"Give me justice!", "Give me justice!"

"Give me justice!", "Give me justice!"

"Give me back my place!", "Give me back my place!"

The sun rises in the east, the sun rises higher and higher, and the morning sun rushes through the dark clouds that have shrouded Dongou City for a week, illuminating the whole city transparently. In the open space outside the Dongou City Culture Publishing House building, hundreds of old men and old ladies are under the command and leadership of the leaders, and their faces are full of determination and solemnity, and their eyes are so firm, as if they don't do this, and the education of Dongou City will be destroyed tomorrow. The leading old ladies raised their arms and shouted, and hundreds of people followed. Her soul is uplifting, her heart is proud, her emotions are excited, and her brain is out of control.

The plaques of the three public units hanging on the left side of the entrance of the building are like a switch that can stimulate her behavioral reflexes, and every time she looks at it, she can be stimulated to tremble all over her body involuntarily. From childhood to adulthood, as an ordinary person with average grades, average appearance, average ability, average husband, average children, and all kinds of average, how could she ever have such glory and glory as today?

When the breeze blows, four or five banners behind him are waving in the wind, and the bright red color is not exactly the color that represents the people? This is the cry of the people, this is the cry of the masses! And he is now the representative of the people!

The four words of asking for the people's life, as the blood rushes up to the brain, oxygen is sent in, and carbon dioxide and IQ are taken away.

The leading old ladies were completely immersed in leading the masses to fairness and justice, and resolutely fought into the proud mission of the reactionary cultural authority of Dongou City, represented by Lin Guorong.

This sense of mission is so irrepressible, so surging, just like these years she believes in a certain religion, whenever hundreds of people pray together, she always cries uncontrollably, becoming the most eye-catching existence in the venue, just like now, she feels that there is a powerful force in her heart, which is about to burst out of her body uncontrollably and shine all over the world. She seemed to have seen a more brilliant future beckoning to her, and the words of Ms. Xiang Qihui, a parishioner, were still in her ears: "We don't do these things today, you don't do them today, and when the children encounter greater injustice in the future, who will do it then?!"

Who's going to do it?!

As soon as the old ladies thought of this, they looked at the more and more people who came to watch around them, and their voices couldn't help but become louder, and in their strength, they also added compassion and anger. Is there a contradiction between compassion and anger? Not contradictory! Although I don't believe in Buddhism, there is nothing wrong with the Buddhists saying that Vajra is angry! Anyway, as long as it is a theory that conforms to the truth of today's action, it is a good theory!

Who dares to say that the weather is so good today, and it is not God who is supporting these people? Otherwise, why was it that the previous ten days were gloomy, but this morning it was clear? To be a man, we must believe in science, in the will of God, and in religion! There is no contradiction at all!

The old ladies who took the lead let go of their voices, couldn't help but start to add drama to themselves, and tears came down from the ground: "I'm a moth! My moth has only been the first evil this year! How can you treat him like this?! How can you treat him like this?! You people have no conscience! Are you worthy of the country? Are you worthy of the common people? Are you worthy of my moths? You people will be punished sooner or later! Give me justice!" The old ladies clenched their fists excitedly and raised them high into the sky.

Behind him, a large group of old men and grandmothers shouted angrily in the encouragement of the old ladies full of feelings: "Give me back justice!"

Old lady: "Give me justice!"

Old man and old lady: "Give me justice!"

Old lady: "Give me back my quota!"

Old man and old lady: "Give me back my place!"

The surging "public opinion" outside the house was deafening, and in the communication room with the windows and doors closed, Lin Miao and Jiang Xiaohong looked at each other. Jiang Xiaohong couldn't help but ask, "Miao Miao, what did you do to her, why do you hate you so much?"

