"It starts from the beginning - I was born in a small village in the middle of nowhere, and when I was five years old, my father and a dozen young men from the village went out to wander around, and it was from this that I walked out of the mountains and into the city, and lived a new life. Pen~Fun~Ge www.biquge.info father took the villagers to pull up an engineering team, looking for the owner to do the project, according to the saying at the time, that is, a leather bag company. It was an unusually hard job, and my father often missed home for several days, and as a result, naturally, within a few years my mother ran away with another man. At that time, I was too young, and my father had no choice but to take me with him, and I followed him wherever he and his team went. And I, seeing my father working all day long, had a spontaneous urge to feel that I had to do something. In the summer when I was twelve, I cooked a large bucket of sour plum soup and drove it to the construction site on my bicycle, and by the time I graduated from high school, I was able to take care of things that my father couldn't take care of. After more than ten years of hard work, my father has broken into a lot of situations, and by this time my family background has been considered wealthy. On the other hand, I was also admitted to a good university, and a relaxed and happy future was in front of my eyes. At this time, everything seems so beautiful, but, only, his father has an accident.

My father was lying on the hospital bed, called several uncles and me to his side, and in front of them, my father grabbed my hand, and said intermittently with tears in his eyes: "At the beginning, I took 24 young men from the township out to wander around, and now more than ten years have passed, everyone has found wives, become families, and have dolls... It's just that when I go down after a while, I see the bull head and horse face, and walk in front of the king of Hades, and I can say it without half a trembling! cough cough, now I am a fifty person, and in four more years, for the doll to finish college, I will survive in this life. Originally, I also thought so, take everyone to work for a little more than ten years, let everyone bring out the dolls, even if I have all the merits, I can go home and build a small building, and enjoy the blessings with a few meager things. It's a pity, God is going to take my life now, maybe it's something I created in my last life, God wants me to taste it now. Girl, your father and I can only leave this mess to you, you must take care of everyone for me. Otherwise, I will boast in front of Hades in a while, but Hades will not believe him, so he will send a little ghost to come up and take a look, and if he sees that the situation is not true, he will send your father to the eighteenth layer of hell. ’

Father's words are sincere, but in addition to sincerity, there should also be thoughts of passing on the inheritance. In short, whether or not I was moved by my father's sincerity, several uncles finally had no objections, and my father handed over his life's work to me. However, as far as I'm concerned, I don't really want to take it. From a very young age, my father used to say to me, 'I have been used to living a hard life in my life, and I am working so hard now just so that you will not have to live a hard life in the future.' I have seen my father's hard work for decades. So if I had a choice, I didn't want to have as hard work as he did. At that time, I had already been admitted to university, and my father had left a lot of savings, so I could live well if I graduated from the study step by step, and there was no need to decide my life so early. It's just that in that case, I really don't have the right to refuse.

Then there was the Laiyuan Company incident, which was the first project after I took over, and the owner was in arrears of wages after it was completed. So according to the usual practice, I organized everyone to block the door to ask for salary, and at this time, strangeness appeared. It is an evil spirit that possesses people, born of the dark, immoral desires of the human heart. It resides in the hearts of people, using the conflict between reason and emotion to cultivate an extreme personality. I don't know what you experts call this weirdness, but if I had to describe it most intuitively, it would be the madness that comes after repression. Under the domination of this madness, one moonless night, I fell into a daze and killed everyone in the engineering team with my own hands. Their bodies were chopped into pieces by me and thrown into a deep pit in the foundation of the construction company. At the time, I had no memory of the experience, except that I had heard that all of them had disappeared mysteriously. It wasn't until I graduated from college four years later that the instructor brought the police and told me the truth of the matter. If so, that's the truth you want. ”

Dongmei's lengthy memories lasted for a long time, and she told me such a story that was not half cured in a very far-reaching and ethereal tone. It could be seen that this matter had been pressing on her heart for a long time, and she had no one to talk to for a long, long time. Here I can ask the truth, and maybe that's the real reason. After listening to it, I was also very surprised that with such a heavy past, this person could still be a chicken soup maker who healed people's hearts. Probably, this is the so-called gift of the abyss.

So far, the truth of Wang Zuo's harem has been revealed. is different from Wang Zuo as the protagonist, the simple but joyful harem to the bloody story. After changing perspectives, the story becomes depressing and depressing, even to the point of filth. I don't know if I expected this, I've been vaguely disgusted with this happy protagonist for a long time, but it's the first time I want to uncover it in person and get a glimpse of the truth. As I just said to Dongmei, happiness is a finite resource. One person's happiness may not necessarily be based on the misfortune of others. But if this range is expanded, the happiness of one group of people will inevitably be based on the misfortune of another. I figured this out when I first entered college, and I haven't been involved in anything around me since. At that time, I avoided this problem with inaction, and now that the arrow is on the line, I must respond again:

Under the premise that it is impossible to give happiness to no one, how should the ideal of justice be treated?

At this time, I looked at the Ling sauce next to me, and some words naturally poured out of my mouth without thinking: "Confucian teachings, as a courtier, the monarch should be directly admonished. If the monarch does not listen. then it should be admonished to death. If the monarch does not listen, then it is only death. Maybe the so-called ideal of justice should be something like this.