Since losing my sight five years ago, I have gradually learned and gotten used to living alone.
I often fantasize about what it will be like one day in the future when I see the light again, but I have long known in my heart that it is just a dream.
Several doctors have given me a death sentence for my eyes.
This should be how it goes in the future, I thought at that time.
I didn't give up on life, I just lost my passion for life, until that day, someone suggested that I adopt a guide dog.
They were busy working on this matter, and I couldn't refuse their kindness. Perhaps in order to add more excitement to my boring life, I agreed to their idea.
I was lucky and successfully received a guide dog.
To be honest, for a blind person, it would be a little scary to suddenly be alone in a room with a dog, not to mention that it is not small.
I'm afraid of it barking, afraid of it biting me, afraid of it making a mess in the house.
But unexpectedly, it didn't have the problems I imagined, and got along very well with me.
I have never seen such a smart dog. It can lead the way, pass things, and never complains.
Like me, it likes silence. When nothing happens, it will lie down by my legs and let me stroke it. It is so well-behaved that no one can fault it.
It is like my child, more like my friend. It seems to understand my joys and anger, as well as my hidden unhappiness.
I often wonder if I had a child, whether he would be so well-behaved.
After getting along for a while, I found that I couldn't live without it. In order to get along better, I randomly named it - Panda.
From that moment on, my world for the past five years was no longer pitch black, but had a faint light. I had the courage to chase it, and I no longer hesitated every step I took.
I know that not everyone can accept dogs. Although Panda is a trained guide dog, in the eyes of many people, he is not special.
A dog is a dog.
I also understand this. Pangda brings convenience to me, but it may cause trouble to others, so I try not to affect others.
Occasionally when I go to a restaurant to eat, I will ask if I can bring guide dogs in. Some restaurants agree, and some don't. Even after entering the restaurant, I occasionally hear dissatisfied voices.
I would feel aggrieved, but Panda would not.
Even if sometimes I am driven away as soon as I sit down, I feel disappointed and angry, but Panda is different. It quietly acts as my eyes, but it does not carry my mottled heart.
Fortunately for me, the city where I live allows guide dogs on buses.
Considering that some people are afraid, I rarely ride in the car. Even when I need to get in the car, I will put a muzzle on Panda. I know it is uncomfortable, but it still lies beside me quietly, like a
Sensible child.
The days go by like this, and my life is no longer boring. Although there are no waves, it also makes my heart full of life.
Until that day.
I took Panda into the car again. After a brief silence, there were whispers in the car as always.
I know they are talking about me and Panda.
But I'm used to it.
A kind person took me to an empty seat at the back. I thanked him and took my seat. Panda sat obediently at my feet and kept quiet.
The car started to move, and the sound in the car gradually became smaller, and only the sound of the car could be heard.
I didn't sleep well the night before, and I quickly became sleepy. In my daze, something happened.
I woke up with a start and heard a child's cry, the comments and curses from everyone in the car, the noisy footsteps, and the crashing in my ears.
Panda's body was trembling. I couldn't see anything, but I knew it was scared and someone was beating it.
I yelled crazily and waved my fists randomly at the air. At that moment, my mind went blank. I couldn't see other people's expressions or hear those voices. I knew that I looked like a madman.
The car had stopped long ago, and someone got on the car to maintain order at the scene.
When everyone calmed down, I heard someone say: "Your dog bit someone, a child."
Are you kidding me?
My body seemed to be struck by thunder, and I felt like I heard the most ridiculous joke. I said loudly: "Didn't you see the muzzle on its mouth? How could it bite anyone! Besides, it is a guide dog, so it can't
Attack people!”
"Sorry, sir, it seems the muzzle broke free," the man said.
"Impossible!" I couldn't believe the answer at all and shouted at the top of my lungs.
There was constant chatter in the carriage, and a man kept accusing me and Panda. He was the boy's father.
"A dog is a dog, and it will bite people when it should bite."
"Yeah, if you can't see it, don't get in the car with your pet. How dangerous it is."
I opened my mouth, and my expression gradually became dull.
The noisy carriage seemed to have become quieter.
In a trance, I seemed to be holding Panda, distanced myself from the world and the crowd, and walked to a remote and dark corner.
They are incompatible, like two different species.
This matter was handled quickly, and I was at an absolute disadvantage. I didn’t even remember how the matter was resolved that day, and I got out of the car in a daze.
Not long after, Panda passed away.
It was so quiet that it didn't make a sound even when it was punched or kicked. It was so quiet that I didn't even know it was so seriously injured.
The last journey I walked with it was when it took me home.
The faint light dissipated and my world became dark again.
