blackstone code

Chapter 448 The Torch of Hope

A child is an amazing thing.

How amazing is it?

In fact, most people who can ask this question have never seen those magical children. The magic of children is that they are fearless.

The ignorant are fearless. This sentence is most reflected in the children. They dare to hold all kinds of bugs in their hands and show them to you.

They dare to do anything that adults dare not do or are unwilling to do, including rolling in the mud-it is worth mentioning that the muddy water comes from the children's own excretory system.

The children in Nagalil are similar. Every child in the orphanage is a little mud egg.

The director of the orphanage is a woman who looks to be in her 50s and wears a washed-out dress.

She also stood timidly with the children, facing the foreigners who got out of the car.

Yesterday evening, the chief of the local police station found her and told her that important people from foreign countries would come here to see the children and donate some things so that she could prepare in advance.

She had tried her best to prepare, and took out the clothes that she was reluctant to wear, but she was still careless.

In just a blink of an eye, those clean children turned into little mud eggs again, and she was a little scared.

Witnessed by reporters, people, and cameras, Lynch walked up to the timid dean and extended his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Dean."

The female dean stretched out her hand to look. 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 uneasy, rubbed it hard, and finally held Lynch's hand, " Me too, sir."

Her voice is very gentle, in fact, there are times when it bursts, especially when those disobedient children make her physically and mentally exhausted.

Lynch felt her uneasiness, and quickly let go of her hand, then looked at the people around him, and introduced them, "I knew about this place before I came here, and I knew a story that moved me very much."

The people around Lynch, the police chief, some local cadres, the sergeant and some people in his company all showed expressions of listening carefully.

The reporters were also working hard to write. Fortunately, Lynch's articulation was still standard, and it was clear that they would 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 all curious about what Lynch, a foreigner, would say.

"In order to take care of these children, Ms. Dean has not been married until now. This is great and touching, so I am 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 gave their all for this society in places we can't see."

"They don't want to impress anyone, including themselves, because of their silent dedication. They only think it is their responsibility and obligation."

"They are like torches, lighting up the darkest corners for us, and sending warmth into the abyss of despair."

"Their behavior made me see my insignificance. They are giants in the spiritual world, but I am just a 'little man'."

"I can't be like them, 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 didn't say these words to Madam Dean, nor did he say them to the ruling class around him. He was explaining the difference between himself and other foreigners to reporters and ordinary people.

"I want to donate a lot of things to the orphanage, some daily necessities, food, I hope these can help them."

The trucks not far away were unloading, and the workers moved very slowly, as if they were afraid that others would not see them.

As box after box of things was moved out, people kept screaming, especially when some food and meat were moved out, there was even a sound of swallowing saliva around the orphanage.

Many people may only eat meat a few times a year. If those bugs, rats, and wild dogs are not counted as "meat", then they may only eat it once or twice a year, or two or three times.

And those bags of wheat kernels, gray flour, these things are full of temptation.

After showing his "generosity" for a while, Lynch's voice drew people's attention back.

"In addition to these, I will also build no less than [-] hope schools locally and in all cities in the province."

"These schools will provide school-age children with the opportunity to go to school free of charge, and they can enter the school to receive education without paying a penny."

If Lynch said that he donated things to the orphanage before, it just made people feel that there were some inconspicuous emotional fluctuations, then this sentence immediately changed the mood of the people outside.

The reporters were also stunned by the news. You must know that the ruling class in Nagalil is typically stingy.

They gathered the wealth of this society and put it in their pockets, but they never thought of feeding back to this society. 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 distinctions.

Only the ruling class and the privileged class can enter public facilities to enjoy "public" services and equipment.

No one has ever mentioned free education. If the number of schools has not become an assessment standard, the management in some backward areas would not want to build schools.

If what Lynch said wasn't a lie, people cheered the news enough.

People loudly asked Lynch if he meant what he said, when he would build the school, or just talking...

It is never a lie that knowledge can change destiny, whether it is in the Commonwealth or in Nagalil, although sometimes people will misunderstand the meaning of this sentence.

At this time, Lynch suddenly lowered his head, and the eyes of others followed his lowering movement, looking at his lower body.

A child about two or three years old, or three or four years old, was dirty, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a boy or a girl. He was naked to the upper body and wore shorts that had been obviously modified.

He didn't wear shoes, which are a luxury item for children. His left foot stepped on Lynch's shiny leather shoe.

A little black, dirty foot, even ordinary people would not think it was clean or cute, and it stained Mr. Lynch's leather shoes.

What was even more frightening was that one of his dirty hands grabbed Lynch's pants.

Will he suffer?
Seeing the rapid change of expressions on the police chief's face, and seeing the completely different expressions on the faces of those around Lynch, everyone was worried about that child.

Lynch's hand had already reached out to the child, and people seemed to be able to imagine that he lifted the child up and threw it away!
This is what they know about foreigners. They love cleanliness, hate dirty children, and get angry over small things.

People were praying that no bad things would happen, and Madam Dean tried to explain something, but was stopped.

But... the frightening scene did not appear. Lynch touched the child's head with his hand, then squatted down, and hugged the child under the surprised eyes of the people!
He didn't push him away, he didn't hit him, he didn't reprimand him to roll away, he just squatted down and picked up the child.

He calmly looked at those people who lost their composure, including the dean, and smiled softly, "I haven't had time to say just now, the reason why I named these schools 'Hope' is because it will become our school. To be Nagalil, to be the hope of a clan."

"Children can learn advanced knowledge more systematically from an early age. They understand the world more clearly than us, and they have the opportunity to change their destiny."

"It's not just their fate that has changed, but their families, the entire nation and country, and everyone's fate will change bit by bit."

"That's why 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 covered with plaster, "This is the kindling, this is the future..."

What he said made people think deeply and moved people. The dean was even more grateful for the gods who sent someone to save her and the children. The reporters were also very moved. Except for those around Lynch, everyone seemed to be I was very moved.

Of course, at such a touching time, there are still people who criticize.

"Mr. Lynch, I noticed that you only donated some worthless things. Don't you plan to donate a little money to a rich man like you?"

There is a kind of pungent 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 valuable things.

The sergeant took a step forward to have the man searched out, but Lynch stopped him.

Still holding the child in his arms, he turned to face the gate and the ordinary people on the walls on both sides of the gate, who were also looking at him.

He didn't have the slightest fear, and his eyes were frank, "This is a good question, and I am willing to answer it."

"There is a saying in my hometown, which is called 'wealth not only makes people forge ahead, but also makes people fall'."

"It's stupid to donate money to Madam Dean and these children, an orphanage without men and security, it will only serve as an incentive to push some people to criminal paths."

"But food and daily necessities will not!"

"Some of you won't kill for stealing a bite of food, but stealing money will make some of you!"

"I'm not stingy with the insignificant money, I just don't want to get hurt or even lose my life because of the money."

A reporter on the side couldn't help but praised, "You are really a kind gentleman!"

(End of this chapter)