Will be the bad guy

"I want to know you, and my longevity will never end. There are no hills in the mountains, the rivers are exhausted, the thunder is shaking in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to say goodbye to you!" Meng Li is the most accurate fortune teller in the village. Reading poems is his greatest pleasure.

Today is neither windy nor rainy, so plain like every night.In thinking, the poem has already popped out of my mind.

He shook his head, closed his eyes and meditated, as if he had returned to his childhood.

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The wind is a bit noisy tonight, and it rattles along with the board.

Meng Li didn't care, and still read the old poetry collection intently.

"Old man, are you there? I'm from Mo's Village next door. I have something I want to ask you." The wooden voice didn't stop, but instead merged into a human voice, dragging Meng Li back to the 21st century.

Meng Li was a little displeased, and he didn't sternly reprimand him, let alone pretend he wasn't at home.He understands astronomy and geography, as well as birth date horoscopes, and with the lack of knowledge of rural people, he has unknowingly become a fortune teller in the village.

No, the people in the Mo family village next door even heard his name.

Thinking of this, Meng Li felt a little flustered.He cleared his throat, and then said: "Here we are."

Meng Li has a scholarly and elegant atmosphere, and the dark blue Chinese tunic suit he wears looks even more decent.This is his favorite piece of clothing, even if it is so shabby, he is not willing to throw it away.And this dress was also the last gift his wife gave him.Whenever Meng Li is in a good mood, he will always wear such a dress.

If it wasn't because he was in a good mood, Meng Li would never let this barbarian who disturbed his elegant mood be let go.

"Mr., you are the most accurate divine divination in our village. Can you give our daughter a better name." Outside the door was a young couple.

The lights were dim, and Meng Li was afraid of wasting electricity, so he didn't have the habit of turning on the lights. In the dark night, Meng Li only saw the man's piercing eyes.And the woman stood timidly behind her husband. Although she didn't know what she looked like, Meng Li thought that girls in the countryside were all married early, so Meng Li deduced that she was only sixteen or seventeen years old.

Meng Li glanced at the baby who was firmly held in his arms, and the poem just now appeared in his mind, "Just be Junjue."

"Okay, okay, let's call it Junjue, old man, how do you write the word Junjue." The young man obviously didn't have much opinion on the name, which made Meng Li choke back at the literary talent he was about to show off.

"I'll write to you, you wait here for a while." Meng Li agreed, but didn't intend to invite them into the room.

The room was messy, except that the desks were arranged abnormally as a whole.

He took out the rusty hero pen and wrote the word Jun Jue.

The whole movement is done in one go, showing grandeur without losing tenderness.

Looking at the handwriting he wrote, Meng Li was a little complacent.

"Well, here you are, this will be your child's name from now on." Meng Li handed the paper to the young couple.

"Thank you..." The young man excitedly took the piece of paper and held it tightly in his hand.It could be seen that the young man was excited, but Meng Li's eyes couldn't help staring at the smeared paper.

This is the most expensive piece of paper on his side, yet it was taken by the unreasonable person in front of him!That's all, who made me feel good today.Meng Li couldn't bear to watch any more, and quickly sent them away.

Mengli's small world returned to calm again...

And his big world was thrown into chaos.

"Sir, sir, I want to see Monkey King." In order to create a better life for Mo Junjue, the young couple started to go out to work, leaving Mo Junjue under the care of their mother-in-law.And come and go, the lonely Mo Junjue always comes to Meng Li's house as a guest.Meng Li gritted his teeth and finally bought his first color TV, but Mo Junjue, the bully, took it as his property.Every time school is over, there are always many uninvited guests in Mengli's home.

If it weren't for Mo Junjue's parents who often mailed things over on weekdays, Meng Li would never have paid attention to this little devil, let alone put her in his already messy home.

"Junjue, what's so good about this?" Meng Li is already in his 80s, and he really doesn't understand something that a child of only a few years old likes.Those things that will definitely be raped in the era of violence.

