The joys, sorrows, and sorrows of the little people are always not as touching as the ordinary faces of the big people.

Old man He Yan knows the rules of this world, all people are born free, and they are never equal.

You can go anywhere, see any scenery you like or don't like, survive with any gesture, and die in any way.

However, one day, you suddenly find that you think you can go anywhere, but based on the constraints of reality, such as: no money, no leisure, no courage, and even no interest in going anywhere, and finally stay put, go around in a small space, and spend your life.

Man is born free.

When he was young, he was full of longing for this, until he was fifty years old, he woke up from an insomniac morning, and a strange thought suddenly burst out of his chaotic mind.

All men are born free, but they are never equal.

The freedom you expect is given to those who are smarter, braver, tougher, luckier, and stronger than you.

A cruel reality is that mediocrity is not worthy of freedom.

The wind starts and stops.

The great desert of the country of wind, the long yellow sand, far and wide.

At noon, the scorching sun was in the sky, the heat wave was rolling, and the vast world was boiling.

Under the terrifying heat, a large convoy can be seen slowly driving slowly on the undulating sand dunes.

It was a desert caravan with nearly a thousand camels and at least six hundred tons of cargo.

Compared with the huge herd of camels and the volume of goods, there were not many people in the caravan, but there were only about seventy people.

The leader of the caravan was a man of about fifty years old, who had been busy for many years due to the wind and rain, his skin was yellow and wrinkled, and he already looked like an old man.

The old man He Yan rode a camel in front of the team, carrying a cowhide water bag, and poured a sip of wine into his stomach.

He tugged at the reins in one hand and raised the other hand holding the wine bag, and gently wiped his mouth with his arm, habitually wiping his red rosacea nose by the way.

Then, without looking back, he said angrily, "Do you understand? ”

As soon as the old man's hoarse and deep voice finished speaking, a childish voice sounded beside him.

"Oh." A boy of six or seven years old replied coldly.

Like the rest of the caravan, the boy sat among the humps of a camel, draped in a pure white windbreaker robe, wrapped in a turban customary for desert travelers, sweating profusely and tired in the hot sun.

"Hehe, it's a young man after all, oh no, it's a child after all, it's hard to travel in the desert for the first time." The old man He Yan made a huge ugly grimace with the only evil taste left, and teased the taciturn little boy next to him.

"Hmm."

The boy replied succinctly.

In the face of the forbidden land of life, this endless desert, the boy did not cry like other children of the same age, nor did he hold on to the childish idea of not saying anything no matter how uncomfortable it was, he just said his experience directly, and vividly expressed his indifference to the old man He Yan with a loveless expression.

Old man He Yan couldn't help but reach out and wipe his rosacea, and said with some embarrassment: "I just told you so many truths, you won't have heard it." ”

The boy still had a childish little face, and said indifferently, "I heard it." ”

"Then why do you have such an expression? Give me some reaction, little friend, this is the truth that the old man realized after living for half a life! Old man He Yan sighed as if he was self-absorbed.

The boy looked up at the shocking sun, raised his hand to wipe the sweat from his face, and then said, "Your reasoning is very good, but I don't want to hear it." ”

"Huh? You...... You little guy is really ......" Old Man He Yan sighed, "It's too ...... Calm down, you're only six years old, the same age as my little Huimina, why are you as boring as an adult? ”

"Is it important to be funny?" The boy asked, turning his head.

Old man He Yan was speechless for a while, and only after a long time did he say: "Interesting, of course it's very important, otherwise wouldn't life be no different from the walking dead?" ”

"So, killing people, is it fun?" The boy looked at Old Man He Yan.

The corners of the old man's mouth twitched violently, and he said in a speechless manner: "Then, then, well, it doesn't mean anything, oops, at a young age, how to say it is murderous, we are not ninjas, ordinary civilians, what do you want to do with this." ”

"Can ninjas kill people?" The boy asked again.

The old man lifted the wine bag and took a sip of wine, and then changed his words: "We will be in Loulan in a while, little guy, bear with me, there is a place for us to rest." ”

"You've shifted the subject so bluntly." The boy pursed his lips.

"As far as you know, hey, it's really not as fun as Huimina, speaking of which, girls are better than boys......" The old man He Yan said, "I said so much earlier, just to let you understand that freedom is a luxury, and it is hard to find, and there is no need for ordinary people to do something stupid for it, such as running away from home or something." ”

"I didn't run away from home!" The boy suddenly shouted at Old Man He Yan.

The old man He Yan was startled, and before he could come back to his senses, he heard the boy tremble and say, "I'm ...... Close call. ”

The old man's heart tightened, and he thought for a while and said, "Little one, can you tell me about you?" ”

The boy suddenly regained his composure.

After a long silence, a cold voice suddenly rang out.

"Old man, do you believe that there are good people in this world?"

"Of course, why not? Hey, I'm just a good person. ”

"But good people don't always die well." The boy interjected.

In the barren desert, a six-year-old boy unleashed a cruel sneer.

"My father is a good man, in order to escort supplies to the clan, he was loyal to his duty and never left, but he was kidnapped by a gang of robbers, but instead of saving him, the clan scolded him for being an incompetent person, and he couldn't even protect a little goods, if so, it would be just that, what is even more ridiculous is that those bastards in the clan actually spent money to redeem those materials, but they didn't care about my father's life and death, and directly abandoned him......"

"Oh, my mother is also a good person, she is a teacher in the clan who specializes in teaching people to read and write, she is kind, so kind that even my son can't stand it, sometimes, she will even use the family's money to buy books for poor children from other families to read, but it is such a good person, after my father died, the old people in the clan, those old people do not die! I actually found a family for my mother privately, and remarried my mother to the patriarch's son, hehe, the patriarch's son, the ugly monster who would inexplicably die of a wife every year, I once saw with my own eyes, ah, I saw with my own eyes, that ugly monster before burying his annual dead wives into the soil, that scaly and miserable appearance, of course my mother also saw it - on the day she remarried, she stabbed herself in the chest with scissors, which are the scissors that usually mend clothes for me and my fatherAh, I guess that's where the heart is......"

The boy tugged at the reins, his eyes wide with rage, his eyes bloodshot with hatred.

"Old man, I don't want to listen to you talk about freedom, equality, these bullshit truths are worthless to me, I only believe in two idioms, these two idioms were taught to me by my mother before she died - pay off debts and pay for life!"

The boy gritted his teeth and trembled, the turban on his head tilted slightly as his body trembled, revealing a hurtful gray.