Even if kindness makes you give it your all, are you still willing to believe in kindness?

This is the last sentence on the last page of Zhao Xun's diary.

Zhao Xun said that in fact, she didn't say this, it was what her father said to her, and it was also a problem that plagued his father in the second half of his life.

So far, Zhao Xun said that even she herself can't answer this question, and she doesn't know what kind of attitude or mentality she should use to answer this question.

In Zhao Xun's heart, she only felt that maybe kindness was contagious, and even could be transmitted.

Zhao Xun said that if genius is talented, then kindness must be your own choice, or a value of treating people and things.

Maybe it's just your words, a convenience of the line, maybe this may bring others a different feeling.

Maybe it's a lamp you call a stranger on a cold night, maybe it's a cup of hot water you hand to a cleaner at 4:30 a.m., maybe it's an umbrella you hold over someone's head on a rainy day, maybe it's a tissue you hand over when someone weeps.

But in the end, all your good deeds will definitely flow back to you in another way.

Because only if someone loves the world first, the world will turn around and repay you.

You know, before it all gets better, maybe you're going to experience something you're not happy about, or maybe you're going to experience some "disaster".

Maybe it's a little longer, or maybe it's just your wake-up.

In short, please be patient.

You must firmly believe that everything that happens to you is a good thing, and if it is not a good thing, it means that it is not the end.

So please choose between right and good, you must choose goodness!

Maybe this is also the only thing Zhao Xun can say to his father when he stands in front of his father's grave many years later.

In fact, good and evil, just like heaven and hell, may only be one step away from you, and in the end it depends on how you act.

Zhao Xun only remembered that night, the wind was cool, and even the moon revealed a trace of sadness.

After Zhao Xun was pushed out by her stepmother, she stood in the corner of the courtyard and followed, clinging to the bottom of someone's windowsill.

She thought that the light in the house could be used to relieve the dark night a little.

She was wondering where she was going to sleep tonight, but her father would definitely not come back to pick her up, and besides, she didn't have a cell phone or anything like that.

The only luxury she wants now is for her stepmother to change her attention and let her into the house.

Even if you don't let you sleep in the warm quilt on the kang, it's still at home, not like now, blown by the wind and rain.

The night was unusually quiet, and almost nothing could be heard except the rustle of leaves rustling in the wind.

Gradually, she felt that she could hear her breathing, and it became more and more rapid.

The hunger and cold are also slowly, bit by bit, being swallowed up by this dark night.

Then she felt a few small drops of rain scattered on the tip of her nose, on her face, on her shoulders......

Worst! It can't be raining! Zhao Zhaozheng thought to himself.

Suddenly, the lights in the house went out.

After turning off the lights, Zhao Xun felt that the night was darker, the kind of pitch black that he couldn't see his fingers.

The rain was heavy, the rain was sandwiched with the wind, the wind was mixed with the rain, and from time to time there were a few thunderstorms that made people's scalps tingle, and Zhao Xun couldn't help but wrap his little coat tightly.

Zhao Xun hurriedly got into the curtain, maybe it wouldn't be so cold.

But who would have thought that the raindrops connected into a long line, flowing down the eaves, and just wet Zhao Xun's body.

Zhao Xun felt that this place might not be able to stay any longer, and she had to find a better place to shelter from the rain.

She didn't know if it was the faint moonlight, or the bright air of thunder and lightning, but in short, it allowed her to see a chicken coop not far away.

There was really no other way, Zhao Xun glanced in the direction of the house, but there was no movement at home, presumably the stepmother and they had already fallen asleep.

Zhao Xun picked up a brick from the window, put it on his head, and ran quickly in the direction of the chicken coop.

The splashes along the way soaked Zhao's entire shoes, and she felt like her socks were all covered with rain.

But now she can't care so much, it's hard to say whether she can spend tonight, and she doesn't have the heart to care about these things now.

She ran over, and she could breathe a sigh of relief, but then a pungent smell of chicken came to her nostrils.

Zhao Xunzheng was about to leave on tiptoe, but he thought about it, except for the main house, there were all open-air houses left in this courtyard.

Only this little chicken nest can be used to make up for her to block the sudden heavy rain.

Probably because the chickens on the shelves heard this strange footsteps, some began to coo.

