Black Bear's Curse

"Crow, what kind of person is he? He knows how to raise crows, but also is an anti-pickup volunteer? Does he have other identities? What does he do?..."

These questions have been swirling in my mind since the last time I was rescued by a crow at the station; curiosity, maybe!But he was so vague about the real appearance of the crow, just like he was so vague about the flock of crows.This is also my fault. Every time I come into contact with each other, I take care of my own business, and I don’t even observe the front of the two parties attentively or carefully. "If there is a chance to meet again, we must observe and study carefully. Look at this crow. What kind of identity is there?" . . . .

I know that in my heart there is a different mood from normal men. Even when I meet a man I love, I still dare not approach or touch him. I only dare to keep the shadow and appearance of the other person in my heart .As for the crow, frankly speaking, I don't have this feeling of love at all, at most I only have a curiosity between men or friends. . .Thinking about it this way, my mood is much calmer, and I won't have some complicated feelings.

This crow really gives people a feeling of inexplicability: he never "plays cards" or appears according to the rules!

When I went to the cemetery, I wanted to touch him, but I rarely saw him; when I went to the train station or the station, although some invisible "anti-pickup volunteers" were occasionally found, there was no shadow of the crow.Of course, I also know that I must not rashly ask others or anti-pickup volunteers about the crow's whereabouts, that would violate the meaning of their concealed identities.

Therefore, it is best for me to meet each other with the mentality of resignation, otherwise I will let nature take its course and there is no need to force it.

During the Spring Festival, I didn’t go back to my hometown. First, during the Spring Festival travel season, I will be arranged to stay in the factory in case someone is responsible for an emergency. Second, according to the traditional rural customs, if a family member dies less than the third anniversary, the family members are not allowed to pass away. Spring Festival.Therefore, I informed my mother that she could not go home, and she acquiesced. . . . .

The factories were on annual leave for two weeks, and the number of people in the provincial capital did not decrease. On the contrary, many villagers made a special trip from the countryside to celebrate the New Year with their families in the provincial capital. Many restaurants continued to operate to provide catering services for ordinary people.

I am single, and I don’t have the convenience of cooking in accommodation or factories; therefore, I have to eat or take out three meals of breakfast, lunch and dinner almost every day. The restaurant is not closed, and I have a place where I can eat.

I visited the factory early this morning, and as usual, I went to a restaurant not far away to buy a lunch box or something. . .On the way, some accidents seemed to be found, a group of people were seen watching around, and someone shouted loudly.

My curiosity was ignited, and I rushed into the crowd quickly, only to see a man surrounded by several strong men who didn't know what happened and was beaten.At that time, the man had fallen to the ground, but the group of people did not stop and continued to punch and kick.The onlookers seemed to be afraid of those strong men who beat them, so they only dared to surround them from a distance, and did not dare to approach them to stop or persuade them.

At that time, I guessed that the man must have done some disgusting things to be beaten; therefore, the mentality of thinking that more things are worse than less things is just about to leave. . .The man who was beaten turned his head to look at the crowd, including me, and shouted desperately, "Help...they are pickpockets... call the police..." After speaking, he fainted on the ground.

"It's... a crow?" I was shocked when I saw it, and rushed to the crow without any scruples, squatted down to protect the opponent's body, turned around and saw the group of strong men and shouted, "Stop your hands, He was beaten to death by you..."

"Who are you to him? Are you brave enough to stop us? Do you want to die?" One of the strong men approached me and tried to pull me up, but I pushed it away vigorously.

"He's my brother, you can't hit him anymore..." Although my heart was full of fear, when I saw the crow covered in blood, an instinct to protect the other came up, and I yelled and shouted at the crowd watching. Begging, "Please call the police, someone is dead, please call the police..."

"Damn it... tell your brother to mind his own business in the future, or we will be rude to him! Go..." The assailant saw the crow fainted on the ground, and knew that if he continued to attack, something would happen, so After spitting a few mouthfuls of water at the crow and saying something angrily, the group left.

"Please help call the ambulance, he is dying, please help..." Seeing the group of people leave, I finally let go of my mood, but seeing the blood-stained crow, my peace of mind was suspended again When I got up, I asked the crowd for help, and lay the crow's body flat on the ground, and took out a tissue to wipe the blood on the other side. . . . .