"When I woke up, I was soaking in the pool at the house of the grandfather who originally sold fried fresh milk. After the water was released from the river, he found me in the dry river, who had fainted from the cold.
"It was then that I learned that my grandfather was a communist. He had been a mercenary when he was young and killed many people. He felt very lucky to live until retirement. So he decided to do more good deeds.
Build up your virtue and repay your blood debt a little bit.
"So I stayed at my grandfather's house. He had no children, because it was very difficult for the attackers to survive. His children and wife had already been killed by the enemies.
"But I didn't live too long. Because when I was six years old, my grandfather died quietly on a snowy winter night. Fortunately, after the neighbors discussed it, another old lady was willing to take over.
Raise me. She is not a communist, but a retired university professor. Her children all work in the company and have a very bright future.
"And not long after that, the old lady passed away."
Xiaoya's voice was soft and gentle: "There are many, many old people on Yongquan Island.
"Because there is a certain probability that the children born to a couple are not aquatic creatures. Therefore, the number of people who ultimately stay on Yongquan Island is getting smaller and smaller. And there are many important undertakings outside the island, whether it is the uranium mines on the ground.
, oil mines, iron mines, coal mines. There are also those who cut trees, use solar power to generate electricity, search for deep sea resources, and search for uninhabited islands that can be colonized.
"The children have all left, and in the end it is the old people who are left."
"Yes, I discovered it too."
Hangsha nodded: "When I was interrogating today, I found that there were even more old people on the road than young people."
"Old people are lonely and need help. I was raised by the old people. When I was a teenager, I helped them with housework and ran errands for them!"
Xiaoya smiled, stretched out her slender arms, and made a slight bend in a "strong" movement.
This made Strangler almost laugh, but as soon as the corners of his mouth curved, he straightened his face again under a rational operation, making himself look more majestic.
"That's why you joined the Fuji Society."
"Yes! So when Mr. Huang planned to establish Fuji Society, I was really happy."
Her eyes flashed: "I have been taken care of by terrorists, and I have also been hunted down. I think the reason why terrorists have a bad life is that they always fight among themselves.***
They attacked each other, plundered each other, and killed each other.
"If you just want to survive, there are many, many ways. I have no father or mother, and when I was only three months old, I was able to survive by relying on the kindness of others. So I have always believed that letting a large number of attackers
The casualties were not just due to the hardships of survival. It was not that they could not survive, but that they could not find the meaning of living.
"They are like people in a quagmire. The more they struggle, the tighter they suck and the deeper they sink.
And when this happens, external force is needed—someone has to pull them out from the outside!"
Xiaoya said word by word: "Even if there is just a glimmer of hope, as long as there is a rope in your hand, everyone can be rescued."
"And everyone who is rescued will become the next person to hold the rope. Light will gather light, and fire will spread fire. Our strength will continue to grow. One day, all of us will be rescued from the mire.
come out.…
Her eyes were shining with the light of hope.
The strangulation was silent.
He wanted to say that this was just a delusion - it was like a monarch rescuing people from a difficult situation and enlightening them about their situation without giving them new instructions.
Everyone longs to be ruled and controlled.
Weak mortals are unwilling to take the responsibility of thinking and choosing. Losers who are stuck in the quagmire are even less willing.
They just want to be told what you have to do, what the consequences will be if you do it, and what the consequences will be if you don't do it. After giving up thinking, if the situation is different from what they expected, the status quo will not be immediately obvious.
If you improve, you can scold him to death
The person who orders.
The world needs a king.
Those who are trapped in the quagmire will never need a "hope" that is naive and weak, as powerless as the winter sun. What they need is a tyrant. A monarch who says one thing and rules everything with absolute will.
Light cannot gather light, because light is soft and powerless; fire cannot spread fire, because fire is blind and restless.
Goodwill will never infect others, and justice cannot be transmitted from the crowd.
Those who are so-called influenced by the kindness of others and infected by righteous deeds are inherently saints; people are born different. Just like when some people were born, they were missing a chip in the back of their brains, so they were born saints.
You will be reduced to a subordinate for the rest of your life.
Smart people are inherently smart, and that is the intelligence engraved in their genes; rich people have rich families and education, and they are also destined to be rich; good people who are born in the degenerate downtown area will also become good people, with the halo of angels above their heads; and
Even if a wicked person is taught and supported by a saint, he will betray him one day.
