After his emotions calmed down, Jin Yi asked, "Can you tell me your story?" ”

"My story? Which part would you like to hear? You must just want to know how I committed the crime, right?

The part that has nothing to do with your work, you won't be interested in. ”

The man said these words with a blank expression, as if he were an emotionless machine.

"No, I want to know everything about you.

Want to know where you're from, what kind of environment you grew up in, who you're surrounded by, and what kind of things you've encountered.

Who made you happy and who made you sad.

I want to know the story between you and your pet.

You're no longer a pet, are you? It was your loved ones and friends, and there was even a time when it became everything to you.

I want to know all about you. ”

The man's eyes as he looked at Jin Yi gradually softened, revealing an inconspicuous smile.

"I come from a place that is even more backward than the pastoral town, far, far away from here.

My house is not open to traffic, and it takes half a day to make an ox cart or walk half a day on a mountain road from my house to the place where it is open to traffic.

In the past, my family said that if I studied hard, I would be better if I was admitted to university.

Unfortunately, I still didn't get into college, not only did I not get into college, but I didn't even finish high school.

The climate at home has been bad for many years, and the people in the village say that God is giving us a face and don't want us to eat this bowl of rice again.

I also know that if I eat by the sky all my life, I will starve to death sooner or later.

There were fewer and fewer young people in the village.

You may not even imagine that when our village arrived, we couldn't even buy paper to go to the toilet.

There was no oil when cooking, and if I wanted to buy something, I had to walk two days back and forth.

It costs a lot of money to go out, and it's really tiring to carry those things.

In winter, there is no fire in the stove, and the house is very cold, and every morning after waking up, you have to use a pickaxe to dig out a piece of ice and put it in a basin, and melt it on the stove.

After cooking a pot of rice in the morning, put it on the stove for a day, because only then will the next meal not freeze.

But the stove was hot, and often by the time the next meal came, the meal would be rancid.

In winter, when the snow is heavy, you can only eat radish soup for several days.

We watched the people on TV freeze a lot of meat and vegetables for the winter, and we didn't have them in our village.

In the winter, the people in the town can stock up on cabbage and potatoes and stuff, and we have to see how the harvest is and what grows and eats.

When I was younger, I thought everyone lived like this.

Later, someone installed a television set in our village, and I realized that this is not the way other people live.

Everyone said that if you study hard and go to university, you can leave the village, but I don't want to leave the village.

In retrospect, the best people for me were in our village.

I remember one year when my brother and I went to pull logs, we walked in the snow for a day, and when we came back, our feet were covered with frostbite and our heels were frozen and bleeding.

At that time, I thought to myself, when can I not freeze my feet in winter, it must be a fairy-like day.

Young people from the village came back to tell us that they lived in a building in the city, and that it was very warm and that they could eat ice cream and watch TV in winter.

This kind of day is something I never thought of, and they said I was still young, so why not go out and have a look.

I thought about it for a long time and decided to leave.

He was too young to starve to death in the village.

The first money I borrowed when I first came to the city was borrowed from my family, and my family hasn't saved much money for so many years.

The house we live in can't be sold, and there are fewer and fewer people in the village. It's easy

As soon as I came to the city, there was a little brother who showed me very enthusiastically to understand the life of the people in the city.

He also treated me to a bowl of beef noodles, which I thought of as my first friend in town.

I think he's so kind to me, I should treat him like a brother.

I trust him so much that I listen to him when I look for a house and a job.

I almost gave him all my money, but when I went to work, I talked to people, and they called me stupid, that I was cheated, that I lived in the most shabby place, that it was worthless.

I think the two of us are friends, and I still trust him, I don't believe what other people say.

My family used to teach me to help others more when I go out, and to help others do more. Be diligent.

But after I met these people, I changed my opinion, and they always called me stupid.

In fact, what makes me sad is not that they say I'm stupid, it's that they usually ask me to do a lot of work for them, but they call me stupid behind my back.

Although I am stupid and don't know what they say, I have always known that what I say behind my back must not be a good thing.

Most of these city people around me like to speak ill of others behind their backs, and rarely say bad things directly.

They are so tiring.

Later, I found out that people are people with hearts, and what they say is not necessarily what they think.

They always say and do things differently, and I don't know what to do and how to interact with these people.

Later, I met a good boss, thinking that I would always follow him, who thought that his restaurant was yellow.

I remember when the boss was alive, he always said that he was a good mix, and he had a lot of brothers.

But after he had an accident, no one came to help him.

The people I saw in the city made me really upset, really upset.

Why are they like this? Why?

You say their lives are so good, why can't they be good people? Why can't we be nicer to others?

You said that if everyone was okay with each other, how good it would be.

Why don't the people in the city seem to want to live a good life?

They use our village parlance, that is, they have nothing to do and like to mess around.

A good day has to be bad to be satisfied.

In the past, the dogs and cats in our village were all fed by someone, and as long as people did not starve to death, dogs would not starve to death.

After coming to the city, I found that some people raise dogs just to play, and they don't care about the dog's life or death.

Students in the conservatory of music keep cats and dogs when they are happy, and they don't want them as soon as they graduate.

However, there are good people among the students.

I'm going to feed the cats and dogs there.

This group of guys is rare, you gave it to eat once, and the next time you see it, you will wag your tail.

Well? Don't you think they're much easier to get along with than people?

You don't understand people, they all say that people have high IQs, I think it's high, so high that people don't know how to get along.

It's so tiring to be with people, I can't stand it, only dogs can get along better.

Dogs don't say they are unhappy and curse behind their backs, and they rarely say that they look down on people.

Anyway, dogs treat me much better than people treat me.

As long as the dog stutters, he won't say that he is full and wants to cheat me out of my money.

People are different, there are too many liars in people, they look down on you when you have no money, they worry about your money when you have a little money, what are these people! ”

As the man spoke, tears fell from the size of a bean.