I sometimes find people funny.

Many people believe in charlatans, in some publicized lottery mechanisms, and in baseless wishes.

They believe that all human beings are evil.

Convinced of conspiracy theories.

And always believe that you are right.

But they don't believe in the victim, feel that this is the excuse that people who are not willing to face the facts come up with, who are vulnerable, and who are not willing to face the facts.

"Are you selling medicine?" Someone asked from below.

They don't believe that a thirteen-year-old boy would touch a female doctor's buttocks, thinking that children know so much?

They don't believe that people will sacrifice themselves for others, and they think that no one would be willing to sell their own interests.

They don't believe that a girl can do a lot of work for beauty, and they are only willing to speak ill of them, saying p tu.

They don't want to believe in a little bit of goodness in human nature, because it's completely different from themselves.

So they don't believe that people can get rare diseases, because they haven't had them, so it can be taken for granted that these people are acting, but they just want to get the sympathy of others.

"Are you selling medicine?" The man's tone began to grow heavier, a little impatient.

All the things they haven't experienced, all the beauty of the world, all the truth and goodness of humanity, these people won't believe it.

Because a person who lives in hell and has never seen heaven cannot imagine the outside world.

People who speculate about others with the deepest malice.

It's vicious and pathetic.

"Hey! What do you ask? Are you selling medicines? ”

The man kicked the square wooden box under his feet with one foot, as if to test the weight of the box.

"You can't sell things here, you can't sell them somewhere else."

The man looked down at the boxy box, and behind him the man in the same clothes as him beckoned everyone to disperse and not gather here.

"I'm not selling medicine...... "The person who had just spoken passionately scratched his head, obviously feeling a little weak.

"And what's in this box? Recently, a lot of people have come here to sell dog skin plasters, let's check them out. The visitor put his hand on the clasp of the square wooden box, or the small wooden lock.

"I'm not really a drug seller...... I was inspired by that. He crouched down and clicked the wooden lock open.

"You see, it's a special suitcase...... It's all my clothes......"

He casually flipped through the things inside, and it was true that there were only some clothes, as well as long-sleeved antique styles, which were very similar to singing costumes, of course, to be more precise, a few long-sleeved Hanfu, and the patterns were exquisite enough.

"What's your name? Where did it come from? What for? The man flipped the clothes over, and then, fearing that something was hidden, he touched the bottom of the box, and did not miss the edges.

"I'm from Ningbo...... ...... who came here to study" He stayed by with some embarrassment, watching him inspect the square wooden box.

"Ningbo people?" The man stood up: "My ancestral home is also from Ningbo...... Speaking of which, we are also considered fellows...... Next time, don't gather in a crowd to preach the scriptures...... I don't care what you say, but if you say it wrong, I won't show mercy even if it's a fellow countryman......"

The man patted him on the shoulder, because he was taller than him, so he lowered his head and nodded to him: "Look at you, a normal young man...... Don't fool around on the street, it's worth the ticket price to take a photo in the square, you have to make this play, school is going to start today, look at you and you're also a student, young people, don't mess around, we're very busy......"

"Got it, got it, I'm sorry, I'm sorry...... I'm sorry for you guys......" He was even more embarrassed now, so he could only keep his head down and apologize vigorously until the comer left with his team.

"Whew...... Some...... Excited......" he breathed a sigh of relief and shrugged his shoulders. A hand rested on his shoulder again, and he was startled and looked down at the person behind him.

"Uncle Policeman...... Anything else? ”

"It's okay...... I just forgot to remind you to be careful, the boy carries such a big wooden box when he goes out, but it is also risky......"

"Good...... Thank you police uncle for the reminder. He watched the visitor go away again.

"Whew...... Startle me......" He patted his chest, shook his head suddenly, and squatted down a little proudly.

"Wow...... It's horrible...... I thought I'd be caught......" He picked up the wooden lock, examined it carefully, and locked the square wooden box.

He picked up the black hemp strap of the square wooden box, turned it sideways very carefully, put his left hand and right hand into it in turn, and carried the box on his back.

"Really...... I don't know what's going on over there...... Yes...... I still haven't finished the second half of the paragraph...... That's the essence...... Front...... It's all negative energy...... How's that going to work...... I'm a positive little prince......" he said to himself, and a tiny thing crawled up his neck.

It's also strange to say...... It was a transparent, round blue fish, with a cold sweat on its head, lying on his shoulder as if resting, and its white belly was turned in the sun.

