There is no savior in this world. Neither can God. Xu Zheng's soul is too free. The role he plays is vulgar and ordinary in the market place, like you and me who shuttle through crowded sidewalks. But his soul is like a bird. He is a typical Chinese man, all his love is poured out on his children, and he is mocked by his ex-wife with contempt. He only knows how to beat women to vent his anger. The ex-wife just looked at his shell, and looked through him to the air behind him: you were never a man in my eyes. The protagonist is not perfect, he is full of minor flaws, mediocre and uninteresting, and at first he was just a little guy that can be seen everywhere. It was fate who made a big joke on his father first. In order to treat his father's medicine, he went to India to smuggle medicine, and he tried to contact the tall and thin man with a hunched back. The first thing this man said when he saw him twice was: "Do you want to eat oranges?" Courage to live when a sleeping child is born. After getting the medicine, the dry lamp-like man smiled at him, took him into his house and tried his best to entertain him, gratefully saying that he still wanted to live, and there was that bonfire rekindled in the ashes in his eyes: "I just want to hear him call me Dad, maybe I can live to see my grandson, haha" This man is the thread that holds everything. The protagonist who is determined to smuggle, the old priest who can speak fluent English, the strong woman who goes to the nightclub to strip off because of her daughter's illness, and the dumb little yellow hair who is sharp, impulsive and righteous. If it is changed in the game, this means that the group can successfully open the strange, and finally defeat the dragon to obtain the treasure and gold coins. It's just that life has never been so easy to start over. Everyone wants to make a lot of money, and the constant influx of funds and the grateful eyes of lingering patients are perfect for fame and fortune. But his son's tender hand and his father's soft complaint woke him up, no one needs to fight for their own future for other people's lives. He gave up a lot, medicine, patients, friends, he hid and escaped for a year. The lives of all leukemia patients are a bottomless pit that even God cannot cure. He backed away. That little dumb yellow-haired man who ran away from home in order not to drag his family down is coaxing and frantic like every dirty stray dog. From the very beginning, he tried to steal medicine to save people, and when the protagonist gave up, he smashed the cup like crazy. He broke his own blood, and even opened the window at the end to cover the male protagonist and issued an arrogant whistle when provoking the police. Until he was carrying a carload of life-saving medicines, he was hit by another oncoming truck, and the blood was like feathers scattered after being sniped. "I didn't want to go home, they must think I'm dead anyway." "But you're not dead yet!" "Sooner or later." With a spirited head, the silhouette standing beside the sparkling lake under the reflection of the sunset looks like a golden light. Stray dogs are very sensitive, do not like to laugh, and rarely act like a spoiled child. "I want to go home." His blood was cold on the highway in Shanghai. The purchased ticket to go home is forever pressed under the glass, annihilated by dust like the happy family photo in childhood. The man who liked to call others to eat oranges ended up hanging in the toilet of the hospital. He didn't even give him a chance to see him one last time. In the end, the protagonist never made a profit and was willing to pay for it to save thousands of leukemia patients. He was so crazy that he was willing to go to jail, and he was reluctant to defend himself in court. He stared at the soles of his feet in a daze on the way to the prison. As if noticing something, the little police officer who transported him whispered to the driver to slow down. At that moment, he turned his head in a trance like slow motion with special effects. Outside the bed are the leukemia people watching him like a ten-mile-long street. They all have dark circles under the eyes, haggard and shrinking, but their eyes are firm, and the posture of taking off their masks looks like a As solemn as a salute. Like the guy who asked him if he wanted oranges in the first place. In the crowd at the end of the street, the orange man and the little yellow hair stood smiling and looked at him. They all smiled brightly and looked happy and healthy. He was redeemed in that moment. It was the pair of longing eyes that pushed him to the altar, and it was the thousand pairs of eyes that sent him to prison. When I saw Mr. Orange hang himself, I couldn't help but turn around and tell my friends. In fact, he doesn't owe anyone anything. But the reason why the world will not remain unchanged is precisely because not everyone will fall into the whirlpool of "worth", "debt", "benefits" and "backward paths". Someone has to jump out and become a fool in everyone's eyes, although not every fool can become a hero. Come naked, go naked. Just like everyone's life.
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