I nodded and motioned for him to ask. He paused and opened his mouth to ask, "What the hell is wrong with this city in your opinion?" Is it only when you are close that you can see clearly? ”

I shook my head: "If you get too close, you can't see the whole picture, it's just a leopard in the tube, you are a social commentator and you shouldn't ask me such a question." I've seen far more darkness than you know, so my answer doesn't make much sense. ”

"The answer is meaningless, life is also insignificant, and there will always be only interests." His worldview is constantly subverting at the moment, and his performance is very chaotic. I could have killed him now, but his appearance reminded me of my past.

I understand his pain, and everything you believe in becomes what you hate in an instant. For example, this is like Elder Tang in "Journey to the West", who has gone through 9981 difficulties, promoting Buddhism all the way, being compassionate, and benefiting all sentient beings. As a result, when you go to the west and find that the Buddha is eating human flesh and drinking human blood, what do you think Tang Seng will feel?

Of course, this is just an analogy, and a living example is right in front of me right now. He grabbed his hair, his mouth indistinctly inaudible. I guess the way he is now is because that benefactor of his hired a hitman to kill his favorite official.

Then he argues with his benefactor, tears his face, and lets him see the truth. He found the beauty he preached ridiculous, so his spirit died. It's more painful than letting him die outright, but as a killer, I'm not obligated not to know how to comfort him.

Suddenly he got up, went to the window, and opened it. The early morning wind blew in, and the smell of wine in the house faded a little. I couldn't help but take a deep breath, and before I could exhale it, the man in front of me suddenly jumped and disappeared in front of me.

That's right, he committed suicide by jumping off a building. I almost didn't take this breath. I have to say that witnessing suicide is also a very exciting thing, after all, there are only a few people in this world who dare to kill themselves.

But if you think about it, it's really reasonable, it's not that this kind of person deserves this kind of death. It's just that he has made too many passive choices so far in this life, and maybe this is the last time he wants to choose by himself.

When I went downstairs, there was already a crowd of people downstairs. In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer people like this who are trying to use their lives to awaken the conscience of the city. People naturally become numb after watching too much, except for talking about it after dinner, not many people will remember it soon.

I grabbed a bottle of wine from him upstairs and spilled it all the way downstairs to the intersection. May you no longer be afraid of being reincarnated again after you die. In this world, living makes people want to die in fear, and God knows what will happen when they die.

I didn't expect this order to be like this, how can I say it, it's going well. It's still early, so let's go get your hair cut. So I drove to the barbershop I frequented, and not long ago I took one of the owner's blades.

I don't often go because there is any special service here, or the owner is my old friend or something. If there is a reason, it is because this store is relatively deserted, and the owner happens to be a peer.

Not surprisingly, there were no other customers in the shop, so I sat in a chair and waited for the barber to cut my hair. She moved quickly, and pieces of hair fell. The profession of barber is very interesting, she is similar to Rose, and it is also a very fulfilling profession.

You know, it's not easy to design a decent hairstyle on a variety of people's heads. She never asked me what kind of hair I had to get a haircut, she just told me to sit down and dance with my hands.

She doesn't talk much, occasionally she talks to herself, it doesn't feel like she's talking to me, and naturally, I don't know how to pick up. This time, though, she asked an interesting question.

"Bar, have you heard?"

I nodded, and she motioned for me not to move, and then continued to ask me, "Have you been there?" ”

"I've been."

"Will there be a lot of people?" She continued to ask.

"I don't know, there weren't a few last night, but looking at the speed of transmission, there will be a lot of them tonight."

"Oh, you don't seem to be averse." The movement of her hands slowed.

"Why rejection." I'm a little weird.

"Why would you believe it without hesitation?"

Oh my God, it's just too much of a conversation. I seem to understand a little bit why she doesn't talk so much anymore. I smiled a little awkwardly: "Actually, I'm one of the partners, or shareholders, of that bar. That's it. ”

She listened to me, and the scissors in her hand stopped, and I felt a cool breeze in the back of my head. I was wondering what I would do if she stabbed me with scissors at this moment. I just stared at the barber in the mirror, but she just seemed to be looking down in contemplation.

But it's not very comfortable to be stared at the back of the head like this. After a long time, she began to cut my hair again and never spoke again, and I was secretly relieved and relaxed. Soon, cut it, wash it, blow dry, wash it shear and blow. When I finished paying and was about to go out, his voice came from behind me: "Can you go without drinking?" ”

I couldn't help but smile and didn't look back and said, "Of course." ”