We have a mirror in our house, which is hung in the corridor on the second floor, with a sliding panel in front.As part of the Disinterested family, I sat in front of the mirror on the second day of every month, waiting for my mother to cut my hair. I sat on the stool, and my mother trimmed my hair carefully behind me.Clusters of golden hair scattered leisurely on the ground. After the cut, she gently gathered my hair into a bun.When I saw her calm and focused expression in the mirror, my heart trembled slightly: my mother is a typical selfless person, and her greatest ability is selflessness, but as her daughter, I don't have this ability.

While my mother wasn't paying attention, I sneaked a glance at myself in the glasses—it was not due to vanity, but driven by curiosity.Three months, whether it is long or short, is enough to change a person's appearance.When I glanced at it, although I still saw the face of a little girl - slapped face, slender nose, big eyes, but a few months ago, I turned sixteen, and this year I will face the faction choice .In other sects, people celebrate birthdays, we don't, because disinteresteds see birthdays as self-indulgent. My mother fixed my hair and said two simple words: "Okay." When she raised her eyes, our eyes met in the mirror, and I had no time to dodge.But she didn't blame me. Facing the mirror, she still had a smile on her face.I frowned, wondering why my mother didn't reprimand me.

"The day has come," she said quietly. "Yes." I agreed. "Are you nervous?" I silently stared at myself in the mirror.Today is destined to be a memorable day. After a while, I will take a personality test to know which faction I am suitable for.And at tomorrow's "Sect Selection Ceremony", I have to choose to join a faction and undergo numerous tests.This decision will affect the direction of my life, whether I will stay with my parents or stay away from my warm home and abandon them. "Not nervous, and it won't affect the final choice." I replied pretending to be calm.

"That's right," the mother smiled. "Let's go have breakfast." "Thank you Mom." I pointed to the bun on my finger. Mother kissed my face lightly, and then closed the push-pull plate in front of the mirror.I thought to myself, if there were no divisions in the world, she must be a beautiful woman.The gray robe hides her good figure, and her high cheekbones and thick eyelashes make her charming, especially before going to bed at night, she will let her long hair fall, and the wavy curly hair hits her The shoulders are really beautiful.But as a selfless person, the mother must hide her beauty.

We walked to the restaurant together.On such a morning, my brother cooks a delicious breakfast, my father gently caresses my hair while reading the newspaper, and my mother hums unconsciously when cleaning the table—this originally warm scene disturbs my heart.leave them?Even the slightest thought of such a thing would haunt me with guilt. The bus reeked of exhaust fumes.It bumped badly over uneven roads and wobbled like hell despite my grip on the seat to keep my balance. Caleb, the older brother, stood on the aisle of the bus, holding on to the crossbar above his head for balance.Although we are brothers and sisters, we look different.He inherited his father's dark hair and hooked nose and his mother's blue eyes with two dimples.As a child, the collection of these traits did make him look a little weird, but now it seems pleasing to the eye.I can assure you that if he wasn't from the Selfless faction, there must be many girls in the school who have a crush on him.

Speaking of his brother, he also inherited his mother's selfless talent.On the bus, without thinking, he gave up his seat to a stern, honest man. The man was wearing a black suit with a white tie, which was their uniform.As the name suggests, the Honest faction advocates honesty and truth, and sees the world as either black or white, and the faction uniforms come from this. As we get closer to the city center, the sense of emptiness gradually disappears, the density of buildings increases, and the road surface becomes flatter.In the thick fog, the former Sears Building (now we call it the "Central Building") loomed in front of us, like a black pillar piercing the sky.Buses pass under elevated tracks.Trains come and go, tracks are everywhere, but I've never sat on them.Only the Dauntless take the train.

Five years ago, selfless volunteers resurfaced parts of the road.Starting from the city center, they slowly extended the road outwards until all materials were exhausted.But the road in front of my house is still full of potholes, and it is not safe for a car to run on this kind of road.Anyway, we don't have a car at home, so it doesn't matter. Caleb looked calm as the bus shook and bumped on the road.He grabbed the crossbar to try to balance, and the gray robe slipped from his arm.I could tell from his wandering eyes that he was observing the people around him—he was trying to forget himself by looking only at others.Just as the honestists advocate honesty, we selfless people regard selflessness as the highest state.

