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The sun rises and the sun sets as usual, Yu Yao has been stuck with his rambunctious little boyfriend for two days, to the point where when Xu Zhiyuan calls him "little uncle" softly, his head hurts and his back hurts.So on the third-to-last day when I was expected to leave Jiming University, I applied for the first time to live in the teacher's dormitory of Jiming.

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After two days, Huai City, which has been dull and windless, finally ushered in a "rain".

An article titled "To the Fire Thief" was born quietly, printed on thin newspapers ranging from a few cents, and flowed into the neighborhood, tea, wine and restaurants together with the smell of new ink and immature yelling.

This is the shortest and most ordinary fate of words on paper—appearing in front of people's eyes, and then being buried by the trendy, becoming material for window paste, fire primer for stove, kite caught by children's wind.Then they go on being born, and dying like this again, and the cycle repeats.

If a certain article or a certain word can make people who encounter it by chance frown suddenly, they will not be able to let go of it for a long time.Or ask the frustrated person to take off his glasses and shed two lines of sympathetic tears.Or let the generous people stand up and sigh up to the sky.

Then it will break free from the fate of being shackled by paper, and like the hero on the sculpture, it will become a piece of history for future generations, and a fire that opens up the world for today's people.

"To those who steal fire" washed away the public opinion in Huai City.

Yu Yao and Li Anrong did not expect such a big response, it almost exploded from the place where it was published to Huai City - perhaps because it echoed the favorable time, place and people, in such a special period, in Fulin, Beicheng The two places that are being ravaged by wars are so touching in the hearts of a group of people who also yearn for the "prosperity of mountains and rivers".

The rulers of Huai City were in a very embarrassing situation in the wave of denunciation: they only got a sentence of "solve it by themselves" when they asked the headquarters of the coalition government. It's a hard-shell bastard that can't be retracted at both ends.And the powerful new army commander hadn't arrived yet, and he was just a bunch of drunks and rice bags unarmed, so he rolled to hug the thigh of the foreign government without any nonsense, probably because of the familiar hands, the rolling posture was round and smooth.

Foreign governments are stationed in Huai City, but their hearts are in the "blueprint" of encroaching on the major regions of the Central Plains.Energy is now being entangled in the military conflicts on the border of Beicheng. In comparison, the verbal criticism of the literati is a trivial matter.

In their eyes, public opinion is the best thing to control, so the foreign government completely handed over the "mouth covering task" to the Concession Police Bureau and Terayama and other Orientals with all-hands.

But Si Shan was just as absent-minded as his superiors. He was in Huai City, but his mind was on how to eat the swan meat of Yu Yao. He was busy dealing with his wife and lovers, leaving this task entirely to his subordinates.

Jin Jirui's name appeared in the article again, on the cusp of verbal criticism——

So they handed it over and over again, and finally the task of "suppressing public opinion" fell on Dong Jianshu.

Dong Jianshu was so angry that he scolded Sishan at home as a fat pig with a dizzy head.

Although the brothers and sisters of the Wu family in the article To the Fire Thief have changed their names, those who have done bad things are most familiar with the appearance of ghosts, and they can guess that it is Wu Shenyuan.

Although Dong Jianshu had a close relationship with Sishan, it had nothing to do with Wu Shenyuan's death. He had never been close to Wu Tongqiu, nor had he participated in the arrest of intelligence officers from the Tongpao Society. go.Unlike Jin Jirui who was scolded miserably, in the eyes of the masses, Dong Jianshu is still clean on the surface.

Originally, he could use this red face to operate in secret, but Sishan asked him to sing black face to take responsibility, to suppress the voice of seeking justice for the "fire thief".

Dong Jianshu paced back and forth in the room, but didn't hear the slight movement of going down the stairs, and didn't know that his son was hiding behind the wall and wanted to make an excuse to go out later.

"This article is probably written by Yu Yao in secret," Dong Jianshu sat down on the sofa angrily, and said, "What is Xu Zhenping's position? He even allowed his cronies to support the Tongpao Association."

"Perhaps... they have been hiding Xu Zhenping's identity and only using his identity as a protective umbrella." The old housekeeper said, "Perhaps Xu Zhenping doesn't even know the affiliation of these two people. People in the same robe club are the best at concealing..."

Hearing this, Dong Yibai behind the wall stopped his movements and frowned.

"..." Dong Jianshu suddenly thought about it, and said: "If the identities of Yu Yao and Li Anrong are exposed because of this public opinion turmoil, whether Xu Zhenping knows it or not, it is a felony to cover up the Tongpao Association..." Dong Jianshu He laughed and said, "Do you think Xu Zhenping betrayed the coalition government, or abandoned Yu Yao and his wife?"

"No matter what, he will settle this public opinion first." The old butler continued without changing his expression, "This way, you don't need to take action, sir. This is a good strategy."

"But we still have to do something," Dong Jianshu snorted, and said, "Yu Yao is a deadly tumor, and the more he keeps it, the more hidden dangers will become. Find a way to get rid of him."

"Sir, what do you want to get rid of?" The old housekeeper thought that Rang Jiming's dismissal of Yu Yao, or driving him out of Huai City was already "removed".

Dong Jianshu said indifferently: "The 'elimination' who passed away from this world."

The old housekeeper paused, then nodded slowly.

Suddenly, he heard a bang on the stairs behind him, as if someone tripped while running away.Dong Jianshu walked over vigilantly, his eyes caught a piece of his son's clothes, he frowned and shouted: "Dong Yibai!"

There is no echo.

"By the way," he remembered something, turned to the old butler and said, "The formalities are being completed, and he will be sent abroad to go to school in a week."

