"If you are a talent, you will have an irrepressible brilliance."

"Troubled times are like waves, and when the waves come, no place is safe."

"What you are cowardly and afraid of, those who dare not face it, will become a past that you cannot redeem after many years." - Thousand Troops.

"Heroes emerge in troubled times", this sentence means that whenever there are troubled times, there will be many heroes, thousands of peaks competing for the general trend of the world.

It's like setting up a big stage, the hero is the famous actor on the stage, you sing and I will appear.

The more chaotic it is, the bigger the stage will be, and the more heroes will appear together, each shining and dazzling.

"Got beaten again today?"

"Hmm!"

The dirty boy sat cross-legged not far from the man as usual, his eyes clear, as if it was a spring formed by the melting of snow-capped mountains.

"Why?"

"I grabbed a few more when the street boss scattered spring cakes, but they couldn't rob me, and they were red at me."

The young man's nose was blue and his face was swollen, but his tone was extremely flat, probably already used to it.

"Why not grab a few?"

The man bit the cake that the boy brought back and asked indifferently.

"The cake is small, you won't be able to eat if you don't grab a few!"

When the young man heard the man's words, he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, but accidentally touched the bruise on his arm and hissed.

"Why did you bring me bread?"

The man looked at the straddle who seemed to him to be as humble as an ant, and asked in a daze.

"You could have killed me, but you didn't."

The young man's face was yellow, he looked at the man who made his heart palpitate, and grinned.

The man thought a little about what the homeless child meant, in the eyes of the young man, he could have killed him by mistake, but he chose to twist the blade he swung out knowing that it would aggravate the injury.

"Have you been beaten before?"

The man finished eating the bread in his hand in three or two bites, and the intense hunger in his stomach finally slowly subsided, and he put his hands on the black cloth wrapped in his knees, and muttered.

"Before, I used to be, but I would beat them too.

I don't like to be around those people, so when they're in a bad mood and when they don't have anything to do, they come to me for trouble, and I sense something is wrong and run early. ”

The young man took the wild herbs he found in the mountain meadows and grabbed the tender green juice and smeared it on his red and swollen body, "Now I can only let them beat me, if I beat them, the cake will be lost, fortunately I am more resistant to beating, hehe." ”

The young man laughed, but when he saw the cold face of the man sitting on the ground opposite, he touched his head again.

"Why don't you use these herbs, they are all I worked hard to find from the woods, and they are very useful for these injuries." The young man couldn't help but feel a little anxious when he saw that the wild herbs in front of the man had not moved at all.

"They can't heal my wounds, how do you know about these herbs?"

The man's gaze was tinged with curiosity, these herbs were some of the original medicines for bruises, and he was curious how a little beggar knew about it.

"An old beggar told me that he was beaten by them, and he secretly found these herbs and told me that they would ease my injuries." , The young man's originally held head lowered and his voice became a little heavy.

"What about the others?" The man glanced at the sky in the distance, the clouds had piled up into two thick layers, they were grayish-white, and the weather was a little gloomy.

"Dead!" , The young man also raised his head, but he closed his eyes, his face flashed with sadness, and when he saw the man with an inquiring look on his face, the young man added in a low voice.

"He was beaten to death by a group of generals on horseback who were passing through the town, and whipped alive with a horsewhip because he had accidentally blocked their way."

The young man's fists clenched unconsciously, his whole body trembled slightly, his tone was filled with resentment, and a flame seemed to be burning in his bright and clear eyes at this time, small and hot.

The man didn't seem to be surprised or touched, his eyes were still indifferent, as if the whole person was made of iron, without the slightest temperature.

"This is the troubled times, human life is like a mustard, how can those high-ranking big people pay attention to whether they have trampled an ant under their feet!"

The man who had been silent for a long time finally spoke slowly, and he looked at the extremely gloomy clouds in the sky and sighed, as if he was speaking to the young man, and as if he was speaking to himself.

Hearing the man's indifferent and cold words, the young man's body trembled, and the fire in his eyes dimmed for a moment, but then lit up again, and the young man stubbornly lowered his head, like a mountain in silence.

"No, it shouldn't be like this!"

The voice was inaudible, but it was extremely firm.

"What did you say?"

The man turned his head, his originally iron-cast expression was a little loose, and his eyes were fixed on the young man hiding in the corner, his face buried in the shadows and his head bowed.

"I said, it shouldn't be like this, it's wrong for them to do this!" , The young man raised his head, the flame in his eyes became higher and higher, and his bruised and swollen face had an unquestionable look of determination, and said word by word.

The man was touched by the young man, and he was familiar with this sentence, because someone had said such things to him at the beginning, and the man still had such a determined look as always.

It's just that the person who said this also died, and died under the way of the world in which he risked his life to swear to change.

There was a mocking smile on the corner of the man's mouth, "Do you know that you don't have the right and qualification to say such things, you can only silently bear what fate brings you, but you can't refuse." ”

The young man was silent, the tender green juice of the herbs in his hand slowly hit the stone slab, the wind was whistling in his ears, the weather was already dark, and a heavy rain was about to usher in.

"The humble insects can only hide from the shoes that fall from the sky, and if they are lucky enough not to die after being trampled once, they will curl up all the time from now on to avoid losing their lives again."

The man's face was hard, and there was an indifferent look in his eyes, he raised his head slightly, looked at the stubborn young man, and said in a deep voice.

The young man was still silent, dead silent, unable to distinguish his expression on his face hiding in the shadows, but the hand holding the herbs was even harder, as if full of unwillingness.

"This is the fate of the bugs, and they can only accept it."

The man seemed to be out of interest, and after saying this, he turned his head to look at the cloudy sky, the wind became louder, and the surrounding towering dense forests and ancient trees began to squeak.

"Despicable bugs can also choose to fight! They can also change their own destiny!