Chapter 57: Your Name......

Life and death, good and evil, often only between one year. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoWhen a person gives up the idea of suicide after a fierce ideological struggle, his heart will spring up with a desire to survive that surpasses everything. In those days, many determined revolutionary workers finally turned their backs on the revolution because of this.

I know this quite well, please don't doubt my experience, it's not me who blows with you, when I was only five years old in my life, my teacher sent me "Change. Books like "Psychology of Attitude" made me study, and when I was fifteen years old, I was asked to travel around the world, and I had a much better grasp of the human heart than the average person.

Don't forget, I'm also an elder who has lived together for 50 years!

"Now, miss, I'm sorry, I'm telling you today as an elder. I'm not a professional psychiatrist, but I've seen too much. I have to tell you a little bit about life. Your choice seems to me to be very correct, if you die, you will have nothing. ā€

"You don't need to tell me this truth!" The girl snorted, but not too excited.

Ah, it turned out to be a tsundere.

I continued to preach while driving: "It is better to die than to live, and it is precisely this truth, if you are still alive, you can naturally use your own hands to change the reality that you are dissatisfied with and resent, but if you die, you will not be able to change anything, you can only watch your enemies - for example, the Bolsheviks ruled your homeland brutally, and you can only watch your ancestors being scolded by thousands of people, and you can not change anything." But as long as you live, there's hope for change. ā€

"When I die, there will naturally be others who will fight for the freedom of Russia." The girl pursed her lips with a look of disdain.

Alas, has it been reduced to rebuttal for the sake of rebuttal? In the end, this little girl is still too young, too simple, and she can be seen through at a glance. No wonder it was used as a gunman by the Jinyi Guard's gang.

"Why don't you think of yourself as the main character?" I laughed, "Relying on those politicians or lonely aristocrats, your ideals will never be achieved, they will only hide behind and watch others go to the front line to fight and die, they have no courage to fight, they can only rely on their mouths, let others sacrifice for their wealth - they will do nothing but fool them." But you are different, miss, I see in you an extraordinary power of action, and if it were you, it would not be impossible to one day be able to overthrow the Soviet regime in Moscow. ā€

As you must have seen, I'm one of those politicians' mouths -- well, my pleasure is to fool people, but I think I'm one of the biggest differences from those guys -- I'm smarter than them. The knowledge and insight of two lives together make me more comfortable when fooling people.

Well, to be honest, I can't bear to fool such a beautiful girl, but it would be good to be able to add even one more enemy to my Ming enemy, the Soviet Union, and I will not let go of any opportunity to add to the enemy's blockage. What's more, the identity of the girl in front of me is definitely not simple, and the trouble she can bring to the Soviets may be much greater than I imagined - highly educated, proficient in many Chinese, extremely hated Red Russia, elegant to the point of indescribable, plus the obviously special old White Russian military uniform, I already have a guess about her identity - no, I can almost be sure that she must be a descendant of the great nobles

"You want me to do something for your Daming?" The girl raised an eyebrow.

She has a natural sense of observation in this regard. Although she is very young, after the polishing of time, she may not be able to become another Catherine-style strong woman.

"Oh no, I didn't think much about it, I just felt that it would be good for my Motherland to be able to save a Soviet enemy. I am ready to support anyone who has the potential to destroy the Soviet Union. I laughed. There is nothing wrong with telling some truth, seven points of truth, three points of falsehood - three points of falsehood is enough to hide oneself in the shadows, and no amount of falsehood will only make oneself untrustworthy by others.

"I didn't expect that there were people in Daming who hated the Soviet Union so much." The girl put the gun back on her waist.

Hey? Are you finally going to give up your seemingly cold shell? I thought you could hold on a little longer! Come, girl, into my arms...... Ahem, don't get me wrong, I'm just describing, um, describing.

"Is there any suspicion that their policy is the enemy of all propertied people?" I laughed half-truthfully.

Although as a young man who grew up under the red flag, I am not disgusted with the theories of their mentors and fathers, but the gap between ideals and reality is here, and the conflict of interests determines that I must find a way to destroy them.

"Alright, I'll leave it to you." The girl curled up in her chair and tucked her head into the collar of her old White Russian uniform, "You can do whatever you want me to do." As long as you can keep me at the enemy of the Soviet Union. ā€

"It's a wise choice, miss." I opened the player and played the song.

Nightshade - a famous piece of music in Shanghai. Although the world has changed a lot, there are still many things that inexplicably maintain their original trajectory.

"Chinese songs? Sounds really good. The girl murmured.

"Of course, we have a civilization of more than 4,000 years, which is much longer than you Rus." I hummed along to the music, "I don't know your name yet, miss." ā€

"Me? My name is Aurora? Varikhanov. She replied in a low voice.

"I'm asking for your real name." I sighed softly, "It's too unkind to hide it from me at this time." If you don't even dare to say your real name, how can people trust you? And how can you find someone who supports you wholeheartedly? ā€

ā€œā€¦ā€¦ My name is Anastasia? Nikolaevna? Romanova. She hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly poked her name away.

Then I let go of the steering wheel and crashed the car into a telephone pole...... Poor Anastasia, because she was not wearing a seat belt, hit her head directly on the glass in front of her.

I was a little confused, and my mind went blank.

"What are you doing, sir!" She yelled angrily.

Her roar cleared my mind a little. I glanced at her, "Anyone who hears your name will have this reaction, right?" I can't be blamed for making too much of a fuss. But how do I feel that something is wrong with your age......"