Out of nowhere, two young gangsters appeared, and when they saw the fight at the door, they were as excited as if they had been beaten with chicken blood, and shouted: "Fight! Who is it? Who is this? It seems that he is full of energy and has nowhere to vent, it seems that it is not a big deal, and he is also familiar with the two security guards, and before the security guard can reply, one of the thugs actually jumped up in the air, and kicked the drunk man to the ground with a kick. He doesn't take other people's lives or possible consequences seriously.

The drunk man was lying on the ground, ten minutes of wine was now awake, and there were only two expressions on his face, dazed and frightened.

"Who are you? Dare to make trouble? I grass! ”

The young thug squatted down and yelled at him, and then without saying a word, he fanned down with two big slaps, and the crackling sound was unusually loud in the noisy city, shattering the man's dignity to the ground, and he looked like Lao Tzu was the best in the world. The other gangster and two security guards seem to be still in the pleasure of ravaging others, standing on the side still looking eager to try, as long as the man dares to have the intention of resisting, the consequences must be unbearable to look at.

The man squirmed slightly on the ground, his face flushed, but he didn't say a word, and even his gaze narrowed.

Coincidentally, Graphite was sitting on a small bench eating supper, which happened to be facing the door, and naturally saw all this in his eyes.

Sympathy and anger from the bottom of his heart arose together in his heart, and he suddenly remembered a sentence: meanness is the passport of the mean, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble!

Reality is often accompanied by a lot of banal helplessness and powerless forbearance, and the savage evil and ugliness of human nature can be seen everywhere in life, especially at night, in dark corners, and on the edge of the law.

The person concerned forbears and retreats or fights for his life, and the bystanders sympathize or gloat and whisper from afar, this is life, it is the human nature hidden by the gorgeous civilized society, which has hardly changed much in thousands of years, and it is estimated that there will not be much change in the next few thousand years.

As the old saying goes, there are gods on the head, but in reality, there are a few people who take the gods on their heads seriously; The so-called evil is rewarded with evil, and good is rewarded with good, which seems to be just an empty word, and the reality is often to starve to death for the timid and support the bold. With the development of science and technology, as people learn more about the world around them, God and gods have become more and more distant from real life, and piety and reverence have long since become ancient in people's hearts.

The more real, the more cruel!

Graphite sat there and drank the wine from his glass, and a string in his heart seemed to tremble slightly because of something.

He asked himself, "What do people live for?" ”

He seemed to see his old self, the self who used to work hard for life like a humble worker ant. Those two loud slaps seemed to be slammed into his face, and they hurt hotly.

Creation gives people an incredible mind and soul, but it is confined to an ant-like body, so "living" has become the final bottom line of every ant's life, in this "ant" world, only a few ants can live like people, and most people forget that they actually live like an ant.

In this midnight, in this bustling sea of people, in this corner of this bizarre city.

Graphite looked at the world of people coming and going in front of him alone, and in the depths of his soul, he finally asked himself very seriously: "What are people living for?" Where am I from? Where am I going? ”

He could not easily get a clear answer, that was the ultimate question of the wise men of the age, which had been hanging over the heads of civilization for thousands of years. In the world of ants below, there will always be one or two special ants who occasionally look up at it, their faces full of endless confusion.

When Graphite looked up at it, his face was also full of confusion and sighs.

He shook his head slightly, and his thoughts quickly returned to the real world in front of him. Then, gently lowering his glass and chopsticks, he stood up and walked straight towards them with firm and steady steps.

At this moment, there was a "click", as if something had broken slightly, and a crack appeared in the layer of ant shell on the graphite's body, as if it had been struck by lightning, and a distinct lightning-like crack appeared on the shell.

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With every step he took, the blood on his body became hotter, and based on the inertia of ant thinking in the past, his body trembled slightly.

When the thug slapped the man again, his hand was suddenly grabbed by a hand reaching out from the side, which locked his arm like an iron hoop, making him unable to move at all.

The thug looked up, puzzled and dazed, his eyes bulging like a dazed ant.

He found that he was caught by a young man who looked thin and gentle, so he immediately became angry, like a hero who swept through the eight wildernesses and was challenged by ants, he didn't understand why there were so many ants who didn't have the eyesight to see, and dared to challenge his authority, he decided to give the thin ant in front of him a little color, and teach him how to be a person, "Who are you?" Looking for death, right? His fierce appearance does look a little scary, this is a ruthless man who dares to do anything! He is still young, there is still a long way to go, his experience is still a little thin, this young ant usually only looks at the distance of about three meters in front of him, and they generally don't think much about it farther away.

