I Built the Ancient Organization of Salvation

　　"We met a skinny old fisherman. He rowed a tattered boat and floated in the black river with a miserable face. Occasionally he cast a net, but it was empty."

　　"'The river is dead, the fish and shrimp are gone, and I'm going to go too,' he said to us."

　　"Foreign giants monopolize local oil exploration and recklessly send pollution into the waters. The ecological environment has been severely damaged, and people cannot survive, so they embark on the road of stealing oil for private refining. The black smoke in the water is the original oil refining technology. Factory produced."

　　"Walking through the streets of this country, you can see vendors selling oil in plastic bottles everywhere, often at half the price of regular gas stations."

　　"However, these people who have lost their means of livelihood because of pollution, their behavior of stealing oil for private refining has once again aggravated environmental pollution, so that even the last batch of old fishermen can no longer support."

　　"It is conceivable that more people will definitely take this road in the future."

　　"My friends told me that these oil dealers seem to have a head start in life, but in this place in the Philippines, everything is like a quagmire. The more you earn, the deeper you sink, and the more desperate you end up."

　　In the picture, Song Xiangming spread his hands and pursed his mouth: "As an ordinary college student who has only graduated for less than a year, it is difficult for me to understand this cruel world."

　　"Later, we took a dilapidated train in King Kong and headed east. The train had no chairs, no window glass, and both the carriage and the roof were crowded with people."

　　"We're paying more for the driver who hasn't been paid in more than six years to go to 'first class', where the driver is in, which is a little more spacious."

　　“After several days of difficult train journeys, we arrived in Burundi, the smallest country in the Philippines. The old-fashioned permanent bicycles, which have long been invisible in the country, have been revived and become an important production tool for the locals.”

　　"To be honest, I was really shocked at the time. Four hundred catties of green bananas were tied on top, and the black buddies were naked and wearing slippers. They pushed the carts to the market for sale. They could only ride for a while when they went downhill, at a speed of six or seven per hour. At ten kilometers, once you fall, the car will crash."

　　"And we did witness a car accident. The young man who wanted to make money to support his family was lying on the side of the road, his eyes gradually lost focus, and the bright red blood that came out met the green bananas scattered around, forming a dazzling contrast."

　　"There will always be unfortunate people, and there will always be new people to fill in. They work day after day, but they can only earn a negligible salary, and even buying foreign garbage scrapped cars eliminated by developed countries needs to use up their savings. ."

　　Song Xiangming tapped the back of his hand with his index fingers clasped together, his eyes thoughtful.

　　He is an ordinary person who can no longer be ordinary. In the past [-] years, he has never thought deeply about things other than life.

　　Apart from buying a house, marrying a wife, having children, and taking care of parents, there seems to be nothing else in my mind. Even if I occasionally feel indignant about some social issues exposed by the Internet, it will pass away after a while, and forget it in a blink of an eye.

　　But this journey changed him, and he began to really think about society and himself.

　　Across Burundi, Song Xiangming was amazed in Tanzania and saw the famous Serengeti Reserve, as well as the 'Roof of the Philippines' Mount Kilimanjaro standing above the clouds.

　　The mountain is so ancient and so silent, like a speechless wise man, watching the rise and fall of mankind.

　　Lions, zebras, and giraffes run on the vast prairie, flat-headed brothers walk through the grass, and fight with deadly snakes, while strong crocodiles float in the pools, like dead trees, waiting for their prey to be hooked.

　　This is the real wild world, the unpredictable cruel nature.Whether it is the majestic king of the prairie, or the insignificant ants, they have to do everything to survive.

　　He saw with his own eyes, the cheetah moved gracefully and ran to exhaustion in extreme racing, but failed to get food; the lioness was wounded by the horns of the buffalo, endured the bloody abdomen, and tried her best to tear the flesh from the corpse Chunks to swallow.

　　When Song Xiangming was beside the wild Natron Lake, he saw flocks of flamingos taking off, dyeing the sky with pink feathers, while local children with only a few strands stared curiously at the brightly dressed tourists from Omei At that time, all his thoughts were detonated.

　　"One hundred thousand years ago, human beings walked out of the Philippines and gradually developed a more advanced civilization, but when those who claim to be civilizations come to the Philippines again, they bring misery..."

　　"From the capture of black slaves during the triangular trade, to the colonial rule that lasted until World War II, to today's economic plunder, the so-called advanced persecution of the backward has never stopped, and our country was once among them."

　　"Civilization and backwardness, wealth and poverty... This has to be said to be a kind of irony, so ridiculous."

　　"But what's more ridiculous is myself!"

　　Song Xiangming was sitting beside the lake, the sunset dipping into the ground dyed the sky with cascading red clouds, and the lake water reflected the sky, forming a whole, and countless pink flamingos were combing their feathers in it.

　　The helicopter of the tourists swept overhead, admiring the magic of the heaven and earth from the best angle, while the little boy looked up at the helicopter, his dark skin reflected the oily luster, and a line of orange red outline was plated in the sunset. .

