Judgment

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Later, when I recalled those three years, people of the older generation would describe it as a year of hardship, a year of apology, and a year of starvation.

In the simple and simple words, there is hidden pain that the younger generations are far from understanding.There is another name that has not been spread, but it faintly reveals the most desperate situation in those three years-the Year of Cannibalism.

Winter 1959.

Standing on the dry and cracked ground, Zhang Sufen looked at the vast blue sky above her head, and suddenly felt a wave of hatred, wishing to dig up its flesh, drink its blood, and eat all its flesh and bones before giving up.

However, Haotian just ruthlessly watched the suffering people on the ground, ignoring their resentment.

The roots of the trees on the ground have been dug up long ago, not even the grass roots are left, and there is not even a single worm in the ground that has been dug repeatedly.The end of life is like the fate of people at this time.

Many trees have been stripped of their bark, dead and necrotic, leaving only their branches standing on the barren land, like corpses.They raised their hands and pointed at the blue sky angrily, their empty eyes widened, but they couldn't confide in anything.

Taking off the broken shoes under her feet, Zhang Sufen picked them up and observed them carefully.It was finally determined that these rags were not enough to fill her stomach, she hung her head in disappointment.

It had been two days since she hadn't found anything to eat, and she herself was already exhausted from hunger, and the children at home couldn't hold on for long.Thinking of her dying eldest daughter on the bed, Zhang Sufen couldn't even shed tears from her withered eye sockets.

How could she save the lives of her children?No one answered her!

"Squeak!"

The subtle cry brought Zhang Sufen back to her senses, she stared at the source of the sound.

It was a nest of rats that had just climbed up from the depths of the ground. They were so thin that they were only bones. They were looking around and searching for food.

However, this group of ill-fated rats didn't know that they just ruined their own lives during this foraging trip.

Zhang Sufen stared at the mice like a hungry tiger, being careful not to disturb them.But those mice just noticed her. In this lifeless wasteland, it is too difficult to hide a living person.

But unexpectedly, they didn't escape, those tiny eyeballs looked at Zhang Sufen, as if something was blooming!

Could it be that they want to feed on this human being beyond their control?

How funny, but no one can laugh!

In this era of famine, man and mouse abandoned all fear and survival principles, and were greedy for survival.

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"How is it? My craft is not bad."

Mrs. Zhang put down the crumpled dishcloth and asked while cleaning up the dishes.

The invisible shadow answered her, "It doesn't smell much."

Human food was neither filling nor delicious for him, so he naturally told the truth.

"It's all pickles and rice, so you don't like it. I know, young people have mouths dangling now!" Granny Zhang was not angry, but smiled and said: "Are you coming tomorrow? Come tomorrow, I will prepare it for you."

Shadow looked at this empty room, with a table, a bed, and a few old chairs. It seemed that such a dilapidated place was not worth his repeated visits.

However, he didn't know what to think of, but he didn't refuse aloud.

Mrs. Zhang continued squatting on the ground to wash the dishes. In the airtight room, she could hear the sound of water washing the dishes.

Shadow didn't know when he left.

Perhaps, he never really appeared.

"Pa—" A document fell to the ground, Wang Chen bent down and was about to pick it up, but the other party snatched it from him in a panic.

That ferocious look, as if he is some kind of scourge.

Wang Chen has seen a lot of this kind of person these days.It seemed that everyone who came to the court was more or less tense, habitually guarding against those around them.Judges, lawyers, bailiffs, and even doormen seemed to be their enemies.

They regard the court as a battlefield to fight for the interests that they must not give up.War, if you are not careful, you will be bloody, especially the war of interests, so of course you can't trust others easily.

"Thank you, little judge, I picked up the things myself, so I won't trouble you."

The owner of the hand that picked up the document before Wang Chen was a man who looked to be five or sixty years old.His hair is all white, he wears patched clothes, and even in winter he only wears a pair of single shoes.

The old man looked at Wang Chen cautiously, with a kind of cautiousness and flattery in his eyes.

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bsp; "I'm not a judge." Wang Chen looked at him and said, "I'm a college student practicing here, sir."

"Oh, college students. They are not judges now, but they will be in the future. College students have a future, and they have money!" said the old man.In their time, college students were equivalent to golden rice bowls.These old people who were still living in the last world didn't notice at all that now is the era when college students are like cattle and horses.

Wang Chen could only say helplessly about his obvious way of making friends:

"Please sit down for a while, Xu Shen will be back soon, and you can hand over the documents to him then."

The old man nodded blankly, carefully found a corner in the house and sat down.He clutched the document tightly like he was guarding some treasure.

With a click, the door opened from the outside, and Judge Xu, the owner of the office, came back.

"Hey, Zhang Ruhai, you are here again. Have you scooped up all the documents this time?"

The old man who had just sat down for a few seconds immediately stood up and answered the judge's questions respectfully like a schoolboy.

"It's all scooped up, it's all here, judge!"

"Well, household registration, house ownership certificate..." Judge Xu was flipping through one by one, when he suddenly noticed Zhang Ruhai's eyes looking at Wang Chen, and coughed. "Well, Xiao Wang, go get me a glass of water first, please."

