Drinking as a song, life is bitter, words are not speculative, watching is annoying, a teacher for a day, and I am soft after the day...
Well, just when Shen Ming was dragging the night watchman into confusion, the Ayatollah had already changed into a delicate long skirt in the dressing room, put on a veil and a headscarf, and was about to enter the arena to attend the Aragonese overseas Chinese meeting up.
As security guards, Xiao Yi and Li Changxiu both wore special glasses, opened a video communication network, and directly transmitted the images they saw to Shen Ming's glasses, allowing him to know about Ayatollah even thousands of miles away. Case.
"Hey, hello, Shen Ming, are you watching? Doesn't this scene feel right?" Li Changxiu, who has been paying attention to the guests entering the venue, whispered in the earphone, "These guys are just like attending a funeral. They don't laugh. , Some people just sat there and started to cry for no reason. Many of them were carrying packages with rotten eggs or rotten tomatoes inside, what the hell is that?”
"Let's take a look if you don't have offensive weapons... Surely this meeting will be a little different from what we imagined?" Shen Ming said softly while drinking.
"Silly apprentice, do you really think that the overseas Chinese of Aragon in the Celestial Dynasty are all businessmen?" The night watchman next to him sneered, "Those, most of them are political prisoners who were persecuted by the Bakki regime and exiled. They left their hometowns and left their relatives to go to a strange country, just to avoid the pursuit and torture of the Baki regime. They insisted on their beliefs, but were driven out of their homes as aliens. If eyes and curses can kill, you The guardian princess is dead."
"Why, she insisted on coming, even though all the people gathered were people who hated her?" Shen Ming was puzzled
"Don't watch a small movie by yourself, zoom in, I want to watch it too." The night watchman got playful, took out an iPad Mini and put it beside him, and asked Shen Ming to connect the signal to it, how weird it was Turn on copy mode.
Not long after, Princess Ayatollah walked into the venue from the side hall, and more than 200 people squeezed into the venue with more than 100 people. These Aragonese overseas Chinese knew that there was a meeting, and they all rushed here from all over the Celestial Dynasty, and some even came from abroad.
In order to see the appearance of the Baki family, they showed their anger and the rotten eggs in the package to Princess Ayatollah.
"Everyone, good evening." Princess Ayatollah, who was holding a microphone, started the show with a smile. Under the stands, an aunt stood up with tears in her eyes.
"Murderer!" Auntie yelled angrily and threw a rotten egg, which missed the Ayatollah, but was blocked by Xiao Yi who rushed out.
"Are you okay?" Xiao Yi turned her head with the yellow mucus flowing across her face.
"What are you doing? Please don't get in between me and my people." The rescued ayatollah didn't appreciate it, and walked past Xiao Yi and stood in front of the stage. "Everyone, since I'm here, it's for Listen to your thoughts on the country and the current regime, whether it is good or bad, whether it is applause or rotten eggs, I am willing to listen."
"God damn devil!"
"A butcher who eats people without spitting out their bones!"
"killer!"
"murderer!"
"Return my wife and children!"
The ayatollah couldn't hear the applause, but the scolding was continuous in the crowd. A large number of people stood up, took out all kinds of rotten eggs and rotten tomatoes and threw them into the stands.
The ayatollah did not dodge or evade, opened his arms and held his head up to feel the anger from the people.
In an instant, her beautiful long dress was filthy, and her fragrant body stinks. This is what everyone thinks about the Pakistani regime. The hatred that has been squeezed in their hearts for many years has finally found an object to vent, like a torrent bursting out of a dike.
Suddenly, in the crowd, a fist-sized stone was thrown onto the stands, hitting the princess on the head, knocking the weak girl to the ground.
"What are you doing?!" Li Changxiu couldn't bear it anymore and took out his pistol and aimed it at the stone-throwing people. It turned out to be a little boy in his teens, holding a bigger stone in his hand. His ferocious face was not childish. Only beastly anger and tears.
"Come on! Kill me! You executioners who defend the Bakki regime, kill me like my parents! I don't want to live anymore. My whole family was killed by them. There is nothing but hatred!" the little boy roared.
The scene suddenly fell into a dead silence. Although the people stopped throwing things, no one was afraid of the muzzle of the gun in Li Changxiu's hand.
This group of displaced political refugees has long since had enough hiding and fearing enough, and they are fearless in the face of the anger that has swallowed them up.
