What should you not have picked up?Netizen: I picked up a rope and went in and squatted for three years

On that day, the sun was so hot that it seemed to scorch the whole world, and I walked alone on a remote path, and my heart was as heavy as carrying an invisible boulder. It was quiet, except for the occasional chirping of cicadas and the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves.

Just as I was looking down in contemplation, suddenly, a black rope lay quietly in the grass by the side of the road. Instinctively, I bent down to pick it up.

"Hey, what are you doing with that?" a sudden voice broke the silence around me, and I shuddered with fright, and when I looked up, I saw a man with a full beard standing not far away, his eyes revealing vigilance and doubt.

I smiled a little awkwardly and replied casually, "It looks quite sturdy, I want to pick it up and tie something back." ”

"Hmph, I advise you not to pick it up. The man walked over, crouched down, and said in an almost warning tone, "You don't know where this rope came from, it's not a good thing. ”

I was curious, and I couldn't help asking, "Is there anything wrong with this rope?"

The man looked at me, as if hesitating to say anything. After a long while, he whispered, "This rope is used by people...... Criminal. ”

As soon as I heard this, I immediately felt a tingling in my scalp, and a sense of foreboding welled up in my heart. I hurriedly asked, "What the hell is going on?"

The man sighed and said slowly: "A few days ago, there was a robbery here, and the criminals used this kind of rope to tie up the victim. The police have not found a clue so far, and the rope is likely to be important physical evidence. ”

I was dumbfounded and regretted. How could I be so unlucky to pick up such a hot potato!

The man looked at me with a look of trepidation and said, "You'd better put it back in its place now, and don't get yourself in trouble." ”

I nodded busily and carefully put the rope back into the grass for fear of soiling it. Then, I turned to leave, but I heard the man say, "Wait, it's useless for you to leave now, I've already called the police." ”

As soon as I heard this, I fell into an ice cave. My eyes widened as I looked at the bearded man, filled with despair and fear.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" I almost yelled.

The man looked at me coldly and said, "I'm just doing my civic duty." And, I think you should want to know the truth too. ”

I sat limply on the ground, filled with remorse and self-blame. If I hadn't been greedy to pick up that rope, if I hadn't disobeyed the man's advice, maybe things wouldn't have turned out this way.

After a while, the sound of police car sirens broke the silence from far and near. I was taken to the police station, and after some questioning and investigation, I was eventually detained on suspicion of being involved in the robbery.

During my days in the detention center, I lived like years. In the dead of night, I think of the black rope, of the bearded man, of the terrible price I paid for my greed.

Three years later, I finally walked out of the detention center. The sun was still hot, but my mood had changed dramatically. I am deeply aware of my own mistakes and ignorance, and I also understand that greed and luck can only lead to destruction.

Since then, I have become cautious and humble, and I no longer trust my luck and judgment easily. Whenever I see something on the side of the road, I think of the black rope and the unbearable past. It has become a deep imprint in my life, a constant reminder to cherish what is in front of me and not to repeat the mistakes of the past.

And the man with his beard has become a lingering shadow in my heart. I don't know if he still remembers me and if he is still working for social justice. But no matter what, I will take his warning to heart and use it to guide my future path.

Looking back, I am very grateful. Although it cost a lot of money, I finally understood what the true value of life is. And all of this stems from the rope that shouldn't have been picked up and the man who changed me.

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, I have re-entered society. The three years in prison gave me a deep appreciation of the preciousness of freedom and a deeper understanding of life. Whenever I think of that black rope, I remind myself to always keep a clear head and not to be driven by greed.

I got a regular job, and although the income was not high, it was enough for me to live a stable life. I work hard, live my life seriously, and try not to think about the shadows of the past. Sometimes, however, when I am alone in bed in the dead of night, memories of the past still flood back uncontrollably.

Once, I met an old acquaintance on the street, and he looked at me with a flash of surprise in his eyes. We exchanged a few pleasantries, and he asked me how I had been doing all these years. I smiled bitterly and didn't say anything more. He seemed to see that I was uncomfortable and didn't ask more.

Gradually, I began to try to accept the past, to accept the self who had made mistakes. I understand that only by truly facing the past can we embrace the future. I started to participate in some charity activities to help those in need as a way to make up for my mistakes.

In the process, I have made many like-minded friends who have given me a lot of encouragement and support. We work together, grow together, and contribute to society together. I found that life can be so beautiful, as long as we feel and cherish it with our hearts.

One day, I saw a newspaper story about a man who was commended for reporting a crime. Looking at that familiar face, I was instantly stunned. It turned out that the man with the beard on his face was my savior.

I ran to the police station excitedly, wanting to thank him in person. However, when I found him, he smiled faintly and said, "You don't have to thank me, I just did what I was supposed to do." ”

I looked at his ordinary but determined face, and my heart was full of respect and gratitude. I know that He not only saved me, but also taught me how to be a real person.

Since that day, I have worked harder and been more actively involved in public welfare activities. I want to use my actions to repay the society and make up for my mistakes.

Now, I have lived a new life, and the unbearable past has gradually faded out of my memory. But I know that the black rope and the man with the beard will always remain in my heart and become the most precious treasure in my life.

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