The first impression of Haikou Chinatown on the cloth is: beautiful. Whether it's a huge transparent glass stage suspended in the atrium, a lavish indoor music fountain, or a huge home-brewing beer equipment in an island bar. In the heart of Bu Shang, the people in the Chinese city are full of interest, but it is better to say that they are full of passion and dreams, full of healthy young people, just like themselves, all the cells of the body are blowing bright horns, about to set sail.

At the age of 28, in his second year at the newspaper, he began to go on a business trip to Haikou with the editor-in-chief who usually cared for him, to investigate the secrets of Chinatown. Like any young man, he was excited about the trip with hope and expectations for the future.

In retrospect, the editor-in-chief would hand over all the interviews to his subordinates as soon as he was on a business trip, and he would meet with everyone at dinner to understand the progress of the work and plan the next steps. The editor-in-chief let everyone do it, and everyone was quite motivated, but when everyone was in full swing during the day, the editor-in-chief was always mysteriously absent. However, at that time, the cloth was shining brightly, and he did not care about the whereabouts of the editor-in-chief, and even the confused mind never seemed to exist. Therefore, when the dark side behind the brightness was revealed, he was too bright to fight it, just like many young people who did not know anything about the world.

One day, having dinner in a crowded Chinatown seafood restaurant, the editor-in-chief showed an ambiguous smile on his face, put down his chopsticks and asked, "You should have been playing, right?

Seeing that Bushang was looking at himself with a puzzled face, and was expecting what to say, the editor-in-chief picked up his wine glass and stopped. Another colleague then asked, "How about it, let's go together, the nightclub on the second floor, there are all kinds of ...... Woman, let's go have a good time. ”

"I'm not going. ”

After pondering for a few seconds, he shuddered and blurted out. However, when he said that, he didn't know what to do. No longer look at the editor-in-chief and another senior. The editor-in-chief looked at the transparent and bright crystal lamps in the atrium and took a sip of red wine.

"Go ahead, I'd like to walk around. That being said, the shock of Chinatown's splendor was shattered in an instant and turned into a pile of decay. The editor-in-chief's words stabbed the nobility and holiness of the emotions that were cherished in Bushang's mind, as casually as when someone said to him, "You go find a lover", trampling on his obsession with having a woman who was unique and indispensable.

Although the darkness behind the gold and brilliance is under investigation, what did the leader who had been with him for a long time do when he said such a thing, and he was not present during the day? The editor-in-chief of the noble personality that he usually admired turned out to be the one who did such a thing, and Bu Shang suddenly felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, weakness. He said goodbye with difficulty.

Walking alone on the street, the boundary between dusk and night, the cloth is full of frustration and self-questioning.

The sky is so clean that a gust of wind can take it all, a rainstorm can wash everything away, and the whole world, the only turbidity comes from us humans.

Aren't we investigating the darkness in order to overthrow it?

Isn't it to cleanse the filth of the human heart when we write about it?

But why, are we part of the mud?

There is no doubt that we are parasites of this world.

Is the crystal-pure world I am looking for really non-existent anyway?

Whether it's them or the editor-in-chief, this world full of people in Wuyang and Wuyang is really not pure...

After the rain, the magnificent sunset covers half of the sky. He ran frantically to the sea. That night, for the first time, he saw the moon on the seashore.

On the zenith, thick and dense fiber-like clouds, the moon that surrounds and wraps around it, like a newborn baby being closely cared for, clear and clear, the silver-white sand, the rolling waves, and the long coastline are all shrouded in silver-white holy light. Bu Shang is determined to forget all the unhappiness of the afternoon for a while.

Barefoot in the quiet world, stepping on the soft sand, stepping on the rolling waves, he couldn't help but run around, kicking his feet hard, turning around in the water that didn't reach the instep, stepping on the water, imagining himself floating up and rising in the moonlight.

The whole world suddenly left only oneself, not feeling lonely, the only self and the inner passion, and the clear light of the moon into one. The beach is deserted, everything is quiet, only the tide of the sea rises and falls.

It was two o'clock in the middle of the night when I returned to the hotel, and my colleague, who was already drunk, came to tell me to rest and move freely today. When he went out, he kicked down the bag on the ground, which was a souvenir of the "Chinatown" sculpture given by the owner of Chinatown, one for each person, and on the day he first came, there was a bulging red envelope on the editor-in-chief's bag, and he put the red envelope in the bag and gave the bag containing the statue to the gatekeeper.

That night, Bu Shang wrote in his notebook...

In the scientific definition, the Zenith Moon is just a natural solid-state satellite that orbits the Earth, and does not emit light in itself, but needs to reflect the Sun to emit light.

What a fiery celestial body the sun is, hot, noisy, and noisy, with the power to rule everything.

And the moon, the moon that does not say a word, can use its strength to exude such a clear and calm power, so that all things present a peaceful posture and soothe people's hearts.

Clarity and clarity. The waves come and go, licking and licking the sand, echoing the clear glow of the moonlight for eternity. This eternal power of calm, I want her to be deeply rooted in my heart.

I thought I myself became the embodiment of purity, like the embodiment of the moonlight.

I want to use myself to protect the purity of this world, the moon that is like a newborn moon wrapped in the clouds.

If, as the editor-in-chief, I regard her as a plaything, I will do my part to the turbidity of this world, just as human beings are lazy, and sit on a chair and let fat accumulate freely, and do nothing so that one day everywhere they go will leave a puddle of oil that cannot be removed, which is tantamount to identifying with ugliness, conniving at ugliness, and living with ugliness;

But I am not uncommon, on the one hand it is all too easy, and on the other hand, I hate depravity and ugliness;

Even in this world of the jungle, I am regarded by meat eaters as a courageless, incompetent, innocent and harmless, fluffy little white rabbit, I resolutely cannot fall, I don't want to be a casual person, instead, I want to release the little white rabbit in my heart, let it hurt, let the world hurt. Even if I am covered in bruises, I want this little white rabbit to live forever with a clear will. This is my revenge on the world.

All in all, I'm going to sweep away the dirt, clean up the dirt.

At five o'clock in the morning, the cloth imagined the picture of a sweeping monk in a blue cloth shirt and robe, sweeping the door of the Buddha hall and falling asleep.

After returning from a business trip, the editor-in-chief did not make things difficult for him as he did on the cloth, but entrusted him with more work. Bu Shang tried his best to avoid the editor-in-chief, but soon, because of his inner relationship with the editor-in-chief, he was worried about his own careful eyes, and realized that the pure world that he had barely cared for twenty-eight years began to slowly crack.

Collapse, fall......

Gradually, he began to become reticent in front of his colleagues, but his seniors saw it as a sign of more maturity and stability, and they trusted him more and more.

In the horns of his own heart, he is even more speechless to himself and the world.

Two years later, the police took the editor-in-chief from the office. At that time, he was no longer angry with the former editor-in-chief, and he didn't even have the pleasure of revenge, he just didn't understand it many times. I heard that the arrest of the editor-in-chief was related to the economic crime of Chinatown on the island. Because of his outstanding business ability, Bu Shang was elected by his colleagues as the new editor-in-chief.