Seeing Xu Shen who was winking with him desperately, Wang Chen nodded, and went out the door with a water bottle.

The door closed behind him, and at that moment, he saw Zhang Ruhai's relieved face.

In fact, the water in the kettle is still full, and there is nothing to avoid at this stage of handing in materials.It's just that sometimes the plaintiff is too cautious, guarding against every outsider like a thief, and unwilling to let more people know about the case.Therefore, in order to reassure them at this time, the judges who take the case will generally take their psychology into consideration and clear the office.

Wang Chen leaned halfway on the door, recalling the familiar name Zhang Ruhai.

Not long ago, he found the complaint of this case in the files he sorted out——Zhang Ruhai and Zhang Zixuan sued Zhang Sufen for occupying the ownership of the house.

It is not a coincidence that these three people are all surnamed Zhang, but because they are the blood relationship between mother and son, grandma and grandson.This is a case of a son and grandson suing an old mother together.

Carrying the kettle to the boiling water room, Wang Chen thought, human love and hatred are really a complicated problem that can never be solved.Relatives can turn against each other, but enemies can let go of their suspicions.No one seems to be in harmony with anyone forever, nor is there everlasting love.

"What are you thinking about?"

William didn't know when he appeared on the sidelines like a ghost.He took the kettle from Wang Chen's hand and skillfully picked him up to fetch water.The monster steward has done this kind of work too many times in the past few days.

Wang Chen quietly watched William bending over to fetch water, and suddenly said, "William, when do you plan to turn against me?"

The monster housekeeper didn't even shake the hand holding the kettle, and asked, "What stimulated you again?"

"No. I just think that human beings are so changeable. They love and hate for a while, and even relatives can treat Bo in court. Monsters are much more indifferent than humans, and they should be more fickle."

"You are wrong, Your Highness."

William said indifferently: "Because we are indifferent, we are not fickle. Making enemies is a troublesome thing, and ordinary monsters will not do it easily. But love, no monster will believe such absurd things. The reason why human beings are stupid is that Because they believe in love."

Wang Chen looked at him for a while, then sighed suddenly.

"Forget it, you shouldn't be asking this kind of question. No! You haven't answered my first question directly. William, when will you betray me? Don't be perfunctory."

Facing Wang Chen's aggressive black eyes, William was silent for a long time before saying, "If you don't get the throne."

Wang Chen chuckled, "It's really realistic, it seems like your reason."

"So please be sure to step on the throne and don't give me a reason to betray you, Your Highness." William took a step back and bowed deeply.Before Wang Chen had time to be moved, he heard the next sentence from the monster steward.

"You are a very vindictive demon. If you have revenge because of betrayal, it must be a very troublesome thing." William said: "If this kind of trouble can be avoided, it is best to avoid it."

"...haha." Wang Chen was silent, then sneered twice.

"Don't worry, I won't give you a chance to betray."

He snatched the kettle from William's hand and walked towards the office at a faster pace.He didn't look back, so he missed the subtle arc of William's mouth behind him.Barely visible, fleeting.

When Wang Chen returned to the office, he happened to see the back of Zhang Ruhai leaving in a hurry.This old man, who has reached the age of knowing destiny, is carefully holding the stairs and going downstairs slowly.His pale hair and hunchbacked figure made people feel pity.

However, who would have thought that such an old man would sue his biological mother?

Most people would not think, what about Zhang Sufen?If she had known today, would she have chosen to give birth to this son?

No one in the world can predict the future, nor can people make choices for things that have not yet happened.

Mrs. Zhang didn't know what to choose, she just happily thought about what vegetables to buy tomorrow.And the person she was thinking about the menu for, no, it should be said to be a monster, was standing on the top of a certain tall building at the moment.

The strong wind around him couldn't move him at all. This taciturn monster stood alone, looking at the cars downstairs like running water and horses like dragons, with deep eyes.

The light and shadow of the city reflected on the side of his face, making his expression more stern.

The trial has long since begun.

Ji Xuan thought, it's time to start officially weeding out other candidates.At this time, he suddenly remembered that he still had a subordinate who was detained in the hands of the enemy.The cleanup operation is about to start, should we rescue that subordinate first?

Ji Xuan only thought for a second, then put the poor bird man behind him.Compared with these, the lunch that the human being invited tomorrow attracted his attention even more.

Because he suddenly felt that it would be a "delicious" meal.

Last quote:

The child looked at his mother ignorantly, not understanding why her eyes were full of tears.

For whom are her tears shed?

He reached out and rubbed his mother to wipe away the tears, but found that he couldn't wipe them off, and he couldn't dry them.

Children will never understand that some tears are the mothers of generations, and they will never be shed, and they will never be shed.

The author has something to say: I will slowly tell a story about "those three years" using the quotation above. I know the students who were in those three years. Shhh, let's be careful in words and deeds, and don't accidentally get in with your big tongue.

This story is not only about a generation of mothers and daughters, I want to describe a story that is linked together.If everyone finds that there is no such interlocking and knelt down at the end, then I must have failed...