death of hope

Chapter 327 "Corporate Warrior" (243) Davarishi

Chileans in cloaks sang and danced, men and women, with enthusiasm and passion on their faces.

Lynch likes the tune of this song very much, but unfortunately he can't understand the lyrics, so he can only use his shoes to help them beat the beat.
Every time he sang a Spanish lyric, Sigurdriefa translated it for him:

"

Levántate, canta, vamos a la victoria.
Get up, sing, let's go to victory

La bandera de la unidad está avanzando.
The flag of unity is already marching
Tú también, marchando conmigo.
come on, move on with me

Verás, el canto y la bandera ondean
You'll see, singing and flags flying
Y la luz roja del amanecer proclama
And the red light of dawn proclaims

Una nueva vida llegará pronto.
A new life will come soon!
"

As the last guitar chord falls, the Chileans throw up their hats,

A little brother wearing round glasses took off the blood-stained bandage for others to see, as if showing off a medal of bravery,
A brown-skinned, dark-eyed Latino girl pounced on her and kissed the boy's glasses off;
"Te amo! Gabriel! Casate conmigo!"

(I love you! Gabriel! Marry me!)
Everyone booed, applauded and whistled, and someone took the lead in shouting:
"Prométeselo!"

(Promise her!)
The guy wearing glasses blushed, took the girl's hand and kissed it lightly, the crowd erupted and shouted:

"Les deseo felicidad! Camarada!"

"Hey, dear, what are they shouting?" Lynch asked.

"Happiness to you, they shout! Comrades!"

"Comrade?"

"Yes, comrade, I heard you right, Camarada in Spanish is equivalent to товарищ (Davarish) in Russian"

"Excellent, how many languages ​​did you choose in college?"

"It's all self-taught. I have a talent for learning languages. I can watch movies, read books, and learn some basic grammar, and I'll be fine."

"God is so unfair, if only I were half as smart and beautiful as you."

"Order two more ice creams for me, and I will teach you languages ​​in the future."

Just as Lynch was waving his hand to call for the waiter, an unextinguished cigarette butt flew over and landed on Lynch's arm, smoking from his thickly burned hair, and then slipped down.

"Me perdona por favor.!" The man who threw the cigarette butts hurried over and said to him. This man was a fat man who looked a bit like Downey from the old lame bar.

"He said sorry."

"Tell him I'm fine, I didn't burn my skin."

Sigurdlifa said in Spanish: "It's okay, you didn't mean it, my friend, your singing is very good."

"Thank you!"

"Wow, so you can speak English, Fat Brother."

"It's only a little bit... My... My name is... Leonardo (Ronaldo), they all call me Big Belly, we have a party every week, if you like to sing, you can play together~"

"I'll definitely come sometime."

Lynch watched the fat man walk back to the crowd. He walked up to a man not wearing a Chilean flag cape, whispered something to him, and pointed at Lynch's table.
The man immediately greeted Lynch: "Hola, amigo, Seorita. Que te diviertas."

Sigdrifa smiled and waved to the man: "He said, how are you guys and miss, I hope you have a good time!"

Lynch concentrated and used his psychic power to feel the emotions of everyone in the bar. "That man... is the leader of this group, and his prestige is not ordinary."

"I also feel the same way. The man's smile is too kind to make people feel any malice, and...his beard is so sexy!"

"I have a beard too."

"What, are you jealous?"

Lynch was seen through, raised his glass to hide his embarrassment, Sigurdriefa snickered at him a few times, and then launched a fierce attack on the next ice cream.

Actually, Lynch lied just now,

The cigarette butt thrown by the fat man scalded his skin. This pain was nothing to the experienced Spartan company commander, but he hated such unqualified behavior. sentence,

But it's different now, the DNA in Lynch's blood seems to have been burned by the butt of the cigarette, because of the chorus just now, his heart has been greatly touched.

These Chileans in cloaks are usually the object of racial discrimination, marginalized people in society,
They are deviant hippies in the eyes of the elite, the dregs of society,

They swayed their youth, blood, and tears without hesitation. The emotion of the chorus was so sincere that it touched the strings deep in Lynch's heart.

товарищ Davarish... Comrade, Lynch has encountered this Russian word many times when looking up information related to his father.

As if an electric current penetrated his body, he suddenly realized,
These vagabond fellows, who are of worrying quality, may be the kind of people who were once called comrades by their father.

(Is this what Dad calls people like this every week to have a meeting to study?)
Thinking about it this way, the leader of this group of people must have a lot in common with his father, so Lynch didn't feel jealous for a moment, and used his wine glass to cover his sight, and carefully looked at the bearded man.

This man is tall and well-built, with broad shoulders and a slender waist. Judging by the blood vessels protruding from his forearm, he must have received considerable training.
Wearing an old-fashioned federal army camouflage trench coat, black leather eyepatch, thick black beard, and a cold, deep light blue eye, no matter whether it is a woman or a man, it is full of charm.

(It's a veteran. He lost an eyeball during the battle.) Thinking about it this way brought the distance between the hearts even closer.

Just as Sigurdriefa was eating ice cream, Lynch suddenly shouted:

"Hi! товарищ Davarish, do you speak English?"

The group of people became quiet, and all turned their heads to look at him. There was no malice, but they were surprised that a stranger called him so.

"Hello, Davarish, I can speak English with a Spanish accent," the bearded one-eyed man stood up with a cigar in his mouth:

"Few people use this word anymore, why do you call me that."

"My dad used to call people by that word."

"May I ask what your father's occupation is?"

"miner."

"Son of the proletariat, my friend, you have the right to call me Davarish."

The one-eyed beard nodded, and the Chileans in cloaks also looked at Lynch kindly. One of the Latin girls asked:
"What's your name, comrade?"

"Marcus Lynch."

"Lynch...?! This last name..."

The one-eyed dragon with a big beard was stunned, staring at Lynch without blinking, and the cigar in his mouth shrugged.

"What about you? What's your name?" Lynch asked.

"Zi Guwale."

Cyclops nodded to him: "Later...when the party is over, we brothers need to have a good chat."

"I can't ask for it!"

Lynch clasped his fists towards the opponent, this kind of oriental warrior etiquette was learned from Wang Hongye.

(End of this chapter)