She Killed the Mockingbird

[Click the author's column to write "Reply to a Letter on a Winter Night" in the next book, please give me advance notice~] The boundless human world is like an ant crawling around. We meet again here, and we will have long-term joy. School bullying, domestic violence, people like animals, and generations of hatred. "I came back from the depths of the mud, not to hate the world, but to prevent tragedies from happening again." A story about redemption. ____________________________ [Advance copy copy of "Winter Night Reply"] Every graduation season, classmate records are always a hot seller. So when she graduated from high school, Xie Lin also bought a copy at the instigation of her younger brothers and handed it out to others to fill in. After the lunch break, I quickly received a stack of filled-in "reply letters." However, among the many girls who expressed their love, there was only one who was particularly ignorant. In the message column, he wrote: "Xie Lin, I wish you a bright future in your studies and a bright future." The words are earnest to the point of being comically earnest. He immediately took out the list of classmates, crumpled it and threw it into the trash can. The student on duty who was responsible for taking out the garbage was named Chi Xue. He cleaned the garbage very cleanly that day. * God is wise, he has failed to meet high expectations, and his future is indeed not promising. Instead, he stepped into the quagmire. Twenty years after his dream, he resigned from the police force and lived in a dilapidated public housing building. An old injury relapsed in the middle of the night, and I had to brave the heavy snow to seek help from the shabby little clinic downstairs across the street. The desk lamp in the room flickered on and off, and the doctor who was filling in medical records at his desk raised his face, looking calm and sober. Seems like I've seen it somewhere. "Name?" She asked him. "... Xie Lin." The room quickly became silent until the only sound left was the scratching of the pen tip on the page. He suddenly said: "You actually know this is the solution." She made a move. Suddenly he looked at each other blankly. However, Xie Lin's expression was still silent, with a slight frown. Ten years later, she still felt ashamed in his eyes. * "His eyes suddenly fell on the blue vase on the desk in front of him. The vase was empty. For the first time in years, it was empty on his birthday. No flower arrangements. He was horrified: it seemed as if an invisible door was suddenly opened, and the cold draft blew into his quiet room from another world. He felt death, he felt immortal love. " ——Stephen Zweig, "Letter from a Strange Woman" Intention: