Judgment

Many times, people's reason is easily incited.

In that era when people were saying what they said and the crowd was passionate, the Xu family, like countless landlords in this land, was labeled as a villain and could never be torn off.

Wenyi's father was exiled to the cowshed and lived a life of hard labor.Wenyi's mother, however, did not survive that winter.I even heard that the seventy-year-old old man of the Xu family, who had passed the Juren examination, sat quietly in the house when the villagers came to the door with their shoulder poles, and had already gone.

Before the old man died, he only left two words on the table, two deep and deep words - morals of the world.

Zilian later lost the news of Wenyi, and didn't know his whereabouts. He only knew that the young man who read and endorsed with him in the past would never come back.

At the beginning, he still hid the guilt and self-doubt in his heart.However, the villagers all praised this act of clearing up the evil landlord, so he could comfort himself that this was good, and what he did was in line with people's will.As if thinking this way, the apology in my heart would no longer be so strong.

What he didn't know, however, was the ten years of turmoil that followed.

In the era known as the Cultural Revolution, anyone who had studied and educated would be wiped out by the villagers.Those like Zi Lian who went to private schools in the old days were even called stinky old nine, and they were dragged to the streets to criticize them.

Overnight, he lost everything in the past.The villagers seemed to be possessed, looking at him with strange and disgusting eyes.It wasn't until this moment that Zilian understood Wenyi's despair that day.

People hate you meaninglessly. Sadly, even they themselves don't understand why they hate you. They just follow others' opinions, just conform to the trend, and are just victims of the times.From then on, he had to bear this shame that he could never take off.

How sad.

Not only for those who are notorious, but also for these blind people, this distorted world is also hopeless.

There is no distinction between good and evil, good and bad, some people are incited to do some evil things with the crowd - such as blindly following the villagers;

No matter what the reason is, no matter what the origin is, this sticky and indelible darkness has been rising and falling throughout history.In any era, there are countless people who died in vain because of this.

Humans are always so stupid and selfish.Where can I see, a glimmer of light?

Zi Lian was branded as the stinky old nine and sent to the village for reform.Ten years later, he was finally able to come out of that low thatched hut after someone thought these stinky old nines were mediocre.And then, everything changed.

Relatives die, friends no longer, the future is bleak.The young man with lofty aspirations was beaten by the years into a middle-aged man who no longer had the will to fight.

From now on, there will be no more Zhong Zilian in this world, only Zhong Yuyi.

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

However, is there a time for repentance in the world?The past is just a memory.

After waking up from this big dream, Lao Yu was drenched in sweat. He opened his eyes and looked at the land close in front of him, only to realize that he finally woke up from that nightmare.

Yes, it is a nightmare.

Although he couldn't say that he couldn't move in the dream, he could feel every emotion in Zhong Yuyi's heart.Every time Zhong Yuyi was tormented by that continuous remorse, Lao Yu also suffered from it invisibly.That regret, that grief, seemed to be witnessed by him personally, and it was unforgettable.

"Hehe...hehe." Old Yu smirked and sat on the ground tilted.This dream is more real than anything else, it can almost be regarded as a personal experience.He smiled wryly, originally he thought that what was recorded on that page of the diary would be some bloody past, but it turned out to be the case.

Not a love-hate relationship, but a helpless sigh.

Old Yu thought comfortingly, even if the scenes he experienced, even if they didn't have the blood in his imagination, they could move many people if they were compiled into stories.

"Baby, are you awake?"

Old Yu Jiling, it was only then that he remembered that there was such an indistinguishable old man beside him.He quickly raised his head and looked at the old man. At this moment, he didn't think that he was still alone.

"...Who are you? Could it be Xu Wenyi!" Lao Yu was no longer afraid of ghosts.After going through that dream and feeling the life of that era, he was much calmer.

The blind old man shook his head. "I'm not Xu Wenyi, and you're not the person I'm looking for, so go."

"Who are you looking for? Zhong Yuyi? He's dead!" Old Yu shouted out like a ghost.

"He was full of remorse and guilt. He lived to be almost ninety years old, and he was still a rag collector when he died. I couldn't even find out the gossip about such a person. I finally hoped for a secret, but it was like this. Yes. Is it interesting for you to hate this kind of person?"

