I don't have too many feelings. The most impressive thing is Agui's words: "This is my car." A very stubborn child. Admit death. It was his bike, and he had to come back.
After finally entering the city, I got a chance to work in a courier company. So he grabbed it like a life-saving straw. But it is good at seizing opportunities. But when he beat him, he still refused to hand over the bicycle, and even cried aloud while hugging the car. A stubborn boy who never bursts into tears. He regards cycling as more important than life, and it is conceivable that he desires life. Really sad. In order to make a living, he competes with a mere bicycle. In such a big Beijing, it takes a lot of perseverance to find the bicycle he marked from the crowd.
Finally, when he carried the smashed bicycle and walked through the strange city, the sound of the flute seemed to be groaning and whimpering. In the face of survival, everything is no longer important, what face, what dignity... Seventeen years old, maybe very young, maybe mature. Probably somewhere in between. In another two years, maybe he will choose to quit and start to look for other opportunities to survive, because the water chestnut has been polished smooth and translucent by the world. Two years ago, maybe he didn't understand the importance of opportunity and wouldn't look around for his lost bike. But just at this moment, his bicycle was lost, and he found it again, facing a confrontation with a more powerful force, facing the choice of being beaten or quitting.
Hard work is not terrible, what is really sad is the injustice of society. The road is uneven, and it seems that I have never seen the era of drawing a knife to help each other. Only in martial arts novels can we find solace. What can we mourn for? People tend to be insensitive to things that are commonplace. And this is the saddest thing.
Seventeen years old, seems to be far away from me...
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