death of hope

Chapter 145 "Corporate Warrior" (61) Lynch's Notes
The first page is blank,

nothing was written,

From the second page, there are distorted and scribbled handwriting written in blue-black pen ink, which is obviously written by a child. Looking at it, Sigurdriefa was deeply shocked by its content:
"

Our group,

dressed in black,

holding a candle,

Walked forward in a daze.

It's been going on for a while,

father died

died in a mine accident,

Due to the inaction of the search and rescue team, his body was exhumed two months after the accident,

Like his hapless co-workers, like poor Uncle Hunter, they've all been eaten to pale skeletons by the ghastly subterranean creatures known as "Blind Beasts."

At that time, the search and rescue team said it was too scary to let children see it.

And I secretly opened the tent in the middle of the night, and saw a long row of skeletons lying quietly on the colored striped cloth, which smelled like formalin solution, and I didn't feel horrible or disgusting at all.

I couldn't tell who was who, so I left disappointed. The forensic doctor who watched the night found me and said that I was courageous and had the potential to be a soldier.

Nowadays,

Families of other miners who died were also present at the funeral.
As for the owner of the mine, he only gave us a meager pension, not even enough for the funeral.

He didn't even send a dog leg to express his condolences. I guess he spent all his money on administrative officials. There must be a thick wad of money in the red envelopes sent by the federal inspectors to investigate the accident.

After the trial, the case was characterized as an accident caused by miners’ illegal operation.

The owner of the mine does not take any responsibility, and is only willing to compensate a small amount of charity out of "humanitarianism"...

And every surviving miner knows that it is because the owner of the mine used the equipment that should have been scrapped long ago in order to save costs.

The family members spent a week complaining to the governor, but the door was kept closed. A grieving widow cut her own carotid artery in front of the governor's mansion and died there.

Aunt Penny said she was a fool to take a young life for nothing.

The result of their appeal was a cold notice,

Unreasonable trouble, the original judgment is upheld, and no retrial will be granted.

Finally, a conscientious reporter finally came to report the matter. He took pity on us and wanted to do something.

That kid was found dead in the bathroom of the hotel three days after writing the manuscript. The cause of death was "acute myocardial infarction, huh, shameless lie,

This group of people just sent bombers to level the entire hotel, it's really lawless. "

From then on, I knew,
The best-selling chicken soup for the soul in bookstores are all ghost things to fool people.
The world has never been fair,

People are divided into three, six, and nine grades, and wood is divided into rosewood, red sandalwood,

And I, the miner's son,

It is of the lowest kind,
If you are looking for fairness, as Uncle John said,

A good man has to go to the battlefield and join the Federal Marine Corps...

He told me... before naval guns, all beings are equal.

I almost tripped over a rock and my mind came back.

Back to this damn reality.

I didn't cry,
Not a single tear was shed,
I carried my father's urn,

The cheapest, urns made of artificial three-layer boards and nails, filled with crushed bones,
I remember correctly, it was the bones crushed by the donkey pulling the big stone,

Yes, we can't even pay for the crematorium.

I followed the procession from the funeral parlor in the town all the way to the cemetery by the swamp below the mountain,
Why is it by the swamp? Because this is a free cemetery, and the land is relatively soft. A shovel is enough, and there is no need to hire an excavator.

As for the mountains with good geomantic omens, they are all reserved for dignitaries.

Poor ghost, even if you die, don't even think about burying it in a good place.

I didn't say anything,

Just hold the box,

go, go.

The mother and sister were so sad that they needed help to walk.

I carried the small wooden box and walked steadily,

Uncle Hunter's youngest son, Roswell, was crying with snot and tears all over his face,

This kid usually calls him an asshole, but now he cries louder than anyone else, hypocrisy!
special,
Crying is useless!
I think,

father left

The pillars of the house are broken,

The mother is weak, the younger sister is still young, and all the relatives in the family are poor ghosts.

Now, it's my eldest son's turn to stretch out his shoulders,

From today,

I won't have tears anymore.

"

After reading this paragraph, Sigurdriefa sighed and raised his head:
(It's unbelievable that this text is written by a child who has the potential to be a writer...not a ruthless fighter like he is now.

It seems that there are people in this world who have suffered more than me. At least, when I was young, I was loved by my grandmother. Although my father was addicted to gambling, at least he was still alive. )
Thinking of grandma, Sigurdlifa's eyes became moist. She tried to calm down and continued to turn the page backwards.

After that paragraph of text, the young Lynch seemed to be working hard for a living, and he hadn’t written any text for a long time.
Like others of his age, he became a football fan,

Clippings from magazines or newspapers are taped to the pages—

Colorful signed photos of football stars, as well as some analysis articles by sports critics, and a more representative one: "How to Exercise to Become a Rugby Player".

Most of the pasted articles are about how to exercise to increase explosive power, how to eat scientifically to gain muscle, etc. From the professionalism of the articles, it can be seen that the young Lynch's exercise level has improved.

(Found it, that's when he started exercising! I must find out the truth, how can I become as powerful as the beast Lynch!)

The result is more and more boring, and even want to yawn,

The pictures and articles that are pasted and pasted later are getting more and more complicated,
There are ball game reviews, sports experience, and even backgammon game records, computer motherboard and CPU compatibility, hamster breeding methods, airplane model painting secrets, local news reports, etc...

(This guy's interests... are pretty broad...)
Sigurdriefa gradually lost her patience, and began to flip through quickly, instead of carefully looking at the clipped content,
Then, as if something happened, the clippings of the newspaper and magazine stopped abruptly on page 159,

The handwriting reappearing on page 160 is completely different from that on page 2.

The pen ink has changed from blue-black to pure black, and the handwriting has become clearer and neater, but compared with Sigurdriefa's beautiful cursive characters, it still looks too scribbled and casual.

"

I'm so bored!
this afternoon,

The coach of the varsity team asked me to come to the office to talk,
I knew it would be fine!
Sure enough, because of the facial wound,

I was kicked out of the main lineup and became a substitute.

This is really a big joke!

I am an unprecedented talented boy. After only two years of training, I helped the bottom team enter the playoffs twice and won the middle school league championship twice!

I can play 4 different positions!
The number of touchdowns, rushing yards, receiving yards, sacks, destruction, and dribbles in the season far exceeds any middle school football player in history!
The scouts of the high school league NVTS and the college league NCAA, and even the scouts of the adult professional league NFl have begun to notice me!

But those bastards in the school licked their old faces and said that the team won the championship because of the good leadership of the principal and the result of everyone's united efforts.
I can go to his M Le GB! "

(End of this chapter)