I ran for president with scumbag money

In the "Earth Descending" faith meeting, many people stood in the church hall, clasped their hands, closed their eyes, and prayed silently. The atmosphere was extremely quiet.

The hall was not turned on, but it was filled with candles, repelling the real night of the church hall, and it was a bright scene.

These people all spontaneously came to mourn for Belk. He was loved when he was alive, and many people came to pay homage to him after his death.

Lusha walked into the peaceful atmosphere, chose the most secluded corner among the many vacancies, sat down, and looked at the statue in front of the hall.

"It's so uncomfortable."

Even though she didn't know Belk before, she couldn't help but think so when she felt the atmosphere.

The crowd of silent mourners surrounded the middle of the hall, one by one stepped forward, and put the candles in their hands on the ground. Lusha sat outside the crowd, and did not intend to join in.

At this moment, there was a girl standing outside the crowd—she was the one who cried the most—and her body was shaking at the moment. Lusha felt that something was wrong, so she ran towards her. Turned up and fell to the ground.

Lusha hurriedly supported her. At the same time, a young man stretched out his hand at the same time. His arms supported the girl vigorously, and he nodded to Lusha. The heartbroken girl dragged herself to the last row of seats and lay down.

After some inspection and rescue, the young man breathed a sigh of relief and said, "She's fine, she just fainted."

He sat down on a seat beside him, looking exhausted, his messy hair made him look unkempt, his pale face and dark circles under his eyes showed that he hadn't rested for a long time, and the crumpled suit on his body revealed that he was dusty.

"Can you imagine someone being so sad for my uncle?" he said to Lusa in a strange tone.

Lusha was taken aback, and hurriedly said, "Please forgive me."

"My condolences..." The young man thought for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I'm not really sad, I'm just surprised to see so many people feel sorry for him."

He looked at Lusha, stretched out a slender hand, and said softly: "It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Frank. If there is anything rude, I'm sorry. In the haste to come, my manners have evaporated along with my energy."

"My name is Lusa."

Lusha also reached out her hand and shook his fingertips cautiously.

"Good name." Frank smiled wearily, "Please sit down, don't need to stand. I will buy you a cup of coffee on normal occasions, but I guess people here are not in the mood - you are also here for Belk Is it? I don't know what he did."

"No," Lusha sat down, and answered bluntly, "Not all, I—mainly for myself, and they... are not the same."

If Frank had to ask, she wouldn't answer.

She needs to get the guidance of faith, in a situation of confusion.

"What for yourself?"

There was friendly concern for strangers in Frank's tone.

"Well, my father is not a believer. His work violates the teachings. Should I inherit his career or follow the instructions of the religion." Lusha pinned her hair behind her ears and said with a frown, "I have a different relationship with him." Well, it's bad, but again he's doing what I think is right, but the law and religion together say these things are wrong, and I don't know what to say..."

what are you talking about.The rational side of Lusha said, saying this to a stranger, don't you know that if you talk too much, you will lose it?

The emotional side says, what does it matter?Anyway, it’s just a chance meeting, and it’s easy to talk to strangers. Can these confusions be shared with those who kidnapped you from school?And you've blurred the message.Trapping yourself won't get you anywhere.

Lusha took a deep breath and concluded: "It's true that I want to keep my father's career, and it's true that I think well and can do very little. I thought that coming here, in the atmosphere of the church, I could calm down come down."

"Really? May I take the liberty to ask? Why do you believe in religion?" Frank folded his hands and put them on the back of the front chair, looking very interested.

Lusha was stunned, but since they had already started chatting, it didn't matter if they chatted, she recalled: "A long time ago, there was a test, a placement test that was very important to me. Can I get what I want? Before the results were released, I was panicking and wanted to talk to someone, but I was an emotionally unstable weirdo and inherited my father, I thought. I didn’t have many friends.

"In order to calm down, I went out for a walk, walked into the church without knowing it, and found that it was very quiet here, and I sat in the last row."

She pointed to the corner: "Right there, Mr. Belk was speaking on the stage. He said a lot of things that didn't interest me, such as 'mercy' and 'forgiveness'. I just closed my eyes Think, if I can get good grades, I will trust you."

