Judgment

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White nights.

In areas with higher altitudes, a kind of vision will only appear in a certain period of time.

After nightfall, the sky is not completely covered by night mist.At the end of it, the setting sun never sets, hanging obstinately in the night, leaving the only light in the world.

The stars occupy the sky, but they can't squeeze out the last gleam of light.

In the night that never comes, only a tiny light is left struggling and burning.

The night is coming, but it never comes.

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Zhong Yuyi.

Loving in love, loyal to oneself, sincere in righteousness.

The meaning represented by these three words, at the last moment of life, did he do it?

If someone else answers, everyone will reply in the affirmative.But if he is asked to answer himself, who can know his answer?The person who should answer the question has already passed away from this world.

At least among the people who came to Zhong Yuyi's memorial service, no one would know the real answer.

Wreaths are stacked in front of the door, pressed against each other.The mourners lined up from the gate to the gate, circled around the gate, and lined up on the main road.This posture is quite similar to that of when important national figures die.

But who is Zhong Yuyi?

He's just an ordinary old man.At least before he died, he was still an ordinary person.

In addition to the crowd who came to mourn, there was also a group of people carrying special weapons—reporters.The media's long guns and cannons were aimed at the entrance of the funeral home. Even if they couldn't squeeze in, they at least randomly caught someone at the door and asked him to give a speech.

[We feel very sad about the passing of Mr. Zhong.In today's society, there are not many kind-hearted people like his old man. 】 Facing the camera, everyone is expressing regret and sadness.

Zhong Yuyi is a good person, a rare good person.

Nearly ninety years old, collecting trash and picking up rubbish on the street every day, saved money to donate to poor students, and supported more than a dozen poor students to go to college.

However, just when the first girl he helped was about to graduate from college, Zhong Yuyi left.

He left too suddenly and simply, and before he could enjoy the rewards from the children, and before he could see the children put on their graduation clothes, he tightly closed his eyes.

After this deed was made public by a media, it quickly caused a lot of repercussions in the society.

Zhong Yuyi, old, weak, and poor, worked hard day and night, sponsoring more than a dozen children to go to college.

Some people are young, powerful, and rich, but they are muddle-headed, lazy, and don't live like individuals.

Such a strong contrast has left a deep imprint on people's hearts. Those who are moved will shed tears, and those who are enlightened will sigh.On the day of Zhong Yuyi's funeral, this small funeral home, which was originally unknown, suddenly became a place where people flocked.

Everyone was admiring the old man, expressing their admiration to the media, expressing their admiration.

Eyes are red and swollen, crying like the dead are their own close relatives, in fact, they may not all behave like this when their close relatives die.

The words are admirable, as if they themselves are the students sponsored by Zhong Yuyi, and they have seen all his righteous deeds with their own eyes.

Full of regret, it seems that Zhong Yuyi is the last conscience in this world, once this person leaves, the world will end up in darkness.

Lao Yu took a camera and took pictures one after another.Looking at the people in the photos with almost the same expressions, he didn't feel much emotion in his heart.Instead, it feels boring and contrived.

These people were crying fake, because none of them had seen the real Zhong Yuyi.

These people were crying really, because they all thought that there was hardly another "fool" like Zhong Yuyi in the world.

Picking up a cigarette, Lao Yu watched the scene with cold eyes.As a veteran reporter, he admires people's cheap sympathy. He has seen too much.He can guarantee that after today, there are only eight out of ten people who can still remember Zhong Yuyi.After a week, ten is less than three.In less than a month, everyone will completely forget this great and selfless old man.

This is the human heart.

But at least Zhong Yuyi's matter is still very popular now, and it is worth reporting.So although Old Yu disdained it, he still came with his DSLR.After all, this month's bonus is still hanging on this "touching deed" that makes people cry.

"There are so many people." Old Yu sighed, looking at the endless line at the entrance of the funeral home.Because there were too many people, the late media could not squeeze in, so they could only take some irrelevant photos outside the funeral home.

People are now enthusiastic, and news is valuable, but if you always take photos that are the same as other media, there is no news value, and the newspaper will not sell.If it can't be sold, the editor-in-chief will be dissatisfied with his work, and then this month's bonus will be wasted.

Lao Yu frowned and thought about how to squeeze in through the crowd and take some exclusive photos.He turned his head and ran towards the back door of the funeral home.

There are also a lot of people at the back door, and it seems that he is not the only one who wants to find another way.Lao Yu was a little disappointed, but there was no surprise.He walked along the high wall outside the funeral home, seemingly aimlessly, but his eyes looked around from time to time.

Finally, he came to a remote corner, and Lao Yu looked around. Seeing that no one was paying attention, he rolled up his sleeves and looked at the wall, laughing twice.Grandpa Haolai was also a member of the school's mountaineering team back then, and he had climbed many mountains above [-] altitudes.This low wall still wants to stop grandpa and me?

Bah, bah.After spitting two pieces of foam into his palm, Lao Yu carefully put the camera into his bag and started to climb over the wall.