"Put down the gun! Don't point the gun at my people!" Ayatollah yelled at Li Changxiu, took the handkerchief Xiao Yi handed over, pressed the bleeding forehead, and stood up again with difficulty. With blood on his face, the Ayatollah still tried to smile, "Everyone, I'm sorry, I didn't bring these bodyguards from Aragon. I'm very sorry for scaring you."
"Don't be hypocritical, you Bucky's witch! You brothers and sisters are the devil poured out of our blood, and they are the greatest enemies of Allah on earth. The family is reduced to ashes." An old man with a white beard came out of the crowd, and respectfully asked the people around him to bow and give way.
"Elder Majid is right. Those of us who bear Baki's orders are all devils who walked on blood." Ayatollah said the old man's name easily.
"You know me?" Majid was very surprised. After all, he was an old political prisoner who fled Aragon 30 years ago, before the Ayatollah was born.
"I don't just know you, I know everyone present. The boy who threw the stone just now was called Jilong. His parents, Mullah and Al, were hanged by local officials when they were fighting against local construction and land acquisition.
The aunt who threw the eggs first was called Omar. His four sons all participated in the anti-Aragon guerrilla organization and were killed by the government army.
Amputation Today, Aragonese nationals in exile attacked 1,346 people. Their misfortune, their anger, and their lost relatives are all in my memory.
I am not a student with a particularly good brain, and I failed several exams when I was studying abroad. It took me a long time to remember all this after watching it many times. "The ayatollah stood up straight, facing many people who hated him.
"Do you think you can ask for our forgiveness like this? How naive!" Elder Majid sneered.
"I never thought of asking for your forgiveness. I and the entire Bakki regime are not worthy of your forgiveness. We have hurt too many people. Even the most merciful gods will not forgive our sins. In the Celestial Dynasty, I Already caught in the hunt." Ayatollah kept the smile on his face, "My bodyguards strongly objected to my participation in this event, but I insisted on coming because I would personally ask you... Please continue to persevere hate me!"
The ayatollah's speech stunned everyone present, including the night watchman who was watching from a distance, and stopped the wine glass in his hand.
"Hate you?" Elder Majid asked suspiciously.
"Yes, hate me, hate the entire Pakistani regime, hate those who hurt you, only in this way can you unite with different beliefs, and only make the country of Aragon, which has been devastated by war and civil strife, rich and strong Changsheng." No one could understand the Ayatollah's speech, "Let me explain, this is what my father once told me, the man you all call the devil..."
Born in an Orthodox family, Bucky was cursed as a heretic since he was a child, and was bullied by his classmates. But the teacher ignored all of this, and even secretly encouraged the students to bully the heretics, which made Bucky's psychology always distorted, and he hated religiousism to the end.
He pursued atheism, but joined various sects to gain trust, until he became the leader of a local armed force, obtained a large amount of resources from foreign forces, and became the most powerful armed force in the Aragon region in the oil-for-arms trade.
Baki began to carry out the bloody unification cause, whether it is the public or the minority, as long as the ethnic groups that do not submit to the nation-building plan will be completely wiped out and razed to the ground.
The heads of opponents would be hung in front of their doors, telling everyone of the supremacy of Pakistan.
In this bloody way, in just 2 years, Bucky established a country called Aragon. The large amount of oil exported brought non-stop urban infrastructure, water supply systems, wide roads, high-speed railways, Airports, ports, and a complete set of modern development models are rising at a faster rate than China under the dual pressure of money and power.
Baki is also under this terrorist suppression, and is hated by all the people. Muslims, regardless of Sunni or Shia, want to burn him to death. Orthodox, Catholic, and Christian all want to crucify him. These people, who usually don't see each other, gathered together inexplicably, resisting his bloody rule, and at the same time, they also let go of the basic contradictions of the various sects, incarnate into a whole, and achieved a certain degree of deformed harmony.
"Father said that all beliefs can only be unified when there is common love and common hatred. He asked himself that if he couldn't become the ruler that others liked, he would turn into a tyrant and make everyone hate him. Public outrage, so that everyone can forget about beliefs and barriers and unite together.
Create a disguised peace for the country and for the future of the children.
Perhaps this will cause the people to lose their freedom and their loved ones, but at least the vast majority of people can save their lives and live in a world without heretics.
People can't be too greedy, just do one thing well in a lifetime, that's enough. The ayatollah smiled with the blood and stains on his face.