There is a good saying, but there are no more than three things.

The third lesson in my childhood was probably taught to myself. That's the root of why I'm experiencing memory confusion.

When I was in the fourth grade, I saw a step of red, green, and gray money falling from under the stool of Xiaohong's desk, and I subjectively judged that there were two dollars there. Then, I shouted, "Who dropped more than two dollars on the ground".

My classmates all looked back at me, and I pointed to the ground.

At this time, Xiaohong's classmates reacted quickly, picked up the money, and put it in their school bags.

Then she smiled and said, "Mine, no more money." ”

In fact, before I could finish speaking, Xiaohong's tablemate quickly picked up a step of money on the ground, and her swift movements made me feel as if I was deliberately hiding something. So much so that I didn't have time to decide if the green one was two dollars or two cents.

At the end of class, Xiaohong came to me and asked me, he said that his grandmother gave him a dollar in the morning and lost it, and he didn't know if he forgot it at home or lost it at school. Ask me, "How much money did you see falling to the ground?" ”

I said, "I guess there's a step, I don't know." But I vaguely saw a green two-dollar," and in fact, I didn't have time to determine if the green one was two dollars or two cents.

Then we asked his table mate, and she said, "Two cents." But instead of pulling out the money for us to see, she said, "I spent it when I got out of class." ”

So we came up with a way to prove how much of her table had dropped at that time? Is there any money from Little Red? Did Xiaohong's table mate lie?

After class, Xiaohong and I and two classmates made a decision to see how much money Xiaohong had in her schoolbag?

It was also the year that my consciousness began to awaken. And my act of flipping through my schoolbag once again plunged me into a deeper condemnation.

I rummaged through the schoolbag of Xiaohong's tablemate, and there was only one red dollar. I began to say with more certainty: "I really saw a step on the money, at least a green one." I can't be mistaken. ”

Xiaohong took the dollar in both hands, flipped through it carefully, and then said with an embarrassed smile, "I'm not sure this is the money my grandmother gave me in the morning, it looks like it is, and it doesn't seem to be." ”

So, I suggested, "Why don't we take her money out and exchange it for two five-cents, and then tell her that we picked up a dollar on the ground, and it's two five-cents, and see how she reacts?" ”

At that time, I really used my little cleverness to the fullest. Since then, there have been more and more unconventional cleverness, which has planted a mine in my confusing memory.

Xiaohong first agreed, and the other two classmates also agreed. One of the boys agreed, and took two five-cents from home.

Before class in the afternoon, when Xiaohong's table mate came in, we started the performance. One of the boys took two five-cents and asked in the classroom, "I picked up a dollar in the classroom, I don't know whose it is?" ”

Xiaohong's tablemate said, "I lost a dollar." ”

The boy walked up to her with the money, put it in her hand and asked, "Is this your money?" ”

The girl seemed to be tempted to admit the money, but seemed to sense something unusual, or she was telling the truth from beginning to end, or I had read it wrong, or Xiaohong had misremembered it and forgot about it, or one of our accomplices was greedy, or we were destined to cause more chaos.

Xiaohong's tablemate thought for a while and said, "My money is a red one, not two five-cents." ”

The result was unexpected, but her hesitation added to our suspicions. There must be something strange about this. But none of us can say what the problem is.

And I was the first one in my accomplices to awaken to consciousness. Xiaohong's table mate lost the money and didn't admit it, but I began to be glad that she didn't admit it at the time.

Otherwise, the outcome is unpredictable. We're going to do more crazy things, and that's going to do more harm to her, to each of us who are involved in the temptation.

Forgive us for our ignorance at the time, not yet being able to discern the chaos in our lives. I paid for it too.

But Xiaohong also paid the price. He has a broken family, no support system, no ability to feel love, and there are really too many things.

He used to be eager to be supported and treated with kindness, at least I once heard Wu Yang say one thing, when I was twenty years old, I went home on vacation and walked with Wu Yang, Wu Yang bought a gift and held it in his hand. I asked her, and she told her what was going on.

At that time, Xiaohong had been working for five years. When I went home for the Chinese New Year that year, I sent a QQ to Wu Yang and said, "I'm about to celebrate my twentieth birthday, and I hope Wu Yang can buy him a gift, because he suddenly feels that he has no friends and no gifts, which makes him sad." ”

Wu Yang told her mother, and Wu Yang's mother told Wu Yang, "Xiaohong is really pitiful. ”

Then he gave Wu Yang money and asked Wu Yang to buy a gift for Xiaohong. Later, I can't remember whether Xiaohong took the gift or not, and it seems that he didn't come home at all that year.

In the midst of the countless chaos in her life, it is easier for Xiaohong to lose her way faster. He became a lost man who stuffed pickpockets into his neighborhood's home.

Maybe it's just that he isn't strong-willed enough, or maybe he doesn't get too much kindness. After going through all kinds of hardships and experiencing too much helplessness in life, the soul still has no sustenance, and then the revenge of the society, against the people who made fun of him and his mother in his childhood.

But he took revenge on himself even worse, and plunged himself into a deeper chaos in his life.

Therefore, the ancients said that everything in the world is in a cycle of cause and effect, and we can't see it clearly, just because we are trapped in the pool. We can't predict the outcome of our actions, but we can only be liberated by always having good thoughts.