The bus stopped at the school gate, and I got up and walked quickly past the honest man.I tripped over his shoe and grabbed Caleb's arm.Maybe the slacks I was wearing were too long that day, but my manners have never been very elegant. There are three schools in the city: elementary, middle and higher, of which the building of the higher school is the oldest.Like the surrounding high-rise buildings, this one is also a glass-steel building.In front of the building stands a huge metal sculpture. After school, the fearless children will challenge each other to climb higher and higher.Last year, I saw a Dauntless student accidentally fall and break his leg, and then I ran to the hospital to find a nurse.

Caleb was less than a year older than me, so we were in the same grade, so we walked together by the way. "We're taking a personality test today," I said. He nodded at me, and we walked through the school gate together.The moment I stepped into the school, my whole body was tense.There is an air of longing in today's school, and these fellow sixteen-year-olds seem to be trying to seize the last day of non-partisan life, as if the faction selection is over and we will never set foot in the corridors here again.Once chosen, the new faction will take over our education going forward.

Lessons are halved for today, so we'll take them all before taking the test.After lunch, the personality test begins.Just thinking about the test makes my heart pound. I asked Caleb, "Are you really not worried about the results of the personality test?" While we were talking, we had reached the fork in the corridor and we were about to part ways. He went to the advanced mathematics class, and I went to the other side of the classroom to take the faction history class. He raised his eyebrows and looked at me: "Then are you worried?" In fact, I wanted to tell him that for weeks I've been wrestling with the results of my personality test: Will I be selfless, honest, learned, friendly, or fearless?

But there was a smile on my face, and I pretended to be relaxed and said: "Me? Why worry." He also smiled and said, "Well, good luck to you then." I bit my lower lip tightly and walked to the classroom of faction history class.Caleb didn't answer my question in the end. The corridor at the foot is narrow and long, and the sunlight shines through the windows, visually expanding the space.At our age, this is one of the few places where kids of all factions can coexist.Today, this group of children seems to burst out with a new kind of power, and there is an atmosphere of doomsday carnival. A girl with long curly hair suddenly shouted "Hey" in my ear, waved to a distant friend, and threw her sleeves in my face.Before I could recover, a erudite boy in a blue shirt pushed me hard again. I couldn't stand still and fell hard to the ground. "Get out of the way, Zombie, get out of the way," he yelled at me as he continued down the corridor. My cheeks were burning hot, I got up and patted the dirt on my body.When I fell just now, some classmates stopped, but no one stood up to help me, they just followed me to the end of the corridor.This has happened to people in our faction from time to time in recent months.The constant anti-disinterested rhetoric that the polymaths spread has affected our interpersonal interactions at school.I was confused: the gray clothes of the selfless, the personalityless hairstyle, and the modest demeanor were originally designed to make it easier for us to forget ourselves and make it easier for others to forget us, but now these characteristics are Let us become the target of public criticism. I stopped at a window in the wing of the building, waiting for the Dauntless kids to arrive.I would come here every morning, waiting for the Dauntless to "come out" aggressively.At seven twenty-five, they jumped off the roaring train just in time to prove their fearlessness. My father called these Dauntless "thugs."They usually wear black and have multiple piercings and tattoos.It is said that the most important task of the Dauntless faction in this life is to guard the fence outside the city, but what is there to defend is unknown. Coming from an altruistic family, I should never have understood the strange mannerisms and individual clothes of the Dauntless, and how their pierced metal rings on the inside of their noses had anything to do with advocating courage, but I watched obsessively their every move. The train whistle sounded harshly, and my heart was surging.The headlights were flashing, and the train whizzed past the school, rubbing against the tracks.When the last few cars passed by, fearless boys and girls dressed in black jumped off the train one after another. Some fell heavily to the ground and rolled a few times, while others staggered forward a few steps. Balance was found again.One of the boys put his arm around a girl's shoulder and laughed. I suddenly realized how silly it was to observe them, so I turned away from the window and made my way through the crowd to the faction history classroom.