Blackstone Code Chapter 447: The torch of hope
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Children are amazing things.
How amazing is that?
In fact, most people who can ask this question have never seen those magical children. The magical thing about children is that they are fearless.
The ignorant are fearless. This sentence is reflected in the children to the greatest extent. They dare to hold all kinds of bugs in their hands and show them to you.
They dare to do anything adults are afraid and unwilling to do, including rolling in the mud - it's worth mentioning that the water in the mud comes from the children's own excretory system.
The children of Nagalil are similar, and every child in the orphanage is a little jerk.
The head of the orphanage is a woman who appears to be in her fifties and wears a white washed garment.
She stood timidly with the children, facing the foreigners who got out of the car.
Yesterday evening, the local police chief found her and told her that some big people from foreign countries would come here to see the children, donate some things, and let her prepare in advance.
She has done her best to prepare herself, taking out the clothes that she is reluctant to wear at ordinary times, but she is still careless.
In the blink of an eye, those clean children turned into little scumbags again, and she was a little scared.
Under the witness of reporters, people, and cameras, Lynch walked up to the cowardly dean and extended his hand, "Nice to meet you, Madam Dean."
The female dean stretched out her hand and looked at it. In fact, her hand was very clean, at least she couldn't see any dust with the naked eye, but she still put her hand behind her back and rubbed it hard before she held Lynch's hand. hand, "Me too, sir."
Her voice is soft, but she's usually bursting at times, especially when the disobedient children are exhausting her.
Lynch felt her unease, and quickly let go of her hand, then looked at the people around her and introduced them, "I learned about this place before I came here, and I know a person who moved me very much. story."
The people around Lynch, the police chief, some local cadres, sergeant and some people in his company all showed their expressions of listening intently.
The reporters are also writing hard, but fortunately Lynch's articulation is fairly standard, and it is clear that they will not be too late to write.
The people surrounding the door, as well as those riding on the wall, were all looking at Lynch. They were very curious what Lynch, a foreigner, was going to say.
"It's great and touching that Madam Dean hasn't married until now in order to take care of these children, so I'm here today."
"In today's society, whether it is the Baylor Federation or the United Kingdom of Nagalil, there will always be some people who silently give their all for this society where we can't see it."
"They don't want to touch anyone, including themselves, because of their silent dedication. They just think it's their responsibility and obligation."
"They are like torches, illuminating our darkest corners and sending warmth into the abyss of despair."
"Their actions made me see my insignificance. They are giants in the spiritual world, and I am just a 'little man'."
"I can't do what they do, but I respect them, their attitude, their actions, their sense of responsibility."
"I can only help them in my own way, including more people who need my help!"
Lynch said these words not to Madam Dean, nor to the ruling class around him. He was speaking to reporters and ordinary people about the difference between himself and other foreigners.
"I want to donate a lot of things to the orphanage, some daily necessities, food, I hope these can help them."
The trucks are unloading not far away, and the workers are moving slowly, as if they are afraid that others will not see.
As boxes after boxes of things were moved out, people kept exclaiming, especially when some food and meat were moved out, there was even a sound of swallowing saliva around the orphanage.
Meat, many people may only eat it a few times a year. If the bugs, mice, wild dogs, etc. are not counted as "meat", then they may only eat once or twice a year, Two or three times.
And those sacks of wheat kernels, and the gray flour, it's all tempting.
After showing her "generousness" for a while, Lynch's voice brought attention back.
"In addition to these, I will build no less than 20 Hope Schools locally and in all cities in the province."
“These schools will provide school-age children with the opportunity to attend school for free without paying a cent to enter the school for an education.”
If Lynch said that he donated things to the orphanage before, it just made people feel that there were some insignificant emotional fluctuations, then this sentence immediately caused the emotions of the people outside to change.
Reporters were also stunned by the news, knowing that Nagalil's ruling class is typically slack.