Lin Miao sighed and said, "Sister, you must know that when a person is too deep in the play and can't extricate himself, it is easy to add some emotions to himself that there is no reason to appear." Some directors, audiences, and actors themselves will feel that this is a breakthrough in acting, but usually more people will feel that this is a misreading of the role they play because they are too strong. But the bad pen outside is different from these two situations, because she is not an actor at all. She didn't know at all, with her amateur level of acting skills, she couldn't support this drama at all, I only need one sentence to make her change the channel immediately, believe it or not?"

Jiang Xiaohong suddenly asked in a panic, "What do you want to do?"

Before the words fell, Lin Miao suddenly opened the window and shouted through the iron fence outside the window: "Give me back the rivers and mountains!

The children's voices were obviously more penetrating, and the protest outside the house suddenly stopped, and after two seconds, someone in the protest team really shouted: "Return my rivers and mountains! Take back Wanwan!" and the other Bailai received two boxes of salted duck eggs and came to help the old men and old ladies who didn't know what to do, and they thought it was a change of theme, and they also shouted: "Give me back the rivers and mountains!"

The old ladies in the lead immediately turned green, and hurriedly shouted at the people behind them: "Don't shout! Don't shout! Don't let that sister-in-law's son be crooked!" While yelling, he yelled at Lin Miao again: "Son-in-law, don't think that your father can still come to save you, your father is in danger of protecting himself now! You laugh now, and it will be time for you to cry later!"

Lin Miao frowned slightly, and closed the window directly.

There was a mess outside, and many people began to ask questions.

"What the hell are we here for today?"

"Why are you standing here shouting after recovering Wanwan? This unit is run by Wanwan?"

"Isn't that a Taiwan compatriot?

"Is it protection or protest? Figured it out! People can't figure out what to shout?"

"When are you going to shout? Are there any salted duck eggs? Can you change something ?......else?"

Lin Miao turned a deaf ear to the chaotic sounds outside the house.

At eight o'clock in the morning, just a few hours after the Dongou Daily newspaper was issued, more than 100 people protested. So it's not surprising that there were questions about salted duck eggs at the protest site.

Ten minutes ago, Lin Miao called Xu Yiguang directly, believing that the police would come over soon.

But what does the old lady mean when she said, "Your dad is now unable to protect himself"?

Lin Miao frowned and pondered, Jiang Xiaohong didn't dare to speak.

The doorman Lao Qin picked up the teacup that was still hot and took two sips.

At this moment, there was a sudden commotion outside the house.

Lin Miao raised her head, and heard someone outside shouting: "Let's let go! We are from the Supervision Department of the Provincial Department of Education to investigate, let's take the child out first! We will definitely give you a complete explanation!"

Lin Miao opened the window and saw Luo Dongyue and Shen Wangjiang squeezing in from outside the crowd.

Luo Dongyue and Lin Miao looked at each other and gave Lin Miao a look.

Lin Miao didn't say a word, directly opened the door of the communication room and walked out, and Jiang Xiaohong hurriedly followed.

"Child, come with your uncle, something is wrong with your family. ”

Luo Dongyue said to Lin Miao anxiously, together with Shen Wangjiang and Jiang Xiaohong, he protected Lin Miao, walked past the protesting old ladies, walked out of the wide alley quickly, and got into a car parked at the mouth of the alley.

The old ladies who took the lead watched the car speeding away, and suddenly shouted: "Arrested! Lin Guorong's son was arrested by the police!"

The protesting crowd burst into cheers, followed by righteous applause. In an atmosphere of victory, an old mother grabbed her excitedly and asked happily, "When will you shout again next time?"

The old ladies in the lead were about to answer, when suddenly sirens sounded around them.

Two police cars drove to the mouth of the alley, blocked the alley, and followed by seven, eight, two, and three-wheeled police motorcycles. Xu Yiguang opened the car door and walked down from the car, Wang Zhi glanced at the people in the alley, and ordered in a deep voice: "Grab the leader, let the others go." ”

As soon as the words fell, more than 20 policemen wearing body armor immediately swarmed in and shouted loudly.

"Who is taking the lead?"

"Which lead?!"