I want to be a good person

(The content of this book is fictional. Any similarity is purely coincidental.)

“Hoo—Hoo—”

“Hoo—Hoo—”

The cold wind whistled across the earth, and the falling snow covered the dirt on the ground. No matter whether it was black or gray, everything looked so white and flawless at this moment.

There are few pedestrians on the road.

This is the entrance of a restaurant, a high-end restaurant in the county town, Baiweilou. The thick curtains hanging behind it cannot stop the aroma from overflowing.

No matter how cold the weather is or how difficult the economy is, the rich and powerful are willing to come out to enjoy the snow and the scenery, express their poetic feelings, eat, drink, pick up girls, and have a few drinks to relax.

A trembling voice sounded, and one could feel the chill from the bottom of the heart in the tone.

"Master, please be kind and give the stutterer some food."

A middle-aged man in a thick cotton-padded jacket and a fur hat on his head impatiently moved away, holding a packed lunch box through his cotton gloves.

"unlucky"

A big-bellied man in a fur coat came out.

"Sir, please be kind and give me two coins."

"roll"

The man walked over to the parked Model T Ford.

Then he turned to the two women beside the man. They were wearing fur coats over their cheongsams, with wide sleeves connected to handcuffs, woolen scarves around their necks, and woolen berets that pressed down their eyebrows. They looked very warm at first glance.

The woman was very angry because her high-heeled leather shoes no longer made the crisp sound of clicking in the snow, as if her charm had been reduced.

"Madam, Miss, please be kind and give the stutterer a bite."

"Hey, go away, it's so dirty, where did you come from, you stinky beggar?"

The squeaking shoe prints went towards the other side and were quickly smoothed out by the snow.

"Boom"

A soft sound.

It was the sound of a car door closing.

“Why didn’t he freeze to death?”

"Yes, it's really annoying. I often see beggars these days."

"Okay, I'll find a few people to clean it up later."

"You are still good"

"That's not a sign of that"

"Zi"

The weather was too cold, my lips were too icy, and my face was too hard, so I couldn't make any kissing sound.

"buzz"

The car started and sped away, giving the little beggar a face full of free exhaust gas and snow foam.

(After 1926, most Model Ts were equipped with electric starters.)

The little beggar bent over, shrank his body, and shivered all over. He tried to blow out hot air to warm his hands, but his breath was cold.

I looked at my hands and saw that they were covered with frostbite and were quite swollen.

He was wearing a cotton coat that was stuffed with weeds and rags, so much so that you couldn't tell its color. He had a tattered straw hat on his head that could serve as a shield against the snow.

The earlobes were very thick and big, and they were frozen like Buddha's ears, which was a blessing. The big toes on the feet were unwilling to be lonely, and they burst out red from the cloth shoes wrapped in linen.

"Hiss~"

Gasping for air, without food in the stomach, there is no heat supply, and hypothermia means freezing, which will only add a tiny bit of insignificant damage to this miserable world.

Zhang Aiguo, male, 18 years old, nicknamed Xiaotiao. His parents hope that he can escape from the farmland and become a scholar from a farmer. He can also be called a gentleman and respected. It is said that he can earn 200 yuan a month.

When my parents were not working in the fields, they talked about the monthly salary of some of their husbands. I don’t know where they heard it from, but they took it seriously. They were full of longing and worried about others. How could they spend 200 yuan? How heavy would it be? Would a saddlebag hold it all? How to carry it? How to spend it? Eat white steamed buns for every meal? How many children to raise? How many young wives to marry?

Oh, it turns out that studying can change your destiny. For the sake of my children’s future, I have to grit my teeth and send them to school.

Twelve-year-old Zhang Aiguo squatted on the ground listening to his parents' conversation, his heart full of hope.

After one month, just one month, I realized that the school in town was full of children from rich and powerful families. I could hardly recognize a few big words and was teased and bullied every day. The teacher even scolded me, saying that I was a rotten wood that could not be carved. I did not understand what he said, but it was not a good thing anyway. My life was even harder than at home. The double standards and the gap in diet and clothing, as well as frequent bullying at school, led me to drop out of school early.