　　Countless information that he had seen before, but was buried deep in his mind because of his ostrich mentality, floated to his mind at this moment, flashing like a revolving lantern.

　　It is not just the Philippines that is poor. A considerable number of people in the Yan Kingdom are still struggling on the edge of low income, and even in the United States, the largest economy, there are more than [-] million poor people.

　　But out of the well-protected land of Yan Kingdom, looking at the world, local conflicts are emerging one after another, global challenges such as terrorism, refugee crisis, climate change, major infectious diseases are increasing, and Blue Star's economy continues to slump...

　　Defects and suffering are still the main theme of human beings, and the world is never perfect.

　　"After connecting with globalization, the economy of the three northeastern provinces plummeted."

　　"And the funny thing about me is that while I oppose the developed areas discriminating against myself, I also discriminate against the poorer areas; I refute the fallacy that the rich are poor because they are lazy, and at the same time I use the word "lazy" without thinking. Throw it on the poorer people."

　　"I was lying on the bed after dinner, swiping my mobile phone, and occasionally I would feel: 'Why is this world like this? This world shouldn't be like this.' But in the face of social problems, I just wrote angry and indignant words, and after venting it, I went back to the Go to sleep, it seems like those things will go away on their own."

　　"I also complained that my parents didn't study very hard at the beginning, but they made me try my best to study, which is often said on the Internet, 'If you don't fly yourself, have a child and force him to fly'."

　　"But when you think about it, I'm actually like that myself."

　　"I know that there are problems in society, but I always hope that there will be a group of people to save myself. I clearly hope that the world will be better, but I always lie down and build everything with others."

　　Song Xiangming smiled again. He seemed to love to laugh, but this time there was a deeper meaning in his smile.

　　"There has never been a savior, nor an immortal emperor. To create the happiness of mankind, it is all up to us."

　　"Doing it may not be successful, but if you don't do it, the world will not be a better place. I tell myself, take action, act fast! If you have a part to do something, if you have a part of your enthusiasm, you will change us. The world depends on us.”

　　"If I hadn't received the invitation, maybe I would still be on the road of poverty alleviation in the countryside of Yan Kingdom."

　　The sunset of Natron Lake appeared in front of Song Xiangming's eyes again, and the gorgeous color seemed to be completely etched into his heart 4.3: "The sunset is really magnificent, but when a person dies, he will never see such a beautiful sunset again."

　　He slowly raised his head, his eyes with some kind of scorching light, looked directly at the camera: "If human beings are destroyed, the ideal world will never appear!"

　　After saying this, Song Xiangming was silent for a long time, and finally showed his white teeth and smiled again: "It seems that he said some very heavy things, it's not good."

　　"The ancients said that it's okay to die in the morning after hearing about Taoism. After more than [-] years of confusion, I finally woke up. To be able to fight for the cause I pursued and even give my life is the best compliment to me, and it is also my highest honor."

　　"My only regret is probably being ashamed of my parents."

　　"Dad, Mom, my son is not filial, but the world is difficult. I sacrificed my life for my ideals. You don't have to feel sorry for me. I believe that if I die, the bastards around me will help me take care of you."

　　"I heard that the organization will directly decompose the remains of the deceased into basic substances at the ceremony, and attribute them to this world. This is very good. It protects this world and integrates into this world."

　　"And so I can float across the city and the wilderness, run across the sky and the earth, brush the tender cheeks of young children and the gray hair of old people, and most importantly, see the sunset every day."

　　"I've talked a lot about it, so let's go here."

　　Song Xiangming smiled and clasped his fists: "I'm Song Xiangming, your 'Brother Huanxiao', a beautiful man who will always be 29 years old, hahaha... There is no such thing as a feast in the world, life is short, and sometimes when we meet, parents, mothers, masters and comrades in arms are below. Farewell, see you again! Bye!"

　　He raised his hand to close the photo crystal and leaned back on the chair with a quiet smile.

　　When you walk through the streets of dusk after I die, the hair on your temples and the treetops sway gently, I don't know if you can still recognize it, it's me... not the wind.

　　.......

Chapter 297

　　Under the gazes of many students, the image left by Song Xiangming will always be fixed in the picture of saying goodbye with a smile and clenching fists.

　　The north wind crossed the desolate Siberian plain, the wide and waveless Lake Baikal, and the silent and evil black forest, echoed in every minaret, every veranda, and every corner of the academy's eaves.

　　Their chills swayed in the wind, their hands clenched in silence.

　　Li Rana raised her hand and pressed it slightly, and the crystal belonging to Song Xiangming returned to the red cloth, and the second crystal rose, faithfully playing the last words of another victim.

　　Except for the voices of the heroes, the entire venue was immersed in dead silence, there was no process announcement, and no words of encouragement. This was a solemn and silent sacrificial ceremony.

