Soon, Mrs. kesma appeared in Turin''s sight and saved the stalemate. She wiped her hands on her apron, ran to Turin and looked at him carefully. After patting his 360 yuan clothes and leaving some slight marks, she took his hand and pulled him into the room.


    "What''s the matter? Let''s talk after dinner."


    This is the first time that Doolin has eaten at home in the past two years. He has been running outside for the past two years. He hasn''t even returned to alfalfa town during the new year. In the past, Mr. kesma would say a few words to let him come back for the new year, but now he doesn''t say it. Even if he did, he may not be able to come back.


    Sitting at the dinner table, the whole family is here, except Mason and Merlin, but there is a dufo, which is a little strange. He glanced at the two children, looked at Alisha again, and decided not to speak but to eat.


    On the way, Mr. kesma wanted to say something, but Mrs. kesma stared back, so he had to give up.


    After dinner, the women were clearing the table. Mr. kesma and durin went to Mr. kesma''s room. For the old man, he disdained to decorate the study, which was something that only aristocrats could have.


    "Why do you want to marry the noble''s daughter?", Mr. kesma took out a pinch of dried tobacco from the cigarette ribbon at his waist, stuffed it into his pipe, lit a fire, smoked twice, and asked, "I have fought with the noble for more than ten years, but now you want to marry the noble''s daughter, which will make people laugh at me. My father is a hero, but my son has become a running dog...", Mr. kesma has never been soft spoken about taunting his children.


    Du Lin threw his clothes on the bed, untied his cufflinks, pushed open the window, half sat on the windowsill, lit a cigarette, smiled and replied, "I won''t be the running dog of the aristocracy, but the times have changed, and some roads are impassable. You have spent more than ten years to prove that this road is impassable, so why should I spend more time repeating failure?", He retorted emphatically, "do I have to repeat my failure just because I can''t embarrass you? Just because I''m your son?"


    Mr. kesma''s eyebrows pricked and his hands itched. Maybe it''s because he brought up those two little bastards, or maybe he''s a lot older. He doesn''t like being rough now. He took a few puffs of smoke and stared at Du Lin, which meant to let him continue.


    "Do you think if people call me ''Your Excellency prime minister'' one day, will it be more effective than your method?", this is the first time that Dooling confided his heart to Mr. kesma. He never told Mr. kesma that he wanted to be the ruler of the Empire. Even telling Kevin that he wanted to be prime minister was a joke. At present, only a few people know this idea, such as dufo.


    Every boy, or man, seldom confides his heart when facing his father. In every child''s psychology, no matter what his father does, what kind of achievements or no achievements, he will be a hero in the child''s mind.


    In the face of the greatest heroes in their life, even if the children have a magnificent dream, it is difficult to say. Perhaps because of worship, they feel that their ideal is not great, but when they begin to say what they want to express in their hearts, they will become high spirited and want to be in front of the most important and greatest people in their life, Say your ideal and pursuit, show your wonderful life, and hope to be recognized.


    Dooling straightened his back and stood up straight ahead. He walked back and forth a few steps and said as he walked, "It is impossible to give people happiness and the right to live freely without oppression and exploitation, but I will still do it seriously and strive for this impossible goal, but it is definitely not to destroy. Destruction can not bring progress of civilization, but destruction can only make society more barbaric. History has proved this Point. "


    "Becoming prime minister is only my first step. I still have many things to do and more ambitious ambitions and ideals. However, no matter which one I want to achieve, I need a stable foundation, which is the support of the mainstream society."


    "Marrying a noble daughter can help me overcome the most insurmountable difficulties at present, save me from years of efforts and have more time to prepare to change the world."


    "Times have changed. Father, people may fear violence, but they will not submit to the rule brought by violence. They will fear, but they will also hate. When hatred ferments to a certain extent, it will burst out."


    "I don''t know if you''ve heard a saying that the strongest castles always fall from the inside. They built castles that can''t be conquered by various means. What I''m doing now is to sneak in."


    "They think they can control me and turn me into a obedient dog, but I will eventually let them understand that wolves will never become dogs. Wolves want to eat people."


    "This may be a choice that makes it difficult for you to adapt, but this is the best choice at present. I hope you can believe me, and then watch the world change a little bit, and get close to our ideal as much as possible!"


    Mr. kesima thought for a moment and replied with a smile, "if it were twenty or thirty years ago, I would have killed you..." Turin shrugged his shoulders. He knew that Mr. kesima had not finished his words, "but now I am old, but you have become strong!" , he said and fell into silence. After a while, he slightly raised his head and snorted, "I try to believe that your choice is the best way. If one day you let me find that you have become the running dog of the aristocracy, I will kill you and bury you behind the house."


    "Finally, I will write on your tombstone that this is the grave of a dog."


    Dooling smiled and licked his lips. "What about you?"


    "Me? What''s the matter with me?", Mr. kesma was confused at first, then became angry, pointed to the bedroom door and roared, "get out, now!"


    "OK!"


    Soon, Dooling learned from Mrs. kesma why his two sons called themselves "bastards". The greatest hero was Mr. kesma. He always pointed to the photos of Dooling and told the two little bastards that this was their father, a big bastard or a bad purulent one, This left a very deep impression on the young hearts of the two children, the kind of terror.