At 10:08 a.m., Shaoshan North Station.

Wei Wencang carried his schoolbag and pushed the door to get out of his father's "Volkswagen POLO" car.

The trunk of the sedan bounced off, and he walked briskly to the back of the car, struggling to lift a large, heavy black suitcase and put it back on the ground.

Leaving the driveway with his suitcase in his hand and stepping into the marble-paved North Station area, Wei Wencang turned his head and quietly listened to his father's chatter about taking the high-speed train before leaving.

He remained silent, motionless, as if he were a lifeless dead tree stump in the soil.

The mobile phone bell "Sweet Honey" rang leisurely, his father answered the phone, during the conversation, his face gradually changed from relaxed to solemn, as if there was something urgent, only had time to say to Wei Wencang hurriedly "pay attention to safety", and the fragile connection between the two was cut off.

The short parting is just like a cold-toned movie screen silently switching, as light as boiled water that has been cold for a long time.

Wei Wencang didn't do the signature waving of the son of an ordinary family, and he didn't throw himself into his father's arms like a daughter from an ordinary family, and said a lot of soft words about his attachment to him.

My father was used to all of this, and he didn't think anything was wrong.

The four windows of the Volkswagen Polo sedan slowly close like blades, and the four wheels slowly begin to rotate like old cows.

Wei Wencang stretched his gaze and watched his father's car move out of the straight lane with the traffic in front of him, with a blank expression.

He still didn't say a word of goodbye.

His father was a successful man and is now the assistant manager of a medium-sized printing and dyeing company. His mother was a successful housewife before she applied for a job as a cleaner at a school.

In the past, my father and mother were just the proprietors and proprietress of a small shop, and their business was cold and they owed a lot of debts, and not only that, but they quarreled all day long over trivial things.

When Wei Wencang was in kindergarten, he received a call from his father from the teacher.

"Wen Cang, Dad is going to divorce your mother, who are you with?" Father's accent was a little heavy, snorting and panting, sounding drunk.

At that time, the ignorant Wei Wencang was already roughly able to understand the meaning of the word "divorce", and he felt that something on his body suddenly leaked like an hourglass, and that thing turned into a group of colorful butterflies, scattered, flying higher and higher, flying farther and farther, so high that he was frightened, far away from him.

Wei Wencang held back his tears, those five or six seconds of hesitation seemed to be centuries later, he thought, since it was his father who called first, he naturally didn't dare to disappoint him, so he said, follow Dad.

After a terrible silence, his father comforted Wei Wencang and hung up the phone.

Whether to say lucky or unlucky, Wei Wencang's words determined his father's final stay. Because of this momentary touch, his father gave up the idea of divorce and continued to live with his mother until now.

But it seems that they are born with incompatibility, and the quarrel between them still has no intention of stopping, a small quarrel a week, and a big quarrel a month has almost become an inevitable rule for the two.

As he grew older, Wei Wencang's personality became more and more introverted and sensitive, and when his parents quarreled, he didn't dare to persuade him at all, but dared to lie on the bed in his room while crying and kicking the quilt frantically and whimpering.

His father was a very good man, he repaired the damaged electrical appliances at home, he went through the ups and downs of life, accumulated rich experience, and when he was young, he did almost any work, suffered all hardships, and suffered all humiliations.

In a word, it can be summed up: a manly man, he can bend and stretch, he can advance and retreat, he can be soft and hard, he can go up and down!

In fact, my mother is not bad, she is responsible for cooking, washing clothes, washing dishes, mopping the floor, etc., but it is difficult for people to listen to cruel words, and she is competitive, and she loves to tell her father to the end when she quarrels - my father even suffered from a slight mental illness because of this, and was hospitalized and had his left lung removed, but he never smoked......

If the quarrel between the parents is an indirect factor that causes Wei Wencang to be introverted and autistic, then the long-term school bullying is the culprit.

Since kindergarten, Wei Wencang has often been the target of bullying and teasing by boys and girls.

He was congenitally weak and couldn't distinguish the colorful patterns of the physical examination, and he couldn't say what the doctor meant every time he changed the card, and then the doctor got impatient and wrote "color blindness" on his physical examination form in two scribbled words.

