"The gentle clouds of the wind know, the delicate earth of the rain knows, the fragrant leaves of the flowers know, the clear temperature lovers know, and the sweetness of love you and I know. Pen God Pavilion Xiao Zhenghong chuckled.

"I'm sorry, I don't know." Gu Lingyun was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head again and again.

"You'll find out later." Xiao Zhenghong meant something.

Gu Lingyun: "·······" I don't seem to want to know what to do?

Chen Chen's finger clicked on the mobile phone screen a few times, and the small speaker came out again.

"Living alone in this city is exhausted in order to fill your stomach, and what ideals to talk about, that is our sweet dream. After waking up from the dream, I was still running around the stormy streets. Sometimes if I want to cry, I swallow my tears into my bloody chest·······"

"I think you're here to stir things up." Wang Ming said angrily. Especially looking at Chen Chen's skillful operation, he thought of the wave he was rectified on the balcony just now.

"How nice it sounds, and it's very appropriate." Chen Chen paused for a moment and resumed playing.

"My ideals left me in this crowded crowd. Outside the car window, there was already a blank of snow, and another four seasons were reincarnating. And I sat on the street with nothing, only ideals supporting those numb flesh and blood······"

In the end, Chen Chen hummed softly along with the beat.

"You made me stubbornly rebel against fate, you made me pale, but I still naively believed that the flowers would bloom again. In the sunshine, you can see people rushing everywhere, crowded, ignored by the time that flies in a flash. ”

"How do you feel that you didn't bring back any local products from a trip to Yunnan, but instead contracted this habit of liking music and preferring to play BGM to others?" Wang Ming complained.

"Zi is not a fish, but you know the joy of fish. If you can calm down and step on that bluestone slab and listen to a few ballads, you will understand me. Chen Chen squinted his eyes and said.

"No, I think I'm fine now." Wang Ming waved his hand, "I'm afraid that one day I will be beaten to death on the street, and no one will come to help me collect my body." ”

……

At noon the next day, Xiao Zhenghong was eating takeout when Wang Ming suddenly knocked on the door and came in.

"Xiao Ye, look at this. This shows that someone is doing something. Wang Ming lowered his mobile phone in front of Xiao Zhenghong.

On the screen is an article from the school forum.

The headline at the top reads, "School Bully's Violence, Who Will Be the Next Victim?" ”

"What is this?" Xiao Zhenghong had a vague guess.

"Master Xiao, I didn't name him, but I feel like it's you." Wang Ming said.

"How do you feel? It seems like? Xiao Zhenghong glanced at him, "I feel that you are now like a traitor in ancient times." ”

Wang Ming: "······· I am faithful, the world can be learned, the sun and the moon can be proven. ”

As if he felt that he didn't understand enough, Xiao Zhenghong added, "Wei Zhongxian, Wang Zhen and the like." ”

Wang Ming's head was full of black lines, "Master Xiao, can we still play happily?" ”

"Guess." Xiao Zhenghong gave him a shyly smile.

"I ······" Wang Ming was speechless for a while. I'll guess the yarn.

"Let's read this post." Wang Ming said weakly.

"It's a random name, you can tell it's a trumpet at first glance." When Xiao Zhenghong saw the author of the article, he couldn't help but complain, "It's really difficult to come up with a name." Well, next time I'll open a trumpet, it's really hard to call it a name. ”

Subsequently, Xiao Zhenghong turned his attention to the key area, that is, the main text.

"The blue sky is the same as the heart of the white clouds, hoping that the white doves will fly freely. Teachers have the same heart as their loved ones, hoping that children can grow up healthily. The campus is a place for cultivating people and a temple of civilization. The campus should be a pure land. ”

"Is this a middle school student writing essay?" Xiao Zhenghong commented.

"Xiao Ye, don't care about these details, just look down." Wang Ming said, "I'm 120 percent sure I'm writing about you." ”

Xiao Zhenghong didn't speak, and continued to look down.

"It's hard to imagine that a campus that is supposed to be peaceful would have such a dark and astringent person. Just during the holidays, four young people in the mood for love were beaten for no reason. This happened not far from the school.

What's even more infuriating is that there is still a person who has been watching the whole time. It hurts people with violence, but how can the cold violence of silence not hurt people? Sometimes cold violence is more heart-wrenching than real violence.

Then they came to arrest the Jews, and I didn't say anything because I wasn't a Jew. They came again to arrest union members, and I didn't say anything because I wasn't a union member. They came again to arrest the Catholics, and I didn't say anything because I was a Protestant. They finally came to arrest me, and there was no one to speak for me. ’

Your inaction, this accomplice, may end up digging a grave for you.

I know that your silence may be out of fear, fear of the power of the abuser. In the face of great power, no one is not afraid.

Violence is a trampling on life. It is the seed that breeds more hatred. It is the blade that cuts off love. It is a meaningless thing that will only lead humanity to destruction. It is something that is contrary to human nature and conforms to animal nature.

I want to say to the abuser, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot. The bitter sea is boundless, and the shore is the back.

I don't know what your psychology is to hate those four people, and I don't know if the bystander also hates those four people who were beaten up inhumanly.

Hate doesn't know what to do, it goes deep into the bone marrow, and it is the coldest human nature.

Many times, there is no reason to hate. But this unprovoked "annoyance" torments your soul like a ghost, and then spreads quickly in your circle like a contagion. Since then, you've become what people call you, and no one cares what you do in real life. Because, if you don't hate it together, you will become the "kind of person" who is hated, and no one wants this to happen, so invisibly most people have become silent accomplices in this violence.

It is not the violence itself that scares us, but the negative energy emitted by those who hate us. We never imagined that there could be such malice in this world.

This bystander classmate, I know, in fact, you have been bullied from beginning to end, but in different forms. The greatest violence you endured at that time was that you were forced to be complicit in that atrocity.

Violence against minorities or vulnerable groups creates groups of scarred or resentful souls. The perpetrator gains a sense of accomplishment in the violence, but ignores the victim's psychology. "One Person, One Autumn: