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The biggest evidence is: there are many women wearing pants on the street. The women were wearing women's suits, carrying briefcases, walking in a hurry, as calm and capable as men.

"It's so beautiful." He sighed softly: "Le Ling, what era are we in now?"

[According to the results of my mental scan, the level of technological development here is equivalent to that of the 1960s and 1970s. 】

The sixties and seventies. From the looks of it, the war should be over. Le Jing couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Mary and the others, are they still there? Have you become a happy old lady with a wrinkled face?

Before he left, he didn't tell anyone that he would come back. Because he was not sure when he would come to this era again, he would rather let those girls think that he would never come back than wait hopelessly.

When you open the store door, the streets are no longer lined with old stone buildings, but new skyscrapers are rising from the ground. There are no longer just sporadic bulky old cars on the road, there are all kinds of new cars in constant flow, and pedestrians are also wearing all kinds of new clothes, and it is difficult to find traces of complicated dresses.

Although he knew that this was the inevitable development of the times, Le Jing could not help but feel a little disappointed: for that lost era and for those people who were eliminated by the times.

He looked up at the foggy sky and couldn't help but laugh a little. Unexpectedly, in the end, the only thing that remained unchanged was the haze here. He remembered that in the history of the earth, many people died due to the London smog incident in 1952, and the British government began to vigorously combat smog pollution. He wondered if the same thing had happened in this world.

"Sir! You are Mr. Le Jing, right?" An old voice suddenly sounded. Le Jing was startled, and looked in the direction of the sound, and found a dignified old woman.

She looks very old, with gray hair and age spots on her face, but even so, she still has clear eyes, wearing a big retro hat and an elegant and neat skirt, she looks like she came out of an oil painting The old woman came out.

The old woman stared at Le Jing's face for a long time, as if she had finally confirmed Le Jing's identity. Her old eyes were filled with rainbow-like light: "I come here to see it every day, but I didn't expect that I would come here before I died." I can see you.”

When the old woman was looking at Le Jing, Le Jing was also looking at her. Before she could introduce herself, he said with certainty: "Are you Elizabeth?"

Elizabeth was also one of the twenty-five people. She was brought in by Linda. Like Linda, she was a young lady from a noble family.

Elizabeth looked at him in surprise, a little at a loss: "I didn't expect you to recognize me."

Le Jing chuckled: "Your eyes are still the same as when you were young." Even now, her eyes are like burning hydrogen, so blue that it's intoxicating, so clear and bright.

Elizabeth's body froze, her smile obviously faded, and a deep bitterness appeared in her eyes: "It's different." She sighed, with a complex meaning on her face, "I have changed a lot."

"Can I please come in and sit down?" Elizabeth asked, "Before I die, I think I should tell you everything."

"Of course, it just so happens that I also want to hear about your experiences and moods over the years."

Le Jing made two cups of tea and put them on the table. Then, enjoying the scent of tea, the old man recounted all his experiences over the years.

Maybe time can smooth away some pain, but it does not include these past events. Every time she thinks of that past event, Elizabeth is always heartbroken and unable to let it go.

"I'm a coward." Elizabeth said numbly: "I betrayed everyone, betrayed our oath, I only escaped by myself, and never thought about Linda. If I could accompany Linda at that time, Linda might He won't die at all." She closed her eyes and made a judgment for herself: "I am a selfish, cold, and cowardly person, and I am guilty."

"They are all dead now. I am the only one surviving. Because I cannot die yet. I want to stay and atone for my sins." She opened her eyes and said calmly: "I want to clean up the scene for them."

“Over the years, I have been sorting out Mary’s manuscripts and turning them into books so that their hard work would not be buried; I wrote memoirs in the hope that more people would learn from them; I organized fund-raising and activities for the feminist movement Funding, I have even made a will that all my property will be used for women’s education after my death.”

She was silent for a moment, her eyes wandered, and she smiled sarcastically: "Look, I'm making excuses for myself again. I'm obviously just afraid of death, but I still give myself a good name to atone for my sins. That's enough...enough."

Le Jing looked at this old woman quietly. She was already at the age where she was about to enjoy her old age, but she was still tortured by her own conscience.

This is a respectable, brave, and conscientious man.

Living requires more courage than dying.

"Do you remember what I said before I left?" Le Jing asked suddenly.

Elizabeth was stunned for a moment. At this time, she exposed the shortcomings of the elderly's slow reaction. Le Jing said: "People can be as humble as dust, but they cannot be twisted like maggots."

The young man looked at her tenderly, his eyes as clear as the clear autumn sky: "You did it, I'm very happy."

"But I'm a coward! I ran away!" Elizabeth growled with red eyes.

The young man frowned and retorted disapprovingly: "But what's wrong with wanting to live? No one should feel sorry for their desire to survive." The young man sighed, his eyes showing a transparent amber color under the light, with something brewing inside. Expressing the sadness that cannot be overcome, "You are not wrong. What is wrong is this society that does not let you live."

