"In other words, a lie is a lie?"

"Yes, but not limited to lying. As long as you don't tell the truth, you can do whatever you want. However, although it is said to be a newly born culture, it has a history of more than half a century.

Therefore, the form of performance is basically fixed - narration, chanting, singing, and acting. Narrative is to tell a story, and the proverb Li Shan said just now belongs to this category. It's about the same as modern poetry.

Singing, that is, literally, is sung with a tune. Acting, to put it simply, you can imagine a sitcom, which is generally a form of performance that a multi-person group of whisperers will use. ”

Clown. Sayings.

The clown lied on stage and deceived the audience. The audience knows that the clown is lying, so they can maintain God's perspective, with cold eyes and mockery at the corners of their mouths watching the clown grandstand.

"Come, do everything you can, make me happy, make me angry, make me sad, make me loathing you. Anyway, you'll never be able to tell the truth. So you will become more miserable than me, and let the darkness compressed in me be relieved.

It doesn't matter, does it? Anyway, you're not telling the truth. Even if you die on stage, no one will believe that you are dead. ”

It was as if I heard a voice from another world whispering to me in my ear.

You're crazy. I thought.

"It's the same with you, it's the same with everyone. It's just that everyone doesn't say it. ”

I shook my head, trying to dispel the sound from my ears.

I don't understand if everything is as you say. But there's one thing I think I can be sure of.

"You're from another world, you don't belong here." I read it softly.

"Wow! When you look down from above, Gimhae looks like a big crab of steel! ”

When I was a child, I once saw an aerial view of Gimhae City on TV, a show where a star sat on a helicopter and prepared to play skydiving.

I think the same thing as that star. It is indeed a big crab of steel, and if you want to talk about the variety, it should be king crab. However, if you peel open the hard shell and take a magnifying glass to look closely, you will find something unexpected.

"Gimhae looks like a big crab when viewed from above, but if you look closely, you will see that the structure of the entire city is almost down-to-earth.

There are no useless gaps, every piece of land is stuffed with a proper model, and if you zoom in further, you will find that even the imperceptible cracks are used as a bridge between buildings and buildings. It is worthy of being the capital and the third largest city in the global city rankings. ”

"Huh...... It turns out that Gimhae City is so powerful. ”

A little girl sat next to me, biting into a fluffy bean paste cake in her mouth. I looked at her and wiped a bit of bean paste off her lips. She looked straight ahead, squinted and smiled, and said politely, "Thank you, big brother." ”

"Do I need to read you any other magazines?" I put the magazine called "Gimhae Two or Three Things" back in its place and asked. She tilted her head slightly, still not looking at me, her soft cheeks clumped together, and she smiled innocently.

"No, Mommy is back."

I looked up and saw a fashionable woman carrying a log-colored paper bag walking this way.

I have some emotion, it seems that the saying that blind people have better hearing than ordinary people is not a rumor.

"Goodbye, big brother! Thank you for staying with me so long, hehe. ”

I smiled, but she shouldn't have known I was smiling at her. "It's okay." So I spoke up. The woman looked at me, smiled appreciatively at me and nodded, and I nodded my head to show that I didn't care.

The little girl, who was blind in both eyes, looked no more than 8 or 9 years old. The little face is cute and round, wearing a snow-white dress and small pink sandals, looking harmless to humans and animals.

Ben came to the "Garden of Eden" bookstore chain to buy an interview guide and go home to have a look, but accidentally found her sitting alone on a bench, very well-behaved and motionless.

It's just nothing. But a few rather mischievous children around her seem to have been playing tricks on the girl after they found out that she couldn't see.

To make matters worse, I also saw a middle-aged man in a black vest on a hot day, dangling in front of the girl, intentionally or unintentionally.

No one likes pranksters and middle-aged people who "maybe" have perverted habits. But when nothing happens, no one can sanction them, and the law can't control it. But once it really happens, sometimes it is inevitably powerless.

I looked at the little girl's back. Her little palms were holding her mother's hand and walking slowly. They may be going home. I want this girl to be healthy and grow up as carefree as possible.

I hope that what I see today is extremely rare in her life without light.

I got up and left the library, not buying the interview book. Because after reading the magazine "Two or Three Things about Gimhae" to the little girl, I suddenly felt that the interview guide would not be of any help to me.

However, I was not confident in my good ideas. Maybe it's because I'm the kind of person I have today, or maybe it's because I listened to a proverb in a theater for the first time in my life yesterday.

The interview guide isn't for a small group of people like me who are going off track. I hated being so attracted that I made a rare appearance this time, maybe because I thought the little girl was one of my kind.

None of us are mainstream. But we are alive. No different from the others.