Interesting?

The old man did not answer him.

The fog in the forest gradually increased, and Lao Yu suddenly felt dizzy.He faintly heard a voice in his ear saying: "I have something to say to him, something to ask him..."

When the eyes were clear again, Lao Yu found himself still standing in front of the old house.The old house, Dongyang, silent, as if everything just now was just an illusion.Afterwards, he asked all the residents around, and all of them shook their heads, saying that they had never seen such an old and blind old man.

Lao Yu found nothing and drove back to the city.Everything that was discovered not long ago seemed like a dream, almost forgotten.However, Lao Yu couldn't forget the last scene he saw in that dream.

The elderly Zhong Yuyi squatted in the corner, counting the broken pieces one by one.The old fingers are not as strong as when they were young, and the dry face is no longer as bright as when they were young.However, he was resolute, year after year squatting down to pick things up, saving money, for all the poor children who couldn't go to school, and also for Xu Wenyi who could never come back.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Lao Yu drove the car on the road back to the city.There was indifference in his eyes.

What is the difference between the ignorant people in Zhong Yuyi's era and the indifferent people in today's society?Zhong Yuyi's past may not attract much attention from people.This story is sad but sad, but it lacks bright spots that make people shine.In that past era, few people still care about it, and few people dare to dig it.

Because they were afraid, as long as they dig lightly, they will find that the era when good and evil were not distinguished is no different from the present.

no difference.

Throwing the cigarette butt out of the car window, Lao Yu rolled up the window and scratched his head irritably. "It's time to find new material to report again."

Since Zhong Yuyi's story can't make any money, it doesn't make sense to report it.

So, don't report it.Well, no report.

Speaking of which, this afternoon seems to be Mr. Zhong's funeral. Since we are on the way, why don't we go and see it?By the way, I would like to thank the little brother who led the way for me last time, ah, I have to return something.After touching the account book in his arms, Lao Yu turned the steering wheel and drove the car towards the funeral home where Zhong Yuyi held his funeral.

And the little guide he was thinking about was busy at the moment.

"Mr. Wang!"

Chen Qiuju trotted over, still panting, took the item from Wang Chen's hand and said, "Please come to deliver it again."

Wang Chen shook his head and looked into the room.Xu Mingyu, Cong Rong, and the girl named Xiaoling were all there, but Ji Xuan was missing.

"All the mourners will be here in a while, are you ready?"

Chen Qiuju nodded, "It's all arranged." As she spoke, her face showed some worry again. "I just hope there won't be any more trouble today."

That threatening letter has always been a shadow in her heart.

Wang Chen blinked and said to her, "Even if there is, you don't have to worry."

"Ah? What?" Chen Qiuju looked at him in confusion.

Wang Chen just shook his head, turned around and left.

"This little king is really weird sometimes." Chen Qiuju who was behind him was puzzled and murmured in a low voice.

On the other side, Wang Chen turned a corner and saw the monster he was looking for - Ji Xuan.

"Is there a result?"

Ji Xuan nodded, then shook his head again. "I figured out what happened to the threat letter, but I still don't know where Zhong Yuyi's soul has gone. However, I saw an interesting lonely ghost."

"Are you following that reporter?" Wang Chen stretched out his hand, "Tell me what's going on."

The most convenient way to transmit information between monsters is to directly transmit what they feel to each other, which is much more convenient than text messages. Ten minutes later, Ji Xuan passed everything on to Wang Chen, but saw that he hadn't spoken yet.

"You... have nothing to say?"

"What do you want to say?" Wang Chen glanced at him. "I know better than you what human beings are like."

Zhong Yuyi's unknown past, unexpected, was expected by Wang Chen.The story is the same no matter what age, and the human nature is the same no matter what age, Wang Chen feels that there is nothing worth talking about.

Because no language can express this emotion, it can only be left in memory forever.

"Let's go." He looked outside, "The memorial service has begun."

Many people came to the memorial service for old man Zhong Yuyi, but it was very quiet.Old Yu was also among the crowd who were advancing silently. He walked up to Zhong Yuyi's body and looked at the skinny face.

