The way back is longer than the way you came.

Next to the crooked, dirty and sour path that Yang Zheng stepped on, there was a road paved with sunshine.

On this sun-paved avenue, there are many people who can't see clearly, and their bodies are either white and scary, or black and panicked.

As Yang Zheng passed by them one by one, these people gradually became a little red.

On the fourth floor, it's all mirrored rooms. Although Yang Zheng broke a mirror, she also hurriedly made up for a cleaner new mirror in time.

The new mirror looks as smooth and clean as before.

But in fact, if you look closely, you can still see uneven spots on this mirror.

These uneven points seemed to gradually amplify with the footsteps of Yang Zheng in the distance.

When Yang Zheng completely left this floor, the uneven dots turned into four big characters.

"Mirror Hell."

With the appearance of these four big characters, all the mirrors on this layer are shaking!

Sting! Bang Dang! Click! Crash! Ding dong!

The mirrors shattered into slag in this different and piercing sound!

And on that sunny avenue, the people didn't seem to see the debris all over the ground, they danced on the debris, until the soles of their feet flowed bright red blood, and they ran to the end of the road with joy and excitement.

……

The third floor, the Iron Tree World.

It is still silver-leaved chrysanthemum everywhere, and there is still a sunny avenue.

It's just that most of the people walking on the Sunshine Avenue are colorful.

Some of them were lying next to the silver leaf chrysanthemum, smiling as hard as Yang Zheng did at the beginning. With their voices slowly resembling those of the silver leaf chrysanthemum, the color of their personality slowly faded to the white of the silver leaf chrysanthemum.

In addition to the people who laugh, there are also people who keep spitting out dirty thoughts like Yang Zheng, but they don't pick up and think like Yang Zheng. On the contrary, they stepped on the thinking, and slowly they were also dyed black by the thinking of the soles of their feet.

These people of two colors, black and white, when Yang Zheng left this floor, they all raised their heads and smiled at the front.

Then they went on one after the other.

……

The second floor, the scissors world.

The tall modern man was still munching on bread, and the crumbs of bread fell to the ground, causing a swarm of ants to gnaw on them.

The person who was trampled under his feet and couldn't see clearly, he should have wanted to stand up, but he didn't dare to stand up.

After all, that wide sunny avenue was crowded with airtight people, who longed to look up at modern people with their heads held high, and pointed to the dense ants on the ground and said something.

The tall modern man looked playfully at the knife in Yang Zheng's hand, he grabbed the scissors that were cutting the picture next to his right hand, and he proudly cut off a small piece of bread and threw it at Yang Zheng's feet.

The yellow and tender bread exuded a sweet aroma at Yang Zheng's feet.

At this time, Yang Zheng only needs to gently lower his head and bend down to eat this piece of bread.

Although Yang Zheng was hungry, he still refused when he looked at the poor man who couldn't see clearly.

That modern man, seeing that Yang Zheng was unwilling to bend over, he cut a larger piece of bread again and threw it at Yang Zheng's feet.

Cuckoo! Roll and turn! Grunt!

Yang Zheng suddenly came up with the idiom called hunger, he subconsciously lowered his head to look at the bread on the ground, hunger made him subconsciously want to bend down to pick up the two slices of bread and stuff them in his mouth.

Just as he was about to stoop down to pick up the bread, the poor man seemed enraged, and he barked like a wild dog.

This anger made Yang Zheng sober up, and he looked up at the poor man's face with fewer and fewer words that represented good qualities, and he bit his lip.

Even if the tall modern man cut a large slice of bread with bright red jam again, Yang Zheng did not choose to lower his head and bend down until he left.

After all, he promised Lao Yang Tou that he must be an iron-clad person, so that those who once looked down on Lao Yang Tou could take a good look at his son as a man who stood up to the sky.

The tall modern man looked at the back of Yang Zheng leaving, he was angry and resentful, picked up the bread in his hand, and slapped it on the face of the poor man at his feet again and again.

