"What's different?"

"Everyone is looking at the dirt on the ground, but he is the only one looking at the stars in the sky."

"Xiaowei, I haven't read the book, please keep it simple."

"..." Ling Ruowei sighed, spitting out the helplessness in her chest and into her lungs.

"There are always people like this, but you have never seen them."

"Like you?"

"Me? I'm far inferior to him." Ling Ruowei's eyes gradually drifted, and her thoughts flew into the distance.

······

"What are you doing?" Sixteen-year-old Ling Ruowei asked crisply.

The boy with black hair and black eyes answered without raising his head: "I'm looking at the sun."

"Sun? This is underground. There are no artificial lights or luminous plants. It's so humid and dark that you can't see anything."

"The sun is not in the sky, but in the human heart. Similarly, the darkness is not in the ground, but in..."

"Where?" Ling Ruowei instinctively followed his words and asked.

The young man turned to her with a smile. He was coquettish and beautiful, and his arrogance penetrated people's hearts.

Ling Ruowei unknowingly felt the desire to talk. All she felt from this young man was a clear indifference, which was different from everyone she had ever seen in this underground world. She unknowingly wanted to talk to him more.

some words.

They just sat down against the corner, opposite the dirty corpse of a beggar, with flies lingering on it, giving off a putrid smell. The two of them chatted every sentence.

"Have you read any books?"

"Understand a little bit."

"I have a dream." Ling Ruowei buried her head in her arms.

The young man nodded in agreement: "Martin Luther King!"

"certainly not!"

The boy recited loudly: "I have a dream that one day this country will stand up and truly live out the true meaning of its creed: 'We hold these truths to be self-evident - that all men are created equal.' I have a dream that one day,

On the red hills of Georgia, the sons of former slaves will be able to sit together with the sons of former slave owners and talk about brotherhood. The dream is that one day, even Mississippi, a place where justice has disappeared and oppression is common, will become free.

and an oasis of justice…”

"I have a dream today."

"I have a dream that one day, the valleys will rise, the mountains will descend, the rough and tortuous roads will become smooth, and the Holy Light will be revealed and the world will be illuminated."

Ling Ruowei looked at him infatuatedly. The boy's voice was as clear as a mountain spring, and his confident profile made her heart beat like thunder.

"Dreams are just dreams after all." The black-eyed boy's eyes shrank into needles like snakes. His tone instantly brought Ling Ruowei back to the cold reality, and the warm sunshine and gentle breeze disappeared.

"Martin Luther King's dream has not been realized yet. What about yours? Ling Ruowei, when will you take the first step to fight against your fate?"

Ling Ruowei felt chills all over, and there was a tremor in her voice, "Who are you?"

The wind from deep inside the subway station blew the boy's hair. He smiled and said loudly: "I am your companion!"

That warm smile dispelled all Ling Ruowei's uneasiness.

"I have a dream. I want to go above ground. That's probably because the underground is too dull. The ubiquitous oppression and class make it hard for me to breathe."

"I look forward to the day when you realize your dream."

"··········Wei·······Political Commissar."

Lingpanwei woke up. She noticed that the water at her hand had become cold. She looked around the room and found Misha in the corner next to the door.

She closed her eyes and looked pale, as if she was sleeping quietly.

The soldier who came in to inform her said expressionlessly, "Political Commissar Ling, comrades are ready."

Lingpanwei rubbed his eyebrows, "What did you call me before?"

"Political Commissar Ling."

"You...there's nothing."

Lingpanwei walked to the door, hesitated for a moment, then knelt down and gently shook the girl's shoulders, calling softly: "Misha?"

She touched Misha's nose, but she was not breathing.

She is dead.

This girl suffers from various diseases. In this underground world, beauty cannot bring her good luck. After meeting Lingpan Wei, Misha told her that in the last moments of her life, she wanted to be honest.

alive.

Misha's dream is to be an elegant lady in the story.

Ling Panwei's nose felt a little sour. She suppressed the emotion and did not shed a single tear in front of her comrades. "Bury her and leave her to write the epitaph..."

"yes."

Lingpanwei dismissed the people who followed her. From today on, the entire army will be broken into pieces. They will no longer have contact and may never meet again in their lifetime, but the common ideal will push them to uphold the same belief.

Forward!

Lingpanwei walked out of the high tower in District 11. Outside the door, a huge crowd was waiting quietly. She looked at the faces stained with blood and dirt, and hammered her chest with her right hand: "This is not the last time. May we

See you again on the surface where there is no darkness."

"Everyone, may your military fortunes be prosperous!"

This time they were separated for four years.

In the past four years, more and more people have joined the resistance camp. No matter how strict the supervision is, they can't stop the moths inside. Once the people wake up, there will be endless resistance...

Teachers who once enjoyed dominant power have now become a high-risk profession. Not only must they move in groups, but they must even sleep in fear.

The fence of the farm was replaced by barbed wire, but even so, people were tortured to death one after another. Not only slaves, but the civilians in District 13 could only enjoy trivial human rights!

Over the past four years, the power of District 13 has shrunk steadily, and the resistance has begun to take the stage. Lingpanwei, who has always been dealing with the subway and the National Development and Reform Commission, is regarded as the supreme leader.

Lingpanwei built a transportation station with the subway station as a node. While commanding the battle, she did not forget to seize every moment to study. She studied the art of war, and what she read was boring and profound like before.

In Ling Panwei's imagination, she should be a fighter with an iron will. This tough guy image is usually male, but in the eyes of comrades, Political Commissar Ling's solemn and courageous appearance in military uniform is too handsome, and has an impressive personality.

The indistinguishable charm of male and female.

She is twenty-two years old this year, and she is as beautiful as a flower. Unfortunately, the blood and fire in her eyes are enough to burn any madman to death. Lingpanwei is a warrior. She once killed four teachers with her bare hands and a knife.

Now, even if she only uses joint techniques, she can neatly remove the joints of a person's limbs, twist his cervical vertebrae, and brutally tear off his scalp within ten seconds!

To the enemy, Lingpanwei is the devil, and to the rebels, Lingpanwei is the political commissar.

In the winter of the fourth year, the National Development and Reform Commission surrendered, and the last member of parliament was shot dead in a luxurious building in District 1. The rebels declared victory in the war of resistance and established a new regime. The flag... was a shovel and

A pitchfork crosses.
Chapter completed!