Gu Muyi can completely imagine the simple feelings that belong to ordinary people that her father exuded when he gave her this name - the mountains stand tall and the scenery stops. My daughter, admire justice, pursue justice, and become justice.
So when her father urged her to study the Fa like a fraudster, she had already calmed down and readily agreed.
But what my father didn't expect at all was that her daughter had never had any ambitions.
There are only two reasons for studying the Fa.
One is because she is a liberal arts student. Compared with Chinese language and literature, law is much more reliable, at least it can fill your stomach.
Secondly, because I have watched too many Hong Kong movies, I feel that the lawyer is just crazy and jealous, trying to act cool, but he ends up getting himself into it.
But Gu Muyi found that she had changed at some point. She no longer fished, no longer acted badly, and no longer lay flat.
She will bravely stand up to defend the most basic human rights of a criminal suspect when he is under social pressure from the same enemy.
She will stand up and hold government agencies accountable when citizens' rights are attacked and deprived of without reason by the government's public power.
She also tried to stand up and provide her own plans, perspectives and suggestions for truly building a country under the rule of law when it was just an empty declaration with no possibility of operation.
She couldn't tell what made her change.
Maybe it was because of the back view of my father smoking dejectedly on the rooftop.
Maybe it was because the scenery was just right that year, the young man's broken hair was blowing in the breeze, and he invited her to come under the locust tree, but a handsome figure from behind told her that no one would stand there anymore in the mottled shadow of the tree.
Perhaps it was because Li Li's pale face, trembling helplessly, finally returned to the calming light.
Maybe it's because of the near-death moments in the dormitory cycle - a moment of suffocation, as if the soul has been stripped away, the fear that is struggling to go away dissipates, the impending separation becomes relieved, and the gradually blurred vision finally turns into a white light.
She couldn't remember clearly.
But she knows that there will always be light and justice in this world because there is a group of people guarding it.
Such people may not be you and me, but there will always be a group of people.
And she had worked hard for it.
Intention: I know that this story is lame and clumsy, and it is even more pale and full of flaws in some aspects of professional knowledge, but please allow me to write such a clumsy, passionate and bizarre story. Let me relive my secondary school dream when I was a child - to be a reputable judge, punish evil and promote good.