At this time, he felt his bracelet vibrate, which was a file sent by Lina.

"Maybe you'll like this book."

Lina behind her said slowly.

Witt opened the file. It was a photocopied book. The name of the book was,

"What does this world rely on to 'distribute' wealth?"

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two months later

A man in a long silver coat walked through the narrow tree-lined path with a bouquet of flowers.

This is a park cemetery that was recently repaired.

The man walked along the path to the end and saw the only grave in the cemetery.

A cold tombstone stood there.

[Neil Roth]

[739-757]

[A holy soul sleeps here.]

[He allowed everyone in this city to still have the right to breathe, but he himself lost his breath.]

There are bunches of flowers placed under the tombstone. Some flowers have gradually withered, and some flowers are still bright and pleasant.

These flowers have different packaging and shapes, and seem to come from many different florists and many different people.

The man squatted down gently and looked at the brand new photo on the brand new tombstone.

The young man in the photo has a gentle smile, looking up and forward, as if he is looking at the people in front of the tombstone, and he seems to be looking at the future.

The man placed the flowers in his hand in front of the tombstone.

The late night breeze blew through his hair and his clean face.

"Are you his friend?"

A soft inquiry came from behind.

"That's right, a friend who has never met his face."

The man slowly stood up and looked behind him.

Standing behind him was a gentle young man wearing dusty work clothes and dusty round-rimmed glasses.

The young man had a small mining pickaxe on his waist and a huge work bag slung on his body.

"What are you doing?"

the man asked softly.

"A few lights inside are broken. The maintenance man is off work today. I happen to be free. I'll come over and replace them."

The young man pointed inside the park.

The man in silver glanced at the young man and asked softly, "Can I watch?"

"Of course, it's not something that needs to be kept secret."

The young man laughed.

Then he carried his work bag and walked towards the park, with the man in silver following behind him.

The two of them passed one streetlight after another.

The bright light dragged two long parallel shadows on the ground.

"Are you a miner?"

The man in silver looked at the small mining pickaxe on the young man's waist.

"No, this is a decoration," the young man said casually,

"My youngest brother left this to me. He entrusted my other brother to give it to me. I don't know why he trusts me so much, but I can't betray his trust."

As he said that, he stopped and said, "We're here."

The man in silver raised his head and looked around.

It was completely dark all around, with only the dim light coming from the street lamps in the distance.

At this moment they were standing under an extinguished street lamp.

"There was a thunderstorm two days ago, and the lightning protection device in this park was not set up yet, so these lights were broken."

The young man took out a small flashlight and put it on his head. He also took out two shoe covers with smart locks and put them on his feet. Then he quickly climbed onto the street lamp.

He quickly removed the broken street light and took out a new one from his work bag and replaced it.

The bright lights shine again.

The young man quickly slid down from the street lamp pole, walked to another extinguished street lamp, and quickly replaced the bulb.

The man in silver looked at the surrounding scenery, "There seem to be few people around here. Maybe the street lights will be replaced a few days later and no one will care."

At this time, the young man had climbed up to the third street lamp, which seemed to be the last street lamp. He quickly put away the old light bulbs and replaced them with new ones, and said softly, "Some people will still care."

A bright light slowly lit up, shining on the originally dark and dim road.

This street lamp stood next to a Y-shaped fork in the road. After the light was lit, a staggering old man walked out of another fork in the road.

He raised his head and glanced at the young man who was still standing on the street lamp, smiled and gave a thumbs up, and then left slowly.

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"Those who are illuminated will care."

The young man got off the street lamp, stood at the fork in the road, and looked at the staggering old man, "It's like someone holding up a torch in the dark night. Although the light is weak, it will always illuminate some people around him."

"There is not only darkness in the night, but also storms, and fragile torches can be easily extinguished."

The man in silver looked at the street lights above his head, walked to the fork in the road, and said softly.

"But it eventually illuminates some people. Those who have seen the light, there are always some who will light new torches."

Having said this, the young man turned his head and looked at the man in silver on the side, only to find that the man in silver was looking at him with a smile.

The two looked at each other and smiled.uuReading www.uukanshu.com

Two shadows stretched out in the night. They pointed in the same direction and landed on different forks.

The wind in the night blew their clothes.

On the screen of a commercial building not far from the park, the current news of the day was being played.

"This afternoon, Chenxi Mayor Christos arrived in Rock City and will pay a short visit to Rock City to discuss post-disaster assistance and construction matters with Mayor Wright.

"It is reported that the reconstruction materials purchased by Chenxi City to assist Rock City have been sent from various places the day before yesterday???"

boom--

A loud thunder resounded across the sky.

It seems that a storm is coming.

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Chapter completed!