"Looks like you got it," Frank said.

Lusha nodded and stuck out her tongue: "The best result in ten years."

After listening, Frank suddenly covered his mouth and laughed sullenly. He laughed so exaggeratedly that he finally had to bow his waist and poke his head under the seat, so as not to offend the mourners by his inappropriateness.

Lusa watched him and wondered what a funny joke she had said.

When Frank took a long time to look up again, there were even tears of laughter in the corners of his eyes.

"That's the most solid reason I've ever heard," he said, rubbing the corner of his eye. "I like it. It's better than my uncle's."

"Mr. Belk? I thought devout believers had no reason."

"No, no, listen to me," Frank took a big breath, as if trying to calm down, and said, "My uncle Belk used to be a professor, a professor of physics, a senior professor of physics, you can use your experience in school Imagine what kind of person he is.

"I have a cousin, my uncle's daughter, she is very beautiful, indescribably beautiful, she has been loved since she was a child, I like her, my mother treats her like her own daughter, and her mother died because of dystocia, leaving only Let her go, you can imagine her status in the family, I can only say that the word 'the stars hold the moon' was invented for this.

"When she was 16 years old, one late night, she went home with her boyfriend. On the way, she was bullied by three little beasts." Frank's face darkened and his eyes were fierce. After speaking, he fell silent.

"I'm sorry," Lusa said, fidgeting a little. She regretted taking up such a troublesome subject. She didn't know how to comfort a stranger.

"It's okay, it was a long time ago." Frank's tone was different, he continued, "When the police arrested them, they just said 'have fun' 'boring' 'young and ignorant'' Bewitched to take drugs, ''unconscious'' and other nonsense. The people who sold them the drugs didn't want to make a big deal and affect the sales, so they helped get rid of the crime, and they were sentenced to 'accidental injury'.

"Belk was so mad, he was looking for people like hell, giving gifts to judges, complaining to committees, and paying lawyers huge sums of money, all he wanted was for the three of them to be brought to justice.

"Thinking that the murderer who killed his daughter will live well in this world, and may live better in the future, thinking of this, he has trouble sleeping and eating. In order to satisfy that greedy judge, he came to borrow money from our family.

"What about our family? Of course we are happy to lend it to him. It doesn't matter if you don't have to return it, because my mother and I hate him no less than him, especially my mother, ah, if you have met her, you know that she is a very strong A woman whose enemies have nightmares at night.

"We are all planning for revenge, and we have to seize even the slightest hope. However, at the most tense moment, my sister, the center of that incident, committed suicide in the hospital."

"How could this be?" Lusha blurted out.

"She left a suicide note," Frank pinched the bridge of his nose, as if feeling a headache, "a suicide note, telling us that she wanted to forgive those people and not want to be dominated by the demons in her heart, so she went to a dead end.

"At this time we found out that in order to relieve the loneliness of my mother's death, she joined the church, and the teachings taught her to be a kind person, tolerant, and loving. She asked us not to pursue it any further. I still remember her suicide note The words, 'Tolerate evil, for the sinner is only ignorant'."

"I don't understand," Lusa said in astonishment.

"Since then," Frank didn't care about Lusha's abruptness. He looked at the statue and said with a strange expression, "My uncle Belk, he really gave up revenge as the young girl hoped, and it was a very painful one. , but he didn't want to go against his daughter's wishes. In the end, he joined the religion too."

"Didn't your family say anything?"

"We were so mad my mother was taken to the hospital with a brain haemorrhage from a double whammy of grief and rage and the doctor said she couldn't take any more psychological blows. Belk and I had a big fight until he said 'never mind It's about our family', I'm very rebellious," he shook his head, "very rebellious. In a fit of rage, I took my mother to another state and severed ties with him.

"I know what he did after that, became a pastor, almost became a representative of the B state, pushed the drug safety injection station, pushed... God, my first reaction was that he was crazy. But I didn't know until today when I was notified. back here.

"Because they told me he turned into a ball of fire during his speech."

Frank covered his face, but he didn't cry, his hands were shaking.

