The two little red books record the quotations and poems of the great founding leaders of our country:

Regime comes out of the barrel of a gun!

A spark can start a prairie fire!

All reactionaries are paper tigers!

The Chinese people have stood up since then!

If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone!

It's going to rain, my mother is going to get married, let him go!

I am confident that if I live for 200 years, I will be hit by water for 3,000 miles!

The whistle has been broken, and the end of the world is lonely!

The mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood!

Look at the world with cold eyes!

There are so many delicate rivers and mountains!

In the cold autumn of independence, the Xiangjiang River goes north, and the head of Orange Island!

No need to fart, try to see the world turned upside down!

Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow!

The army and the people are united as one, try to see who can be the enemy in the world!

If no one offends me, I will not offend anyone; If anyone sins against me, I will offend.

Strategically despise the enemy, tactically value the enemy!

We must resolutely support what the enemy opposes, and we must resolutely oppose what the enemy supports!

Struggle with the sky, the fun is endless! Struggle with the ground, the fun is endless! Struggle with people, the fun is endless!

Long live the people!

Khrushchev never engaged in a cult of personality, and his downfall was that no one worshipped him!

The People's Liberation Army is coming, Situ Leiden is gone!

The world is yours and ours, but ultimately yours is yours. You young people are full of vigor and are in their prime, like the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. Hope is in you!

No matter how wind blows and waves blow, it's better than a leisurely stroll!

If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life!

……

The paper has been yellowed and a little brittle, and the warning words that have inspired a generation or even generations have begun to slowly seep through, penetrating into time and blurring.

Good hopes, bad hopes, and bad hopes have all been beaten into a deformed history, which is really embarrassing.

If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old, and the right way in the world is the vicissitudes of life......

Jiang Tian picked up a tuft of white hair on Zhang Yuanfu's body and muttered, "I know who the murderer is, but do you really want to know the truth?" ”

……

In Uncle Xiaomao's house, everyone saw a man with white hair sitting on the ground in a daze, his eyes glazed.

He has a noose around his neck and kitchen knives, saws, and hammers scattered around his feet.

The white-haired monster looked at the group of frightened people in front of him and laughed miserably.

It opened its mouth and said in a hoarse voice, "What should I do?" I've tried, and I can't kill myself. ”

Jiang Tian slowly approached the white-haired monster, came to it, and sat on the ground like it.

"I can help you out, but I have one condition, can you tell me what's going on?" After a pause, Jiang Tian said softly, "Uncle Mao, no...... Or should it be called you, Uncle Zhang. ”

Uncle Mao's eyes regained a little brilliance.

"You...... You are ......" Xiao Zhang took a few steps forward, but was stopped by Zhang Guoqing.

"Kid, smart." Uncle Mao's voice was very hoarse, "You guessed everything?" ”

"I don't understand, why did you kill your own father?"

"Because he was never my father."

"Why wait until now to kill him?"

"Because he's my father."

Jiang Tian nodded, "Last question, how did you become like this?" ”

Uncle Xiao Mao pointed to a box on a broken table next to him, which contained a needle and a few pieces of paper.

"I probably won't be able to wait any longer." Uncle Xiao Mao lowered his head and said, "This afternoon, when I knew that you were going to that ruined city, I knew that the secret of the year had been discovered again. ”

"This box was dug up from a grave in the abandoned city many years ago, and the pieces of paper on which a secret experiment was recorded. See for yourself, I don't have much time, so I won't say much. After I found this box, I finally realized that all the tragedies were caused by this experiment! ”

"Why do you say that?"

"Without that experiment, there wouldn't be so many long-haired monsters who are not ghosts, the first villager to see the green-haired monster wouldn't have died, Li Xianjin wouldn't have died, my mother wouldn't have been driven out of the house by the Li family and left in the mountains, and she wouldn't have ......."

"Are you still kidding yourself?" Jiang Tian interrupted Uncle Mao's words and said lightly.