The hemp rope is cut at the delicate point, and bad luck finds the poor.

Due to natural disasters and man-made calamities, only one person survived on the road to escape famine. They were starving and drinking the northwest wind for free. To be precise, they all died just now, in a moment.

I have driven a black car, raised cattle, slaughtered pigs, and worked as a security guard;

By going into the water, shooting bricks, and doing pyramid selling, I returned to northern Myanmar.

Zhang Aiguo, a five-good young man with a sunny heart, has arrived. He used to be a soldier, but because he doesn't have 3000 soft girls and no blessing from fate, he is destined to be unable to use crutches.

Yes, I love my country, but who loves me? (A tribute to Mr. Lao She)

I was forced to wear a yellow robe and hold a 72V electric bike. I found the feeling and it was very cool. I could run 50 kilometers at 120 kilometers per hour. Unfortunately, I got electrocuted on the first charge.

Looking back, there were water droplets on my hands after going to the toilet. If it wasn’t for the reminder from my mobile phone, the delivery time would have exceeded, so I would have at least wiped my body.

In the last order, male customers mostly bought knives, including multi-purpose knives, boning knives, slicing knives, utility knives, a bundle of thin wire, and a pair of multi-purpose scissors.

If it weren't for the scissors, Zhang Aiguo wouldn't have wanted to deliver it, for fear of getting into trouble. What if?, right? What if? How would he eat meat in the future?

Could it be that God doesn't like me and wants me to suffer?

Why?

Why isn't it that the blue sky is dead and the yellow sky should be established?

I feel so wronged!

"Ah"

Zhang Aiguo came back to life, and his soul began to merge with his body in this world. He was in agony, his hands and feet were cold, and his whole body was cold inside and out. Only his heart was warm and began to pump.

I flipped through my current clothes and found they were empty. These clothes are in line with the current trend and are guiding the dressing style of most people in society, with patches and cracks.

He moved his arms and legs, jumped a few times, and the straw hat on his head fell off, which got his blood circulating.

"What are the essentials for traveling through time?"

“What about the system?”

“Where’s the Gold Finger?”

"What about invincibility?"

"How about a space at least?"

"Damn God, I don't want a farm, a spiritual spring, or a quick way to achieve enlightenment. Please give me a dimension. Please have pity on me. It's not easy to travel through time."

"It's too complicated. I'd rather go back and try again. All the papers here are blank."

After waiting for a while, there was no response.

As the saying goes, sincerity is the key to success.

In ancient times, people lay on ice to pray for carp. Today, I, Zhang Aiguo, kneel down to pray for immortality.

Zhang Aiguo put his hands together, knelt down in the snow with a puff, and said in an extremely pious tone: "God, I am Zhang Aiguo, the believer, I pray that God will open his eyes. I don't ask for great wealth, I just ask not to suffer. Happiness depends on my own hands, and the plug-in will come soon!"

"boom"

A crack of thunder.

I rub.

When there is thunder and snow, people will eat iron.

Life is like this, and people are not allowed to survive.

Zhang Aiguo suddenly felt a little numb and indifferent, and his heart was cold.

“That’s Him”

“Yes, yes.”

"Come on, little bastard"

Two strong men walked on the snow, wrapped in thick cotton jackets and wearing dog-skin hats. They took their hands out of their gloves and grabbed Zhang Aiguo.

“What are you doing?”

"What are you doing? You just offended our director's concubine, do you know that?"

"I just wanted a meal, I didn't come over."

"Stay away"

"Fuck, you little bastard is so stubborn and keeps talking nonsense"

"You are ruining the image here. You stink so much that it's killing people. Doesn't this show that the county government is incompetent?"

"That's right, you've slipped through the net and are going to die outside the city, almost as if you were a beggar."

“Gone”

Each of them grabbed Zhang Aiguo by one hand and dragged him into the alley, probably intending to kill him first and then carry him out.

Zhang Aiguo shed tears of frustration. It was too soon, and he had to leave again.