The drizzle falls in autumn, catalyzing the disappearance of life. The shop opened its mouth listlessly, waiting for its customers to fall into the trap. The autumn leaves have fallen all over the ground, and a layer of dust has accumulated. The raindrops hit the ground, bringing up some moist rain vapor and splashing dust all over the sky. Autumn is coming, bringing with it the helplessness of the whole world.

Thinking of those vicious comments, my heart is like a broken jar, which cannot be repaired. There was like a cluster of black flames in my heart, bringing a burning sting along the atrium.

Two streets away, there is another group of people watching something. Hey, is the world so uneasy? I slowed down and pretended not to hear the sounds. The autumn wind is coming. I wrapped myself in my coat, and the autumn wind brought a voice: "Ochumelov, are you so timid? Go your own way, why should you care about these irrelevant malices?" A spark of hope ignited in my heart.

I couldn't help but quicken my pace.

I am not a lackey wearing a military coat, that is not the case! This is my responsibility. I am just completing my job. Regardless of whether it is right or wrong, personal extremes are only one-sided and will be proven by time.

Khryukin’s finger was bitten by a dog. My conscience told me that he was the injured one and the dog was the general’s dog. My interests told me that the dog deserved forgiveness. I really want to say that the owner of this dog will be punished, but I dare not. I know it's snobby, but I have no choice. My wife and children all rely on my meager salary to make ends meet! So I chose interests, which are not only my personal interests, but also the interests of a family.

I am not flattering or flattering, that is not the case! I just have to make a living. I admit that I cannot do what the ancient Chinese philosopher Mencius said, "not accepting life and death for the sake of life and death." But how many people don't fill their stomachs first and then talk about benevolence, justice and morality? There are not so many trivial details in clan society, right?

In fact, this is not the case, but how many people understand my difficulties? I walked around and left the square, with a group of people laughing behind me. The autumn wind was blowing, bringing hurtful steel needles to pierce the softest chest.

I couldn't help but panic.

The autumn wind rustles, and the calendar pages are blown down one by one. I was speechless, wrapped up my coat tightly, and walked through the drizzle streets...

After-note: The protagonist is Ochumelov in "Chameleon". This poor image has suffered a lot all along. mocking. Everything has a cause and an effect, and there is a reason for what he does. This article is not to defend Ochumelov, but to try to explore the social roots of such phenomena. a