"Gret, are we really okay with this?"
Bud stood in the crowd of strikers, looking at Grete, who was a few years older than himself.
"No problem, don't worry, even if they want to arrest people, they will only arrest me and not expand. After all, they still need people to work."
"Aren't you in danger then?" Bud was a little anxious, it was rare to have such a good friend.
"Haha, I have my own way. There's always someone to do these things, right?"
"Oh, in fact, everyone has this mentality. They always think of others to stand up for them, and it's fine if 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 a step back and a step back until we give up everything."
Grete looked at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, covered part of it with his fingers, and a small amount of light poured from between his fingers, like a light passing through a dark canyon.
"Individuals are lonely and weak, but if they unite, 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 very at ease. Maybe this is the power of unity."
Bud looked at Gretel silently. In fact, he didn't know much about the concepts and principles, but he also had dreams about heroes with many ordinary people.
As the troubadour preached, when a crisis comes and a desperate situation arises, there is always a hero who is incomparably powerful, breaks everything, subverts everything, and saves everyone.
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When he was a child, he often hid in the corner of the tavern, listening to the stories told by the poets playing the strings. Under the dim lights, those poets could always tell wonderful stories from their mouths, dragons, princesses, knights, magicians, a The characters are so alive, as if they too were sitting in a tavern, drinking ale, and talking lightly about their adventurous lives.
It's a pity that those days are long gone. He is no longer the boy who eavesdropped in the tavern in the countryside. He came to the big city to pursue his dream, like a calf hitting a hard boulder, and his head was bleeding until Now, I slowly understand that I am incomparably small and fragile in this world, and the word hero has long gone.
If I hadn't met Gretel, I'd probably have been lost and confused, Bud thought.
"Thank you, Gretel."
"Huh? Why did you say that all of a sudden, 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 the robbed salary before." Bud looked at Gretel and smiled. Although his face was not good-looking, he seemed very natural and frank at this time, which made others not very good. Mind his appearance.
"Well, it's nothing, aren't we friends?"
"Well, you also need to say thank you for your friend's words." Bud insisted a little.
The long protest was over, and the Nissos Chamber of Commerce sent people to negotiate. With the insistence of Gretel and others, the final representative said that the treatment of employees would be improved. The previous new winery would be closed, and employees who were sick would also receive a compensation. .
After getting a satisfactory answer, the crowd protesting the strike slowly dispersed, and Grete was surrounded by everyone, cheered, and then fell down again. After that, everyone chose a restaurant and celebrated.
Unfortunately, too many people came, and the restaurant could not sit at all. In the end, the group simply set up a bonfire by the sea and bought bacon, fish and wine.
They sat around each other, some loudly recounting their heroic experiences during the day, teasing and complimenting each other, and bursts of laughter from time to time under the night sky.
Bud also sat with them, sitting on the ground, grilling the sea fish, and from time to time, he responded with a few words and exaggerated laughter.
The orange-yellow firelight reflected the excited and smug faces and a pair of smart eyes. These previously dark and numb faces seemed to be dyed again, and they were warm orange.
The browned fish was sprinkled with a small amount of salt, the fat and thin meat skewers were dripping with oil beside the fire, and the smell of food filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of burning pine wood, which made a group of people drool and their appetite greatly increased.
A little impatient to take off the meat skewer, it was hot and made a strange sound, and a burst of laughter sounded, and it was uploaded far away on the beach under the night.
After they had eaten, they began to drink again, and from time to time they sang country songs, some in rhythm, until very late.
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After the party at night, Bud helped Gretel back to the place where he lived. At this time, Grete was a little drunk and walking a little crooked, but at least he hadn't completely lost consciousness.
"Bud... De, have you thought about... what to do in the future, hiccup~"
"I haven't thought about it, maybe it's a better life. I can eat it every day."
Bud thought for a while and then expressed his opinion.
"This... this can't be done, one... must have a dream~" Gretel stumbled again unconsciously.
"Dream? ... I don't know, I just want to live." Bud didn't quite understand, after all, survival is the most important thing.
"Huh~ That's when you haven't arrived yet."
"One day, you will find something, buried in the deepest part of your heart, that will make you think about it day and night, and you can't let it go. You always want to do it and see it."
"At that time, you will know your dream." Grete said this and suddenly woke up a little.
"Um."
"Do you have any dreams, Grete?"
"I told you not to joke." Grete walked a little crooked again.
"I want to be a big hero, admired and loved by everyone, and then... and then make countless beautiful girls fall in love with me, haha~"
In the dim moonlight, Gretel laughed wantonly, startling a few dogs barking in the middle of the night.
Bud leaned on Gretel's shoulder and laughed along with him. What boy doesn't like beautiful people of the opposite sex, it's just that everyone pretends not to talk about it.
Then the two talked about the beautiful girls in Hopelander, from the girls in the workshop to the girls in the tavern, from the daughters of ordinary people to the eldest lady of the chamber of commerce.
We stopped and walked along the way, and slowly we finally got to where Grete lived.
"Do you know who the most beautiful girl in Hopeland is?" Gretel asked.
"I don't know." Bud answered honestly.
"It's Miss Lacey from the Carrites family, but unfortunately she rarely shows up. I only heard people say that she has long golden hair, clear blue eyes, and her beauty is like the bright moon in the sky, dreamy and not like world."
"Is it better than Miss Feng Nai of the Anemii family, didn't you just say that Feng Nai is the most beautiful in the world?"
"Actually, I haven't seen it before, but Miss Lacey has indeed implemented a lot of benevolent regulations and benefits recently, so I think she is a hero, and she is more beautiful than Feng Nao." Grete said his ideal aesthetics .
"That's true."
Bud agreed, and then helped his friend into the room, let him lie on the bed, and then walked out of the room.
The bright moon is like teeth, and it appears and disappears in the clouds and mist, and there are continuous insects chirping around. In the middle of the night, it was a little chilly for a while.