"Yes."

"Take care of him, he can't take half a step out of this house before he leaves," Dong Jianshu raised his head to the upstairs—as if he knew Dong Yibai was listening, and angrily said: "This unfilial white-eyed wolf is turning his elbows out, If I stay in Jiming for another day, I'm afraid I will be surnamed Yu."

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In addition to the turbulent undercurrent in the Winter Palace, the various universities are very lively.

It was rare for Yu Yao to sleep soundly last night. This morning, he was agitated quietly, patted his side habitually, and said, "You..."

When his hand touched the hard and cold wall, he stopped, and Yu Yao opened his eyes and got up, the broken hair on his forehead was frowned.I remembered that I slept in the teacher's dormitory yesterday, and the bastard who quarreled with him two days ago was not there.

Yu Yao packed up and went out. He missed his breakfast because of his sleep, so he had to go out of the school to find a steamed stuffed bun shop that closes late.

Along the way, I saw many student activities, recitations or spontaneous stage performances, most of which were related to "Fire Stealers".Yu Yao couldn't help but smile, knowing that this trend had enveloped Huai City and awakened the students, he was delighted but also worried.

Next to the steamed stuffed bun shop, he saw Diagnosis Hua and students from several schools jointly raising donations. He heard their grand plan and said that they wanted to set up a social newspaper written by students by themselves, called "Prometheus Newspaper".

Yu Yao held the bun in his mouth: "..."

Let’s not talk about material issues such as funds—students do not have financial means, and relying on donations will definitely not be able to support a long-term and excellent newspaper. If they want to find investors, the student’s position as the editor-in-chief will definitely be interfered with.

Just mentioning the name—a newspaper must cater to the public if it is to run well. "Prometheus Newspaper" does have a moral and an international flavor, but most ordinary people can't read it smoothly, let alone remember it.

Yu Yao took a small bite of the steamed stuffed bun, but didn't get the filling. He quietly watched the high-spirited and confident lecturers, and still felt that it was good to try.

Sure enough, when Yu Yao came here again in the evening, there were only hawkers shouting.They probably didn't raise a penny, and were holding their "Prometheus" boxes in their hands, frustrated, sitting and complaining, while the promoters were arguing about their problems.

Yu Yao sighed, lowered his head and smiled, groped around and found some money, and was about to walk over, but was stopped by a childish voice.

"Sir, do you want to buy flowers?" the little girl asked.

Yu Yao stopped and looked at her.

Her hair was short and curled around her cheeks, her clean gray dress was patched, and her hat was bigger than her face—probably belonged to the grown-ups in the family.

Her black eyes, big and bright like a kitten's cub, were staring at Yu Yao.With this big bag slung across her body, she picked up the last flower carefully with her little hand and said, "You can give it to your lover."

What she held in her hand was a red rose with water dripping from the bottom of the stalk, which was still bright.Only then did Yu Yao see that her bag was filled with small water bottles, and she didn't know whether it was heavy or not.

Yu Yao asked her the price, handed her three pennies, and took the roses.

The little girl happily said thank you, squatted on the ground and separated the three copper plates, muttering something.

Yu Yao bent down and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Mom said, if you sell all the flowers, I'll give you the money for the last flower." The little girl replied without any hesitation.

"Oh," Yu Yao said with great interest, praising the "huge sum" she earned by earning by herself, "how do you spend so much money?"

The girl proudly put one piece into her left pocket: "This one is saving to buy books." One piece was put into her right pocket, "This one is buying sugar for people to eat."

The remaining one is held in the palm of the hand.

Yu Yao remained silent, seeing the little girl staring at the copper plate with reluctance in her black eyes for a long time, finally gritted her teeth and ran to the group of students.

The students holding the donation box were drowsy. Some of them were chatting and some were arguing. No one noticed the girl in the red hat approaching.

The little girl stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms to reach the box that the senior student was holding.

With a crisp jingle, the first copper plate went into the empty donation box.

It sounds as if Hope snapped its fingers in the ear.

The student came to his senses all of a sudden, but when he realized it, the little girl had already jumped and ran away—the water was not spilled.

"Oh, thank you... little girl—" the student shouted hastily.

Yu Yao got up after witnessing this scene, and watched the little figure go away.

Seeing that these big brothers and sisters have been busy all day without making any money, and she has "a lot" of copper coins, she thinks about sharing what she has with them. She hasn't fully learned the self-interest and selfishness necessary for survival.

Children don't know how to open a newspaper, don't know what "stealing fire" is, and don't know what "salvation is trying to survive"-this is just a natural kindness and compassion.

Thinking to himself, Yu Yao walked up to the stunned student and threw in a few pennies.

When he left, he heard the student shout: "Don't argue, stop arguing! Someone donated money."

Yu Yao heard that they were quiet for a while, then broke out loudly, and finally bowed to him and shouted "Thank you, sir", with curved lips.

At the door of his house, he met Xu Zhiyuan who was leaning on the door frame waiting for him to come back, and his good mood also "benefited" to this little brat.

Xu Zhiyuan rolled his eyelids, and when he saw him coming back, he said in a strange way: "Honey, you still know how to come back."

Yu Yao handed him the rose in his hand: "Here."

Xu Zhiyuan: "..."

Xu Zhiyuan took the rose and said, "What's the matter?"

"For you." Yu Yao said as he walked into the house and changed his shoes and clothes.

Xu Zhiyuan went up to look him around in surprise.

Yu Yao also asked, "What?"

Xu Zhiyuan glanced at Rose, then at him, frowned and sighed: "Baby, I saw that the wood has opened up."