Liu Bo—Comrade!

Hearing the other party called him that, a huge warm current suddenly surged in Liu Bo's heart, at a loss.

He looked at Zhou Hongsu, opened his cracked lips and said, "Thank you."

"Why do you need to thank me among comrades?" Zhou Hongsu smiled, "Those who agree with redism and are willing to run for the freedom and happiness of the working people all over the world are like-minded people."

"Yes, comrade, like-minded, comrade." Liu Bo nodded, and he looked at the car next to him, "Comrade, I want to go home and have a look."

"It should be understandable." Zhou Hongsu nodded and said, he smiled and pointed to the car behind.

Liu Bo turned his head to look and saw his wife and son getting out of the car. His wife covered her face and cried. His son ran over as if he was shouting that his father was flying.

The child ran quickly and rushed directly into Liu Bo's arms.

Zhou Hongsu knew that Liu Bo had been tortured and was worried that Liu Bo would be injured, so he wanted to go up and hug the child.

The little guy was very clever. He twisted his waist and avoided Zhou Hongsu, threw himself into his father's arms, knocking Liu Bo, who was squatting and ready to hug the child, to the ground.

Ouch.

The injury on the back implicated the muscles and pulled the nerves, and Liu Bo let out a muffled groan.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" the child asked.

"It's nothing, dad is fine." Liu Bo said.

"Dad, where have you been these days?" The child continued to ask. He asked his mother, but the mother never told him where his father was. After asking too much, the mother beat him up.

"Dad is lost, dad is looking for a way." Liu Bo said.

"Have you found it?" the child asked.

"Finished." Liu Bo pinched his son's face and showed a smile on his face, "Finished, found."

He found a red path to liberate the working people all over the world!

Standing up with difficulty, touching his son's head, Liu Bo smiled at his concern and crying wife.

He looked at the comrade who had been imprisoned for five years, suffered countless tortures, had countless scars on his body, and had almost no good meat. He stood beside the car and smiled at him.

Other comrades who had just been released in the car also poked their heads out, smiled at him, and waved.

He remembered his parents who had been poor all their lives and were oppressed by fishermen.

I remembered my neighbor's family who was beaten to death and threw it into the sea because of resisting the oppression of the fisherman.

I remembered a lot.

Liu Bo held his son's hand, and his wife came up to support him and walked towards the car.

This is:

No exploitation.

No oppression.

Everyone is equal!

A road to red truth! (To be continued)
Chapter completed!