Hornby stood on the wooden table and raised his hand slightly, and the diners around him immediately focused their eyes.

Hornby didn't speak, he just looked at every face with calm eyes, his eyes seemed to penetrate the heart, and as soon as Yorkham Jones was glanced at, he was immediately shocked into a profuse sweat.

Hornby still didn't speak, and the many diners who were about to see the show began to show displeasure, and they began to whisper about what Hornby wanted to perform.

After four or five minutes of talking, Hornby still didn't speak, but his gaze began to turn to pity.

Everyone here hated the stares, except for Yorkham Jones and Ching, and some of the bold ones had begun to raise their voices and shout at Hornby to get down.

Hornby still didn't speak, his eyes calm again.

"Jones, what is Mr. Hornby going to do?" The very patient Ching was not angry about waiting, she was just curious.

Buck on the side didn't understand, and Yorkham Jones knew, but he didn't want to explain, he just fixed his eyes on Hornby.

When the commotion cleared, the diners saw that their yelling and anger had no effect on Hornby, so they turned back and ate their own chaff cakes, and began to talk about the jokes of the past few days and some meat jokes.

And Hornby, he finally picked up the microphone.

"Gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen, who are we living for?"

When the soft question rang out, Hornby's young face suddenly distorted, and the scars on his eyes began to distort, looking like a ghost returning from hell.

Hornby's chest began to beat wildly, as if it was about to erupt into a flame, a flame that would consume everything.

"Who are we, who are the enemy! This is important!"

"But we don't think about who we are anymore, because we don't speak up for ourselves, and we don't even support others to speak up for us!"

"Our senses have become numb, we have forgotten what the truth is, we have been unable to accept what is truly good. ”

"Why?"

"Why is it that whenever we find something true and beautiful, we don't care about it?

"And now?"

"Can someone tell me why the true beauty of the present is buried?"

No one responded to Hornby, they were just silent, as if a certain position had been touched, but they were still silent, they just watched, and even some were wondering why a teenager could make such a sonorous voice.

Hornby's face distorted even more, and the tone of his voice was almost swearing, squirting countless saliva with each sentence.

"Please look up, look at this vain and broken age!"

"Everything that is real and beautiful is cut into pieces and then sold to everyone in a mechanized industrial process wrapped in colored wrapping paper!"

"Truth has become a commodity, beauty has become a commodity, what do we have?"

"Do you have the vanity of entertaining unto death?"

"Why!"

"CNM! I said why!"

"Why should we shape our world into a vanity world headed for destruction!"

“CNM！”

“CNM！”

"I want to be angry, but for an era where morality is infinitely overdrawn, I'm not angry, I'm just confused..."

"What's wrong with the world?"

"What's wrong with humanity?"

"What's wrong with us?"

Hornby's voice was close to crying, his face was covered with tears, everyone was infected by him, and many people had questions in their hearts and began to cry together.

Hornby's saliva was already mixed with tears, and as he said, he wasn't angry, just confused.

"Please tell me!"

"When did we start forgetting to think?"

"Why do we always be born according to all the prescribed births and prescribed deaths, as if they were packaged as labels of commodities?"

"All our efforts, all the forward, is it to buy ourselves a layer of beautiful wrapping paper to package ourselves into commodities and sell them?"

"CNM! How many more eras are we going to wear this emperor's new clothes?"

"And what about the real and beautiful things, honesty, kindness, industriousness, dedication, sacrifice, and so on, all these good morals that have been overdrawn, can we just watch them be cut, packaged, and wait for them to rot and stink?"

Questioning questions erupted from Hornby's mouth, his beating heart finally quieted, and the flames that had been contained in his chest had flown to everyone present.

Everyone's breathing began to heavily, and it seemed that at this moment, everyone turned into a burning flame.

Can a spark start a prairie fire?

Joke...

In an instant, everyone suddenly fell silent, and their hands were applauded excitedly, they cheered, they jumped, as if they had found a glass of wine...

And this glass of wine has no other purpose than to cheer up.

Hornby quietly stepped down from the platform, and another girl walked up, and the girl began to sing, and the people around him began to rejoice.

As for the speech just now...

Well... Not bad...

Hornby returned to his seat in disappointment and pulled out a copy of The Nature of Humanity from his bosom.

"King St. Codin was a great saint, he was never blinded by vanity, but the real world he created was reborn into vain by the people of this world. ”

Pointing to the kind fat uncle printed on the book, Hornby laughed at himself and continued:

"Mr. Pastor, this is human beings, and when someone speaks for them and tells them the truth, they are like a bunch of drunks who have been poured cold water on their faces..."

"The cold touch will wake them up briefly..."

"But when you wake up..."

"Haha, of course keep drinking, keep getting drunk. ”

"Mr. Reverend, do you know despair, although I can penetrate their hearts and awaken them, but I don't know how to change them..."

Qin Jing didn't reply, because these questions were too profound for her, she just frowned and thought hard.

Buck didn't reply, he was like a clown with his mask unmasked, and he even thought that Hornby's speech was just about him, about his drunken dream of waiting for maggots in a small heating cubicle.

"Mr. Hornby, you are too pessimistic. ”

Yorkham Jones looked up and looked at the child in front of him with a gentle smile.

"Human beings have not only selfishness and evil, but we also have the other half of greatness and goodness. ”

"From the first day the flame of civilization was lit, from the first day we looked up at the stars, from the first day we built our society, we came into this world with the authority to create and destroy. ”

"What the world will become in the end depends on our own decisions. ”

"Whether it's creation or destruction, it's our own business. ”

After a pause of a few seconds, Yorkham Jones stared into Hornby's eyes and whispered:

"We should believe in ourselves. ”

PS: In the same way, I am also full of doubts.

Whether I'm fit to write a story or not, no one can answer me.

Whether my insistence is useful or not, no one can answer me.

So far, there are only two hundred and forty collections, but like a string of mechanical data, few people are willing to put a little nourishment into the book to water it.

I don't have big dreams, I just want to write stories that I love and still live in this world.

So be it... Hypocritical..