There are two things in the world that can deeply shake people's hearts, one is the high moral code in our hearts, and the other is the brilliant starry sky above our heads.

-- Immanuel Kant

When Wang Yue took his eyes off the lines of words in the book, the starry sky above his head was indeed already brilliant.

He rubbed his sour eyes, making sure that with his unremitting efforts, his myopia and astigmatism had deepened again. With a sigh, he closed the dirty and broken book that had passed through an unknown number of people, and there were a few blurred words printed on the cover with inferior ink - "Encyclopedia".

For this set of books, Wang Yue took all his net worth.

The so-called whole is only 360 yuan.

Poverty is often not what people think, it rarely inspires people to be competitive, more often it makes people despair, lose motivation, and then lazy and lazy, and just live by inertia.

Obviously, Wang Yue is not such a person.

His parents died when he was a child, and he grew up to be ten years old by scavenging in the garbage heap, and he was even more unbearable than his peers.

After the age of ten, he began to steal chickens and dogs, and was often caught, and when he was caught, he was beaten, and sometimes he fought back, and the result of fighting back was more beating. After being beaten so much, he hasn't been beaten to death, I really don't know if it's hard or cheap.

The turn of events occurred when he was eleven years old, and he accidentally found that the first-grade students were in class, so he secretly stood outside the window and listened to what the middle-aged woman on the podium was talking about.

So one day after school, he went into the classroom and stole a Chinese textbook and Xinhua dictionary, hid in the corridor of a residential building at night, and played the game of looking up the dictionary by the faint light of the voice-activated lamp, and there was a cough every five minutes in the corridor, and the voice-activated light turned on, and after five minutes, the light went out, and then he was awakened by the cough again, and the cycle went on and on, and he didn't know what to do.

There's nothing to talk about about talent. A year later, Wang Yue was able to read most of the ordinary books.

However, because reading consumes too much spare time, the time for shaving is greatly reduced, and his stomach can not be filled, fortunately he is now literate, and he has learned some useless knowledge from books, coupled with the shameless talent that he has been beaten since he was a child, he actually found an opportunity - to become a guy in a small restaurant in the suburbs.

This job, if it can barely be called a job, is in charge of three meals a day (leftovers from the guests the day before), accommodation (a storeroom for storing miscellaneous goods), and a salary of 360 yuan a month.

Three hundred and sixty yuan, in this era, is no longer much money, if you are an ordinary person, I am afraid that you think that this salary is insulting yourself. But Wang Yue is very satisfied, there is food, shelter, and a little money, compared to the past, it is already a paradise.

Later, he saw this set of encyclopedias in a used bookstore, a complete set of twenty copies, each with 500 pages, and the boss asked for a thousand yuan. He squatted for a month, grinding every day, his mouth was worn out, and he was a scoundrel who was slippery, and the boss had the intention of driving away the leper dog, and finally 360 yuan "endured the pain and cut love". Just one month's salary, I don't know if it's a coincidence.

Later, in order to save electricity, he studied this set of books on the side of the road in front of the small restaurant, by the light of the street lamp.

Today, I just finished reading the twentieth book. Wang Yue planned to start reading it again tomorrow, because he instinctively felt that the content of this set of books was useful, and if possible, he wanted to memorize it.

It's just that the light is too dim, which is really bad for the eyes, and things are getting blurry these days. There was a description of this phenomenon in the encyclopedia, and he knew that it was called myopia.

However, a person who has to work so hard to survive, why should he care about such a trivial matter as short-sightedness?

At this moment, this short-sighted, shabby, miserable life, crossing Maslow's theory of psychological needs, breaking Guan Zhong's subtle words about being honest and knowing etiquette, and pursuing spiritual civilization with nothing did not know that disaster was coming.

In the brilliant starry sky overhead, in the extraterrestrial space tens of thousands of miles away, among the countless stars, there is a huge meteorite that has traveled across the stars for an unknown amount of time, and it is approaching the earth.

With the development of human civilization to this day, the exploration of space is no longer at the level of beginners, and it is strange that the world's most advanced detection instruments are still unaware of the arrival of this dangerous meteor. The meteor roared towards Wang Yue's location at a speed far greater than sound, shooting at the exact mark.

It passed through the atmosphere and began to burn violently, rapidly decreasing in size. It is getting smaller and smaller, and by the time it enters the stratosphere, it has been worn down to the size of only a football ball, however, tens of millions of kilometers of crossing, tens of kilometers of kinetic potential energy accumulation, the energy carried in it, has become incalculable.

Wang Yue got up and patted off the dust on his body, returned to his small storeroom, put the books in his hand among the twenty books, and then pinched a corner of the burden from the pile of miscellaneous items in the corner of the wall, carefully wrapped the twenty books, and put them at the head of the bed.

He knew in his heart that no thief poorer than him would come into this room to steal, but he still had to make sure that this set of books was within his control, which was the human instinct for his most precious things.

Then he took off his coat and lay down, and after a few breaths, there was a snoring sound. The teenager is always snooze, has no worries, and falls asleep very quickly.

In a peaceful sleep, the meteor fell from the sky. There was no sound, no light, it fell like a ghost, and bombarded Wang Yue's body.

He didn't even snort, and died decisively, without a body.