death of hope

The fragrance of the sea of ​​flowers arrives on the breeze, refreshing.

Persephone closed her eyes to enjoy the natural breath.

Marcus Lynch was immersed in the past told by the old man, silently reciting his father's name.

"Patricia Lynch..."

"Oh?! You know Comrade Patricia?"

The old man raised his arm and pointed to the cemetery to the east:
"His tombstone is over there. Comrade Qi Guwale carved it for him himself. Of course, it's just a tombstone."

Lynch became excited instantly: "Master! Can you take me there?!"

"Come! Come with me~"

On the way, Lynch asked:

"Patricia, and Gewaler, what do you know about these two?"

"Both of you are well-known figures in our commune! Both of them are like this!" The old man gave a thumbs up:

"Comrade Patricia wrote a number of articles that laid a solid theoretical foundation for our struggle.

As for Comrade Gewale, he paid more attention to actual combat, shuttled between various base areas, and trained guerrillas. "

Speaking of this, the old man's eyelids drooped and he sighed:
"Hey, it's a pity that both heroes... died young."

The little boy thought his grandfather was walking slowly, so he took Papa's hand and jumped out:
Persephone asked, "Little baby, do you come here often?"

"Well! As long as the school is on vacation, I will come to play with grandpa, help him remove weeds, wipe tombstones and so on."

"Hey! How perverted! Aren't you afraid?"

"Scared? Doesn't exist!

The people buried here, when they were alive, were willing to work hard for us poor people!
Now that they have sacrificed, how could they harm me! "

The little boy took Papa's hand, stopped in front of a tombstone, and shouted back:
"Grandpa! I found it! Come quickly!"

Lynch couldn't wait to stride forward, saw the words on the tombstone,
With a "gudong" he knelt down:
"

Patricia Lynch
Patricia Lynch
1939-1974
A brave and unyielding fighter, whose thoughts guide us forward
A brave and unyielding fighter whose thoughts lead us forward
"

The old man followed up panting, took off his hat, and said to his little grandson:
"Paul, if you still doubt him, I'll say it's your own."

Lynch took out the lighter and put it in front of the tombstone.

"This is?!"

The old man widened his eyes:
"Comrade Qi Guwale's personal belongings! Why are you here?!"

"He gave it to me before he died."

The old man made a puzzled expression.

The little boy suddenly remembered something, and whispered:
"Grandpa, I just remembered... Uncle Sankara told me that the executioner who took the lead in sweeping up our Greenhill base area (Chapter 341)... is a big man with scars all over his face!"

Now, the old man was completely sober, and he scolded without fear:

"Who are you?! What's the purpose?!"

Lynch stood up and reached for the carbine.

The little boy thought he was going to kill someone to silence him, so he bravely opened his little hand and stopped in front of his grandpa:

"What are you doing?!"

"Prove that I have no malicious intentions," Lynch said.

He took off the belt of the gun, held the muzzle of the gun, and handed the carbine to the old man, but unfortunately he did not gain the trust of the old man.

"Answer Lao Tzu's question! Where did you get the lighter? Which base area are you from? Huh?! Which guerrilla team? Who is the instructor?! Tell me!"

The old man is a veteran of guns. He took the tactical grip, pulled the bolt with a "click" to load the bullet, pushed the safety with his thumb, and pointed the muzzle at Lynch's carotid artery.

"Stop!" Persephone turned pale in shock, drew out a pistol and pointed it at the old man's head:

"calm!"

"Answer my question!"

Lynch didn't care at all, the muzzle of the gun on his neck:
"Shoot, then I can be free."

"You bastard...what the hell is going on..."

The old man was worried that the carbine would go off, but he was forced to take a step back by the empty-handed Lynch:
"You're so tired of working, aren't you?!"

"That's understandable."

"Grandpa! Put down the gun!" A second ago, she was smiling all over her face, but when she turned around, she turned against each other. Persephone didn't understand what happened, and her face was covered with sweat.

"Papa, hand over your gun to that kid," Lynch said.

"what?!"

"You heard your employer's orders, and if you want money, do so."

"Hey! Really! It's up to you whether you want to die or live! You lunatic! I don't want to serve you!"

