Then he fell silent again, as if to regulate the emotions that had just gotten out of control. I took a chair and sat across from him and waited for him to speak. After about five minutes, he spoke again: "Sorry Mr. Killer, uh, that's what I should call you." I nodded and didn't speak.

"Why did they kill me?" he muttered, as if talking to himself.

"I don't know, I'm just collecting money to do things, you should have an answer yourself. ”

"I don't know if I have time left, can you hear me say something. He looked up at me

"If you ask me, you have plenty of time, I'm not in a hurry, or I'm interested in your story. But I hope you've made a good point. I smiled kindly, hoping that he would think I was friendly too.

"It's been exactly 30 years since I came from the countryside to the city. At that time, the countryside was poor, not only financially, but also spiritually for all. People don't pay much attention to their children's education, they just send their children to school as if they were going through the motions, and they never expect their children to change their fate by reading.

But I like to go to school, I study hard, I want to learn, because I want to get out of there. I don't despise my origins, but one has to think something about oneself. I can't always fall into some kind of reincarnation of others, I'm not reconciled.

When I finally reached the age when I could work in the fields, my parents decided to let me drop out of school and go home, because the family had three more acres of land this year. I begged them to let me go to school, and promised them that I would get ahead and give them a good life.

To me it was a request for an oath, but in their eyes it was insignificant. I stubbornly carried my schoolbag to school, and they beat me and locked me in the house for three days. Finally, on the morning of the fourth day, my fate changed.

That morning I was clinging to the little tree in the doorway, and my dad was swinging his old fist at me, and it really hurt, and I cried loudly. Then a small car pulled up behind my dad.

At that time, cars were extremely rare, and my father stopped, and I stopped crying and just hugged the tree and sobbed. Two men in suits got out of the car, one of them stopped my dad, and the other came and picked me up.

They asked me what was going on, and I said I wanted to go to school, but my dad wouldn't let me. Dad said that the little rabbit cub was born to work, and there was a fart for school. So they said to me, "Uncle is sending you to school." I nodded like crazy. My dad seemed even angrier and said that if I went to school I would never come back. I ignored them and turned around and got into the car with them.

I thought it was the best decision I ever made. They didn't send me to the school, they took me to the school in the city. New clothes were bought for me, and I sat in the spacious and bright classroom, and I had a satisfaction that I had never felt before.

Later I learned that one of them was a city official, and another uncle came to pick me up every day, and he was the man's driver. For a long time, I thought of that man as if he were a father, and maybe saving me was just a gesture for him, but he was kind to me.

So I went crazy to study, I had excellent grades, I was excellent in character and learning, I wanted to repay that person, I wanted to tell my dad in person that he was wrong. And I'm madly adoring that guy. When I was in school, I loved to give speeches, I liked to debate, I liked people to agree with me, and getting affirmation was the most exciting thing for me.

I read a lot of books during my studies, and my opinions on many things became more and more convincing, and I was a shining presence in high school and college. At that person's suggestion, after graduating, I became a social commentator.

On TV and on the radio, I answer all kinds of questions. Although some of the questions are sharp, I can always use various allusions to calm all the problems. Because that person said that my existence is to make society stable and make people feel happy in life. I'm really trying to do it.

In fact, there are too many questions that make me haunted, and every time I ask that person, he says that the person who asked the question is too dark in his heart to disturb society because of a few people, and I believe in his words.

Until the day before yesterday, one of my favorite officials was assassinated, and as a commentator, I was concerned about it from the very beginning. I went to that person to find out what was going on and how to deal with the public opinion that might erupt next. Right at the door of his house, he once again turned my worldview upside down. ”

At this point he paused, as if still in some kind of shock. I coughed softly and asked, "Who is that person in your mouth?"

He smiled miserably: "If you don't know, forget it, just be a character in a story." His identity is meaningless to the present, it can't affect the beginning, and it can't change the ending.

Mr. Killer, I only found out yesterday that the world was like this, and I only knew that there were people like you, but I didn't expect you to come to the door today. Do you have a question for me too?"