Chapter 164 Chapter 164 Disgusting

I just feel sick. I killed the person! The police didn't dare to stop us when we got on the plane, and Team He didn't say a word to the police. After takeoff, I started throwing up. Team He and Gooutou High School Team didn't say anything, they just looked at the city under their feet silently. This matter has always been in my heart. Said nothing to anyone. If I analyze it now, Team He's heart is: ——"Instead of letting him continue to be humiliated, let him have a happy ending. After all, he was once a soldier, and his ending was nothing more than a single shot. Why not let him continue to be humiliated?"

You say, don't you? In fact, his fate really has nothing to do with politics, and politics did not embarrass him. are people. people in society. The extremely bad heart of a nation. Ha ha, this story is actually not over. Because I didn't know the story before his death until a long time later. Are you interested in hearing it? A story of a past creep? I just called again for a long time, and you don't know who to call. I don’t know whether I should thank the Internet or what else to thank, but in this online world, when she wrote this Laoshizi novel, she still watched silently and wiped her tears, regretting that she didn’t understand me at the beginning—to be honest, my eyes have been hurting because I’m also bleeding Tears, I've never cried like this—but now I can't control my tears even when it hurts.

In fact, I just realized that I really need her so much. As long as she is watching and caring, Xiao Zhuang's story will not end. We made an hour-long overseas phone call. I don't know how much it is, but money is meaningless to me now. She didn't tell me about my shooting, even though I knew she saw it, but she didn't mention it - no girl with a heart is that stupid, and she didn't ask me why I didn't tell her for so many years. Hehe, this is not a secret, but I didn't even tell Xiaoying. Because I don't want others to know that I have killed people. Even though I was a soldier back then, I still killed people—and it was my senior.

Xiaozhuang has been here for so many years, and has been suppressing this matter without telling anyone.I don't want to tell and I don't want to say it, but I have to say it now-I can't let this senior, the old soldier just disappear-I don't commemorate him, and he is not a great soldier. Objectively speaking, he is a heinous criminal. I shot, in fact, to give him a relief. ——However, I killed this person after all. How could I not feel it? I don't know how many people have seen Sartre's play "Dirty Hands." I saw this script in my sophomore year of college, over a year after I returned from the military.There was going to be a drama segment.A classmate is a fan of Sartre. I am not so good for Sartre. I like Eugene O'Neill and Peter Sheffer.I have always been disgusted by those who talk about philosophy and like to tell stories, so I don’t watch Sartre at all.At that time, I had already adapted to this kind of lazy and idle life in college. I was not like a bird when I first came here. As I said, the power of the environment is infinite.It is absolutely impossible to be a soldier once and stay in the army for the rest of your life. If you don’t believe it, just ask people around you who have been retired or changed jobs for more than a year. You can’t resist the violent hammer of that kind of society.Because it's not a physical hammer, what is that?

It's a blow to your soul. ——A lot of things are hard to say clearly. If I tell these stories, I might as well write another novel.I still say Dirty Hands. He insisted that I play Hugo (it seems that I don’t remember the name very clearly, and my mind is very confused now, it’s not a great writer Hugo is a character in the script), because he thinks my temperament is very similar to Hugo.I don't know what's the difference, but whether you like it or not, you still have to complete the homework of the acting course?It's the same as being in the army, there is no reason to say.

I'll just get the script. I've only watched half of it and I can't do it anymore, I really can't do it. No tears, only fear. "Dirty Hands" tells a story of cleaning up the house, but it happened in the French Communist guerrillas in World War II. Hugo was the one who was put to death. He was executed, by his comrades. I'm going to play Hugo. I was holding the script, and I could clearly feel my hands shaking. I put the script on the table at once. It's really scary. ... At the last checkpoint (in our school’s jargon, it’s the exam), I really fainted on the stage at the moment I was killed.

It was already dark when I woke up. I was lying on the hospital bed looking at the stars in the sky.