“I can’t forget what they looked like, and I can’t forget what they did! They became so brazen because they could be helped, and if they were always helped, they would become lazy and vile… I hate people like that, and I hate that kind of life. I mean, I will never allow it!”

Her voice was so loud, like someone shouting with all their might, truly shouting with all their might, hoping someone would respond, hoping someone would hear her. Her mother heard her, her mother remained silent, her mother did not answer…

"We'll discuss this matter. Why don't you go home first, and we'll let you know when we've reached a decision?"

"I don't like it, I don't want it, I hate this!"

It's perfectly normal for children to throw tantrums. It's not because I've spoiled them, but because their natural instincts haven't been fully expressed and they're still experiencing pain.

"Don't be like this, my child. I understand your pain. You can relax just a little bit, just a little bit..."

Understanding pain, yet being unable to resolve it—this is the very root of pain, and this is its most obvious aspect…

"Mom... I'm so scared. I'll wake up again and never see you again. I'm so scared of dying. I'm so scared of you getting old. I'm so scared that you won't be my mom anymore. I'm so scared of all of this..."

When everything reaches its most desperate point, when everything reaches its most painful state, that is the name of despair, that is the beginning of all sorrow. I do not want the world to be like this, nor do I want the world to be like this...

“It’s nothing. I’m just helping my children in a very simple way. I want them to be happy, so I wanted to help in a little bit, even though I don’t think my help is that useful. But what if it happens?”

The voice was very gentle, just like at the beginning, gradually enticing, as if indifferent to everything, and finally making people feel a little bit of so-called love. That's how language is, and that's how the heart is.

“They hurt you! At first it was just normal, but later, because there wasn’t enough food, they started fighting, and even tried to steal food from you right in front of you. This is wrong. They are hurting you, they are making you hurt, so you shouldn’t help them!”

“I don’t like it… I really don’t like it. They did something wrong, but please listen to me. There are always innocent people. What about them? It’s like a tree with rotten fruit and also perfectly ripe fruit… They are beautiful and delicious. Should we give up all the fruit on the tree because of one rotten fruit?”

"If a tree has sour fruit, it means the whole tree is sour. In that case, we should just cut the tree down and burn it for firewood!" Bruno Linshi almost roared. Some people think that if a tree bears bitter fruit, there are ways to change that, while others think there are no ways to change the bitter fruit on a tree.

Everyone has different ideas about the same tree, but this point is true: if a tree only has sour fruit, it might as well cut some down to use for firewood, which might even make the meat taste better.

“My child, you can’t think like that. Although there’s nothing wrong with thinking that way, what I mean is that I hope all of this can be put on hold for now. I’ll take care of it tomorrow. It’s already decided. Don’t worry about me or anything else.”

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