Author: Meow Meow Le
As I was about to walk to the edge of the square, I heard laughter in front of me, accompanied by a series of clicks and clicks.
In the morning, around 5:40.
It was still dark, and there was silence around, and the sound was a little harsh.
I walked over curiously and took a look: two young people of about twenty years old, each riding a shared motorcycle, turning in circles in the square, fast, braking sharply, and turning around in place.
The wheels rubbed against the ground, clicking; the car accidentally fell to the ground and crashed.
Whose baby doesn't learn well early in the morning?
I was very sad for the two cars, but I only dared to stare at them angrily for a few times, and then go on.
They looked at me, kept spinning circles, kept braking, and the car continued to rub and collide on the ground.
I am timid, and I only dare to look at these things, look at them twice, and dare to be angry but dare not speak.
I was afraid of being beaten to the ground and looking for teeth, and I couldn't even find a place to complain and cry.
I often get up early and go out, and I am accustomed to seeing many things that others can't see.
Lying on the side of the road, or sharing cars thrown in the water; beer bottles knocked into pieces, and peanut shells, melon seed shells, chicken feet, and duck bones deliberately thrown all over the ground; torn into finger-sized pieces of paper, cigarette boxes, beverage bottles, and milk cups scattered on the road or floating on the water, while the garbage bins stand next to them; cigarette butt prints on the floor one by one; strips are fished out of the water, and then spread on the bridge to form semi-dried aquatic weeds, small fish and shrimp.
There are also old men who have taken off their pants and stood under the trees, couples who drove a car with sacks of Sacks of Persimmons, old men who cut a bundle of bamboo and dragged them, young people who took electronic fishing gears and cracked in the lake...
I told the patrolling security dad that electronic fishing is illegal.
The security guard dad said that he couldn't manage that much.
I dare not say that they are all bad people.
I just think, how can this person be so boring? Three changes in the middle of the night, early in the morning, is it not warm in the bed?
I complained to my niece Rong Rong.
She said that after years of working as a criminal investigator, she saw the evil of human nature.
And I, probably walking in the dark for years, saw the ugliness of people in the absence of supervision.