Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

The night was quiet and lonely. There was a waning moon in the sky and the sparse stars were so cold and indifferent that they kept people away from it. It was like a disordered tombstone that brought up the deserted graves underground.

Each star has a name written on it.

Chang Qing sat on the stone steps with a silent expression, always giving people a sense of desolate and decadent evening. The evening breeze blowing through the tombstone blew her soft hair, as if someone was calling her name.

“Why do many people prefer to endure the hardships of life rather than the hardships of learning?”

"The pain of life can be numbed by fatigue, diverted by entertainment, and eventually become accustomed to and muddle through, which can be called dulling. The pain of learning is to always maintain a keen and clear cognition, and even rich emotions, which can be called sharpening."

The fat man nodded. Indeed, it is easy for us to indulge in pleasure because we only need a little investment to feel satisfied and comfortable. It is difficult for us to immerse ourselves in learning because every step of growth and progress is not easy.

"In our class, the one who doesn't like studying the most is Brother Lu. He said his family doesn't care about him and he doesn't have any big ambitions. He just eats, drinks, plays, fights, and recruits little brothers every day. In the end, it was only because we dragged him to stay in the classroom for extra lessons every day that he was admitted to university."

"The troubled boy has now become a hero."

"If we hadn't forced him to study, do you think he would be living a good life now? He would be leading a completely different life. His family is rich, and he doesn't need to work hard to have everything. He could be a rich second-generation who plays around."

The fat guy started crying again: "You know, every time I see the boys sitting in the last few rows of our class, I can remember the time when we were here."

Every time I pushed open the classroom door and walked in, I would subconsciously frown when I saw the noisy rows of boys in the back, always feeling that one bad apple spoils the whole barrel. But when I saw them fighting with their heads broken and bleeding, I felt angry and distressed.

Chang Qing placed his thin and pale fingers on the fat man's shoulder and said without much emotion: "When Lu Ziming studies seriously, I am happier than when he beats those hooligans from the neighboring school. Teacher, teach those teenagers in your class well."

The sun was very bright that year. The young man who was walking towards them waved his hand. He was wearing a bright red jersey, with an upright figure, dazzling and eye-catching. He shouted at them: "Come and play basketball."

"That's right, he's not just an ordinary problem teenager."

The fat man was silent for a while, then suddenly smiled and took a breath, slightly raised his head and looked at the cold moon. It seemed like the day when he was sleeping soundly at home and was inexplicably pulled up by someone, who was cursing while putting on his clothes.

He sighed deeply again: "After the college entrance examination, didn't you ask me why I wanted to be a teacher? I never told you why I chose this major."

"Su He, I'm not as smart as you, nor do I have the good physical fitness of Lu Ziming, nor the good memory of Qi Yao. Xingqing and I are the most ordinary among us."

"I'm a lazy person. I just want to keep my little piece of land and have no other desires. Every time I see those students in school uniforms, it's as if we're all still here, as if no one has changed."

He just wanted to help them preserve their youth.

Changqing and the fat man sat in this desolate cemetery for a long time, until the first ray of morning light fell from the clouds, the whole sky suddenly became bright, and the cold sunlight enveloped them.

“This sunrise is really beautiful.”

In this belated sunrise, in the end, only she and the fat man sat together, fishing out the lingering regret from the time and space of the years, and then drying it.

In fact, the five of them did not climb to the top of the mountain that night. They encountered a downpour just when they were about to reach the top. Now, after climbing for several years, they finally reached the top of the mountain and caught a glimpse of the morning light.

Chang Qing raised his hand and gently covered his eyelids, feeling the sunrise light passing through the back of his hand. His nose was sore and his body was shaking violently. He cried and said, "He called me for the last time, but I didn't answer. I turned my phone to silent mode. I didn't answer it..."

All the emotions came one after another and overwhelmed her heart. She let those emotions overflow and then burst into tears.

The mournful cries echoed throughout the entire forest, causing people passing by at the foot of the mountain to look sideways, with their noses blocked. They looked hesitantly in the direction of the sound, and finally sighed.

"Grandpa." The little girl with pigtails eating oranges saw a figure through the lush forest and said in confusion: "Grandpa, that brother is crying. Did his family members turn into stars like my parents?"

The old man had his silver hair combed neatly, and he was hunched over. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, along the wrinkles on his face, and fell drop by drop onto the dry ground.

The old hand touched the girl's head warmly, then he took her hand and limped towards the top, holding the paper money.

Looking at the tombstones one by one, the old man bent down and lit the paper money. He watched the paper money being devoured bit by bit by the fire snake, and then continued to walk towards the next grave.

He walked to Lu Ziming's tombstone, and couldn't bear to take his eyes off the young face. His expression was sad and loving, just like an elder looking at a younger generation.

This guy is still so young.

Changqing and Fatty recognized the lame old man. They had met the old man a few times when they went out to play on the weekend.

The old man was a drug enforcement police officer who was seriously injured during a mission. After retiring from the front line, he found a job as a tomb guard and often went up the mountain to sweep the graves of his fallen comrades.

He never got married in his life. His neighbors all advised him to find someone who could live with him. Many people also tried to introduce him to girls, but he just refused because he didn't want to delay the girl's life.

Somehow a few years ago, he suddenly brought back a baby girl and asked a woman who had given birth to a child for advice on how to raise a child. Chang Qing and a few others witnessed him go from being flustered in changing diapers to being able to skillfully pick up the girl and coax her after she hummed a few times.

"Nannan, go and burn incense for the other uncles first. Do you remember which graves they are?"

"I still remember." The little girl answered crisply, holding the small basket in both hands and walking forward awkwardly.

"Nannan is almost seven years old now." Chang Qing looked at Nannan and said.

"After October, he will be seven years old."

Chang Qing turned his head and looked at the old man with a dazed expression. Now when they met again, he was already very old, his body shrunken into a ball, and looked smaller and smaller.

He whispered, "You are old too."

The old man smiled and said, "Everyone will grow old. I have even thought of where to bury them. Have you seen the graves on this mountain? Many of them are empty. Because their bodies cannot be found, we can only bury them with some of their underwear. This is still good, at least they have a name. Some people don't even have a name, and I am afraid that their enemies will come to find them."