——Just like himself.
He had long decided to betray his godfather. No matter how many people respected the godfather, he still could not get his approval.
He is the "evil that cannot be changed."
Taking him as an example, how many such people are there in Xiacheng District?
I believe this is definitely not just me.
On the other hand, the respected godfather actually has many traitors around him. Doesn’t this prove that his teachings and the hope he sells are actually of no value?
From the experience of being knocked down, injured, and beaten again and again, Hangsha understood the ultimate truth of life:
The only thing that can bring scattered hearts together is strength.
Mud can be condensed into stone, and iron can be molded into steel.
——Only by turning "others" into "oneself" and controlling them like an arm and a finger can we save others.
What the attackers need is definitely not warmth. Instead, they need bloodless, tearless cruelty, a whip that drives them out of the abyss, a collar that binds their throats and a clanking iron chain, to stop these stupid people.
, weak, blind losers dragging them away from the mire.
Yes, Strangulation has always been the way he thought about it.
Not even the godfather could order him.
They have never walked on the same road. To him, the Fuji Society is just a step that must be borrowed and can be abandoned at any time.
But now, looking at Xiaoya's clear eyes, he hesitated.
He still didn't think what Xiaoya said was right. He still stubbornly believed that he was on a long and arduous road, but in the long run it was absolutely the right path...
He never told a lie.
What Strangler said to the barber was what he was thinking in his heart:
——He will become a king.
He wants to become a monarch and the sole ruler in this fallen modern society. He wants to destroy everything with a decisive iron fist and reshape the world with his personal will.
I am the country!
However, at this moment, under the gaze of the young girl, Strangler seemed to have lost his endless confidence and courage.
He opened his mouth and closed it again, but he couldn't bear to destroy her wish in front of this innocent girl.
"How old are you this year?"
"I am fourteen years old."
Xiaoya replied briskly: "Can't you tell?"
"really."
It turns out that she is not a girl, but a girl.
Hangsha nodded suddenly, and gave a reasonable answer to her innocence in his heart: "You are very sensible and mature. You look like an adult in his twenties and thirties, and you treat others appropriately."
Hearing this, Xiaoya smiled.
Looking at her smile, Hangzhou couldn't help but smile. It was a smile that seemed "stupid and weak" to him before.
It will make the "majestic" face he is proud of lose its intimidating effect and make him look less reliable than a "boss".
But no one here knows me anyway.
Thinking of strangulation.
It's probably okay to show such a smile in front of this girl.
Because she is a good person.
He is different from the barber who acts like a wise king and puts pressure on him to kill him.
She is a good person who has no ambition or purpose, but simply acts for charity. Her carefree and brisk voice will make the frowning person relax and even smile slightly.
At this moment, Hangzhou suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis.
Hangsu grabbed Xiaoya's fish tail that was swaying slightly in front of his eyes and threw her to the side.
Then there was a gunshot.
"--Bang!"
Xiaoya screamed and rolled several times on the ground.
The bullet that was supposed to pierce Xiaoya's chest instead hit Hangzhou's right elbow, punching his arm straight back and breaking it!
Strangler let out a muffled grunt and his body shook slightly, but he did not scream.
It was Xiaoya who exclaimed in surprise.
Her eyes widened in astonishment, she stretched out her hand and subconsciously grabbed Hangzhou's right leg, and blurted out: "Are you okay, Mr. Hangzhou - you need to go to the hospital immediately!"
"--Quiet."
Hangzhao, whose right arm was broken by a bullet, whispered.
He turned around and stretched out his left hand, which was bigger than Xiaoya's face. He held her slender waist with one hand and dragged her to the shadow on the side of the cabin. He also hid in the shadow. Xiaoya
Just as she was about to stand up, Hangzhou reached out to hold her collarbone and pinned her to the deck with one hand.
"You just lie here like this. Don't move."
His arm was broken and he took a deep breath after being severely injured.
He calmly repeated word for word: "Don't move at all."
In the darkness, the pair of dark golden lion eyes gradually shined.
And his left hand was so warm, strong and stable.
".I won't move at all."
Xiaoya only hesitated for a moment and then responded firmly: "I will never move."