At the age of seven, a tumor removal operation on his neck caused him to suffer from needle and blood phobia, and when it came time to take blood during the physical examination, his head was dizzy, his eyes were white, his hearing was blocked, and he shook when he walked, and he escaped a walking corpse.

These two shortcomings were all reasons for his classmates to ridicule him, they thought it was funny, and there was nothing more superior than ridiculing the defective.

In their eyes, Wei Wencang is an outlier with complete facial features, and there is nothing more rewarding than ridiculing the introverted, in their hearts, Wei Wencang is a stupid sheep who can't melt into the wolves in wolf skin.

However, compared to the substantive and purposeful bullying that Wei Wencang suffered in junior high school-

During the exercise, they pushed him and bumped into the female classmate in front of him.

When the team was in physical education class, they picked his school pants and caused him to tense his nerves from time to time.

At the end of class, they followed him to the toilet to peep, and then used foul language to vividly describe the appearance of his intimate parts and tell the class.

When it was his turn to wipe the table for lunch, they poured all the leftovers on the table.

When he left the school gate after school, they intercepted his bicycle on the road, took his school bag, stared at him with wide eyes, and did not give him half a meter to ride......

These vain words are nothing.

In those three years, wherever he went, they followed him unabated.

In those three years, he was full of angry blood in his heart more than once, and more than once imagined the scene of slashing people with a knife in his mind.

It's a pity that he still gritted his teeth and restrained himself, and reason unwillingly took the upper hand. He tried to ask teachers and parents for help, but they later provoked even more frenzied retaliation.

Wei Wencang didn't understand how he endured the three full years with his anger, could it be that the transition period from kindergarten to primary school paved him up enough to endure bullying?

They have excellent grades, they are good at fighting, and they have a lot of energy in the class, Wei Wencang can't fight them in any way, not to mention that he keeps to himself and doesn't want to mix anything, in the end, he can only be forced to humiliate himself and become a weak person who doesn't know how to resist desperately, but only knows how to curl up and be beaten.

It's the rush hour.

The loud and loud sound of horns instantly drowned out the sound of cars coming and going, and the warm breeze blew, and the micro-particles harnessed the wind to unscrupulously break through the barriers of the eyelashes and pierce someone's dull pupils.

Wei Wencang took off his silver-white glasses with metal frames, rubbed his moist eyes, took out a crumpled tissue from his jeans, sighed on the lenses, wiped them a few times, put them on again, laughed at himself, and then pulled his suitcase and walked to the North Gate ticket hall of the high-speed rail station.

The five self-service ticket machines were overcrowded, Wei Wencang's heart sank, he didn't like crowded places, in order to speed up the speed to catch up with the sparse flow of people, he deliberately sacrificed lunch time to book tickets online - the result is still like this?

Helpless, Wei Wencang had to silently choose a team with a slightly smaller number of people than the other four columns to wait, and there was actually more than one ticket sales location, but he didn't bother to transfer.

Wei Wencang wondered if this group of people was going to buy a boxed lunch to eat on the high-speed railway, and in a trance, he suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere around him.

The huge ticket hall, the left side is crowded with lifeless passengers, the other side on the right side is empty, the three self-service ticket machines placed there are all in a black screen state, and further to the right, there is no window for manual ticket service.

This is not the first time he has come to the high-speed rail ticket hall, according to common sense, the ticket hall should open such a window.

"Why is it so quiet?" Wei Wencang muttered.

After more than ten minutes of suffering, as soon as the high-speed rail ticket was printed, Wei Wencang pulled his suitcase and quickly squeezed out of the queue, out of psychological effect, he didn't want to stay in this strange place for a moment.

The crowd crowded in like a tumbling wave from the door, and it happened to crash into the moment when Wei Wencang went out.

Wei Wencang struggled to shuttle through the waves formed by the crowd, and inadvertently, he vaguely glimpsed the faces of these people as if they were covered with frost, exuding the yin qi that no one could approach, and the corners of his mouth were even more awkwardly curled with a strange smile like freezing points.

"Wait a minute, little brother!"

After more than 20 steps into the ticket hall, Wei Wencang seemed to hear someone calling him, he couldn't help but shudder, turned around in horror, and saw an aunt who was weathering the wind and rain, wearing simple clothes, and looking at something left and right.

