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Chapter 13 The Responsibility of Our Generation

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    The corners of Xing Lie¡¯s mouth raised slightly, and he muttered: ¡°This little woman actually went to the clouds to support teaching, I guess it was during the summer vacation this year.¡±

    Xing Lie then read a few more letters. The handwriting was still so immature, but the content was full of emotions.  In fact, he receives many such letters every year, some calling him uncle, some calling him brother, and some even calling him dad like Wang Yanyun.

    "Brother Lie!" Luo Tuo called out softly, and his cold and emotionless eyes rarely showed a hint of warmth. Apparently he had read these letters, "Back then, you led us to conquer a world that made all enemies  You are crawling at our feet, and you have money that you never dared to think about before. But you insist on donating all the money to those children who can¡¯t afford to eat and go to school. I really don¡¯t want to accept it. Those are all brothers.  Why should we give it to those we don¡¯t know when we exchanged it with our blood? But when I saw those children writing their gratitude to us in their tender handwriting, that cry of uncle, that cry of daddy, and that cry of thank you,  It makes me feel that everything I have done is worth it.¡±

    Xing Lie patted the camel's shoulder, then looked down at the traffic rolling under his feet, and said softly: "This society has made me cold-blooded, but it has also made me see what is most important. Because of a truth I know,  It does not exist in this society. Therefore, I will not escape what I have become. I will still embrace it with all my passion, never miss the things and people who really need to care, and protect them at all costs  , even if I am forced to kill someone, if I have to do that, I will destroy the entire earth to get back what belongs to me, and this thing is responsibility, and it is the responsibility of our generation."

    Luotuo lowered his head and thought for a while. His parents died when he was a child, he wandered around, struggled at the bottom of society, and had little education. He seemed to understand what Xing Lie said.  But he regarded everything Xing Lie said as the truth, and when he didn't understand something, he would think about it carefully.

    "

    Xing Lie's words were still lingering in his ears, but Keren had already walked off the overpass, and the old man patted the camel on the shoulder; "Let's go!"

    Luotuo looked at Laoguai, "Laoguai, do you understand what Brother Lie said?"

    Lao Guai said: "I understand!"

    The camel said distressedly: "I don't understand, please explain to me!"

    Laoguai said expressionlessly: "With your IQ, even if I explain it, you still won't understand." After saying that, he walked away.

    Luotuo hated anyone who said he was uneducated, and shouted angrily: "Do you believe I made your other leg lame?"

    Laoguai snorted coldly: "I'm too lazy to argue with you. Do you think I'm really afraid of you?"

    The two of them left noisily like children, and Xing Lie walked into the parking lot of the passenger terminal, then walked around and stood in front of a Poussin.  After a while, Xing Lie grinned silently, patted the car and said.

    "Old man, long time no see, did you miss me?"

    At this time Luotuo and Laoguai came over, and Laoguai said, "Brother Lie, I often ask my brothers to come over and clean the car."

    Xing Lie nodded, took out the key from his pocket, opened the car door, and said softly: "Mind your own business, you don't need to worry about the rest."

    "But" Lao Guai wanted to say something, but Xing Lie got into the car. A bang and the sound of the car door closing interrupted Lao Guai's words, "It's nothing but, now that we're on shore, don't get involved."

    Luotuo and Laoguai's eyes turned red and they said in unison: "We are brothers!"

    Xing Lie looked at them and said, "Just because we are brothers, you have to be nice." After that, he started the car.

    "That's right!" Xing Lie continued, "Old ghost, I asked you to prepare the coffin, not by doing it yourself, but by giving the things we have to the police uncle, so that he can still use the coffin."

    "Brother Lie, there is one more thing I almost forgot." Luo Tuo shouted hurriedly.

    The car that had just turned out of the parking space stopped again: "What's the matter?"

    Luo Tuo said: "Something happened to Zheng Zhifu."

    Xing Lie narrowed his eyes: "What could happen to him!"

    Luotuo said: "I was punished by Shuanggui. It is said that it is due to corruption and style issues."

    "Ha!"

    "I also think there is something wrong here," said Luotuo. "Fat Rat will keep checking again."

      Xing Lie asked: "When did it happen?"

    The young man said: "A week ago, but I only knew about it four days ago. I didn't know until Fat Shu informed me. I wanted to call you at that time, but Fat Shu said I would tell you after a thorough investigation."

    ??

    "Where are you?" Xing Feng asked.

    Xing Lie said: "I'll get home in about an hour."

    Xing Feng said: "The other party came and took 500,000 yuan and wants to keep it private."

    Xing Lie closed his eyes, and after a while he said calmly: "Wait until I go back!"

    "Okay!" Xing Feng hung up the phone.

    This is a dilapidated and depressed town, with muddy and narrow streets and low and dilapidated stone houses on both sides.  At this time, the entire town was baptized by a sudden rainstorm. The bumpy roads were full of water. Every household turned off the lights. Only the lights of a snack bar in the east end of the town were still on. Other restaurants on both sides of the street were still on.  The shop has long been closed.

    The broken sign in front of the snack department has been corroded by wind and rain to the point where its original appearance cannot be seen. The seats inside are covered with scars from the years and covered with oil stains, as if they haven¡¯t been wiped for many years.

    An old man in his sixties, with white hair, energetic, straight back, and wearing a shabby military uniform was sitting next to the stove near the door. He had a dry cigarette bag in his mouth, looking outside with wandering eyes, and took a sip.  Choking smoke crawled out of his mouth.

    Old Shitou is not a native of this town, but he has lived here for decades.  Even an old man who is as old as Lao Shitou doesn't know where he comes from or what his real name is.

    Old Shitou raised his head and glanced at the quartz clock hanging on the wall. He raised his foot and knocked on his pipe. He stood up and muttered: "I'll be back soon." He slowly walked to the kitchen, and soon he was carrying a bowl of steaming noodles.  He took it out, put it on the table, went to the stove again, lit the dry tobacco bag, and continued smoking.  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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