Maybe I wanted to shout it, but I didn't have the courage, so I chose to use this way to warn those who have bad intentions towards us.

Sayings.

09:02 minutes. I paused abruptly, stood in the middle of the street, and looked down at my watch. A young woman passed me by, glancing disapprovingly at me as she passed me.

At 9:02 a.m., two words popped into my head.

Why did I think of this thing? I was a little confused, even a little impatient.

Forget it, I shook my head vigorously, strode forward, and walked forward with great momentum. The woman seemed to sense some kind of breath when she glanced at me dissatisfied, and when she looked back, she showed a somewhat uneasy expression when she saw me.

It's like a puppy staring at its owner after doing something bad.

I know what you're thinking about this lady, but you're mistaken, I'm just passing by.

I passed her quickly, not knowing what her expression was because I didn't look at her.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew and snapped.

I felt like someone was slapping me in the face. It was pitch black.

I grabbed what was stuck on my face and saw that it was a flyer.

I stared at the flyer, the headline of which read the word "Saying".

People will be unlucky, and they will stuff their teeth when they drink cold water. This statement starts today, and I decided to be convinced.

I didn't read the content, I crumpled the flyer in a ball, held it in the palm of my hand, and was ready to find a trash can and throw it away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, the wind blew suddenly, and a hand slipped and flew out. This little brother, I'm really sorry, are you okay? ”

I looked up and saw a young man who looked a few years older than me, wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and tie, trotting all the way up to me, smiling wryly and apologizing to me.

I opened my mouth wide, a little speechless. He blinked curiously when he saw that I didn't speak, and that I was still looking like I couldn't say anything. "What's wrong with you?"

I pointed behind him. He turned his head along my fingers and screamed miserably.

Countless leaflets danced in the wind, whirled and swirled, and swept away into the sky with the wind.

"Is this possible?" I couldn't help but laugh and shook my head helplessly. The young man scrambled after a small tornado formed by the leaflets, and in a moment he was gone.

Passing a large electronics store, I walked down a small staircase to a bench next to the small fountain and sat down. As far as the eye can see, there is a blue river in front of you, which is setting off layers of fine waves and flowing westward.

The slender branches of the willow trees planted by the river gently swayed with the wind, like a group of wandering ghosts.

I flattened the crumpled flyer paper in my palm and stared at it.

If the ticket price is not high, I would like to go to the theater alone to see the proverb again.

With the idea that it might be a flyer promoting a slang performance, I silently looked at the contents, but was immediately surprised.

This is not a flyer to promote a slang performance, but a flyer for recruitment.

"'Jimei Entertainment Agency' is now recruiting a number of lecturer trainees. Interested parties can register at the front desk of Guimet Entertainment Agency Headquarters on June 25 from 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m.

Job Description: A one-year systematic language training will be conducted. Zero-based is also available, welcome to everyone who loves words. There is no age limit, and there is no limit to academic qualifications. Training hours per day: 8:00 a.m. to 5:00 p.m., 9 hours per day.

Salary: 800 yuan/month. Accommodation and meals are provided during the training period, and self-rented housing is also available. After one year of assessment, you can sign a contract with the company after passing the assessment, and the company will arrange a debut stage for everyone after signing the contract.

Company location: No. 55, Fengting Street, Jinhai City, Central District, Tel: 1008-55-0086. ”

After reading the last line, I fell into deep thought.

Today is June 22nd. There are still three days to go. If you take the slang out of it, it's a pretty good job for me at the moment, a 17-year-old boy who graduated from high school, is financially struggling, and doesn't have any particular ideals.

Not only is there no age limit, there are no educational requirements, but room and board are provided throughout the entire year of training. Although the monthly salary of 800 yuan is not much, if you don't have to spend money on food and housing - I don't have the habit of spending lavishly. It's a lot of money to save up for a year.

But in the end, this is only the result of excluding the factor of slang.

Clown. A clown for consumption and entertainment. Clowns who can't tell the truth.

I have some interest in the language, but I am shy away from the teacher. I don't know what kind of group they are, or what kind of world they live in. This makes my anticipation and faint excitement no longer so pure.

The image of the whisperer I saw on TV as a child suddenly came back to my mind.

After speaking, the speaker was hit by the corner of his eyebrows when he was hit by the egg thrown on the stage, and blood flowed down his face. The audience erupted in frantic laughter and curses, as well as screams and screams.

But he sat there, looking at the audience with a smile, and bowed respectfully, without wiping the blood from the corners of his eyebrows.

I can't remember his looks, his clothes, or his age, except for a certain breath of fear that gripped my nerves, and burned it deep into my mind.

I tried to change his looks, his clothes, his age. I tried to be the whisperer. So I sat down on the stage, finished my speech, and looked down at the stage with a smile on my face.