I don't know how to make those people pay the price. Panda is already dead, and there seems to be no point in pursuing them.
A friend who was busy at work came to see me. He went straight to the point and asked me if something had happened. I was a little confused and grieved. I didn't tell anyone about this. There was no reason for him to know.
"I saw it on the Internet, saying that a vicious dog hurt people in the car. Many people were scolding the dog... I recognized that person as you."
"Panda is a guide dog, different from ordinary dogs." I corrected.
The air was quiet for a moment, and I asked him to tell me what the post said and what the comments said. He hesitated for a long time before he was willing to read it out.
The post contains highly personal remarks and is highly misleading. I don’t know if the person who posted it has seen the true nature of the matter.
There were all kinds of comments, rational, extreme, crazy, and even extreme. He read them carefully, for fear that I would go berserk the next moment.
But I didn't.
If Panda really made a mistake, I am willing to accept these criticisms for it. Sometimes it is good not to see it, at least not to see too much malice in the world, and not to taste the soft knife of verbal criticism.
But my mind quickly changed.
A few days later, someone came to visit.
She claimed to be a passenger on the bus that day and a dog lover. I thought about it and realized that her voice did sound familiar. She seemed to have spoken to me that day.
But maybe her voice was too soft, and it was drowned in the sound of crusade.
Next, she told me a completely different truth than what everyone knew.
Many people didn't pay attention to what happened that day, but she happened to notice it.
It was the boy who recklessly took off Panda's muzzle, and then Panda just opened his mouth and frightened him so much that he started to cry.
Then the boy's father yelled that vicious dogs were hurting people, and got several people to beat Panda, causing him serious injuries and even death.
This is the truth.
Yes, how could Panda's muzzle fall off so easily? How could it bite people if it was so obedient? I was so angry that I was shaking all over. I hated that man to death, but I was also a little confused.
He is a father. No matter whether the child is hurt or not, there is nothing wrong with protecting the child, but his behavior is too extreme.
Panda is dead, and it is useless to pursue him too much, but at least I can't let it continue to be smeared.
I quickly called my friend and asked him to post a clarification. However, the post was drowned in countless abuses.
When the so-called truth is "fixed," all different voices sound like heresy.
The person who has raised the most doubts is a person named "Taiyi Zhenren", who was also the first to post to spread this so-called "truth."
According to "Taiyi Zhenren", he was one of the onlookers after the bus stopped. He learned about the incident from a passenger, took some blurry photos, and began to reveal the truth.
I asked my friend to check his address.
My friend is an Internet user. He hesitated and told me over and over again that it was illegal to do so, but he couldn't stand my insistence. He could only tell me the address and even took me on a trip.
He thought I wanted to explain this matter to "Zhenren Taiyi" face to face, but he was wrong.
There are more judges in the world.
They are high above, judging all sentient beings. With just a few words, they can move their fingers at will and decide whether a person is right or wrong.
I wanted him to taste what it was like to go from judging to being judged.
I began to familiarize myself with the route again and again, and started to stay at the site every day. This incident was gradually forgotten by everyone, but I did not forget it.
I planned all of this that you know, falsely accusing the guy of discriminating against blind people, accusing him of being extremely violent, and it doesn't even have to be rigorous.
Because I don’t need the law to judge him, but let what he believes in judge him.
That group of people don't need evidence to judge. They only need a few words to get the answer and determine whether a person is good or evil.
So……
What would happen if the events of their "trial" were reversed?
Of course not.
The Internet has no memory, and neither do they. Everyone is forgetful. When an incident fades away, they can stand high again and judge all sentient beings.
They have forgotten it, but the harm they have done to a person or even a family cannot be erased.
So I chose revenge.
Let the judge judge the judge, this is my revenge.
…
"This is my story."
Xiao Yinzhi smiled slightly, with relief and relief in his tone.
Lu Zhan and Xia Yuxi next to him looked at each other, shook their heads and said, "Mr. Xiao, I must admit that your story is very exciting, but there is one thing that I care about."
"you say."
"Do you know what date it is?"
"Of course it's two...two..." Xiao Yinzhi was confused by this question. He wanted to answer but was suddenly stunned, and his voice lost confidence. "Sorry, I can't remember clearly."
"So... where are you from?"
"I, of course I'm from..."
"Who are you?"
The third question came, but at this time, Xiao Yinzhi's mind went blank and he could only shake his head helplessly.
Lu Zhan was also helpless. Like Xia Yuxi who was stunned, it was also the first time for him to encounter such a thing——
According to reports, the blind man who called himself Xiao Yinzhi, who had been accusing him for most of the day, first appeared at the entrance to a D-level restricted area this morning.
This is second, the most bizarre thing is on the other hand...