"If we're not crazy, we'll be old." That's their slogan.

The young ants chanted this slogan all the way and went on a rampage, although they didn't quite understand the meaning of the phrase, but they all had their own understanding, everyone's "madness" was different, and the madness of this ant gangster was: he wanted to make a name for himself on this street. Even this idea is too crazy for him, so his real idea is to pick up soft persimmons and pinch a few, the sound must be loud, the scene must be crushing, and the persimmons must look soft enough.

Relying on this bit of cleverness, the gangster ant can barely survive on this street, although it is as far away as the wind and rain in his dreams, but his brain cells have not had time to think about this, most of the time his body is controlled by the chemical reactions in the receptors and the chemical reactions in the outside world, he thinks that he is the one who stands in the ant pile, and he especially enjoys the eyes of those ants when they look at him in fear, retreat, and forbearance, which will accelerate the chemical reaction in his body, and he can't stop it.

He glared at him just now, and slapped a few times at a huge big man, these movements quickly transformed into chemical reactions in his body, he felt fluttering, he enjoyed this chemistry very much, but hell today, he was interrupted before he had time for a perfect curtain call, as if a song was interrupted by life at the climax, he was very unhappy.

A chemical reaction called "anger" in his body began to burn violently and gradually took control of his body.

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Graphite grabbed the thug's hand and stopped him from continuing to insult the man on the ground.

It is very strange that he was still a little nervous and his heart was beating faster just now, but the moment he stretched out his hand, he miraculously calmed down, he didn't feel that he was facing an irrational stunned young man, he might pull out a knife and stab without saying a word, maybe he would call his accomplices to hug him and flatten him, these scenes he used to be afraid and frightened now he didn't care, he was sure at once: in front of him was a small ant that moved with his sense of smell, and a few more were nothing.

The little ant was interrupted in his path, and he suddenly looked like an ant on a hot pot, but so what? The thought crossed Graphite's mind.

The crack in the ant's shell on his body made another "click" sound, and the crack widened again.

He had never touched anyone before, and he had no experience as an honest ant.

But at this moment, he is no longer an ordinary ant, and there are many strange things on this ant, such as a dagger, a long knife, a hammer, and the like that may have an extra hand in his hand at any time; Not to mention turning around and pulling out a handful of desert/eagles, AK47s, throwing two grenades and the like that will make international headlines.

Of course, it's good to think about it, if he really pulls out the AK47, he really can't imagine what a beautiful picture and ending it will be in the future.

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"You guys are too much, how can you punch and kick a drunk person, there is no royal law?"

Graphite shouted loudly as he glanced around at the two security guards and the other thug, his eyes full of justice.

Obviously, he did it on purpose, and he deliberately showed the golden signboard of "righteousness and courage".

There are often many follow-up interpretations of this kind of thing, but no matter which one of them, it is innately correct for him to stand on the moral high ground first, so if he has any uncontrollable hot scenes, he can also be recognized by the vast majority of ants, he thinks so.

The gangsters who did it, the gangsters who watched from the sidelines, the two security guards who did it before, a total of four parties were stunned for a moment.

Some of the melon-eating crowds who watched from the beginning were also in high spirits, and there was a meat show!

Other melon-eating people who have just heard the sound of the people have asked left and right to understand the outline of the previous situation, and then they also moved the bench and waited!

It's so rare for someone like Graphite to stand up and say this kind of thing in life, and it's mostly just a shot from a movie.

The four parties did not understand very much, and it was easy to read two words from their faces - "confused", which was really a long time to see, graphite was indeed standing in front of them, in their eyes it was an ordinary passer-by who could not be more ordinary, thin, and a young scholar with a literary temperament.

This is a stupid and daring nerd!

They were slightly stunned, but they finally came back to reality, and then they thought so at the same time.

Based on the innate instinct of the four ants to "live", they still secretly looked at the graphite, and did not find any momentum of the superior in him, nor did they see any special reliance, as for what Jianghu Qixia martial arts master or the like, it was a novel or a TV, and they would not even think about it in reality, they pondered what he just said, and quickly tasted some taste.

This guy should have a bad brain, a dead reading nerd.

This kind of nerd can still occasionally see one or two in the real world, they are full of idealism, they are one of the few people who do not bend their waists for five buckets of rice, but unfortunately they are often neither on their own nor most of them are helpless, they are both admirable and sympathetic, their lives are mostly associated with tragedy, most of the time, they can only get a few glory after death.

That's the annotation that the nerds gave them later, and they called it civilization!

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