Kindness, persistence, gentleness, norms... These beautiful qualities slowly disappeared from the faces of the poor people, and in the end only the cheapest dignity remained.

And the loaf of bread is getting bigger and bigger, and the jam is colorful, and the onlookers are tearing their clothes as if they are cheering something!

……

The first layer is the tongue pulling out the world.

Yang Zheng looked at the elegant man in front of him tiredly.

The elegant man in front of him was surrounded by countless beautiful, ugly, or ordinary faces.

These faces are vivid and different.

These faces, under the skillful performance of the elegant man, slowly lost their original brilliance and became almost the same. They also seemed to see Yang Zheng, because the elegant man's eyes were smiling.

"Do you want to be like us?"

"Be the one to be respected and envied."

"You ask me what I mean by respect and envy? If it is placed in the current era, it should mean superior. ”

"As long as you are willing, you can be like us in the next second, in this high-rise building, and become an existence that outsiders can only look up to."

The elegant man said as he spat out his three disgusting, sticky tongues.

The six big characters that were printed on the tongue, under Yang Zheng's tired gaze, slowly blended together, and finally froze into the word "vulgar"!

The numb people, looking at the word "vulgar", their eyes were also smiling.

They stretched out their hands, as if they wanted to grasp the word "detached", to make themselves different, and to become an existence that outsiders looked up to.

When their hands were about to touch the word "otherworldly".

A light stung their eyes.

They looked at the light angrily, and their eyes slowly grew terrified.

That light is not only a light, he is also a knife! A sword! Even he's a ruler!

The cold light! cut off the disgusting tongue, and also cut off the word vulgar.

When the word "desecrate" howled, the light, stained with the blood dripping from the tongue, wrote sixteen large characters on the ground.

In the world, all people are ordinary people. The yearning of the heart, the past.

With these sixteen big characters.

The elegant man turned into the original sewage, and when the second-level modern man was about to eat the last dignity on the poor man's face, the poor man finally stood up in resistance.

The poor man tore off the dignity on his face, and under the word dignity, his face actually had the same face as Yang Zheng's father, Lao Yangtou! This man picked up dignity, just like the night of Lao Yangtou, his eyes were bright red, his face was flushed, and his neck was frighteningly red.

Even the word dignity in his hand is thrilling!

This man is holding the word dignity, like holding a pig-killing knife and stabbing it hard in the heart of modern people.

The blood stained the bread red, and the ants on the ground.

The man laughed, and with one foot he smashed the filthy bread on the ground, plunging the word dignity into his chest.

As the word dignity returned to the man's heart, the blood flowing in his chest actually ignited a raging fire again, and the raging fire was enthusiastic and beautiful.

This raging fire burned through the second layer and spread to the third layer, and the silver leaf chrysanthemum that could only laugh and scream fluttered the leaves, but the fire was too big and too fierce, no matter how hard they tried, it would be useless.

The large, fierce flames found a thought that they hadn't had time to crush, and they cautiously crossed it and threw themselves into the fourth layer.

In the tears of pain that burned with the fire of that silver leaf chrysanthemum.

The word "world" on the first layer, the second layer, and the third layer slowly turned into the word "hell".

"I'm not as good as hell, who goes to hell!"

The man straightened his back and said loudly.

……

Yang Zheng pushed the door open,

Outside the door, there is a plate of freshly fried vegetables.

The dish is hot, and it is what he loves to eat.

The dish is not salty or light, and the taste is just right.

He picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it in his mouth.

The tender and juicy meat made him forget all the bad things just now. He picked up the note next to the dish, a cute cartoon character, and said aggrievedly, I'm sorry for giving too much fish and salt today.

Yang Zheng suddenly remembered that this cartoon image was a chess girl character drawn by Huanhuan, and he shouted from the bottom of his heart, as long as the dishes you cook are the best dishes in the world, as long as the cartoons you draw are also the best cartoons in the world!

Behind the closed door across from him, a woman cried like a child.

(End of Volume III)