Soon Mrs. Kesma appeared in Dulin's sight and saved the somewhat deadlocked situation. She wiped her hands on her apron, ran to Dulin and looked at him carefully, and patted his three hundred suit. After leaving some slight marks on the sixty yuan clothes, she took his hand and pulled him into the room.
"If there's anything else, let's talk about it after dinner."
This is the first time Du Lin has eaten at home in the past two years. He has been running away for the past two years and did not even return to Alfalfa Town during the Chinese New Year. In the past, Mr. Kesma would say a few words to him and ask him to come back for the New Year, but now he doesn't say so. Even if he says so, Du Lin may not be able to come back.
Sitting at the dining table, everyone in the family was there, except Mason and Merlin, but there was an extra one, Dover, which felt a bit strange. He glanced at the two children, then at Alyssa, and decided not to speak and only eat.
On the way, Mr. Kesma wanted to say something, but Mrs. Kesma glared back and had no choice but to give up.
After the meal, the women were clearing the table, and Mr. Kesma and Dulin went to Mr. Kesma's room. For this old gentleman, he didn't bother to decorate the study with things that only nobles would have.
"Why do you want to marry the daughter of a noble?" Mr. Kesma took out a handful of dried tobacco from the tobacco belt around his waist and put it into his pipe, lit it, took two puffs and asked, " I have been fighting with the nobles for more than ten years, but now you want to marry the daughter of a noble. This will make people laugh at me. My father is a hero, but my son has become a lackey..." Mr. Kesma has never ridiculed his children. They won't be soft-spoken.
Du Lin threw his clothes on the bed, unbuttoned his cufflinks and pushed open the window. He sat halfway on the window sill and lit a cigarette. He smiled and replied, "I will not be a lackey of the nobles. It's just that times have changed. Some The road will not work. You have spent more than ten years proving that this road will not work. So why should I spend more time repeating the failure?" He retorted emphatically, "Is it just because I can't let it go? You are embarrassed, so I have to repeat the failure just because I am your son?”
Mr. Kesma raised his eyebrows and felt a little itchy. Maybe it's because he brought up those two little bastards Du Lin, or maybe it's because they're a lot older and he doesn't like to be violent anymore. He took a few puffs of cigarette and glared at Du Lin, asking him to continue talking.
"Do you think if one day, people call me 'Your Excellency Prime Minister', will it be more effective than your method?" This was the first time Dulin confided in Mr. Kesma. He had never told K. Mr. Smart himself wants to be the ruler of this empire, and even telling Kevin that he wants to be prime minister is somewhat of a joke. This idea is currently known to only a few people, such as Dufo.
Every boy, or man, rarely reveals his true feelings when facing his father. In the psychology of every child, no matter what his father does, what achievements he has or has no achievements, he will still be a child. A hero in my heart.
Facing the greatest hero in their lives, even if the children have a magnificent dream, it is difficult to express it. Perhaps because of their admiration, they feel that their ideal is not great, but when they begin to express what they want to express, You will become high-spirited and think about expressing your ideals and pursuits in front of the most important and greatest people in your life, showing your wonderful life, hoping to be recognized.
Du Lin straightened his spine and stood up. He walked back and forth for a few steps. As he walked, he said, "Give people happiness and let them have the right to live freely without oppression or exploitation. This is not what it is." It is possible to do something, but I will still do it seriously and work hard for this impossible goal, but this is definitely not destruction. Destruction cannot bring about the progress of civilization, it can only bring destruction and make society more barbaric. History has proven this.”
"Becoming prime minister is just my first step. I still have many things to do, and I have more ambitious ambitions and ideals, but no matter which one I want to achieve, I need a stable foundation, and this foundation is the mainstream society. support."
"Marrying a nobleman's daughter can help me overcome the most insurmountable difficulty at present. It can save me several years of hard work and give me more time to prepare to change the world."
"Times have changed. Father, people may be afraid of violence, but they will not surrender to the rule brought by violence. They will be afraid, but they will also hate it. When the hatred ferments to a certain level, it will explode."
"I don't know if you have heard of the saying that the strongest castle will always fall from the inside. They use various means to build a castle that cannot be conquered. So what I am doing now is sneaking in."
"They thought they could control me and turn me into an obedient dog, but I will eventually make them understand that a wolf will never turn into a dog. Wolves will eat people."
"This may be a choice that is difficult for you to adapt to, but it is the best choice at the moment. I hope you can believe me, and then watch the world change little by little, and get as close as possible to what we ideally want!"
Mr. Kesma thought for a moment, and replied with a half-smile, "If it were twenty or thirty years ago, I would definitely beat you to death..." Dulin shrugged his shoulders, knowing that Mr. Kesma's words had not yet been heard. After saying, "But now that I am old, you have become stronger!" He fell into silence as he spoke. After a while, he raised his head slightly and snorted, "I try I believe that your choice is the best way. If one day you let me find out that you have become a lackey of the nobles, I will kill you and bury you behind the house."
"Finally I will write on your tombstone, This is a dog's grave."
Du Lin smiled and licked his lips, "What about you?"
"Me? What's wrong with me?" Mr. Kesma was a little confused at first, then became furious, pointed at the bedroom door and roared, "Get out, now!"
"okay!"
Soon Dulin learned from Mrs. Kesma why his two sons called him "bastard". The biggest contributor was Mr. Kesma, who always pointed to Dulin's photo and told the two sons A little bastard, this was their father, a big bastard, the kind that was bad and leaking pus. This left a very deep impression on the young minds of the two children, the kind of horror.
(End of chapter)