It is known that the normal revolutionary routine is actually like this: popular discontent, outbreak of conflicts, popular revolt, failed revolt, public speeches. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info we can see that Li Gongzhe seems to have accidentally ignored a few steps, and this kind of thing is really not suitable for him.

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Blizzard has a very nice voice and is full of confidence, which makes her very persuasive. She doesn't speak very fast, and you should know that the speed of speech is also one of the elements of speech. In order to create a calm atmosphere, it is important to speak a little slowly.

There is also the so-called 'rule of three points' that has also been used by Feixue unconsciously, of course, these three rules are not a bad thing, this way of listing the three points has been used in the past on the earth to this day, and they are skillfully used by politicians and advertising producers to sell their ideas, because they know the value of the "rule of three".

"I came, I saw, I overcame" - Julius Caesar "Friends, Romans, compatriots, please listen to me" - Churchill "Our focus is on education, education, education" - Blair

"From all the above, it is easy to see that magicians, capitalists, and privileged people are the main culprits who are now responsible for our lives as if they were in the heat of the desert. Blizzard ended her heavenly speech with these words, and then she fell to the earth like a goddess.

Feixue bowed first, and then said sincerely: "I apologize to you, magicians should not use magic to make themselves condescending, I am now stepping on the stone ground like you, I am with you." ”

As soon as Feixue said this, there was an uproar around him, "Does this magician himself want to oppose the magician?" Does the privileged person himself also oppose the privilege? It's really strange. The public speech was over, and the snow quickly left, and the crowd was talking, but after a few minutes they finally dispersed. In the audience, a middle-aged man in his fifties shook his head, wearing a linen coat and walking hobbly.

"How is it possible, we are just ordinary people, how can we challenge the privileged class?"

He walked back to his home with his hands behind his back, and his home was very conspicuous among the homes of the poor. The walls and stone slabs around the house are dotted with various pictures that symbolize beauty and vitality, and their presence makes the middle-aged man smile slightly. When he returned home, the girl with short red hair, who was the only one left in the house, jumped off the table and immediately ran into his arms. "Father, what's wrong with you? "There is an extraordinary vitality in the girl's body, and there is a spirituality in her eyes.

"It's nothing, speaking of which, how did you just jump off the table?" the father soon noticed that something was wrong, and when he looked up, he saw that the ceiling was also painted with all kinds of colorful drawings.

"Well, did you finally do the same with the ceiling?" The father rubbed his temples, looking a little helpless.

"Hehe, how about it, it's a nice drawing. "The girl was bouncing around as if she had ADHD, but with her cute looks, it still looked quite pleasing to the eye.

"These apples, well, were given to you by Aunt Susan?"

"Yes, Aunt Susan is such a nice person, she said that she never lost sleep after seeing my paintings, so she often gave me apples. ”

"The people on this street like you, Eula, you are our hope. ”

"By the way, father, there is a man in a black robe who says he wants to look for you, and this person looks like a rich man, and he came just now and found that you were not there, so he said that he would come again tomorrow, and told you to wait for him. The girl said this innocently, and when her father heard it, it was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

"Wear, the man in the black robe, and he is not rich or noble..."The father's hands trembled slightly, and his expression distorted, as if he recalled his deepest and most terrible nightmare.

"What's the matter, what's the matter, father, do you owe money again?" the girl walked up to her father in fear and took his hands. She knew that her father was a famous local gambler many years ago, and the family was still a little rich, but he was ruined, and the girl's grandfather was also angry with him. But that was all in the past, and he had quit gambling years earlier.

"No, no, Euella, I haven't gambled since you started painting for half a year. The father denied the girl's words, but his face did not improve, and the extraordinary fear stuck to his face.

"Don't be afraid, father, as long as I'm here, nothing matters, no one can hurt us. When the girl said this, her eyes were unusually firm, but she had an unusual pride at a young age.

"Well, Euella, I believe you. His father was visibly shaken, but he still pretended to believe in Euira, and he was restless, and at last he stood up and walked over, and found a pocket watch made of gold under the bed.

The pocket watch was opened, and inside was a black-and-white photograph, taken with low-level magic, and not very expensive.

In the photo, the father of his youth is taking a photo with a cute teenager who looks seven points similar to Eula, and they look very close.

"That's my brother, what's wrong with him, father, what's the connection with all this?" Euchara was keenly aware of the source of what made the atmosphere so weird, probably it was her brother who had never met.

"Euella, you'd better hurry up and run, I'll prepare your luggage for you now. Suddenly his conviction was strengthened, and he walked up to Euaira and grabbed her by the shoulders excitedly.

Eula was a little scratched and couldn't help but frown.

"Father, please tell me everything, you know, the baby of this street, little Eula is an independent and intelligent girl, I will not just casually listen to your arrangements and run away!" Eula's maturity and firmness made her father stunned for a while.

A little helpless, a little powerless, my father sat at the head of the bed dejectedly, silent for a long time, a long time...

He spoke suddenly, and the voice in his voice sounded hoarse, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Your brother, his name is Jedra, and like you, he is very sunny and lovely, and is loved by all the people on this street. Our lives are alive because of Him, and He has the same place in our hearts as you are now. ”

"But one day..."