Hey, hey, wipe off your sweat.At this age, it is really not as good as it was back then.

After climbing over the wall with great difficulty, Lao Yu sighed, grabbed the eaves of the wall with both hands, and supported the wall inside with his feet.As long as I can get in this time, at least I can get some exclusive content, right?Thinking cheerfully in his heart, Lao Yu was about to turn over and fall off the wall.

"Well, thief?"

A slightly surprised voice came from below.

It was crisp and pleasant to hear, but it made Lao Yu fight with his hands and almost fell off.

The people under the wall glanced at Old Yu, turned around and were about to go back and call for someone. "Liu Gong, I caught one here..."

"Hey, wait!" Lao Yu shouted impatiently, "I'm not a thief, I'm not a thief!"

The person who was about to leave stood there and looked at him again. "It's not a thief, why did you climb over the wall?"

"I'm a reporter, really! I just wanted to flip in and take a photo, not a bad guy!"

"Oh, so it's a reporter." The man seemed to understand, and Lao Yu just wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, only to hear him say again: "But I heard people say that reporters are guys who specialize in peeping at people's privacy, and they are worse than thieves." hateful."

"I, I—" Old Yu wanted to defend himself.

"I'd better call the police." The visitor turned around and left.

"Hey, don't!" There was an exclamation, a thud, and then a scream, bang——

The dust has settled.

When he turned his head to look again, Lao Yu fell to the ground in a miserable state.In a moment of panic, he lost his grip and fell off the wall.

"Little, little brother, I'm really not a bad person." Lao Yu, who fell to the ground, was still struggling to plead his innocence, "I'm just confused, and I wanted to flip in and look at Zhong Lao's disguise, absolutely nothing. What a bad idea!"

"Really? But you said just now that you wanted to come in and take pictures."

"I—" Lao Yu was thinking fast, and he couldn't think of any excuses, so he simply said, "You must have heard it wrong! I definitely came here to pay respects to Mr. Zhong, and I have no other intentions."

"yes?"

"Yes, yes!" Lao Yu nodded desperately, trying to make himself look sad.

"Then come with me."

"Ah?" Old Yu was taken aback for a moment, a little unbelievable that he really passed the test so easily. "Where are you going?"

Seeing that he was still sitting on the ground, the young man asked strangely, "Aren't you here to mourn Zhong Yuyi?"

"Uh, ah, yes!"

Old Yu patted his butt and stood up from the ground, and hurriedly followed behind the young staff of the funeral home.

Along the way, while celebrating his good luck, he did not forget to make friends.

"Little brother is an employee here?"

"kindness."

"It's a good job, it's a golden job. You said that one day people won't die, little brother, you don't have to worry about the funeral parlor closing down in your profession. It's not like we are in the media..." Realizing that he was pulling away from the topic, Lao Yu immediately replied Take it easy and keep asking.

"Little brother, what's your name?"

"My surname is Wang."

"Coincidentally! My wife's surname is also Wang! Maybe they were still in the same family 500 years ago, and you are like my distant brother-in-law!"

"..."

Old Yu continued to ask: "Then dare to ask the name of the little brother—?"

"Wang Chen."

"Morning is a good word! The plan for a day lies in the morning, which is the best time of the day."

After a lot of flattery, Lao Yu didn't notice the expressions of the young people around him, but he was still complacent.How deceptive this little employee is, he was so easily fooled by good words and brought himself in.So silly and so cute.

"Here we are." The little employee leading the way said, pointing to Lao Yu to a room. "Zhong Yuyi is inside, you go in."

"Thank you, little brother! I'll repay my love today. Well, I'll go in and pay my respects to Mr. Zhong, so let's go first."

The little employee who was secretly dubbed by Old Yu as really silly and cute, watched him step in, and then looked at his watch.It's time to eat, and the family should deliver the food after calculating the time.So he walked to an unoccupied corner and waited quietly.

Within a second, a figure appeared beside him out of thin air.

"Your Highness, lunch."

William lifted Liu Tao and handed it over. "This guy has been lazy all morning, you can have him as dessert first."

Looking at Liu Tao, whose mouth was covered by William's hands, and tears streaming down his face.As a small employee, Wang Chen hesitated a little.

"No, I've already eaten dessert." He pointed in the direction where Old Yu had just left, "And there's a lot of 'food' in this place, I'm not hungry yet. I just want to eat some human food."

William put Liu Tao down and handed over a lunch box this time.After the old lady Zhang's incident last time, Wang Chen started to eat human food again, but the housekeeper's objection was invalid.

"How do you feel about your internship here today? Your Highness."

"It's okay." Wang Chen took the lunch box, "Some people say it's a golden rice bowl." He smiled when he thought of the reporter who fell from the wall.

"What happened, you seem to be in a good mood." William wondered.

"Isn't the funeral home like that? The dead are asleep, the living are crying, others are watching, and—" Wang Chen narrowed his eyes. "Others laughed and watched."

"Just the one lying there today, a little more interesting."

Last quote:

There are white nights in your sky.