A classic little novel of the day | people who don't applaud

People applaud people

(Sun) Narikichi Fujimori

I suddenly found that this guy was very abnormal, and he was the only one who didn't applaud, which was incredible.

The speakers were impassioned, and the audience applauded. Everyone was about to shoot their hands, or they were thunderous applause to the pulpit, no, it was like firing guns in unison. Some people think that clapping is not too addictive, and they can't help but shout: "A little good!" "Yes! We were all beaten! "The police are our enemy!"

The police were like trees lining the streets, all around the venue. Whenever the crowd applauded and shouted, their eyes flashed white. The sword seemed to be a chain around the neck of a domestic dog, making a threatening sound of "click, click", which needless to say was in vain. The speaker's condemnation is reasonable and has the authority of the court and jurors. Moreover, the police are now defendants again.

If the police dared to beat people on such occasions, probably no one would stand idly by at the meeting! This was clear to the masses, and the defendants knew in their hearts that, for this reason, at best, they could only play with their swords with their blank eyes.

The "May Day Atrocities Condemnation of the Police" shrouded a solemn and impassioned atmosphere in the style of the court. The workers who spoke shouted loudly, and the hearts of the audience also shouted loudly. On stage and off stage, the same enemy. But what's going on here? Only this guy was gloomy, silent, and indifferent.

He sat motionless in my neighbor's seat, like a rock in the waves. His face was light black, his body seemed to be a little weak, his nose was tilted to the side, his eyes were sharp, he was wearing earthy yellow overalls, he looked like a middle-aged worker, his lips were tight, and he was looking at the speaker on the stage in amazement.

"Bastard!" I scolded darkly. Actually cleverly mixed in, what are you desperately looking at? Is it to keep the faces of the rebels in mind, a manual in your mind, or to roll your eyes and look around like a dragonfly? ...... So I put a close eye on him, but the guy still didn't move. After a long time, he didn't even clap his hands or shout. Maybe he didn't have that idea at all.

I can't help but wonder, I'm afraid it's a new agent! No, maybe it's a cunning old fox. I've focused all my attention on this guy, and as for the speech on stage, I've already thrown it aside. I decided to say hello to him. Just as I was about to turn my face over and shout "Hey," I suddenly noticed that his pupils were shining like electric light. Oh! This dog is really strange, crying, is it touched? ...... At this moment, the thunderous applause once again shook the entire venue. He raised his hands, which had been hanging so far, but had just lifted them to his chest and fell to his knees.

So, I saw something. It can be said that this was a great discovery, and its significance was far greater than Columbus's discovery of the New World, and my blood boiled at once, and it was dark all around. I tried to open my eyes and stare, and yes, what was slightly trembling on my knee was a pair of hands without palms, no! It's a grinding rod!

Lightning flashed before my eyes as an illusion: the conveyor belt was like dozens of dazzling white exercises, running endlessly. The motor rumbled and the machine spun at dizzying speed. Suddenly, five fingers and palms touched the polished hook-shaped processing product, and suddenly flew in a pale red smoke...

I understood it all, and tears couldn't help but burst out of my eyes.

"You!"

I sobbed, my eyes blurred, and I still reached out my hands and grasped the potato-like, silently trembling object.

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