The young man told the mute his plan.
But the mute didn't care much after hearing this, "Does this make sense?"
He stared at the sky numbly. Under the cover of the overpass, it became extremely cramped.
"This society is rotten from its roots. Is there any point in doing these things? Can you really change anything?"
The young man stared at the mute silently for a while, then said softly: "I don't know, I just can't convince myself not to do anything."
The mute was stunned for a while, numbly retracted back to the corrugated board, and fell asleep again.
At night, the homeless people gathered under the overpass and shared the food they found.
Wormwood was burning in a fire not far away, and the misty smoke drove away insects and flies.
The young man mingled harmoniously with the homeless people, did not dislike the food they had eaten, and even took out a bottle of wine to share with everyone.
The mute was also given a cup.
When the young man handed the drink to him, he hesitated and took it.
Drinking one glass after another, the other wanderers gradually fell asleep under the summer heat.
Only the young man and the mute were left, drinking in silence.
The mute gradually became drunk, and he began to talk about the life story of a down-and-out man that he had told hundreds of times.
The young man listened quietly without saying a word.
The mute was already very familiar with this story, so he finished telling it at night.
After a brief silence, the boy also told a story.
What he tells is not the story of one person, but the stories of dozens or hundreds of people.
Among those people, there was a girl who was violated by her boss. The security guard didn't care and laughed at the girl, so the girl jumped off the building and committed suicide.
There are also elderly people who were defrauded of their pensions, but the security guards kept putting off the investigation because they thought it would be troublesome to investigate. The old man went to argue with them and broke his leg bone.
besides……
One story after another was told by the young man. His memory was so good that he never hesitated or forgot during the narration.
It was as if those things had been experienced by him personally.
The more the young man spoke, the brighter the light in his eyes became. The mute saw anger in it, as well as the sadness that he felt.
The mute was stunned by this, and he realized that this was what he wanted to see in the eyes of those reporters and writers.
After the young man finished telling the story, he looked at the mute and asked, "Are you willing?"
Are you willing? Is there anything else you wouldn't be willing to do? My life has been ruined anyway, so what’s the point of talking about it now? The mute thought numbly while holding the wine glass.
Seeing that he was silent, the young man asked again: "In other words, can you bear it?"
Can you bear it? The mute looked at the young man blankly.
The latter continued: "Can you bear to let this go on like this?"
"The child you saw running in the yard when you came home must remind you of your past self, right?"
"That child is still living in this terrible society, and there are millions of other children living in such terrible conditions."
"They may also experience the tragedy you experienced." The young man's tone was calm, but to the mute, it sounded like a question, "Have you really endured it?"
"I couldn't bear to stand by and watch that little boy whose parents died and was left alone when he was just a teenager."
The young man asked: "Have you really endured it?"
The mute was lost in thought for a long time, and in his numb eyes, there seemed to be a faint light coming to life.
The young man continued, with a hint of sadness in his tone, "I am also a very unlucky person, but I don't want to let myself become numb, because I feel that if I am defeated, I will not be able to bear all the bad things. Don’t ask anymore.”
"Then wouldn't I become an accomplice of this fucked world?" The young man's voice was low.
The mute half-opened his mouth, the corners of his lips trembling. He stood up unsteadily and said he was going to take a convenience.
He held on to the wall and walked out of the firelight, walked into the shadows, and covered his mouth to prevent the sound of whimpering from coming out.
Tears were streaming down his face, the tears washed away the numbness, and he felt his heart beating for the first time in a long time.
Early the next morning, the boy left his corrugated boards, water bottles and other things to an old homeless man.
He came to the mute and said, "I have to go, there are still many things to do. I hope you can live well."
The mute grinned and said, "Why didn't you ask me today?"
The young man was stunned for a moment, with a surprised smile on his face.
He stretched out his hand towards the mute and asked: "Are you a mute on Tianqiao? I have something to ask you. Are you free?"
The latter shook his hand back and said with a smile: "I'm not a mute on the bridge. My name is Fang Pingxi. Of course I'm free."
…
In the courtroom, Fang Pingxi concluded his statement.
His statement was more like telling a story than a standard trial statement, with more details and longer length.
But in the courtroom, no one interrupted him.
In the hearing room, some girls were already sobbing lowly, and the eyes of young boys were also red.
After listening to Fang Pingxi's story, representatives from all walks of life in Luzhou showed sadness and anger on their faces.
From time to time, they pierced Jiang Qingen in the dock with their sharp eyes.
Even the majestic old inspector was moved by it, but because of his status, he could only try his best to suppress it and did not dare to show it.
But his bulging chewing muscles revealed his inner unrest.
Fang Pingxi's life before today could be described as a complete tragedy.
The long-standing corruption of the Luzhou Public Security Bureau system can be said to be concentratedly reflected in him.
The tragedy that happened to him was caused by the corruption of the most basic law enforcement system.
It can be said that his life was ruined by the Luzhou Public Security Bureau system.
His personal experience is the most powerful accusation against the Sheriff's Department!
The old prosecutor banged his gavel, "The statements of the five witnesses have ended."
He looked at Jiang Qingen, "Representative of the Public Security Bureau, what do you have to say about the case alleged by these five witnesses?"
Jiang Qingen squeezed out a smile on his pale lips, "We will immediately launch an internal investigation into the cases of the first few witnesses, and we must give them justice! We will definitely punish the offending security guards!"
He swallowed, "But as for Fang Pingxi's statement, after all, the time span is too long, there are many specific details that are difficult to verify, the main party has also passed away, and there is a lack of evidence, so I suggest that we only investigate the case where he was beaten into a crime... "
Before he finished speaking, the hearing room was in an uproar.
"That's easy to say! It's not your life that is ruined by feelings, right?"
“It is recommended to set up a special task force to investigate the case of Fang Pingxi’s property being misappropriated!”
"To give Fang Pingxi justice is to provide a fair sky for future children!"
"..."
Jiang Qingen attracted a lot of curses. He shrank his neck and did not dare to speak anymore. The few strands of hair on his forehead were stuck together even more closely.
"Quiet!" The old inspector banged his gavel, and the crisp sound calmed down the commotion of the crowd.