"Scared the hell out of me! Ziming...... I thought I was going to be discovered...... If someone finds out...... This matter is a big deal...... Your sister-in-law can't catch you again to lecture! As if blaming the young man with the square wooden box on his back, Xiao Yu angrily patted the young man named Ziming on the shoulder with his tail.

"Oops...... Little Blue ...... Don't you exaggerate that...... I really just felt it...... Isn't that what some people are? A model of selfishness! A hero among the scum! Ziming was impassioned, with a tone and tone, and even a tone of voice.

"I don't care what happens to others! You'd better settle down! Don't go wrong! Xiaolan rolled on Ziming's shoulder.

"Alright, alright! Xiaolan, I know......" He grabbed the square wooden box hard, fixed it on his back, a very small red light flashed on his back, it was a small line, he let go of his hand, and the box was also fixed on his back.

"Anyway...... Do we look like performance art? It seems that they all think that I am selling dog skin plasters......" Ziming walked on a street where there were still a lot of people, everyone was busy with their own things, and no one really cared about another person's "crazy words".

"Remember the task your sister-in-law gave you? It would be nice to bring that murderer to justice...... Don't change all the processes of this plane at will! All! Xiaolan slapped him on the shoulder with the fish's tail again, as if to remind the young man, because this young man is too disobedient every time he does something......

"Little Blue...... I don't really understand my sister-in-law's words, eh......" Ziming touched his head and looked puzzled: "I want to bring that murderer to justice as soon as possible, that is, to protect my mother...... Since that's the case...... That must have changed the course of this era...... How can you not change......"

"Oops...... That is, you just need to bring the murderer to justice before your mother in Shanghai, and then you don't have to worry about the rest...... Go back early...... That's what it means! Xiaolan shook her head, deliberately emphasizing that her body swayed a little.

"Okay...... But...... We don't have any clues right now...... I can only go to the scene of the crime to take a look......" Ziming touched his pocket.

"Hmm...... I think it'......" Little Blue swam down his neck, then to the long hair next to his ear, and then quickly to the top of his head.

"Then don't go...... I want to get something to eat...... Or drink a glass of soy milk......" Ziming took out a very new banknote from his trouser pocket and flicked it with his middle finger, and the banknote rattled.

"I knew ......" Xiaolan rolled her eyes helplessly as if she knew what he would do: "You are really unreliable...... Your dad is so much more honest than you......"

"Don't mention my dad...... My dad is so super invincible and cute, so super invincible, super invincible and beautiful! The super invincible and kind mother can't protect him well, if I really see him...... I'm going to beat him up...... You're in for a treat...... Ning Yufeng...... "Ziming was punching in the air, punching out, the surrounding wind was driven, and many people were blown by the inexplicable wind, and some looked around inexplicably.......

Over here...... But the subway ...... Where did such a big hall style come from?

"Huh! You're such a dutiful son! Xiaolan rolled over his clean and fresh hair, and slapped Ming's head with a fishtail in anger.

"Hmph, anyway, my mother is so kind and cute...... If he doesn't protect it, he can't do it! Even if he's my dad! Not at all! Ziming also seemed to be angry with himself. Entered the door of the subway.

"Great filial son, great filial son, right...... Hurry up...... If you miss the time...... We may be on the verge of failure...... Your sister-in-law is going to be absolutely angry......"

"I'm definitely going to do it well...... Sister-in-law, you can rest assured...... He will definitely praise my ......" Ziming finally walked through the subway with a big box on his back and found a place, which can be regarded as a self-talk and sat down.

He forgot to put the wooden box down, so it was still a little weird...... After he realized it, it was a female classmate in a school uniform sitting next to him, reminding him to give up a position, and Ziming pulled out and put the square wooden box on his lap.

The female classmate was also reading a book when she was doing the subway, which made Ziming a little surprised.

It's pretty noisy in the subway, isn't it......

That's too much work......

"Look at people...... It's a lot harder than you...... You're always distracted when you're practicing the Fa...... I really can't be partial to you anymore! Xiaolan didn't seem to have spoken well along the way, and she had been counting things that seemed to be nothing.

"Are you...... What grade is it? Ziming glanced at this neatly dressed girl. Makeup ...... in the middle of a busy schedule It's really rare......

"Sophomore in high school......" The sophomore girl flipped through a pamphlet, pushed her eyes, and pursed her lips.