"You...... What do you mean? ”

"Your tragedy comes from the fact that your mother likes Zhang Yuanfu but thinks that the Zhang family has no money, so she married Li Xianjian, who has no fertility but is an activist and an advanced figure. It comes from your mother and Zhang Yuanfu hooking up with each other, but they still remember the honor of the Li family. It comes from the mixture between the advanced ideology of the country and the traditional concepts of backward mountain villages in that era. ”

"If you don't want to say it, I'll say it for you." Jiang Tian looked at Uncle Mao, who was already panting and baring his fangs, and said calmly, "I noticed that although your clothes are shabby, they are very clean and tidy, and the furniture and facilities in the house are simple but orderly, you should be a person who pays a lot of attention to image, right?" However, when you were a child with such a strong sense of self-esteem, you were looked down upon and despised by the old people in the village, and you were called Xiaomao by the people in your village, and you felt very uncomfortable, didn't you? ”

"After so many years, the old people of the year have all died, and not many people in the new generation will care about or mention the past, so you should be relieved? But you still can't let go of yourself, you force yourself not to forget, it's never easy. ”

"Finally, you've injected yourself with potions, and you've truly turned yourself into what you think you are the hairy monster you think you are. You twisted Zhang Yuanfu's head behind him, didn't you just let him see the wrong path he had taken? ”

"When you were a human being, you lived in the past, and you never relaxed and happy to be a human being. How ridiculous it is when you really become a hairy monster, but you can choose various methods and even beg me to help you commit suicide and calmly get rid of it! ”

"Do you know, why did Zhang Yuanfu put on the green uniform of sixty years ago again?"

Uncle Xiao Mao roared, opened his mouth and bit Jiang Tian.

"Bang".

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet spun at high speed, with a scorching heat, through Uncle Mao's mouth and into his brain.

Jiang Tian raised his pistol, looked at Uncle Mao who fell straight upright, and said: "Because Zhang Yuanfu is the real relief, he chooses to face himself sixty years ago, and he will embrace the future with a smile." ”

There was one thing worth mentioning, almost only Jiang Tian noticed that Zhang Yuanfu had a slight smile on his face.

Xiao Zhang looked at Uncle Mao's corpse with tears in his eyes, "Why?" Uncle Mao, why can't you let it go? We don't talk about the old days anymore, so why do you bother with it? ”

Probably, Uncle Xiao Mao thinks like this:

You've let me go, but I can't let myself go.

The things of the past, the things of the past, have been engraved in my mind, in my heart, and in the depths of my memory since I can remember.

I've never dared to look in the mirror, I've never dared to go to the water's edge, I've never even dared to look you in the eye, I'm afraid I'll see myself as a monster.

I originally thought that as time passed, people died, and everything before was gradually forgotten, I would be able to slowly stand up until I became a person.

But I was wrong, I was too naïve, it couldn't get by, it never died, it was like my shadow, silently following behind, gradually eating away at my soul, until I became my shadow, and I could only feel a trace of security in the aimless night.

……

In the past, it was never completely in the past, it even appeared in the present, shaping our future.

Once upon a time, it was like a heavy shackle, always reminding us that we can't let go.

Therefore, we cannot let go of the past mistakes, past sufferings and past losses, and we believe that only by keeping these in mind can we move forward.

But isn't this one of the most paradoxical existences?

If you haven't let go, how can you get out?

So you willingly fall into the regret of self-deception day after day?

Why do people regret it? It's nothing more than beginning to regret that I didn't get better.

As a result, they often cling to the various mistakes they have made in the past, and forget to give their future selves a way to live.

……

A second after Zhang Yuanfu's death, his consciousness had not completely dissipated:

Once I saw everything, crazy ten years.

Now I'm dead.

As a result, it was difficult to distinguish between truth and falsehood, good from evil, and all the good and bad that were difficult to take, and no one in the later generations will remember them.

Will it be......

Will you......