It was hazy in the night, and there was a figure walking alone along the street with a guitar on his back.

Zhiyuan and Lin Qing and their group parted ways.

In the end, he still didn't go with them.

He wants to be alone, quiet.

It’s not that he disliked their residences for being simple, but that he couldn’t stand the gaze of those people.

After the incident at the cold drink stall, the group of people looked at him like monsters.

They didn't expect that the seemingly gentle boy would be so cruel when he started to fight.

There is admiration in their eyes, but many of them are afraid.

If that's the case, why bother to live together?

It's good to be alone.

As for that job, go and see it first. Do it if you can. If you can't do it, Zhiyuan believes that if he is good at it, he will not be able to find a job.

Besides, he didn't come to work.

At this moment, Zhiyuan was thinking a lot about the words of those young men.

That word of barbarian kept wandering in his ears.

This is undoubtedly very harsh to Zhiyuan!

Even the policeman who recorded confessions to Zhiyuan said that Guizhou was poor and bad. In the end, he realized that something was wrong and did not say the unruly.

This is not a problem of xenophobia, nor is it just a problem of that group of people, but a general self-righteous arrogance and prejudice.

In the general consensus, the southwest is not only poor and backward, but also a gathering place for a group of barbarians in the mountains.

In their eyes, the people there are foolish, dirty, and affect the cityscape.

They have ignored it, that is, in their eyes, these foolish people, who have gone far away and separated from their families, provide cheap labor for those civilized people who think they are superior to others, and indirectly drive economic prosperity.

They have ignored it. They stood in the spacious and bright skyscrapers, made up of these dirty people in their eyes, made of sweat and tears.

How ironic it is to step on other people's blood and sweat, point out the world, say that others are ignorant and dirty, and build a high wall of your own civilization.

Zhiyuan went to Beijing, from Beijing West Railway Station to Beijing Station, it was not the first time he heard such words in just over ten kilometers.

Zhiyuan clenched his fists, feeling sad and weak.

He thought of a news.

In the UK, there is a young couple who are wearing strange clothes and dyed their hair colorfully. When they pass by a park, they are beaten up by a group of young people.

There are many so-called civilized people, wearing suits and ties, gentlemanly and indifferent from the side.

In the end, the couple was beaten to death.

After the police arrived, after investigation, the couple found that they were clean and innocent, but they were dressed in different clothes, that's all.

And the group of murderers were released after being imprisoned for a while because most of them were underage.

And their parents not only did not apologize at all, but also said that the child was still young...

Zhiyuan's view is that they were not killed by that group of people, but by the so-called mainstream consciousness and universal secular prejudice.

There is no such thing as it is because they are not mainstream and they look not good people.

In the subconscious, they are aliens, and they deserve to die!

This is terrible because most people agree with this and think that there is nothing wrong with it.

Just as the world sees the southwest, it is synonymous with poverty and ignorance.

Drinking other people's blood to nourish yourself, he said that these people are dirty... This is civilization.

And these so-called civilized people account for the vast majority.

They never ask the facts or mention the fundamentals. They only know how to follow the crowd and push people from the commanding heights of morality into the abyss of endless disasters.

All because others are different from most of them, and they are sinful and taken for granted.

"People should respect and love themselves, and strive for self-improvement!"

Zhiyuan remembered what his mother said, and he couldn't change the current situation.

However, Zhiyuan believes that one day, people will change this prejudice.

This is a painful process and you have to endure it.

Only when one respects and loves oneself, strives for oneself and becomes stronger, can others look at each other differently.

Unconsciously, Zhiyuan sucked out a cigarette and lit it.

The smoke lingered, and his sorrow gradually dissipated with the wind.

Only then did Zhiyuan realize that he liked cigarettes more and more.

This is indeed a good medicine to relieve sorrow.

At this time, Zhiyuan remembered the words of the deputy director. Their director actually wanted to see him.

Zhiyuan smiled bitterly and shook his head hard.

He couldn't hear that the deputy director praised their director very much and praised them.

That's a young hero!

He also wanted to know such people, but he didn't want to go to the police station anymore. Zhiyuan was instinctively repelled there.

"Forget it, I will meet you if you have the chance!"

Before he knew it, Zhiyuan came to the entrance of a hotel, not far from Beijing Station.

After opening a room, Zhiyuan took a shower, lay on the bed, looked at the ceiling, and was stunned.

He missed himself, a gentle woman as gentle as jade.

I still remember that once he walked into the piano store, he remembered that she smiled so beautifully.

She taught him step by step for the first time to touch the guitar.

Eight years passed by, and he grew up and she became more beautiful.

She gave him her body and gave him a watch.

She said that with time, you will know the direction. With direction, you will not forget where the roots are.

Her words were full of concern and encouragement.

He still remembered that her hands were very light and soft, like the spring breeze.

"Sister Xiaofang, take care of it!"

Zhiyuan closed his eyes and fell asleep.

...

The night is deep and quiet.

When a ray of morning light broke through the dawn, the distant sky began to turn white, and the lazy and wandering white clouds gradually turned red. Then, a rising sun rose from the east, and she was like a shy girl, and her red glow illuminated the earth of Beijing.

It's dawn.

In front of a window, the wind was floating, and the curtains were gently patted, making a puff sound.

Zhiyuan suddenly opened his eyes.

I glanced at the watch and it was already seven o'clock.

When I opened the curtains, a ray of sunlight shone on his face, it was very hot.

The sun in the sky has gone from red to white. At this moment, it is like a charming young woman, dazzling.

Here, it was too early to dawn and the sun was already rising.

"Sister Xiaofang, thank you!" Zhiyuan bent down and kissed the luxurious watch gently.

What he didn't know was that this watch was not only a gift she gave him, but also a sustenance of her hope.

After washing up, Zhiyuan walked out of the hotel with his luggage and guitar on his back.

He was at nine o'clock.

I originally wanted to buy some breakfast, but immediately thought of the fight last night. Zhiyuan gave up the idea and bought a bottle of milk casually. After drinking it, he walked into the back room.

"Wow, Brother Yuan!" As soon as I found a seat to sit down, a familiar voice came.

This is a teenager, as big as Zhiyuan.

Isn’t this boy the one that Zhiyuan helped him stand out last night?

His name is Liu Dalin.

He looked at Zhiyuan and was very excited.

"Yeah!" Zhiyuan nodded slightly, without saying much.
To be continued...