With the smell of chickens, Zhao Xun stood still at the door and did not move, probably because the chickens felt that Zhao Xun did not have any malice, so they stopped screaming.

And Zhao Xun couldn't see the chickens on the chicken rack clearly, so he simply stood at the door, anyway, as long as it wasn't raining.

Listening to the sound of rain outside, it seemed to be pouring a washbasin, and gradually, the yard was filled with rainwater.

From her point of view, she felt that her and her stepmother's home were as far away as a long river.

During the day, my stepmother's parents have to work in the fields, so it may be relatively heavy to sleep at night.

But Zhao Xun still has luck in her heart, she hopes that her stepmother and the kind grandmother can hear the sound of rain outside, and even wake up by the thunder, maybe she will be saved.

Zhao Xun cried.

This is the first time she has cried, including being beaten and scolded by her father or the child who bullied her before, and she has never said that she has shed a single tear.

In the past, she was like a hedgehog, wrapping herself and decorating herself, so she simply didn't get close to her father and never made any friends.

But now, she was really a little scared, such a heavy rain, even a small ant had a home, and she didn't even have a thick coat or a folding umbrella.

She was disappointed, even hopeless.

Zhao Xun thought about it, and the father who was far away at home really left her here alone, maybe the ruthless father thought that Zhao Xun was lying on the kang of his stepmother's house at this time.

Zhao Xun kept staring at the room like this, but he couldn't even see the slightest light.

She listened with her ears pricked up, but she couldn't hear even a sound.

Maybe she had to spend the night like this, and she had no choice.

Desperate, Zhao Zhao was ready to sleep in the chicken nest for the night, but now she didn't feel hungry.

Instead, she felt that her body was getting hotter and hotter.

So she simply took off the little coat on her body, which was only a vest, but she chose to spread it under her body.

After laying out his own nest, Zhao Xun curled up there directly, and the door of the chicken nest happened to be the same height as Zhao Xun, not long or short.

It seems that the chicken nest in this house is tailor-made for Zhao.

Listening to the sound of the rain getting louder and louder, it seems that the earth is also fighting against the sound of the rain.

And this sudden heavy rain seems to be about to wash away the shameful ugliness and ruthlessness in people's hearts.

But after all, he was a child, and he didn't dare to rush over and knock on the door of his stepmother's house, so he hid in the chicken coop.

also secretly sighed that fortunately it was not drenched into soup, otherwise it would have been really miserable.

Zhao Xun suddenly thought that whenever school was over, whether it was raining heavily or lightly, the mothers of those children would always come to pick up their children and go home.

And every time he stood at the school gate to shelter from the rain, or waited for the rain to light up and went home, Zhao was the only one who was looking for someone.

However, every time she was urged by the school's security guards to tell her to leave the school quickly, Zhao Xun had no choice but to rush into the rain and run.

But when she got home, she had to scold her father behind her back, and she would be asked to wash her muddy clothes the next day.

Suddenly, Zhao Xun, who was lying on the ground, seemed to see her mother in the rain, a woman with long hair fluttering and holding a flower paper umbrella.

Because of the umbrella, she was not wet by the relentless rain.

She helped Zhao Xun up in the water, gently patted the soil on her body, and said:

"Kid, if you need to borrow a shoulder, I have, if you need an umbrella, I have, if you need to hand out tissues, I have it too."

Zhao was very happy, she happily called her mother, mother, mother......

Full of tears, full of affection.

In this way, Zhao Xun had this beautiful and distant dream.

She is the happiest and happiest in her dreams.

And she gradually fell asleep in this dream, and fell asleep.

Yes, maybe there are no hurdles in life that you can't get over, maybe it's just that you're fighting against the devil in your heart.

Really, nothing is unpassable, no matter how bad it is, as long as it is extremely bad, then the final result must be the best.

Just like Zhao Xun in her sleep now, maybe only in such a stormy and unattended night, she can see her mother in her dreams.

Only then can she feel the deepest love from her mother.

Perhaps, when your life becomes more and more depressing, and you become less and less like yourself.

The more you want to escape from reality and the past, from this most unreal you.

On the contrary, life has given you more and more unsatisfactory and more and more heavy blows.

So, instead of struggling between pain and pleasure, why don't you choose the happy side?

It may not matter if you lose your faith, but if you lose your most primitive and authentic self, then what is the difference between you and a walking corpse?