Bud stood among the striking people and looked at Gretel beside him, a young man who was several years older than him.
"It's no problem. Don't worry. Even if they want to arrest someone, they will only arrest me and won't do anything more. After all, they still need people to work."
"Wouldn't that put you in danger?" Bud was a little anxious. It's rare to have such a good friend.
"Haha, I have my own way. There is always someone to do these things, right?"
"Well, actually everyone has this mentality. They always think that others will stand up for them so that they don't get hurt." Gretel sighed a little when he said this.
"We all want to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, keep obeying, and dare not resist. Just like this, we take one step back and another step back until we give up everything."
Gretel looked at the dazzling sunlight in the sky and blocked part of it with his fingers. A small amount of light poured from between his fingers, like a ray of light passing through a dark canyon.
"Individuals are lonely and weak, but if they unite together, trust each other, and warm each other, they will gain great courage."
"I'm not fighting alone."
"This sentence is simple and simple, but it makes me feel extremely at ease. Maybe this is the power of unity."
Bard looked at Gretel silently. In fact, he didn't know much about concepts and principles, but he had also had dreams about heroes with many ordinary people.
As the bard sung, when a crisis comes and you are in a desperate situation, there is always a hero who appears. He is extremely powerful, breaks everything, subverts everything, and saves everyone.
When he was a child, he often hid in the corner of the tavern and listened to the poets playing the strings telling such stories. Under the dim light, those poets could always tell wonderful stories from their mouths, such as dragons, princesses, knights, magicians, etc.
The characters are so vivid, as if they are sitting in a tavern, drinking ale, and talking about their adventurous life in a relaxed manner.
It's a pity that such time has long gone. He is no longer the boy who eavesdropped in the country tavern. He came to the big city to pursue his dream, like a calf hitting a hard boulder, his head was broken and bleeding, until
Now, I slowly understand how small and fragile I am in this world, and the word hero has long gone.
If I hadn't met Gretel, I would have been lost and confused, Bud thought to himself.
"Thank you, Gretel."
"Huh? Why do you say that suddenly? Do you want to leave first?" Gretel was a little surprised, and the protest was not over yet.
"It's nothing. Thank you for helping me get back my robbed salary." Bud looked at Gretel and smiled. Although his face was not very good-looking, he seemed very natural and frank at this time, which made others uncomfortable.
I like his appearance.
"Well, it's nothing. Aren't we friends?"
"Well, you also need to say thank you to your friends." Bud persisted for a while.
The long protest was over, and the Nissos Chamber of Commerce sent people out to negotiate. With the insistence of Grete and others, the representative finally said that the treatment of employees would be improved. The previous new winery would be closed, and the sick employees would also receive compensation.
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After receiving a satisfactory answer, the crowd protesting the strike slowly dispersed. Gretel was surrounded by everyone, cheering and then falling again. After that, everyone chose a restaurant to celebrate.
Unfortunately, there were so many people that the restaurant couldn't accommodate them. In the end, the group simply set up a bonfire on the beach and bought bacon, fish and wine.
They sat together, some loudly recounting their heroic experiences during the day, joking and praising each other, and bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time under the night sky.
Bud also sat with them, sitting on the ground, grilling fish, exchanging words from time to time, and letting out exaggerated laughter.
The orange firelight illuminated the excited and proud faces and pairs of smart eyes. These previously dark and numb faces seemed to be dyed with color again, and it was a warm orange.
The browned fish meat was sprinkled with a small amount of salt, and the fat and lean meat skewers were dripping with oil next to the fire. The aroma of food filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of burning pine wood, making the mouth water and appetite of the group greatly increased.
I took off the meat skewers a little impatiently, and it made a strange sound when it was burned. Another burst of laughter sounded, and it spread far away on the beach under the night.
After they finished eating, they began to drink again, and sang country songs from time to time, some keeping in time with the rhythm, until very late.
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After the party at night, Bud helped Grete back to where he lived. At this time, Grete was already a little drunk and walked a little crookedly, but at least he had not completely lost consciousness.
"Bard, what do you want to do in the future, hiccup?"
"I haven't thought about this too much. I probably just want to live a better life and be able to eat every day."
Bud thought for a moment and expressed his opinion.
"This...this won't work. I...must have a dream." Gretel went astray again without realizing it.
"Dream...I don't know, I just want to live." Bud doesn't quite understand, after all, survival is the most important thing.
"Huh, that's because you haven't reached that time yet."
"One day, you will find that there is something buried deep in your heart that makes you think about it day and night, unable to let it go, and always wanting to do it."
"At that time, you will know your dream." Grete suddenly became sober when he said this.
"Um."
"So Gretel, do you have any dreams?"
"I told you not to laugh." Gretel walked a little crookedly again.
"I want to be a big hero, respected and loved by everyone, and then...then let countless beautiful girls fall in love with me, haha."
Under the dim moonlight, Gretel smiled wantonly, causing several dogs to bark in the middle of the night.
Bud held Grete's shoulders and laughed too. What boy doesn't like beautiful people of the opposite sex? It's just that everyone pretends not to say it.
Then the two talked about the beautiful girls in Hopeland, from girls in workshops to girls in taverns, from daughters of ordinary families to eldest ladies in chambers of commerce.
After walking and stopping along the way, we finally arrived at the place where Grete lived.
"Do you know who is the most beautiful girl in Hopeland?" Gretel asked.
"I don't know." Bud answered honestly.
"She is Miss Lacey of the Carites family. Unfortunately, she rarely shows up. I only heard people say that she has long golden hair and clear blue eyes. Her beauty is like the bright moon in the sky, dreamy and unreal.
world."
"Is she prettier than Miss Fengano of the Anemii family? Didn't you just say that Fengano is the most beautiful woman in the world?"
"Actually, I haven't seen it, but Miss Lacey has indeed implemented a lot of benevolent rules and benefits recently, so I think she is a hero, and she is more beautiful than Fengano." Grete said about her idealistic aesthetics.
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"That's true."
Bud agreed, then helped his friend into the room, let him lie on the bed, and then walked out of the house.
The bright moon was like a tooth, appearing and disappearing in the clouds and mist, and there was a continuous sound of insects everywhere. It was actually a bit chilly in the middle of the night.