"Sun Wukong is pretty... I want to be Monkey King in the future, and defeat those bad guys!" The innocent Mo Junjue talked about her love for Monkey King like this, and she didn't look like a girl.

"Silly boy, this world is not as simple as you imagined..." Meng Li sighed, but couldn't bear to destroy Mo Junjue's good wishes.

"Well, sir, what did you say?" Mo Junjue turned his head.

"No, I said, Mo Junjue, you must stick to your ideals." Meng Li smiled, playing with the folding fan, concealing the deepest loneliness in his heart.

As Mo Junjue grew up, he liked more and more things.From animation to movies to TV dramas, no matter what, she likes heroes.

Later, Mo Junjue became the hero in her heart - the policeman.

"Do you know what Mo Junjue means?" The speaker was kneeling on the ground with his hands restrained by handcuffs, surrounded by city walls wrapped in cold concrete, surrounded by no grass, filled with indescribable indescribable fishy smell.

She was dressed in a prisoner's attire, but her vaguely visible face was covered by several scars that had obviously been scarred for a long time. Her hair was already messy, and various stains were faintly visible.This person, who was originally a policewoman who was held in the palm of his hand, was ruthlessly destroyed by the years and became like this.

In just ten years, she changed from a fledgling policeman to a deputy director. During the ups and downs, she lost everything for justice.And now, she went against the director because of justice, and was charged with unwarranted charges, and the director couldn't wait to get rid of her and bribed the court.There was no reprieve, let alone an extension. After finalizing the evidence, she was sentenced to immediate execution for seven crimes, large and small.

This is the place where the death penalty is imposed in the prison. Mo Junjue feels that he is lucky that the director did not torture him, but gave a decision to be executed so readily. She is grateful for this, but in the face of death, even if She was a little nervous about how she experienced life and death, and when she really faced death.

"Huh?" The policeman echoed casually. He didn't have much expression on his face. He was used to seeing so many prisoners who were facing death, and he was the first to hear such a question, which made him a little interested. He looked at the woman in front of him.

A woman with a story to tell.

About thirty or so, as a female deputy director, she is too young, her eyes are still clear, but she can see perseverance from that kind of weak face. Such a person should fight for justice. It's not because of that little bribe that he ruined his bright future.

The police officer felt that he had watched too many TV shows. In this era where corrupt officials are prevalent, there is no justice. He only needs to recite 'Amitabha Buddha' every day to save his life.

The policeman shook off the messy things in his mind, checked everything, retreated from Mo Junjue's side, and let his colleagues perform the final funeral.

"My husband told me that if you stick to your ideals, as long as you work hard, you will be able to achieve them..."

Mo Junjue seemed to be muttering to himself, or telling the police.

"I became a policeman, but I wanted to fight criminals... Mom and Dad didn't listen to what they said... So, they were killed by criminals who took revenge on me... The people I loved were also killed by them... I thought I had done my justice Justice, I didn't expect that I was not killed by a criminal, but by my colleagues..." Her tears flowed down her cheeks, mixing with the stains on her face.She didn't care anymore. After she gave her life to the country, she no longer cared about life and death, but such a death made her feel unwilling.

Why, good people will never end well, why, bad people must live in this world.

"Hey, handsome guy over there, if you could be reborn, what would you do?" Mo Junjue shifted his gaze to the policeman who was standing aside.

"Hey, me? Apart from being a policeman, I am willing to do any job." Thinking that the executioner was very far away from him, he was slightly taken aback, and spoke his truth. It was only when he touched his own mouth that he realized that he had actually said it.Such a contradiction made Mo Junjue find it funny.

"Ah, if I can be reborn...I want to be the worst person in the world...hahahaha...the worst...," the gunshot rang out, shooting at Mo Jun with lightning speed. Come.

She didn't care, since she knew she was going to die, why should she care what it looked like when she died, since she didn't feel anything when she died...

The author has something to say: the writing is sloppy, and I don't like to seep into it.