She Is Not a Witch

　　 "Grete, is it really okay for us to do this?"

　　 Bud stood among the strikers and looked at Grete next to him, a young man a few years older than himself.

　　 "No problem, don't worry, even if they want to arrest people, they will only arrest me, and will not expand. After all, they still need people to work."

　　 "Will you be in danger like this?" Bud was a little anxious, it is rare to have such a good friend.

　　 "Haha, I have my own way. Someone always does these things, right?"

　　 "Well, everyone is in this kind of psychology, always thinking that others will come for them, and it is enough to not get hurt." Grete said this, a little lamented.

　　 "We all want to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, continue to obey, and dare not resist. That's it, step back and step back until we let everything out."

　　Grete looked at the dazzling sunlight in the sky, and blocked part of it with his fingers. 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 am not fighting alone."

　　 "This sentence is simple and simple, but it makes me very at ease. Maybe this is the strength of unity."

　　Bad looked at Grete silently. In fact, he didn't know much about concepts and principles, but he had also dreamed about heroes with many ordinary people.

　　As the bard chants, when a crisis strikes and a desperate situation, there is always a hero who is extremely powerful, breaking everything, subverting everything, and saving everyone.

When he was young, he often hid in the corner of the tavern, listening to those poets who played the strings tell stories like that. Under the dim lights, those poets could always tell wonderful stories from their mouths, dragons, princesses, knights, magicians, one The characters are very lively, as if they are sitting in a tavern, drinking ale, and talking about the adventurous life in a relaxed manner.

It's a pity that such a time is 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 dreams, like a little calf hitting a hard boulder and bleeding his head until Now, I slowly understand that I am extremely small and fragile in this world, and the word "hero" has long gone.

　　If I hadn't met Gretel, I would have been lost in this loss and confusion, Bud thought.

　　 "Thank you, Great."

　　 "Huh? Why do you suddenly say that, are you going to leave first?" Grete was a little surprised, and the protest was not over yet.

"It's nothing, thank you for helping me get back the robbed salary." Bud looked at Grete and smiled. Although his face is not good-looking, he seems very natural and frank at this time, and it makes others not so much. I'm aware of his appearance.

　　 "Well, it's nothing, aren't we friends."

　　 "Well, I also need to say thank you for friends." Bud insisted a little.

The long protest was over. The Nissos Chamber of Commerce sent people out to negotiate. At the insistence of Gretel and others, the representative finally said that it would improve the treatment of employees. The previous new winery would be closed, and the sick employees would also be compensated. .

　　 After getting a satisfactory answer, the crowd protesting the strike dissipated slowly, and Grete was surrounded by everyone, cheering and tossing, and then falling down. After that, everyone chose a restaurant to celebrate.

　　 It's a pity that there are too many people here, and the restaurant can't sit down. In the end, these people set up a campfire by the sea and bought bacon, fish and wine.

　　 They sat together, and some talked loudly about their heroic experiences during the day, teasing and complimenting each other, and bursts of laughter came from time to time under the night sky.

　　Bad also sat with them, sitting on the ground, turning and grilling sea fish, and making an exaggerated laugh with a few words from time to time.

　　 Orange flames illuminate each excited face and a pair of smart eyes. These gray and numb faces seem to be dyed again, and they are warm orange.

　　The brown fish was sprinkled with a small amount of salt, and the fat and thin meat skewers had oil dripping by the fire. The scent of food filled the air, mixed with the fragrance of burning pine, which made a group of people craving water and increasing their appetite.

　　 took off the meat skewers a little impatiently, and made a strange sound when they were scalded, and another burst of laughter rang out on the beach under the night sky.

　　 After eating, they started to drink again, and from time to time they sang country ballads, and some people were in harmony with the beat, so that it was very late and very late.

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　　 After the night party was over, Bud helped Grete back to where he lived. At this time Grete was a little drunk and walked a bit crookedly, but at least he hadn't lost consciousness completely.

　　 "Bu...D, have you ever thought about... what to do in the future, hiccup~"

　　 "I haven't thought about this, maybe it's just a better life. I can eat it every day."

　　 Bud thought for a moment, and then expressed his opinion.

　　 "This...this can't work, one...must have a dream~" Grete went awry again without knowing it.

　　 "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, making you think about it day and night, can't let go of it, and always want to do it."

　　 "At that time, you will know your dream." When Grete said that, he suddenly became sober~www.readwn.com~hmm. "

　　 "Then Gret, do you have any dreams?"

　　 "I said, don't make a joke." Grete walked a bit crookedly again.

　　 "I want to be a great hero, admired and loved by everyone, and then...and then let countless beautiful girls fall in love with me, haha~"

　　 Under the dim moonlight, Grete smiled wantonly, and started a few barking dogs in the middle of the night.

　　 Bud leaned on Grete's shoulder and laughed. Which teenager doesn't like the beautiful opposite sex, but usually everyone pretends not to say it.

　　 Then the two talked about the beautiful girls of Hopelander, from the girls in the workshop to the girls in the tavern, from the daughters of ordinary people to the eldest ladies of the Chamber of Commerce.

　　 stopped and walked all the way, and slowly and finally almost reached the place where Grete lived.

　　 "Do you know who the prettiest girl in Hopeland is?" Grete asked.

　　 "I don't know." Bud answered honestly.

"It's Miss Lacey from the Calites family. It's a pity that she rarely shows up. I only heard people say that she has long golden hair and clear blue eyes. Her beauty is like a bright moon in the sky, not dreamy. world."

　　 "Is it better-looking than Ms. Fuuno of Anemi? Didn't you just say that Fuuno is the most beautiful in the world?"

"Actually, I haven't seen it, but Miss Lacey has implemented a lot of benevolent regulations and benefits recently, so I think she is a hero, and she is also more beautiful than Feng Na." Grete said of his idealistic aesthetics. .

　　 "This is also true."

　　Bad replied, and then helped his friend into the room, let him lie down on the bed, and then walked out of the house.

　　 The bright moon is like a tooth, faintly appearing in the clouds and mist, and there is a continuous sound of insects from all around. In the middle of the night, there is a bit of chill for a while.