"Oh...... That's a good feeling...... I'm also a sophomore in high school,......" Ziming said, leaning over to look at the booklet. Although it was a sophomore in high school, that booklet was obviously all the Chinese memorization texts in high school.

"Don't you wear a school uniform? How many? The girl didn't look at Ziming, she just looked at the booklet and pushed her glasses from time to time.

"Oops...... Forgot ......" Ziming glanced at his clothes, the clean white shirt made his whole skin more rosy and tender.

"You're done then...... Your homeroom teacher is not allowed to give your exam paper a super double? The girl glanced at him.

"Super doubled...... What is that? Ziming didn't understand, he tugged at his shirt, and there was a strong fragrance of vanilla on his body, which made the girl keep staring at him with interest.

"Fighting the landlord...... You don't look like a nerd either......" The girl continued to read the booklet: "Even I know that...... When you're particularly tired, it's better to relax properly, you're stupid......"

"Okay...... I really haven't played with the landlord......" Ziming raised his head, looked at Xiaolan who poked his head out, and looked at each other.

"I've played...... But I can't play it either...... Infighting...... Not for me......" As if remembering some bad memory, Xiaolan shrank her head and stepped back from his forehead.

"Are you one?" Ziming looked at the icon on the left side of her dress.

There's a very obvious Chinese character there.

"Hmm...... You too? "The girl just stared at the booklet, very seriously, and answering Ziming's questions was like an add-on.

"Right...... Me too......"

"And what class are you from?"

"It's over...... Ning Ziming, you big idiot...... Don't talk any more...... The more you talk, the more you can't get around...... It's outrageous......" Xiaolan laughed a little, as if she was gloating.

"The ...... of my class"

"Oh? A class? I'm in the first class...... Why haven't I seen you? ”

"Huh? Aha...... It's embarrassing......" Ziming laughed a little embarrassedly, and then really turned into a happy smile: "Teasing you...... I'm a ...... in the second class."

"The second class is right next door to us...... I haven't seen you either......" The girl was a little reluctant.

"Ah, it's in a trance...... Laughed to death, Ning Ziming...... Big stupid! Hahaha! Xiao Lan rolled between Ziming's hair, turning over and over, and its little belly was blue and white for a while.

"I was wrong...... ...... in my second Class 2 and Class 1...... As someone who is busy with schoolwork, I slept in a daze today...... It's normal...... "Ziming is not embarrassed, but finds it interesting.

"Oh~I know~" The girl pushed her glasses again and glanced at Ziming. Meaningful, oh, let her pamphlet crooked.

"Anyway...... Since you are in the first middle school and one class...... Then do you know Ning Yufeng? Ziming pulled his clothes again.

"What's wrong?" The girl was surprised, looked at Ziming, and motioned for him to continue.

"Nothing...... I just know him......"

"Ning Yufeng went to the United States to recuperate...... I don't know if I'll be back this semester......" The girl showed a hint of sadness: "The fight is ...... I've never seen a boy like this, and he can break his head and bleed in a fight......"

"Fight ......"

"Although it is said to be a fight, it is essentially a righteous and courageous act...... But it's also a fight...... Fortunately, I saved my life......" She continued to look at the booklet, and could only see the upper half of her face, which had no expression.

"That's really ...... It's exciting! Ziming clenched his fists and hit it twice, obviously a little excited.

"I think ...... too It's too reckless......" The girl glanced at the landmark station and got up.

"Great filial son, great filial son." Xiaolan folded her tails together and flapped them to make a snapping applause, but her eyes were really dull, that was ...... A disdain with boredom, boring with habitual ...... Facial paralysis expression

"It's time to stop...... Bye-bye ......" the girl patted the gray on her pants, the blue and white school uniform was almost new.

"What's your name?" Ziming hugged his square wooden box.

Xu Wenwen...... Rain down. The girl was polite, but she left without looking back.

"Great filial son...... We're going to No. 2 Middle School......" Xiaolan rolled her eyes again.

"Uh-huh...... Let's go there and squat......" Ziming shrugged his shoulders: "Say...... Never mind...... Nothing ......."

"What do you want to ask?" Little Blue swam to his forehead, and the countryside looked at the pensive youth.

"Nothing, nothing...... A woman that stinky dad can't protect! I'll take care of it! Ziming placed his right hand on his face, and his index and middle fingers opened to reveal his eyes.

"Is there anyone sitting here?"

"I didn't ...... No...... You may be seated ......."

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