After Yao Runzhao saw the information on the Internet, he ran around, paying attention to interviewing the victims.

He witnessed the death and funeral of the victims, he watched the other onlookers sigh or clap their hands, he silently searched, constantly trying to find temporary guilt and chagrin from the crowd.

"Many of their family members, after a long time, have forgotten the past, and some still remember it, they are unwilling to forgive those people, but in the end they have to bow their heads to reality and let go. ”

After Yao Runzhao finished a busy day, he knelt down in front of his desk at night, pushed away the messy notes on the table, and wrote in his diary seriously.

This diary was specially written by Yao Runzhao after Song Qiqi's accident, and now, he has recorded four or five hundred pages. The thick book is densely covered with handwriting.

Yao Runzhao's biggest feeling in the process of running is that all the victims have to forgive the reality in the end. The lucky people can still wait for the truth to be clarified, and after the truth is clarified, there is still a chance to turn over, and the unfortunate people are still being squeezed by the rumors, or, by the time the matter is clarified, they have already passed away.

Yao Runzhao has witnessed many people from indignation to numbness, and he has also seen the victim collapse in front of him, he sometimes really hates himself, hates his powerlessness, and hates the injustice of the world.

"I didn't, you believe me, I didn't, I really didn't......" A mentally disturbed woman kept climbing on the ground, pulling Yao Runzhao's trouser leg and begging bitterly.

The woman's hair was scattered, her hair was rubbed with saliva, stuck to her face, and puffed in her mouth, her eyes were obviously looking at Yao Runzhao, but her eyes were empty and had no focus.

She grabbed Yao Runzhao's trouser leg tightly, thinking that it was a subconscious move, her voice was mournful, but her expression did not change much.

"You wouldn't expect that she used to be a well-known elite leader in our company, demanding, and even meticulous in dressing. When the woman's husband saw the woman like this, he brought a towel over, squatted down, and wiped the filth off the woman's face little by little.

Yao Runzhao noticed that the woman was wearing professional clothes, although it was already dirty and messy, it could still be seen that she was capable before, but there were no traces of neatness.

Some time ago, coalitions of victims of feminism and child protection were formed one after another, along with laws introduced or amended by the state. As those alliances run around, more and more people begin to pay attention, understand, and join these alliances, once there are related things out, there will always be a large number of people who spontaneously pay attention to these things, defend the victims, and the victims can always be protected and compensated in the first time.

But although many people are talking about the harm of online public opinion violence, no one has ever been willing to stand up for these people in the first place, speak up for these people, find out the truth, or set up an exclusive alliance.

"Before, we did rights protection. The man wiped the woman's face while recalling Zhou Shiyi to himself. He looked at the smiling face, sighed, got down on one knee, and gently hugged his wife.

"Then, have you ever thought that we, the victims, would set up such a rights protection organization?" Yao Runzhao was opened by the man's words for a while, and with a flash of inspiration, he asked the man tentatively, and looked at him expectantly.

"No, it doesn't have to, and it can't be. After the man heard Yao Runzhao's words, his hand moved, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and the joy that flashed on his face was quickly covered by indifference, he politely refused Yao Runzhao's invitation, helped his wife back to the house, turned around, and made a "please" gesture to Yao Runzhao.

"I should have left you too, thank you for your attention. But in the future, we are fine, and we don't need to, and you don't have to worry about it. ”

Yao Runzhao watched the door in front of him "slam" shut, and a deep sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart. He stared at the dark door in front of him in a daze, the light of the cat's eyes disappeared for a while, and after standing silently for a while, he lowered his head in frustration and returned to his home, holding Song Qiqi, and did not speak.

Song Qiqi's mood that day was very stable, he didn't get sick, he was held by Yao Runzhao, his head rubbed against his chest, and his eyes were bright, like a clingy kitten.

"Qiqi, I think it's okay. I, even for you, will not give up. Yao Runzhao's chin rested on Song Qiqi's head, his fingers playing with her hair, and his low voice revealed firmness. He grabbed Song Qiqi's hand tightly and waited quietly with her, the two of them didn't say a word, each thinking about their own thoughts.

Yao Runzhao is a man of action in the end, just do what he says, after simply placing Song Qiqi, he wrote a draft all night, and after preliminarily drawing up a plan, he screened possible partners overnight with high interest, and then prepared his speech non-stop.

It was dawn, Yao Runzhao packed up everything he had prepared, sat at the table, stretched his waist tiredly, lay on the table with great expectations, took a shallow nap, and planned to start the establishment.

Yao Runzhao and Song Qiqi are victims of online violence, he knows their anger and helplessness, but he always feels that other victims must be the same as them, as long as there is that platform, they must be willing to join and let everyone hear their voices.

It's just that Yao Runzhao never expected that reality and dreams are not just opposites, a little bit of a difference. The more victims are, the more angry they are, the more hurt they suffer, and the more unwilling they are to come forward, and they would rather suffer losses than redress their grievances.

Yao Runzhao has visited countless people along the way, walked many roads, and has been rejected many times, and has even been ridiculed and attacked, with little gain and little gain, and even found that people who are often willing to stand aside with him are actually spectators who stay out of the way. And those who are really hurt, unless they have a particularly good financial ability, will reach out and help them, deal with them casually, and send them away.

What Yao Runzhao cherishes the most is those who are really willing to lend a helping hand, but those fellow travelers are really too few, too few.

Yao Runzhao was at the beginning, on the Internet Weibo, accidentally brushed Zhou Shiyi. Zhou Shiyi is also a victim in this kind of incident. Yao Runzhao later noticed that Zhou Shiyi's things had reversed, and he was secretly surprised by Zhou Shiyi's wisdom, and at the same time, he couldn't help but ignite his fantasies.

He has always felt that such a smart person, after understanding his own ideas, will definitely support him, understand himself, and be willing to join him, but he has no bottom in his heart, and with the attitude of giving it a try, he came to the door in a tone that is not allowed.

"Lu Yan, I really can't hold on here, otherwise I wouldn't be like this. ”

Yao Runzhao was unwilling that night, so he sent another message to Lu Yan, watching the mobile phone screen go dark, and his eyes also dimmed.

Yao Runzhao is reluctant to make a deal with Zhou Shiyi, it's not that he can't say it, but in fact, there are some things that I don't know where to start.