"What are you talking about! Nonsense!" At this moment, a rough but unquestionable shout suddenly tore through the sticky air.
The crowd was pushed aside by a powerful hand, and Uncle Zhao stood in front of Su Mingan like a wall that suddenly appeared. He was wearing old work clothes covered with mortar spots, his cheeks were tanned and shiny, and the deep wrinkles on his forehead were embedded with sweat and dust. He glared at the woman fiercely, his eyes were as sharp as nails on the construction site: "Get out of the way! Don't worry about my son! Come at me if you dare!"
The woman was frightened by the sudden momentum and grumbled a few words. Uncle Zhao then turned around, and with his rough big hand, he grabbed Su Mingan's arm, dragged him away from the uncomfortable focus, and blended him into the crowd on the street.
In the setting sun, they walked in silence, one after the other. The man's powerful figure blocked most of the sunlight, and the few blood-like sunlight fell into little Su Ming'an's eyes.
"……uncle."
"Um."
"I didn't kill her."
"Uncle knows."
"I have been helping her all the time, bringing her breakfast, teaching her how to do her homework, and helping her avoid school bullying. She suffered from depression and finally jumped off the building..." When little Su Ming'an said this, he gently wiped his eyes with his sleeve.
"Um."
"Because I was the last person to come into contact with her, her family said that I was the one who killed her."
"Uncle knows."
"I remember she said something: No one would really help her, everyone was just self-touched, and just gave her false hope and beauty again and again, and then quickly abandoned her when she thought things would get better. She said that the better I treated her, sooner or later I would have to leave her, so I was doing this for her own good, but also to hurt her."
"gab!"
Uncle Zhao suddenly turned around, held Su Ming'an's shoulders, and said seriously: "You are helping people! There is no harm behind the scenes. She is greedy and thinks you should help her forever. What's the proverb called... uh, giving a little rice is called a favor, giving a lot of rice is called a grudge!"
"Then..." Little Su Ming'an looked up: "Shouldn't I help her?"
"Do you think so?" Uncle Zhao said.
Xiao Su Mingan thought for a while and said:
"Should."
"That's right!" Uncle Zhao nodded: "Let's just go and help. If we want to help, we can help. Don't worry about it. You have extended so many helping hands. Even if some of them are ruthless, there are always some really good people! They are helped, we are happy, and that's it!"
"Hmm..." Xiao Su Ming'an thought about it for a moment, and then nodded solemnly: "Hmm."
"So, life is long, and you are still young. You will definitely meet more ruthless people in the future, and many people who think you should help them. Don't worry about it, just follow your heart." Uncle Zhao patted little Su Mingan's shoulder, his broad palm full of calluses: "As long as we don't regret it, that's enough! But before you do it, you still have to consider whether the fire in your heart will burn you when you help others."
"Yeah." Little Su Ming'an nodded vigorously again.
"What's in your hand?" Uncle Zhao suddenly noticed what Su Mingan was holding.
"bag."
"What's in the bag?"
"I picked up a quilt."
"What?"
"I washed it and will give it to the homeless person under the bridge later."
"..." Uncle Zhao was stunned for a moment, then suddenly revealed a relieved smile. He touched little Su Ming'an's head with his big hand, messing up his black hair: "Hey... kid, we worried for nothing. Let's go! Uncle will accompany you. Let's pass by the bakery and buy some bread. Those people should be hungry. Let's eat less tonight."
"good."
…
Su Mingan stood in the void, not understanding why he had to see this.
His eyes sometimes lingered on these images, and sometimes stared blankly in the direction where Wuyi had just disappeared.
Obviously in the "long" world game, I can hardly remember these things.
Clearly, he had already prepared himself to become the World Tree, and he calmly walked towards death, deceiving himself into forgetting his attachment to life.
Obviously nothing can be changed.
The future is clearly already determined.
Why.
Why do we need to recall these pasts of ourselves as “human beings”, these remaining desires?
When he was joking with Yingsu, he thought he had completely accepted this ending, and he didn't even feel sad, and his heart was only peaceful. Until this moment, he suddenly had shortness of breath.
Suddenly things got out of control.
It was like a tightly closed valve was suddenly opened, or like a person buried in the sand suddenly crawled up and took a deep breath. He covered his throat, half coughing, half gasping.
...He really missed these people, things and objects.
He really wanted to go back to that little home.
"... Noel Akinni. You win." He was crying, but his expression remained calm:
"I really don't want to accept this. I really want a better ending."
"I am indeed greedy, and I am indeed not satisfied with being an eternal tree."
"So, what else do you want to show me? Something other than awakening my desire?"
"The ending cannot be changed. You and I both know it. There will only be next time. Next time I will..."
The scene before my eyes continues.
…
In order to give Su Mingan a "better life" - a "better life" where he can have enough food to eat and pay his tuition, Zhao Zhuozhong threw himself into the scorching sun and dust.
He does everything, like a silent and hard brick, moving wherever he is needed, carrying steel bars, pulling carts, serving dishes, running errands... he does everything.
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