It reminds me of a person I once knew. He was from a poor family. He walked out of the mountain with the help of his talents and teachers and was admitted to a prestigious school. After years of education in quasi-first-tier cities, he returned to his hometown to work as a civil servant. But education has not changed his narrow thinking. He is a contradiction, with a heart that hates the rich and the officials, but he also admires the rich and the officials. His poor background is his politically correct superiority. He used alcohol to pretend to be the second-generation official and rich second-generation (except for the leader, he is more sober). In fact, most of his colleagues are salaried children. The second generation knows nothing, and he also hopes that his descendants can be one of them. He often accuses others of being too particular, and refuses to drink C'estbon at the dinner table. Known as thrifty, he likes to wash his hair in a hair salon. He likes to watch people serve food, and feels that "near it is not bad, far away is the same" he is talking about. He often regards himself as a dutiful son who cares for his parents, but he often ridicules widow mothers and children by name and surname. I said that according to his moral archway, widows are also mothers and should not be ridiculed, but he replied that mothers are not necessarily widows. The illogical answer was shocked, so he stopped talking. People who have been in contact with him all know his virtue. Some people sum up him with a tragic and brilliant pretence, but the leaders like him very much. The label of honest, kind and obedient is firmly affixed to his innocent, loyal, and dark. On his face, even though he often turned his back and ridiculed the leader, he was promoted despite this. He and I are only two or three years old, but I don’t feel like he is a generation. Fortunately, the Cultural Revolution is over.
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