Lusha was at a loss, tried her best, but couldn't think of a few useful words.

It's not that she doesn't have the ability to empathize, and she doesn't feel sad and angry for the other party's experience, it's just that her thoughts are biased towards her own values, and here, it is a bit unkind to criticize a deceased relative of the other party.

Perhaps realizing that he could not cause trouble to strangers, Frank put down his hands and said, "You didn't say something that a believer should say."

"Maybe I'm not a qualified believer." Lusha pinched the corner of her clothes and said, "My father, um, chose a different path from Belk. I think, although because of this, he didn't accompany me for long, but I Still under his influence."

"What? You also...?"

"Of course not!" Lusha denied with some excitement, and then explained, "It was my mother. She just invited friends to sit in the coffee shop, but the drug dealer's stray bullet hit her. She died. Since then, Dad Started against drugs. He hates the 'legal drugs' that are being pushed now."

"So that's it." Frank sighed, leaned back, looked up at the pattern on the ceiling, and said, "We have a similar past."

At this time, the girl who was half lying between them grunted and opened her eyes. Lusha lowered her head, patted her cheek lightly, and said, "You're awake, do you want some water?"

"No...thank you." The girl said weakly. She grabbed Lusha's hand and sat up with her strength. Her eyes were still straight and listless. "Did I faint? It's embarrassing, thank you for helping me. "

She sniffed and covered her face again.

"This gentleman helped you." Lusha said hastily.

"Thank you." The girl thanked Frank.

He patted the girl on the shoulder and said gently: "No, it's fine. Do you need any other help?"

"No, I," she yelled, sniffling and suddenly breaking down, "I'm pregnant, but he ran away, he left! I have no money. What should I do?"

Frank tried his best to appease the other party, he exhausted all methods, and finally the girl was coaxed by him, left her number sobbing, and was sent out together by two people.

Standing at the door, being blown by the cold wind, Lusha shuddered, and a crumpled suit was added to her body.

She looked at Frank, but asked, "You left her number to help her?"

"I can't help her," Frank said, "just give her hope."

He twitched the corner of his mouth and said sadly, "There's no hope."

"What... are you going to do in the future?" Lusha rubbed her feet against the ground, and her eyes drifted to the mourners in the hall. "Are you, like them, determined to fulfill Belk's last wish and establish a safe drug injection station?"

Frank froze for a moment, lowered his head and thought for a while, and said frankly: "Miss Lusha, I covered my face with my hands just now when I was sitting in the seat, not to hide crying."

"?" Lusa looked at him in confusion.

"To hide my laugh." Frank said with a trembling voice, "I laughed so hard that my hands shook, it was ridiculous! Do you understand? How many nights, my eyes were bloodshot with hatred, but today I received a call to know that old Belk had passed away I still cried a lot at the sad news. But now, looking at these, these funny scenes, I am laughing again - am I crazy?"

When he asked back, Lusa lowered her head, avoiding his sight, and heard him ask: "Do you think? You are a believer, and you hope I will inherit my uncle's last wish and support the injection station?"

"Of course not!" Lusha raised her head and blurted out.

"As I said, I'm a rebellious person," Frank said, looking at her. "I skipped school and fought in bars. I had a bad temper. When I was rebellious, I fainted the teacher. I always thought that my dissatisfaction with Belk The recognition is all because of my nature, I like to go against my elders."

He turned to look at the scene in the church and said, "But today I know that those drug dealers once made a little girl lose her mother."

Lusha didn't understand what he meant, so she turned around and stood side by side with him, watching the scene in the church from the doorway blown by the evening wind.

A horn sounded not far away. Lusha turned her head and saw an RV. The driver behind the glass, Blood Blade, was squinting and beckoning to her.

She took off the suit and the suit and returned it to Frank. After thanking her, she ran to the RV.

In the same place, Frank was still standing, looking at the flickering candlelight in the church hall.

Twenty minutes later, someone walked up to him and held out a hand to him: "Hello, are you Mr. Frank? We made an appointment..."

"Yes, I've been waiting for you for a long time." Frank took his hand, all the intense emotion disappeared from his face, and he said calmly, "Mr. Charles."