Time is really merciless, this face does not have the youthful spirit of the day.What is left is the years that grind away the edges and corners of people like knives.Lao Yu gently put down a bouquet of flowers, bent down, and placed it in front of Zhong Lao's body.

Under the bouquet of white chrysanthemums was a small, dilapidated accounting book.Remember the money that Zhong Yuyi saved every day, and also remember the debts he repaid every day.

The mourning service was held in silence. Inside the door were sad and silent people, but outside the door, there was an angry and clamoring soul.

Cong Xiangtian stood gloomy outside the funeral home, thinking about what the reporter had just said to him.The reported news is worthless, so don't report it?Pooh!Hitting the wall with a fist, Cong Xiangtian gritted his teeth and thought.Everyone is like this, despicable and shameless, Zhong Yuyi is, and so is that reporter!After deceiving his own information and then throwing himself away, he is unwilling to give a penny!

When he is so easy to deceive it?Cong Xiangtian stared at the funeral home gloomily, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.Don't think he'll just let it go, he has to do a good job, let this group of people taste the evil they sowed!He thumped on the wall again, thinking about how surprised and pained those people would show expressions of surprise and pain after he filled it in for a while and ruined the funeral of that old man Zhong Yuyi.

"Sir, the wall was knocked off by you."

Cong Xiangtian was startled suddenly, looked back, and saw that it was just a small employee of a funeral home, he was relieved, and cursed: "None of your business, don't bother me!"

The little employee turned his head, glanced at the mottled skin of the outer wall, and said, "Destroy the funeral home's public property, sir, and you will be fined fifty."

"I have no money!" Cong Xiangtian was impatient.

"No money?" The little employee tilted his head and smiled. "It's okay, then pay it back with something else."

Cong Xiangtian suddenly felt something was wrong, there were people coming and going around here, why no one noticed their side now.Moreover, the eyes of this little employee were so dark that they were scary, like thick ink, like an abyss.

"you you--!"

"Sir." Wang Chen looked at him, "If you destroy someone else's property, you must pay it back. Come out." The last sentence was not addressed to Cong Xiangtian.

A somewhat dazed young man appeared behind him, it was Liu Tao.

"Boss, what's your order?"

"Eat him."

"Boss! I don't eat human flesh!"

"Nonsense, let you eat his soul. This person is paranoid enough, but it's not to my liking. Give it to you."

Liu Tao glanced at Cong Xiangtian again, almost drooling. "I, can I really eat it?" As a demon, he has an unstoppable desire for human souls, which is the blood from monsters.

"Let's eat." Wang Chen closed his eyes, no longer looked at Cong Xiangtian who was already stunned, but just looked at the long queue at the gate.

These people came to pay homage to Zhong Yuyi, they didn't know anything, and they knew everything.Most of the stories in this world are nothing more than this.

Cong Xiangtian's desperate low cry and Liu Tao's excited voice were in his ears, but they were completely isolated and could not reach the ears of others.On the street, occasionally passers-by would take a look at the funeral parlor, wondering why so many people came to pay their respects.At this time, some kind-hearted people will remind him.

This is Zhong Lao's funeral.

Who is Mr. Zhong?

A good man, tsk tsk, a rare good man in this world!

Zhong Yuyi, in everyone's opinion, is a selfless and dedicated old man.How many people know the real him and his past?But, you don't need to know.Whether it is someone who knows his past or someone who doesn't, in their hearts, Zhong Yuyi has always been a person who is loyal to himself.He felt guilty, but he had already paid it off.

The sky is getting dusk, the time of magic.

Wang Chen stood by the side of the street, watching the people in the funeral parlor come in and out. The setting sun dyed everyone's bodies, making their faces blush.He saw Chen Qiuju standing at the door, receiving everyone who went in to mourn; he saw Lao Yu walk out of the funeral home, heaving a long sigh of relief; he saw the sadness and sentimentality on the faces of everyone who went in and out, perhaps short-lived, but sincere.

This last glimmer of light is held tightly by people, like the night that follows fear.

Wang Chen thought of the question that had been troubling him for the past few days, and gradually had an answer in his heart.

The word "morality" is simple in people's hearts.If there is an unquenchable light in the bottom of my heart, then the world will never be dark.

Night is coming, but never coming.

Give this world a light.