Man's pursuit of good and evil, like man's pursuit of beauty and ugliness, is deeply rooted. For beauty, in fact, it is no longer the patent of a few people. If we let go of the prejudice of beauty and ugliness and carefully observe the people around us, we will find that everyone actually has a unique sense of beauty.

The wicked have their own grinding, and sometimes we say that. What about the good people? Maybe the good need the evil to grind. Goodness, so far goodness, can be said to be just a cleanliness fetish. Cleanliness is a disease, and the good will probably be cured by the grinding of the wicked.

When Fahai suppressed the White Snake, Xu Xian said that it was a demon, and I was happy. No matter how ridiculous things are, they can't stand your will, so Fahai collapsed. Fahai went to suppress the White Snake out of his goodness, and his goodness came from his cleanliness, because of his cleanliness, he was not used to it, and because he was not used to it, he was not allowed to appear. This is the cleanliness of goodness.

There is a good way for good, and there is also an evil way for evil.

In a small dining room, a storyteller is telling a story.

"It's a joy to hit someone when you want to hit someone and run away if you want to. ”

Sanmao rolled his eyes when he heard it, "It's just a kind of happiness." ”

"Problem: People can come up with technology when they are tired of beating people. ”

Sanmao desperately picked up rice in his mouth.

"It's also a joy to grab something if you want to. ”

Sanmao continued to roll his eyes, but didn't say anything more.

"Why don't you say it's just a kind of happiness?" the storyteller looked at Sanmao with a smile.

"It meant to be. Sanmao muttered.

"If you're tired of robbing the problem, you can come up with a way. The storyteller ran to Sanmao, "Sanmao, are you a good person?"

Sanmao's face turned white, "What do you say?"

"Why do you think there are always bad deeds among these individuals, except for her?"

"Hmph, the wicked are in charge!" Sanmao was a little indignant.

"Then why do wicked people rule?" the storyteller continued.

Sanmao lowered his head, "You stopped me." ”

"The wicked have the wicked to grind, who will grind the good man?" the storyteller opened the folding fan and swayed away.

"I see, it's like she's been grinded out by that big villain. Sanmao shouted at the back of the storyteller.

There are good ways for good, and there are evil ways for evil, but in fact, it has nothing to do with good or bad.