Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 272 The mature Nord

To use an analogy, the Equality Society used to be a person standing in the water, and the gorgeously dressed government was unwilling to go into the water, so they were embarrassed everywhere. Now they step into the water regardless of their dignity, and the advantages of the Equality Society are gone. If it continues like this, sooner or later it will be at its mercy.

   While several people were thinking about countermeasures, Little Carl quickly bought four meals and came back.

  The owner of the tailor shop and old Melen, who is also the station master, came in with him: "President Boyne, comrades."

   "Long time no see." Boyin shook hands with the hale and hearty old Melen, "The guests outside have left?"

"Well, you and everyone should eat something quickly, and take a good rest after eating. In the evening, we have to go to Laizein to meet Comrade Morais and the others." Old Melen told Boin and arranged for Carl to go out. Look after the shop lookout.

   "Okay, you sit down." Boyne told Old Melen to sit down, "Everyone, let's eat something first."

  Villac, Keating, and Winston greeted Old Meren one after another, and then each took a packaged meal and ate.

   "This is the Comrade Winston you were looking for when you went to Pullman, right?" Old Melen sat beside Boyne, looking at the blond and blue-eyed Winston.

   "Yes." Boyin was eating.

  Winston noticed the gaze of old Melen, but because of the language barrier, he just nodded to old Melen with a smile while enjoying Brexi's food.

   "His joining will definitely inspire people, which is extremely important to us who are in the dark." Old Melen smiled back and said to Boyne.

"The harvest this time is huge. If Francois didn't make so many moves all of a sudden, we would have rolled up our sleeves and had a big fight right away..." Boyin briefly talked about Winston's "Theory of Class", and their follow-up thoughts.

"Do you want to start a cooperative factory to try?" Old Melen was surprised and delighted, "If the experiment is successful, it will be of great significance to us. This means that we are no longer blindly confronting the government, but from exploring turned into construction."

   "Yes." Boyne felt sorry, "It is only temporarily necessary to resolve the crisis and solve François' problem before proceeding to practice those theories."

  Old Melen with clear eyes looked at the group of people at the table: "The Equality Association has gone through so much, we have not only survived, but also become better and better. I believe we will continue to win."

   "Yes." Boyin started to eat.

   "The new world is coming in the not-too-distant future." Old Meren sighed softly.

  After lunch, everyone in the conference room expressed their new opinions one after another, trying to collide with solutions to the problems, but these small flames of hope were quickly overthrown and extinguished without exception.

  The conference room fell into a long silence.

   After a long time, Verak felt bored and panicked, so he called Nord out of the meeting room, and went to the bathroom to get some air.

   Walking out of the bathroom, Verak saw Nord leaning against the wall and smoking a cigarette: "When did you learn to smoke?"

   "Hiss... Huh..." Nord held a cigarette between his hands and slowly exhaled the smoke, "Recently."

   "I haven't smiled once since I came back, it's not like you." Verak lightly punched Nord in the chest.

"Among the people who were shot by the government yesterday, there was a new comrade I took care of." Nord said the reason for his low mood today. "He is three years younger than me, and he is frizzy. I feel like he asked me if I can Work less for a while, whether you can wear better clothes, eat better food, and go to school, it was just yesterday..."

  Verak faded with a joking smile: "...I understand you."

  Nord was expressionless, and took another deep breath of the cigarette: "Such a small child died like this. I don't even know how to explain to his family."

   Nord, who was once regarded as a child by others, now has a child in his own eyes.

   "This is inevitable." Verak wanted to comfort something, but in the end his tone became firmer, "Whether it is this child, or you and me, we must sacrifice our lives when necessary."

   "I can understand your feelings a little bit." Nord stared at Verak.

"I..." Colin, Dawn and others flashed through Veraker's mind, "In short, their sacrifices are a fact. The revolution is not over yet, and we have not yet won. It should be established. Only in this way can they not sacrifice in vain and have the face to mourn.”

  Nord walked aside, stubbed out the cigarette in the ashtray: "Yeah, we still have to go on. It's just that I feel a little heavier on my shoulders, as if I'm carrying his expectations."

   "Me too." Verac looked at Nord's matured back, "I have their expectations on my body, and I have to fulfill the promised life as promised."

   "How's it going outside?" Feeling better, Nord finally asked about Verak's situation in the past few months.

   "I met a lot of people and did a lot of things. We really have to go out more, and if we have the opportunity in the future, we will go to more places." Verak said.

  Nord turned around and cast envious eyes: "I told Comrade Morais that when necessary, I will leave Laizein and go to other places to perform tasks."

   "That's good." Verac supported Nord's decision, "This world is very big, how can we understand it enough if we don't see it more?"

"Um."

   "How are they?" Verak asked.

Nord walked back to Verak and told him everything he knew about the people Verak knew: "Murphy and I worked together in the workers' night school organized by the meeting, and Diaz was entrusted by Morais with the responsibility of military matters. Piaf’s newspaper was officially named Equality, and it has become an important voice channel for our Equality Association. Elizabeth is now the head of the choir, and the choir is affiliated with the Propaganda Department of which Piaf is the minister. Department. Rose’s injuries have basically healed, and he is also composing songs in the Propaganda Department…”

  Verak put his arms around his chest, listened to Nord's recent situation of acquaintances, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's great that everyone has found a suitable position and contributed their own strength."

   "You are all missed."

   "I miss everyone too, well, I can see them tonight, let's go back and discuss the countermeasures together." After breathing for a while, he chatted with Nord, and Verak's irritability was swept away.

  The two returned to the meeting room and continued the discussion.

   Soon, the time came to night.

After having dinner in the meeting room, the group bid farewell to old Melen, and Nord drove the four of them, Boin, Verac, Keating, and Winston, to Laizein to join Morais and others .

  (end of this chapter)