They gathered the wealth of this society and put them in their pockets, but they never thought of giving back to this society, and they never provided any valuable and effective medical education services.
Even some of the public facilities they built became a sort of venue for class distinction.
Only those in the ruling and privileged classes have access to public facilities to enjoy "public" services and equipment.
No one has ever mentioned free education. If it weren't for the number of schools that had become an assessment criterion, the management in some backward areas would not want to build schools.
If what Lynch said wasn't a lie, enough people cheered the news.
People are asking out loud if Lynch is talking, asking when he will build the school, and just talking about...
It is never a lie that knowledge changes fate, whether in the Commonwealth or in Nagalil, although there are times when people misunderstand the meaning of this phrase.
At this time, Lynch suddenly lowered his head, and the eyes of others followed his lowering, and looked at his lower body.
A child of about two or three years old, or three or four years old, dirty, can't tell if it's a boy or a girl, with a red upper body and a pair of shorts that have been obviously modified.
He didn't wear shoes. Shoes were a luxury item for children. His left foot stepped on Lynch's shiny leather shoes.
A black, dirty little foot, which even ordinary people would not find clean or cute, soiled Mr. Lynch's leather shoes.
What's even more terrifying is that one of his dirty little hands also grabbed Lynch's pants.
Will he suffer?
Watching the rapid change of expressions on the police chief's face, watching the completely different expressions on the faces of those around Lynch, everyone was worried about the child.
Lynch's hand has been stretched out to the child, and everyone can imagine that he lifted the child up and threw it away!
This is what they know about foreigners, who love cleanliness, hate dirty kids, and get angry over little things.
People are praying not to let bad things happen, and Ms. Dean tries to explain something but is stopped.
But... the scary scene did not appear. Lynch touched the child's head with his hand, then squatted down, and picked up the child in the eyes of people in amazement!
He didn't push him away, he didn't hit him, he didn't scold him for letting him roll away, he just crouched down and picked up the child.
He calmly looked at those gaffes, including the dean, and laughed softly, "I didn't have time to say just now, the reason why I named these schools 'Hope' is because it will Be us, be Nagalil, be the hope of a clan."
“Children can learn advanced knowledge more systematically from an early age. They understand the world more clearly than we do, and they have the opportunity to change their destiny.”
"It is not only their fate that will change, but also their families, and the entire nation and country. Everyone's fate will change little by little."
"So I call them schools of hope, they are torches of hope, carrying the flame of hope for this nation."
Lynch touched the dirty face of the child in his arms, which was covered in plaster, "This is the fire, this is the future..."
What she said was thought-provoking and touching. Madam Dean was thanking the gods for sending someone to save her and the children. The reporters were also very moved. In addition to those around Lynch, Everyone seemed moved.
Of course, at such a moving time, there are still people picking on it.
"Mr. Lynch, I noticed that you only donated some worthless things. Don't a rich man like you plan to donate a little money?"
There is a spicy irony and ridicule in the tone. Food and daily necessities are indeed very important and expensive for ordinary people, but for rich people, these are really not worth much. thing.
The sergeant stepped forward to have the man searched out, but Lynch stopped him.
He still holds the child and turns to face the gate and the ordinary people on the walls on either side of the gate, who are also looking at him.
He didn't have the slightest fear~IndoMTL.com~, his eyes wide open, "That's a good question, and I'm willing to answer it."
"There is a saying in my hometown that 'wealth not only makes people progress, but also makes people fall'."
"Donating money to Madam Dean and these children, an orphanage without men and guards, is a fool's errand and will only serve as an incentive to push someone down the path of crime."
"But not food and groceries!"
"Some of you won't kill someone for stealing a bite of food, but stealing money will make some of you do that!"
"I'm not stingy with that paltry amount of money, I just don't want to get hurt or even lose my life because of it."
A reporter on the side could hardly help but praised, "You are such a kind gentleman!"
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