The boy was of marriageable age, but he never really had a girlfriend. From his point of view, not making friends is normal, but making friends is abnormal, which is inevitable.
The girl was 21 years old, but she was a girl like this: when she was walking to the elementary school, the aunt would shout to her anxiously: little girl, you will be late if you don't hurry up!
Any stranger who does not know the details will never say that she is short and thin, because she will never know that she is an adult, and her whole appearance is that of a child.
The process of knowing can be omitted, but in short, it is knowing. The process of falling in love can also be omitted, in short, it is love. In this process, the girl always understands the boy's condition, but tries to follow him to contact and communicate with each other.
In an era when there are more men than women, boys are actually in a relatively weak position in terms of personal conditions. For many people around the boy's house, there must be some circumstances that cannot be concealed. As boys learn and adapt to society, there are always a lot of situations that worry the parents of those girls. In terms of economic conditions, however, boys are in a comparatively strong position. In that era, a stable job, even if it was a fool, could be done by everyone, as simple as pressing the buttons of a point-and-shoot camera, was cherished by the locals. A boy's steady job is a huge advantage over a girl's odd-job life. Such an economic advantage completely overwhelms the girl's personal advantage.
Later they broke up. The main reason for the breakup turned out to be the boy's mother's objection, because the girl was too short and thin. And for the abnormality of their children, mothers are never willing to admit it. The secondary reason for breaking up is that boys lack sociality, such as a sense of shame. From girls, boys learn to overcome interpersonal barriers and adapt to them. Although he felt inappropriate for stepping on two boats, he was helpless, and for breaking up, although he felt guilty, it was not real and profound enough.
Although the process was unimaginably difficult and painful, the boy finally adapted to this society, just like the protagonist in the movie "Accounting Assassin". In the Internet age, they are even more adaptable to the world than normal people. Capitalism stimulates innovation economically, and also promotes the rapid development and progress of society. Those with innovative spirit will gain more and more development opportunities and economic advantages. Children's innovative spirit is the best, and they are all young children. Understand → imitate, act → integrate. Dealing with real people, the Earth people first learn the relevant knowledge of aliens, and then integrate into them.
However, it is not a drop of water in a glass of water, but a tear in a glass of water. There is always a lot of things that are comfortable on the outside but uncomfortable on the inside.
More than ten years later, the boy of that year has reached middle age. At the door of a small shop, he saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, holding a handful of change in her hand, her neck stretched forward, no matter in the strange eyes of others or in the girl's external performance, He could find the girl's abnormality, but he clearly felt that she was actually normal, at least with self-awareness and the ability to think for herself. He couldn't help staring at the girl for a long time, he tried hard not to let himself cry, but his eyes were wet. He felt he was in love with her. Perhaps, it is not a kind of love, but a kind of self-love. Perhaps, it was a kind of love, mixed with pity and sympathy, just as she fell in love with him back then.
He loves her, he loves them.
In the memory storehouse, the real images of each one emerge independently without searching:
He is only a little over one meter tall! There is a famous joke about him: in the era of eating a big pot of rice, someone took his foot and dumped him into the rice bucket. come out. He seldom went out and saw him not many times. I heard that he works in a family, eats and lives in that family, and has not married a wife. He is fifty years old.
I often see him when I go to school. His home is on the side of the road near the school, and he is always wandering on the road. He is white-faced, beardless, thin, honest, and even helps people pick up lost things, but he is a fool.
A man with a stubborn beard, people don't know his name, they call him a prostitute. People always ask him to do a striptease with those penny candies and fried snacks, and he always does. Once on his way to school, he saw several classmates surrounding him, stabbing him with a long, pointed bamboo stick and telling him to take off his pants. When he took off his trousers, he fiddled with his genitals with dirty sticks he picked up. Children at that time had less school violence, because the targets of their violence were not alumni and classmates, but these fools.
In the corner of the red and white wedding banquet, I often see a short man, always showing a flattering smirk. He also smokes, he will help people wash dishes, it is said that he never cheats or slips, and he washes more and cleaner than others. During funerals, he always walked in front of the crowd, happily holding a big sign with the words "Send the old back to the mountain".
There has been such an old man, everyone knows he is very old, but no one knows how old he is. I just heard that he had a family when he was young. He was a bricklayer, his head was smashed, he was stupid, and he "wandered the world" from then on. He disappeared for a while, and on New Year's Eve one winter, he reappeared locally. In the cold wind and rain, he wore a tattered old cotton-padded jacket, gray and messy hair that had not been washed in N years, and a wrinkled and dirty face that had not been washed in N years, on the concrete floor in front of the door. , he stretched out two rough, stiff, dirty, black, thin, trembling hands, one of which was holding a dirty and torn empty bowl, pounding his chest and stomping his feet and looking up to the sky, screaming strangely! Kick your feet! In those eyes that also emit the light of life, there is a sad, sad, lonely and helpless look! Perhaps, people will say: all the hungry old man begs for is a cold bowl of leftovers! But that is by no means the pain caused by hunger, but the pain caused by memories that may be vague or clear! There is a clear sense of self that exists behind this pain. He must remember that at this time, the whole family used to sit together and reunite! He must have realized that at this time, the whole family should sit together and reunite! In the middle of this disappearance, how many years have passed? Simply shocking muscle twitching! How many years of begging was that? How many years of hunger? How is that a man who is still alive? On this New Year's Eve, why did he return to the local area? Must have remembered something!
