I've been sitting behind this window for fifteen years.
Twenty-six paragraphs of life squashed by a piece of paper. Farmers whose land had been expropriated were sitting at the door of the interview room holding gas cans. The paranoid old man weaved his half-life misfortune into an airtight web of blame. The long-distance driver dialed the reporting hotline within four minutes of hanging up the blackmail call. Each case is a mirror that reflects the fear, greed and unwillingness in the abyss of human nature, as well as the glimmer of light at the edge of the abyss that has not yet been extinguished.
From twenty-three provinces to four municipalities, from the 600 yuan in arrears of freight to the 30,000 yuan administrative penalty decision, there are no Shuangwen-style happy grudges in these stories, only long struggles, sudden collapses and clumsy repairs in the real world. When the procedural justice of the "Petition Work Regulations" meets the cognitive dissonance in psychology, and when the logical deduction of Mill's Five Laws meets a pair of hands that cannot wash away the marks of machine oil, you will find that all evils in the world are the background; doing good first is not a slogan, but a choice that is repeatedly recognized and picked up at every fork in the road.
This is a book about "pain" and also a book about "turning back". Open it and you will see countless souls wandering on the edge of the abyss, and the thorny path back behind them.
A dull knife, using the petition window as a mirror, reflects the joys and sorrows of the bottom. The words are not sharp, they only cut the warmth of compassion where it hurts the most.