"Well, just ...... Are you calling me?" Wei Wencang relaxed his nerves and took three steps forward, thinking that he had finally met a normal person.

"Well, ah, that's the case, my aunt came from out of town in a hurry and wanted to take the high-speed train home, but the change on her body was spent, and now she urgently needs fifty yuan to buy a ticket, you see if you can borrow me first, and when I get home, I will pay you back twice as much as I can." She smiled sheepishly, her eyes pleading and sincere.

"That's—" Countless thoughts suddenly flashed through Wei Wencang's mind.

Do you want to refuse? No, if you do this, your conscience will be uneasy, and you will not be able to sleep well. But what if she's a liar? No, this is a high-speed rail station, there is such a large flow of people, and there are police, the liar shouldn't be so bold, right? Not to mention that she is still a woman, and this kind of look doesn't look like it's pretending.

So, Wei Wencang took off his schoolbag, unzipped it, and pinched a fifty yuan from a black glasses case containing banknotes and coins.

He chooses to believe because he believes that the most basic trust between people in society is needed, and when strangers encounter difficulties and need help, if others can do their best to help each other without hesitation, such a society can be regarded as a beautiful society in the true sense.

If no one is willing to do so without hesitation, China's traditional morality will stagnate in the same place, unable to carry forward, and this society will never reach the so-called ideal state.

The aunt took the banknote, glanced at the glasses case that Wei Wencang put in the schoolbag, and thanked her again and again: "Thank you, thank you very much, I missed mentioning it just now, I also have a younger sister, and she also needs a high-speed rail ticket." ”

"Ahh

"I mean, I have a sister who also needs a high-speed rail ticket. ”

Knowing what his aunt meant, Wei Wencang hesitated slightly, unloaded his schoolbag again, took out the last fifty yuan denomination of the remaining black glasses case, shook it in front of her, and confirmed, "Do you want to give you another fifty?"

"Yes, thank you, little brother. The aunt clutched the banknote, her eyebrows could not be covered with joy, and she said with a smile.

Wei Wencang nodded symbolically, turned around and was about to leave, without the slightest drag.

He remembered that in junior high school, there was a special donation for the earthquake-stricken area, and the classmates all donated a few coins or five or ten yuan, and he was the only one in the class who foolishly donated 100 yuan.

Before school, the head teacher called him to the office and asked curiously, he replied that it was his own decision to donate 100 yuan, and the money was asked by his parents.

Later, this incident did not set off any waves, and no one knew what kind of struggle Wei Wencang went through at that time.

He is usually very frugal with his money, and he will only be extra generous when he helps others, and he will take out a hundred yuan for nothing, and it is false to say that he is not distressed.

In addition to the meal card that must be charged every week in high school, he was not willing to use 100 yuan until he graduated from high school, but he easily paid from that junior high school donation without asking for the slightest return.

Are all good deeds like this? so unwilling, so unpleasant...... He forgot that he was not a philanthropist, not a great man, not a savior, just an ordinary student, just an average student whose family conditions were average in the eyes of the wealthy, and whose academic performance was in the eyes of the teacher!

"Hey, leave the phone number, so I'll transfer it to you after a good job. Auntie beckoned.

Wei Wencang stopped, patted his head, and thought: I was really dizzy, I didn't leave the phone, fortunately my aunt reminded me, otherwise the hundred yuan would be wasted.

……

The elevator rose to the top, Wei Wencang walked to platform 3 according to the position indicated on the ticket, and waited quietly outside the yellow line.

Suddenly, the railroad tracks shook violently, and the G7543 "Hope" train was like an armored dragon, brutally breaking into everyone's retina, and gradually aborting its expedition in the sound of long bagpipes.

The doors of the carriages were neatly moved to the right, ready to go, and passengers from all over the country rushed out.

Sitting in the right seat, the pleasant radio start word sounded, listening to the sound of the high-speed train moving at a constant speed, Wei Wencang looked at the fast-moving scenery outside the car window, and the scenery under his eyes was also flashing rapidly.

He suddenly had the illusion that he was sitting in a time-space machine that traveled through time, and everything in the world turned into beams of colorful light, rapidly moving away from him, including what he wanted and what he didn't want, all disappeared into drifting ashes.

This is an unknown journey full of hope, but Wei Wencang's mood is warm and comfortable.

It feels good to help people.