　　These fourth batch of students are experiencing a scene that none of the seniors have ever experienced. The voices and smiles of the seniors and seniors are still floating in front of them, but they themselves have been sleeping forever under the spotless Sacred Shield banner.

　　"My name is Darcy Smith, from Texas, USA..."

　　"My name is Kazuya Suzuki, from Ryukyu..."

　　"My name is Leonid Andreevich Nikonov, from Bear Country..."

　　"My name is Mahmoud Rahman Anwar Saeed, and I come from the Sinai Peninsula, where the famous Suez Canal is on the left, and Ezrael is on the right."

　　"But in fact, I am not mourning the locals, but I was born in Menye. My parents were lost in the 94 war, and my uncle sold all his property and brought me to live in the Sinai Peninsula."

　　"Everyone is talking about my parents, but because they left too early, I really don't have any impression of my parents. For me, my uncle is my father. He not only raised me, but also insisted on supporting me to go to college, and The wife had a conflict."

　　"I ran after him when I was a child, and I thought he was so tall, mighty, and calm, as if nothing in the world could stop him. He was simply the most powerful person."

　　"In a blink of an eye, I was working as an adult, and I traveled abroad for a long time, and the only feedback was to send money on a regular basis. He always called me carefully, and made me go back in a different way."

　　"When I saw him again, I found out that he was so old, his waist was bent, his hair was gray, and his wrinkles were much more numerous."

　　Mahmud's face was a little difficult, he raised his hand and rubbed his own face, and then forced a smile and said:

　　"I went back quietly. He was very pleasantly surprised. He took out all the good things he had accumulated, as if I was hungry outside. He felt that four meals a day were not enough."

　　"We were sitting in the room chatting, and I saw that he was tall and mighty in the past, and he was able to beat up a few gangsters to mistake him. Because of his age, his bones have shrunk, and he has become a little thin, even only enough for me. jaw."

　　"Once he was as smart as him, he was able to take me to a foreign land alone, start from scratch, work hard to make a living and even get married and have children, but now he has forgotten everything and always sits on the sofa. Fell asleep."

　　"However, although his body has aged and his reactions have become dull, the light in his eyes when he looks at me has never changed."

　　There was already an oily glitter in Mahmud's eyes. He quickly raised his head to avoid tears from falling. After a long while, he smiled with a memory and continued:

　　"When we first arrived in Sinai, we didn't have a house. Because he was a stowaways, he couldn't even find a proper job. When we were sleeping on the corner of the street, someone always came to chase us away, so we stopped and walked in the dark. ."

　　"I clearly remember that outside the cone-shaped light of the street lamp, there are always malicious eyes, which may be criminals looking for human organs, or it may be a vicious stray dog."

　　"Finally, we found the perfect treasure, which is the public toilets. In the middle of the night, as long as the door is locked from the inside, we have a small space where we cannot be evicted."

　　"But things don't always go so smoothly. Occasionally, there are drunkards who don't come home late at night, when they slam the door with a loud curse, 'bang bang', and the door latch wailes and shakes with great force, we curl up together, Pray that the door will hold up."

　　"That was probably the hardest time for us."

　　"Later, he carried the goods on his back, walked around the streets, and shouted hard to sell cheap goods, so as to earn the difference, and our life gradually improved."

　　Mehamdra approached the chair, straightened his back, and said very seriously:

　　"The past time was indeed difficult, but I did not sell it in the last words left to my family and comrades in arms."

　　"On the contrary, when I look back and examine my life journey, I realize that those difficult years have sharpened my personality and shaped my spiritual world."

　　"Survival is never easy. Individually and collectively."

　　"Look out the window, the buildings are scattered, the highways are neat and tidy, the shops can be seen everywhere, the logistics at one point, and the highly developed film and television entertainment."

　　"We live in this tightly guarded technological world, and we're so accustomed to it that we arrogantly believe that civilization is within reach."

　　"But in fact, many people have to do their best just to live in the vast society, and our civilization, also in this vast and lonely world, is trying to maintain a fragile balance."

　　"When the gold diggers have sifted through the sands of the river before they find a trivial gold nugget, they will rejoice at this hard-won treasure and defend this wealth with shotguns."

　　"Humanity has gone through thousands of hardships to finally achieve today's results. My uncle has overcome all difficulties, and now has the opportunity to spend his old age in peace. I will never allow any existence to destroy all this!"

　　After Mahmoud finished speaking firmly, he slowly lay back on the chair and stroked the short hair on his forehead.

　　"In the past, when my uncle had a busy day and sold out the goods in his hand, he would happily buy me a bottle of Coke. For me at that time, it was simply too precious."

　　"I sat with him on the stone steps by the side of the road, watching the traffic, carefully poured the Coke into the bottle cap, and sipped it, because it lasted a long time, sometimes even several days. "

　　As a child, Mahmoud sat on the street, looking and looking at the brown fluid in the bottle cap before pouring it into his mouth, waiting for the sweetness to bloom on the taste buds and the carbon dioxide to pop out of the nose.