When I thought that things would end like this, today is another ordinary day. Repeating that sentence over and over again in a boring way, it seemed so powerless, just waiting for someone to change shifts and hurry to rest.

I heard some cries of surprise from the front again, and there was some commotion in the crowd. After a while, the rickety figure from before reappeared in front of my eyes, and he walked slowly towards the security checkpoint, and people avoided him.

Finally walked to our current level, walked to the fenced passage in front of the security machine, walked into the narrow one-person aisle, the captain asked me what was going on, I shrugged my shoulders and asked her to see for herself.

"Let me in?"

"Does he have a ticket?"

"Nope"

"Stop the person, make it clear to him, say that you need a ticket to go in, don't let him block the way. ”

I saw that the guy on the other side had been talking there, and he didn't mean to go up to stop him, and he was about to walk to the door frame of the security machine. The ticket inspector and captain kept motioning for us to go up and stop it, but no one wanted to go up. Not to mention that this person is too dirty and smelly, no one wants to approach, and everyone can see that this person is a little delirious, and he can't tell him clearly, and no one dares to approach. In case the other party starts to go crazy, should we fight back or not, and if the other side falls here, who will be responsible? All kinds of doubts and burdens make everyone stop moving forward and be afraid.

After reading it, no one planned to stand up in the end, so I had no choice but to climb over the guardrail and block in front of it.

"Hello, you need a ticket to go in, do you have a ticket? There is no wind, no ticket is not allowed to enter, I hope you can understand. ”

He handed me a flyer that he would give out with him when I bought a ticket at the ticket office, and some people would keep holding the flyer after they got it, and some would throw it away after looking at it.

"I'm sorry, this doesn't work now, it's a flyer, we need tickets, do you understand tickets?"

I pointed to the ticket gate, where there was a stack of tickets that had been checked. He stopped and looked at me as if puzzled, as if to ask me: why can everyone else go in, but I can't?

Is it because he doesn't have a ticket? Yes, he doesn't have a ticket. But if he does have a ticket, will he be able to get in? This time the answer is no. Even if he does have a ticket, we have all kinds of reasons to refuse him and not let him in: it's not okay to be disheveled. It's not okay if his body is too dirty and smelly, and the bag of stinky bottles and cans on his back is not good, and even the stick he has in his hand can't be brought in. After all, there are so many people in the exhibition. It is impossible for the organizer to let such a screw break a pot of soup, and for the sake of other people to have a good viewing experience, he can't go in anyway. For the sake of the masses, this is the reality.

He kept motioning for me to get out of the way, but I still didn't move, and kept motioning for him to hurry up and get out of the way, and the people around me kept pointing and pointing. I wouldn't get out of the way, he wouldn't back down and go back, and the situation was at a stalemate, with more and more people gathered around, and the gang at the ticket office called their leader over the walkie-talkie. Our captain called the leader of the security company over the walkie-talkie and asked him to come over to deal with it, and also called the patrol team over, as if he planned to take people away when the time came if they didn't leave.

He didn't seem to be impatient, and kept pushing me with his hand to make a gesture to go inside, but I still blocked with my arms in front of me, and no matter how much I pushed, I didn't take a step back. After that, he seemed to be annoyed and slapped my hand a few times, and even raised his cane to hit me. I was still on the defensive and didn't dare to fight back. Whether he is sane now or not, at least I'm sane now. He may have nothing to do with him beating me in the end, but as soon as I fought back, it was a big problem, and there were so many people around the neighborhood that many people even took out their mobile phones to take pictures. If I think that if I fight back, maybe tomorrow's headlines will be a certain auto show event, where the security guards will beat people, and they will use their hands to expel homeless people, and all kinds of headlines will come when they hear the wind, and how they will be fired, and who will care about the truth of the incident?

Many people in the back told me to pay attention carefully and protect myself, and I could hear the meaning of the captain's words: not only let me do a good defense, but also let me keep my sanity at all times, don't fight back, I can't get hurt myself, and the other party can't be injured.

In the end, I still pulled my clothes, I can only pray that the company will send a set of clothes, the quality is not so bad, every minute and every second is torment, everyone else is standing by, no one dares to come up, they are afraid of getting into trouble, this thing should not be carried by me, I only have a salary of 80 yuan a day, it is necessary to work so hard? But since you stand up, you have earned it, on the cusp, you can only grit your teeth and persevere, I can only hope that the leaders will not appear like in the movie, always after the matter is over.

Just when I felt like my clothes were about to be torn, the saviors seemed to have finally arrived, and after the eight men from the patrol came behind me, I immediately looked for an opportunity to jump aside and let them deal with it, which they were supposed to do.

Well, they didn't do anything, they just put their shields in that column, and they could only stand there to form a human wall and block people. And he didn't speak as softly as I did, and kept warning the man to hurry up and get out of the way, or call the police to arrest him. Although the other party may not be able to understand what they are saying, they are also frightened by the posture of their people, and they don't dare to step forward again, so they just stand there and don't leave.

In the end, the leaders came belatedly, went up to understand the man's affection, talked a lot of things reasonably, and asked people to give it, and asked people to bring some food and water.

It seemed that the matter was settled like this, and I didn't look any further, and then went to the bathroom to wash my arms and clothes. I don't want to show up again until it's over.

By the time I returned, the man had moved to the shade next to him, eating there, and the patrolmen were watching from a short distance, as if they were going to wait for him to leave. There was a long queue at the security checkpoint again, and everyone checked the tickets, the security checks.

The leaders of the security company and the person in charge of the venue spoke there, and when they saw me, they praised me, and said a few polite words that would give me a bonus or something. And let everyone learn from me, stand up at critical moments, don't be afraid of difficulties, face problems or something, chirp and say a lot.

The buddy opposite me came over to say hello to me, sorry that he didn't know what to do in that situation at that time, so he didn't get on, admired me for daring to go up and block people immediately, and didn't fight back after so many blows, praised me a lot, and other people also sent good goods, I know what they mean. I didn't say anything, it's normal for people! This kind of thing is not in the limelight, if you can not stand up, you will not stand up, everyone is here to eat, there is no need to take so big risks.

When the evening was disbanded, the leader sent me to the West Gate, changed another person to the East Gate, and specially told me that the East Gate was too tired and asked me to go to the West Gate to rest and rest. I know that I have made too much "limelight" at the east gate this afternoon, it is a diversion, and the west gate is hidden in a small place, which is also exactly what I want, anyway, the place with fewer people is easier, and the leaders will not often go there to check the post, and there will not be so many things if there are fewer people.

As for the wanderer who everyone calls a madman today, he has been forgotten by everyone, and no one will mention it again except for jokes and jokes after dinner. As for his whereabouts, life and death, who cares? This issue is not in my hands, those who can manage it can't be controlled, why do I care so much, I can't even support myself, I still care about where to eat for dinner, what to eat!