In those years, I often heard an old woman with dirty clothes and hair cursing on the roadside in the distance or near. She was often seen walking on the road ahead, and after a while, she was seen walking back, and soon after that she was seen walking again. No matter what time of day, day or night, she could always be heard or seen.
They are a dissonant tone played in a large repertoire. They are forgotten by the public, ignored by the public. People saw them but ignored them. Yet they do exist. Their existence is almost the integration of another creature different from human beings into human society.
They are interspersed like impurities scattered among the crowded crowd. But they never participate in that mess and noise. Even cursing is just their own mess and noise. Their activities day and night are self-sufficient, and they seem to have nothing to do with the entire human society. Seems to be a real anarchist, a real social fringe, out of tune with society as a whole.
They are scattered in the world, walking through the streets and alleys under the eaves of the houses of the people. It seems to have nothing to do with the world. They walk through the flow of people, travel between the world day and night, regardless of the day and night changes of people's activities. They appear, disappear, appear, disappear, and seem to be forgotten. But after a while, they appeared again. At first, some stories about them were circulated in the world, and later their stories were forgotten. Later they were also forgotten. Eventually they disappear forever. They were replaced by others of their kind.
In the normal population, their kind is constantly being produced, and they always seem to appear in the world in the same strange form. It seems that there are several impurities of different colors and sizes in small objects of the same color and the same size.
No one ever followed them in good faith, nor did they know how they lived. But they also have their lifetimes, and people don't know when they appeared here and when they disappeared.
They may never have died, but they've been in different places, and they've been in different places.
They always have to be scattered in the world, in a unique way. And they also seem to be out of tune with the world. They seem to be a part of another world mixed into the world, but they seem to be integrated into this world.
——However, the truth is so cruel. People let them wander around the world like stray dogs. Unattended, unattended. Hungry when hungry, cold when cold, sick when sick. In the end, like a stray dog, he was found dead for a long time one day. The corpse was as dirty and filthy as before, and the hair was as dirty and unkempt as before. Lying on the side of the road, lying in the ditch, lying in the grass next to the main railway line, lying not far from a private house. People left them to fend for themselves. Before they died, they also experienced illnesses, most of which were long-term illnesses. The illnesses that resulted from their irregular and unattended wandering life for many years were accompanied by illnesses and pains, which tortured them until they died. They can't tell, they just bear it silently, and no one in the world cares.
It was a lonely and long or short painful life. It was like a different race isolated from the indifference of the world. They may have lost the ability to feel mental pain, but they have undoubtedly endured physical hunger and cold and helplessness in pain. Even (in the world and in recorded history): some of them were made to work as coolies. Some of them were strangled to death and sold as ghost husbands or ghost wives. Some of them were burned alive to defraud insurance money. Some of them were forcibly stolen and sold for their organs, even in the name of shelter (in the era of scarcity of human organs, their numbers have decreased significantly). Some of them were made to do drug experiments. Some of them are used as a tool for sexual desire and as a sexual resource that is used for free in the sex industry. Some of them were drawn to be scapegoats for condemned death row prisoners. They become a plundering resource in the world of normal people. They have become human waste that affects the spiritual civilization of the region, so they are secretly or even transferred in batches and discarded in barren mountains and fields.
Vulnerable groups live in a world of hypocrisy, probably so. Although they are relatives of normal people! That is a vulnerable group relative to all normal people, and some normal people are vulnerable relative to another. People are like all gradually numb people.
On a certain winter evening, you will suddenly see one of them, unkempt, dirty, and tattered, alone on the cold and windy road, and you will not burst into tears. There has been a total loss of sympathy for this in the midst of a general loss of public conscience. People always say they are exceptionally cold hardy, and they take it seriously.
He has almost forgotten when he learned self-control, learned to hide himself in the crowd, learned to think and feel from the standpoint of others, learned to identify with the standpoint of others, and learned to live in two standpoints and two standpoints at the same time. in a psychological feeling. And all of this is actually learned from the practice of love, in fact, it is learned from girls, and only from girls who have truly loved, can it be possible to learn those almost impossible to learn about people Heart, feeling, learned the inner appearance of human beings. That is the basic condition of being human. To be a person, first of all, you have to be a person. If you don’t know what a person is, you can’t be a person. Second, you have to treat a person as a person. If you don’t know what a person is, you can’t treat a person as a person.
The girl of that year taught him about the appearance of a human being, thus giving him the fear of being treated like an animal in a crowd where no one can treat him equally. It was this fear that drove him to conform to the world over the years. However, when he adapts to the world, stands tall above the crowd, and looks down on all living beings, in the hierarchy of animals, fools, half-fools, disabled, poor among normal people, and rich among normal people, people treat animals. The same logic that the strong group treats the weak group also profoundly affects the behavioral choices of those who are detached from the weak.
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