In the current TV series, the characters all live in villas, large flats, drive luxury cars, wear famous brands, and acquire companies at every turn. It's been a long time since I've seen that kind of very poor TV series, and I want to watch the kind of protagonists who are overwhelmed by poverty from beginning to end, and in the end, everyone is still overwhelmed by poverty after their own hard work.

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Fuso people like to work hard, but how hard work is called hard work?

And now there is a popular saying: "You haven't worked hard enough, and you're not qualified to talk about sudden death." (This sentence is a mantra that Xiaojiu has personally experienced from God's perspective, and it is the favorite mantra of leaders.) ）

Not qualified to talk about sudden death?

So what should a qualified person look like?

For months in a row, I didn't sleep before 2 o'clock at night, I fainted in meetings, I often had nosebleeds on the keyboard, and my hair fell out a lot?

How heart-wrenching, in a hard-working society, 'sudden death' has become a matter of seniority.

You might say, "Harvard lights up at half past four in the morning, and Kobe Bryant sees Los Angeles at four in the morning every day." ”

Who are you fighting against? No one tells you that Harvard's library is almost empty at 12 o'clock, and Kobe Bryant rarely gets up at half-past four?

Effort is a very correct sentence, nonsense.

Not working hard is a kind of superiority, discrimination.

How can the urban-rural divide be eliminated? Step up your game! How can the gap between rich and poor be narrowed? Step up your game! How to cross the class gap? Step up your game!

It's a good thing to be naïve, and it's stupid to be too naïve. The so-called hard work can change everything, maybe this cruel society gives you the last tenderness.

In a society full of stubborn diseases, everyone can openly take up the weapon of 'not working hard' to discriminate against those who are forgotten, and it is extremely just.

Therefore, hard work has become the source of moral deficiency, and the country of Fuso is not wary of this reality, and then a culture of unbelievable culture is born.

Suicide culture.

It's like a lineage.

The people of Fuso appreciate the instant splendor of cherry blossoms, the momentary silence, and the ephemeral splendor. Over time, it has become the core of their culture, pursuing self-destruction and self-sublimation.

Cha Duoyu has heard of it, but he can't understand why a living person should choose death so easily? Huangquan Road, Yin Cao Difu, how can it be as beautiful as everyone imagined!

I hadn't thought about it carefully before, but today I saw Fuso's suicide with my own eyes, and Cha Duoyu suddenly felt a little frightened: "If that Aokihara is really as rumored, how many resentments will accumulate over the years?" Hanged ghosts, abandoned babies, frozen ghosts, starving ghosts, dry bones that no one buried, dense sea of trees that shade the sun all year round, boundless yin qi and layers of ghost qi. ”

"Unthinkable!"

"My scalp tingles just thinking about it!"

In Cha Duoyu's memory, there is also a profession similar to ghosts and gods in Fusang, which seems to be called Onmyoji. Isn't the onmyoji of Fuso aware of the dangers involved? If it were to erupt, it would be even more terrifying than the power of an atomic bomb.

Looking through the windshield, you can see that the snow clouds are getting thicker and thicker, and they are about to connect with Mt. Fuji, and the snowflakes are falling in large numbers.

The speed of the vehicle continues to decrease.

"Are all Fuso people insane? Participating in a suicide campaign is like rushing to be reincarnated! Cha Duoyu took a sip, and his tone was full of contempt, "If I were their ......"

The words were not finished.

Cha Duoyu's heart trembled violently.

Subconsciously looked into the distance.

The originally gloomy clouds suddenly lit up with a beam of purple light, one end of which connected to Mt. Fuji, and the other end seemed to pierce the clouds, reaching straight beyond the nine-day sky.

Ordinary people may not be able to feel it, but the spiritual sea of Cha Duoyu and Li Hongxian clearly felt that a terrifying netherworld aura suddenly hit the distant Fuji Mountain, which was the kind of netherworld qi that was pure to the extreme.

You know, this is not Huangquan, this is the world.

There was even a brief alternation of day and night in the sky, with the first moment full of stars and the next day thunderstorm.

"Is it the end of the world?"

"Cooler than in the movies!"

"Should we go back?"

"It's too dangerous here!"

In the car with many fishes, Li Hongxian was quite calm, but Fan Xiaohou and Zhou Tong were a little intimidated.

Staring at the apocalyptic scene in the distance, Cha Duoyu guessed uncertainly: "A vision of heaven and earth? Is there a fetish to appear in Mt. Fuji? ”

The history of the family of ghosts and gods is long enough.

If there is history, there is a background, and you can read some truths that will not be recorded in textbooks, and such visions of heaven and earth have not appeared in history.

Li Hongsheng was also observing Mt. Fuji, and then guessed: "It may also be a monster, I don't feel any majestic qi." If it is a divine object, it will not tear nature apart like this, this vision is against heaven and earth, and heaven does not allow it. ”

Just when Cha Duoyu and Li Hongxian were still guessing, people suddenly began to come out of the car on the highway.

At first, it was just a few of them.

It soon evolved into a large crowd.

There are also people walking by next to the car with many fishes.

Everyone looks like the walking dead, and the slightly wooden hike towards Mt. Fuji is a sight to behold when viewed from above.

It's like a pilgrimage!

Pilgrimage for the suicidal?

To whom?

Grim Reaper?

Cha Duoyu didn't get out of the car, and he didn't let Fan Xiaohou get off the car, because after the vision of heaven and earth, it will definitely be accompanied by a catastrophe, whether it is a god or a monster, it is the same.

The road is completely blocked.

The car could no longer take a step forward.

Zhou Tong, who had been sitting in the back seat, suddenly began to get excited, with a strange expression on his face: "Something is calling us." ”

Zhou Tong raised his hand and pointed at Mount Fuji: "Did you hear that?" Something is calling to us! ”

Zhou Tong's eyes began to drift: "If you go there, you can get rid of the shackles of the world and get real freedom." ”

Zhou Tong's hand began to break the handlebar: "I want to get out of the car, let me get out of the car." ”

Zhou Tong's emotions became more and more excited.

Cha Duoyu suddenly asked: "You also worship suicide culture?" ”

Zhou Tong replied coldly: "I have learned karate since I was a child, and I worship the spirit of bushido, you don't understand, it's not suicide at all." ”

Stretched out his finger and pointed at Cha Duoyu: "You are blaspheming my faith!" ”

"Huh."

Cha Duoyu laughed helplessly, turned his head, grabbed Zhou Tong's finger directly, and twisted into a weird curve with a rattle.

It stands to reason that with this level of pain, a college student like Zhou Tong must have rolled on the ground in pain a long time ago, but in fact, he didn't care at all, as if this finger was not his own.

Li Hongsheng made a gesture towards Cha Duoyu.

Cha Duoyu shook his head.

Then, Zhou Tong, who was excited, was directly grabbed by Li Hongsheng, and Cha Duoyu drew a spell in mid-air, a very complex spell, not much spiritual power mobilized, but the lines were very fine and exquisite.

A breath of coolness converges into the Toyota.