Le Jing suddenly remembered this passage in "Diary of a Madman": "I opened the history and looked it up. This history has no chronology, and the words "benevolence, justice and morality" are written on each crooked page. I couldn't sleep anyway, so I read carefully for half the night, and then I saw the words between the words. There were two words written all over the book, which were "cannibalism"! ’

This society is sick and has been sick for thousands of years. The strength of individuals is no more than a mantis's strength in the torrent of the times, often resulting in tragic consequences. But did you give up because of this?

No. no way!

The pursuit of a better life is an instinct engraved in human genes. Any attempt to oppose, distort, or eliminate this point is an atrocity against humanity.

"Death is not the only resistance." Le Jing said: "Living is the best resistance. Because living people can always do more than dead people. You have done a good job these years, thank you for your hard work. ”

"Really?" Elizabeth murmured to herself: "Is it better if I live? Don't you blame me?"

"Why should I blame you?" Le Jingrou lowered his eyebrows, "I forgot to mention it just now. It's great that you are still alive, Liz."

It had been years since Linda's death that anyone had called her that affectionately. Elizabeth's lips opened and closed, but no sound came out. Finally, she covered her face and cried loudly.

She finally made the right choice.

Whether to live with humiliation or to die vigorously, everyone has their own choice. Le Jing admires the latter, but he respects the former more because the former requires greater courage and perseverance.

There is only one true heroism in this world, and that is to still love life after recognizing the truth of life. ①

After crying enough, Elizabeth finally brought up the business: "When Mary and Ilia went to the battlefield, they gave me their diaries and said that if they can't come back, if you can come back, I hope you can Leave their diaries to you. Fortunately, I finally waited for you and they can rest in peace."

Le Jing was silent for a moment: "Where are their tombs? I want to see them."

Elizabeth smiled: "They are buried together on the mountain nearby. Today happens to be Mary's death anniversary, and she will be very happy to see you."

On the way to the mountain, Le Jing encountered a huge 'women's army'. Countless women held up photos of Mary and shouted the slogan "Women hold up half the sky" as they roared through the streets.

"This is to commemorate Mary, the annual women's parade in the Said Empire." Elizabeth looked at the dense sea of ​​people with a happy smile on her lips, "On this day, women will walk out of their homes one after another to accuse women. Oppressed situation, express equal rights claims to the government, and call for the improvement of women's status. "

Looking at the excited women, Le Jing finally smiled for the first time since they met.

How nice. Although Mary is no longer here, her thoughts and ideas are still being passed on to future generations.

A person's death actually occurs three times. Once when he died, once when others attended his funeral, and the last time was when the last person who remembered him forgot about him. At that time, a person truly died.

Mary is now a big shot in history, so she will live on forever.

Le Jing watched quietly as the team passed by him. On the signs held high by the people, he saw pictures of Ilia, Linda, Elizabeth, and then a portrait of an oriental man. !

An electric current seemed to flash across Le Jing's back, and he opened his eyes in rare shock, "That, that is..."

Elizabeth smiled heartily: "Yes, you read that right. That is exactly your portrait." She turned to look at Le Jing affectionately, her sky-blue eyes filled with pure respect, "You are our mentor, sir. , there should be a place for you there.”

Le Jing was speechless for a moment, and finally couldn't help showing a shy smile: "I didn't do anything." He whispered: "Compared to you, I am just a mediocre person who can only talk nonsense. "

"No, please don't belittle yourself so much." Elizabeth looked at Le Jing seriously: "You have done much more than you imagined. It was you who gave us access to the works of sages from the future. It was you who gave us The revolution has pointed the way and you have given us the principles of life. You are our well-deserved mentor!”

Le Jing shook his head and disagreed: "But even without me, according to the development of history, you will find a way out."

"Indeed. But it will be much later than now." The old woman stared at Le Jing, her old eyes still pure and moving after more than half a century of vicissitudes. "Every year it advances, countless women will wake up. , is rescued. Every time you save a woman, you are one step closer to our dream of equality between men and women. You have changed history, sir. This is a feat that only a saint can accomplish."

So, is that so?

Could a little butterfly like him be able to cause such a huge change after flapping its wings? Le Jing couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

"Mom, I'm a boy, why should I join a women's □□?" In the parade, the young boy lay on his mother's shoulder and asked in a naive way.

The young woman touched her son's soft head and told him gently and firmly: "Because you are a woman's son."

The little boy blinked as if he understood, and Le Jing and Elizabeth couldn't help laughing when they heard this conversation.

Yes, all men are women's sons.

And mothers are the first teachers of children. Mothers are the future of national education.

Will the world be better? Le Jing didn't know, but he thought that as long as most mothers became good teachers, as long as most men and women supported their mothers, the day of gender equality would not be too far away.

So rulers from ancient times to the present have more or less "foolish education" for the people. Having too many thoughtful people is not a good thing for the stability of the country.

And Le Jing is not worried about his life safety. On the one hand, Le Ling, who has sufficient energy, can help him defend against any malicious attacks.

Secondly...

He propped up his head and looked at Victor with a half-smile: "Are you willing to do it?"

The black cat raised his head and reluctantly admitted: "I am indeed reluctant. After all, you look so delicious." He looked at Le Jing intently and swallowed his saliva, "Anyway, you are going to die, so instead of letting others take advantage of you, I might as well let you eat me."