"Brother, we may all be wrong."
On a sunny morning in the office, I saw what it meant to be devastated by Bujea's face.
"It's not that she doesn't like me..." His voice dropped a little bit: "It's impossible for her to like anyone."
Next, Brea told me everything he saw in the black prison.
He saw someone crashing out of the wooden window of the thatched house regardless of life and death, and saw that the woman who should be at the top of his heart had her cheek scratched by a wooden strip, with blood flowing down her glorious skin;
I also saw a group of coolies who could not even be counted as human beings, with a brutal force that could almost tear down the house. They removed the door and rushed out barefoot and shirtless.
However, she was not afraid at all and ran towards the big boss Peng who was waiting outside the door.
Burea seemed to be immersed in the memory and said: "She walked up to the boss Peng step by step and asked..."
"Tell me, do you want to tell me that if you want to learn how to play politics, the first thing you need to do is not to believe anyone!"
Burea looked at me in disbelief: "She grabbed the big brother Peng by his shirt and almost picked him up..."
"At this time I saw a coolie behind her grabbing her hair and trying to drag her back."
I asked: "Did you take action?"
"It was not my turn and she grabbed my gun. I was able to react, but I didn't stop her. Then I saw her being dragged into the crowd."
"I'm scared."
I nodded: "Yes, she is a woman after all."
Bujea shook his head at me: "I'm afraid of my own indifference. When I saw this scene, I didn't even have the slightest impulse to rush over to save people!"
I froze for a moment.
Watching Burea slowly straighten his back.
"Then a gunshot was heard."
Boureat didn't describe the sound of the gunshot at all, but the gun seemed to ring in my ears, making me seem to hear the gunshot.
"I watched under the searchlight in the dark night as a coolie's body was penetrated by bullets and erupted into linear blood mist;"
"I watched several strong coolies fall down after gunshots were heard one after another from the crowd."
"I also saw Teacher Yu crawling out of the pool of blood without caring about anyone. Her clothes were torn, maybe they were torn by someone, and her hair was messy and disheveled. She just left the sight of the coolies without saying a word. Chasing anyone, turning a blind eye to everything, he walked up to Big Boss Peng and continued to ask 'Am I right?'."
"Those people who should have all died under her gun were ignored like ants that they didn't care about at all."
Brea paused here, and it took him a while to recall the details.
"She wiped the blood on her face with her hand, just like the paint I smeared on my face before carrying out the assassination mission..."
"Big Brother Peng seemed to be shocked by this scene and nodded, and responded with the word 'yes' in a dull manner."
"She threw back the gun in her hand and walked slowly towards the big man Peng's wooden house on the hillside."
"I saw dirty fingerprints all over her clothes from her back. I can imagine what this woman went through just now, but she didn't seem to care at all."
"Brother, do you understand? She doesn't care!"
"She doesn't know how to love anymore!"
I completely rejected Boureia: "Brother, you said the opposite. This woman is completely in love with power, and she is in love to the point where she can't extricate herself. She has no interest in people anymore."
Bourgea looked at me, motionless.
I could only explain again: "As the old saying goes, you can't live without being crazy. She is already possessed."
"Then I..." Burea wanted to ask, but I stopped him: "Stay away from him."
"When she comes out of the dark prison, everything she sees will become a tool for this woman to use. She will become the most powerful person, because only in this way can she realize her nightmare-like ideal."
Bujea sat on the sofa in my office, rubbing his face with his helpless hands.
At this moment, Xiaoxiao opened the door and walked in.
"Old Xu."
Xiaoxiao brought a suit over and said as she entered the room: "I just bought it for you, come and try it on." After entering the room, she felt something was wrong and glanced at Bureia and asked: "What's wrong? ?”
I described it in a low voice and asked: "Are there any little sisters around? Introduce one to my brother. The child is too lonely."
"I'm not a matchmaker." Xiaoxiao said very rationally: "Now, he is thinking hard about Teacher Yu. Even if I introduce him, the final result will be just holding the bowl and looking at the pot. When the time comes, , once people find out, I will not be human at all."
I took off my coat and threw it on the back of the chair. I teased Xiaoxiao and said, "Then introduce someone to me. I guarantee that your sisters won't find out."
"Get out!"
Xiaoxiao smiled and cursed. After putting on the suit for me, she reached out and patted my growing belly: "I remember when I first met you, you had no stomach?"
"No." I recalled and said: "At that time, I was working on the construction site and worked hard every day. Now I eat all day long and sit in the office every day. Can it be the same?"
"You two just cover me up!"
Burea stood up and walked out of the office. Xiaoxiao, who didn't understand the Northeastern dialect very well, asked, "What are we doing?"
"In the Northeast, the action of pinching your fingers backwards through the crack of the door is called 'covering'. Do you understand this time?"
When there was no one in the office, Xiaoxiao hugged my growing waist and leaned over me angrily: "Just cover it up!"
And I, at this moment, how can I think about you and me? While I am thinking about the situation of Bangkang, I also have to calculate whether the internal structure is sound. But I can't break the heart of the only woman who cares about me, so I can only pretend to hug her. She responded: "Okay~"
It's hard for men.
Not to mention the leader of a region or organization, it is already difficult to talk about an ordinary man who lives his life in front of others.
He had to endure the humiliation at work in order to protect his family, and he had to be looked down upon by his wife after putting in all his efforts. In the end, he failed to do well in his career, failed to manage the family well, and finally, his body collapsed.
The results of it?
Even if you have surpassed 99% of people and are just one step short of reaching the summit of Mount Everest, someone still has to say, 'How can others do it?'
Cheap or not!
As long as the laws are the same as they were in the 1990s, people's ideas are also the same as they were in the 1990s. It doesn't matter if you get into a fight, and there aren't that many people who want to get down on the ground and pick up their mobile phones to choose a car after being slapped in the face. Try again. !
The rule of law is getting better and better now, but people are getting more and more miserable as they live.
After returning to China, when I encountered a situation where express delivery was not delivered to my home and the takeaway was asked to be picked up downstairs, I actually began to be glad that I had vented in this hellish world. At the same time, I also understood why Lao Qiao was so unwilling. I like the rule of law.
But no, it's so happy to have grudges and grudges. (End of chapter)
