The bottom of the bridge is still and deep, and the river bank is full of green. In the late autumn, when Bailu was not sighing, the cold mist slowly drifted on the river. A gust of wind blew, and the dry reed leaves rubbed and touched, and the four fields suddenly sounded a chilling "Swish••••••••••••••••••••••••."
Where do you see It's all so desolate.
Subconsciously, you will think that this is the most suitable place for lonely ghosts to inhabit.
On the bridge, there are tragic car accidents from time to time, and the colliding cars crashed into the cement stone fences on both sides of the long bridge under the influence of inertia and external force, flying bricks and cracking stones, whistling and crashing to the bottom of the bridge dozens of meters deep , The "good men and good women" in the car were like a broken rag that was randomly rubbed and discarded by fate, fell to the ground, blood splattered everywhere, and burgundy flowers bloomed one after another.
Death is often embedded in our occasionally fragile life in this accidental way, which is an unbearable burden in life. And at the bottom of the bridge, by the river bank, there are still "evil under the sun" hiding everywhere. They are so dense and cumbersome, entangled in the humble life, which should be attributed to the unbearable lightness in life.
Walking one kilometer east from the bridge along the highway, it is a suburban middle school. The students are mixed, good and bad. In the first parallel class of the third grade, seven or eight boys gather together all day long, and their behavior is similar to that of street gangsters.
The family, school, society, and even the entire cultural system in which they live have always neglected the care and shaping of their souls. The original sin of human beings and the instinctive aspect of animals are particularly manifested in them.
When they were in their puberty, their sexual desire was sprouting and their spring was full of love. On an ordinary afternoon, when they came to the first day of the first year of the first year, they chose a gentle and honest little girl, and threatened her to the bottom of the long bridge. They took off their pants and tried to gang rape, but the little girl was frightened and resisted, so they pressed the girl into the river like they were catching a chicken. Repeatedly, they choked several mouthfuls of cold river water. The girl gave up her resistance and lay in the reeds. In the middle, they were raped one by one in turn.
In the days to come, they forced girls to solve their physical needs again and again, enjoying it and never getting tired of it. They also sincerely invited the bosses who met on the street to enjoy this "feast." In the
end, the girl's belly grew tall . , her father took her to the school to identify the culprit and question the school. The little girl said, too many people, too many times, I don't know who it is. Facing simple and honest parents, the school strives to make peace with others and make big things small. Afterwards, like a gust of wind, this matter is over.•••••••
The death and sin that were staged under the bridge on this bridge continued in this way. The autumn frost is lightly spread, covered by winter snow, and it grows slowly, slowly, until it grows everywhere in the reeds.
Our vast civilization of human beings are so ridiculous and lamentable in the overlapping layers of death and evil.
Walking by the river bank under the bridge in the early morning, I was like a lonely soul, stopped in my footsteps, listened carefully, listened carefully, from the yellow and fallen reeds came the whimpering and sobbing of the little girl, so sad, so heartbreaking sad.
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