Persephone cursed hysterically, and slowly backed away with her pistol raised, withdrawing from this inexplicable confrontation.

She could turn around and leave, but she was still worried about Lynch, hiding behind the tombstone, looking at the development of the situation anxiously.

Seeing the opponent unload his weapon and drive away the helper, the old man gradually calmed down:

"You guy... what do you want to do? Are you our comrade?!"

"I wish I were," Lynch sighed:
"Kezi Guwale said that I am not qualified to join the organization because I was a corporate warrior, a running dog of capital, and the sworn enemy of your organization."

"Corporate warrior?!"

The old man tensed up again, and put his finger on the trigger:
"It was you... who killed Comrade Qi Guwale?!"

The little boy hugged the old man's leg: "Grandpa! Kill him quickly!"

"Adults talk, children don't interrupt!"

The old man faintly felt that things were not that simple.

"Didn't Qi Guwale mention me to you once?" Lynch said:
"I was a corporate warrior, the top corporate warrior in the industry, and my name is Marcus Lynch."

The old man lowered his gun, and was startled by the surname:

"From the Lynch family...you are... Patricia's son! I mean... why did you suddenly kneel in front of his grave..."

"Zi Guwale was self-inflicted and I was the last person to talk to him."

Lynch picked up the lighter:

"This one was given to him by my father at the workers' representative meeting back then, and he left it to me. Look, there is a note between the outer shell and the fuel tank, on which the coordinates of this planet are written."

"That's why you found this place?" The old man put down his gun and pressed his grandson's trembling shoulder.

"I think Qi Guwale must have something to tell me, maybe you can give me the answer."

"Sorry, I don't know this... I'm just a gravekeeper..."

The old man turned the gun and returned the carbine to Lynch, which represented complete trust.

"When I eavesdropped on the adults, I heard Uncle Gewale mention your name!"

The little boy stopped trembling, and suddenly said:
"Uncle Gewaler said that Patricia's son, Marcus Lynch, went astray and became a lackey of capital, a corporate warrior,

But he can't blame him, after all, he has suffered too much!

The uncle also said that Marcus's beautiful girlfriend once called him, and her awareness was much higher than that of Marcus himself.
She said that she had seen too many evil deeds in her life, and she had to fight to break the shackles and liberate all mankind, so Uncle Gewale made an exception and allowed her to join our organization. "

"Sig..."

In an instant, Marcus Lynch felt a bolt of lightning from the clear sky hit his heart directly from his celestial spirit cap:
"It turns out...she has long..."

He recalled the small red flag at home, the small five-pointed star worn on the bead curtain, and Sigurdriefa's radical remarks about assassinating the Queen of Spades on the wedding night (Chapter 5) .

(In this way, it all makes sense...

Compared to me, who looks forward and backward, who is hard to abandon my family, and Sig, who is jealous and worried about all mankind...

She...is more like a father's son...

The blood cannot inherit the will of the father, but the mind is not bound by the blood,
And thoughts are inexhaustible, indestructible...)
·
At that moment, Marcus Lynch was relieved,

"Thank you, boy," he said, taking the little boy's hand:

I think, I know the answer,
May I ask, what is your full name? "

"Paul Korchagin~" replied the boy, straightening up.

"What is your aspiration?"

The boy glanced at his grandfather, motioned Lynch to squat down, and whispered into his ear:

"A set of Transformers toys... My parents are very stingy, and they said that they would only buy them for me after I got a hundred points in the test!"

"Hahaha!" Marcus Lynch laughed until tears flowed:

"Transformers toys... My son Franz wants that too... I wish you two could be friends, if only he had survived to this day..."

"I am sorry for Franz's misfortune, uncle."

"That's very polite, I appreciate you saying that, young man."

"Of course I understand that Transformers toys are not a real dream,"

"Oh? So what counts?" Lynch asked.

The little boy glanced at the tombstone beside him:

"I hope to grow up and be like Mr. Patricia Lynch, or Mr. Chi Guwale,

Save those who are suffering from the bottom,
Those who bravely fight against evil forces,

Those who deserve to be buried here.

"

The old man cast a gratified look.

Marcus Lynch froze for two seconds in astonishment, then said:

"I see, Paul Korchagin,
You are what Chi Guwale said,

future. "