"I salute you all in the name of peace, democracy and freedom for all mankind."
"I stand here and before you not as a prophet, but as your humble servant, as a servant of the people. Your unremitting struggle and heroic sacrifice have made it possible for me to stand here today, so
, I will dedicate the rest of my life to you..."
Listening to Antoine's speech on the TV.
The black orderers, waiters, and even the black chefs in the back kitchen were all dancing and excited at the moment, shouting Antoine's name everywhere.
Including strangers passing by, they all stopped and watched Antoine's sincere and enthusiastic speech on the TV.
Time seemed to pause at this moment.
Everyone stayed motionless on the spot, staring at Antoine on the TV, saying a few words of emotion from time to time.
"This is a warrior. I really can't imagine how it feels to stay in prison for 27 years."
"Antoine is not a god, but South Africa needs such a god."
"But what if you are released from prison? There is still a long way to go to achieve true racial reconciliation."
"The first country Antoine visited after being released from prison should be China, right? After all, it is rumored that the Tu Hong Award has expressed its favor to Antoine many times."
"It depends on which path he chooses."
"Yes, in a country's social life, if the policy is wrong, no matter how good the means of implementation are, the result will be wrong."
"China's path has been proven and successful. As long as he is not stupid, Antoine should be able to keep up with us."
It can be seen that Antoine's name has a very high influence in this world.
This scene also made Han Sen feel excited.
Looking at Antoine with a little expectation in his tired eyes, he suddenly remembered the words written by his predecessor in his diary:
[I think Antoine is a great black leader and the greatest South African. The spiritual connotation of his life is about struggle and hope. This coincides with my philosophy! I know clearly that Antoine
Should win the Tu Hong Peace Prize!]
Yes, Tu Hong Peace Prize!
It must belong to Antoine!
This is the firm belief of the predecessor.
At this moment, the thoughts in Han Sen's heart became more and more turbulent, and even spewed out uncontrollably.
For a moment, the idea of freedom and peace swirled crazily in my mind.
Han Sen felt like he was getting an electric shock all over his body, and the hairs on his hair stood on end.
Crispy and numb.
Those classic melodies, those notes, at this moment, are like elves, constantly jumping in front of your eyes.
They are in groups, constantly surrounding and shuttling around the ears.
Until a bell rings.
It's all over.
At this moment, Han Sen was chewing lotus root slices while lowering his head and thinking.
His eyes gradually brightened.
In the midst of protests, shouts, blood and tears.
He seemed to see people's careful attempts to regain a better life...
Everything is for freedom and peace!
So, for Mr. Mandela that year, and for Mr. Antoine at this moment...
The decision is yours!
It was like an enlightenment.
Han Sen instantly felt relaxed.
He showed a rare smile.
This smile was full of confident charm. Wu Yu was surprised and surprised: Brother Sen actually laughed!
Damn it.
Why...you smile so handsomely!
In fact, from the moment he saw Brother Sen again to now, Wu Yu always felt that something was wrong with Brother Sen.
Because Brother Sen has never been such a serious person.
But along the way, Brother Sen just lowered his head, remained silent, and looked into the distance from time to time, his eyes full of melancholy and sadness, as if he was recalling something.
But no matter what, Brother Sen is still Brother Sen!
Wu Yu grinned, his peach blossom eyes narrowed, like a docile leopard, and he also laughed.
Seeing this, Han Sen stopped his smile and frowned: "Why are you giggling? You are just like the silly son of a landlord."
Wu Yu was choked so much that his eyes widened.
But instead of refuting, he took out a folding makeup mirror from behind. While maintaining the same smile as before, he stared at himself in the mirror suspiciously: Eh? Are you so stupid?
Han Sen was also stunned when he looked at the makeup mirror that appeared like magic.
Observing carefully, he was silent in his heart.
In fact, this Wu Yu...
If he had been born in the era he lived in, with his enchanting and feminine beauty, he might have become a top-notch young prostitute...
But in this world.
Chinese aesthetics dominate everything. Only masculine, handsome, and clean Chinese students are at the top of the times in terms of appearance.
"I've thought about the new song."
Han Sen picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth while looking at the customers at the food stall excitedly discussing Antoine. He said quietly: "I will give you the lyrics and music tomorrow. You can also go to the copyright website to register."
"Uh-huh?"
Wu Yu came back to his senses, his expression immediately stunned: "Have you thought about it? Have you thought about it now?"
Hasty!
Too hasty!
"Brother Sen, be careful! Don't think about it again?"
Wu Yu hesitated and said: "I actually have concerns, because according to the rules of the show, all of us must be present for the next show, but now I can't contact A Tao and A Qi. Even if I can, when they come back, we will
Is there still time to rehearse?”
"Then there will be no rehearsal."
Han Sen lowered his head and drank tea: "Get familiar with it for a few minutes, take the score, and go straight to the stage. I believe in your sight-reading ability."
Sight-reading means getting a piece of music that you have never seen before and then playing it directly.
Wu Yu heard the same thing, but he was actually a little unsure and asked hesitantly: "Is it difficult?"
Han Sen glanced at him and said calmly: "It's not difficult, the chords are very simple, and ordinary middle school students can play them."
"Oh well!"
Wu Yu finally nodded in agreement.
Complete the account.
Before leaving, Han Sen suddenly took out his mobile phone from his pocket and handed it to Wu Yu: "Use my mobile phone to call A Tao and A Qi to see if I can get in touch. Well, my password... you still know it, right?"
?”
Wu Yu made an OK gesture and reached out to pick it up: "I know, 9527!"
Han Sen took back his phone: "Forget it, I'll just call it myself."
Wu Yu was silent, and his OK gesture slowly turned into a middle finger.
Han Sen just pretended not to notice and fiddled with his phone with his head down.
Because the password was entered incorrectly many times before, the phone was locked, but after 24 hours, the password could be entered again.
He carefully entered the four numbers 9527 word by word.
There was only an unlocking sound, and the phone screen lit up.
The first thing that catches the eye is the lock screen interface. A sunny and handsome guy wearing black pants and his upper body covered in essential oil appears on the screen interface.
The inverted deltoid muscles on the upper body are as shiny as polished steel, showing faint muscle curves under the light and shadow.
Han Sen took a closer look, wasn't this him?
Quite narcissistic.
After muttering, Han Sen decisively deleted the coquettish screen wallpaper from the page and replaced it with a sea and blue sky.
ha.
I felt much more comfortable instantly.
…
After saying goodbye to Wu Yu and agreeing to meet tomorrow, Han Sen returned home and started playing with his phone.
He is actually still curious about his predecessor, and he may be able to find answers to some secrets and information in this phone.
But when he lay on the bed and opened his text message box, a critical message appeared on the screen.
"On this day last year, I was very close to you. Today this year, you and I live our separate lives. Today next year, you and I may never see each other again in this life. Han Sen, I had the happiest time when I met you in this life."
Signature - Jiao.
What?
Dama!
Han Sen blinked and a mouthful of old blood was about to spurt out.
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