Chapter 420 The Fourth Round of "The Crucible" Reactions (7)

The gap has always been the thing that most attracts the attention of the viewer.

If Qin had been an introverted and timid deaf-mute boy from beginning to end, the audience would not be so sad and angry at this moment.

It is precisely because he was born weak but always unyielding, as fragile and tough as a weed in the wilderness. He has resisted and fought for so long, but now he is still forced to bow his head and admit his mistakes under the power of adults. Tens of thousands of spectators felt intense depression and suffocation from the inside out.

Just like flat music cannot make people feel the intensity of the music, the more ups and downs a character has, the more real and vivid it appears.

This young man named "Qin" is brave and strong, but also ignorant and weak.

Tragedy always lifts the most beautiful, promising and energetic things to the top, and then smashes them downwards.

Turning to look at the audience, Qin, who was soaked in tears and trying to smile, was the epitome of brokenness.

They were born to be brittle and thin porcelain, but there was a boy here who insisted on pouring mud and water into his mouthpiece and letting it fall heavily into his stomach, trying to turn himself into a hard clay doll.

Fragile goods are fragile goods.

Someone smashed him into pieces, and he fell down with bruises all over his body. Then he got up shivering and tried his best to smile at the more fragile porcelain dolls.

Broken, so what?

Even if it is broken into pieces, he will continue to use mud and water to stick the pieces together, and then glue them back into a bumpy, human shape.

Qin quietly and obediently continued to stand in the courtroom, answering every question from the judge with slightly trembling hands.

Zhan Changqing's translation became increasingly malicious and full of misleading.

The little fighter stood tenaciously in the arena, but he didn't know that this arena was just a glass vessel played with by the giant.

Those who understand him cannot help him; those who pretend not to understand him continue to show off their power.

Such a sentence appeared on the narrow screen on Qin's side.

Qin: The bullies in these photos are all caregivers, not Zhang Mu.

He gestured and looked at Zhan Changqing, his eyes moving from the lawyer's eyes to the lawyer's hands, waiting for his answer.

Zhan Changqing looked a little surprised.

Zhan Changqing: Of course there is no Zhang Mu, he has not committed any crime in the first place.

Qin's face was full of astonishment, but Zhan Changqing continued to "say": You have no evidence to prove that he committed a crime.

"Bullshit!"

Han Zhong's father was so angry that he slapped the armrest of the sofa loudly.

"What kind of rags is this! Rubbish!"

This old man had been the secretary of the Youth League branch of the village when he was young. When he went to the town for help, he saw many people who told lies with open eyes. Each of them was as well-dressed as Zhan Changqing at this time, with a hypocritical look and mouth. They mutter nonsense that means nothing, push the responsibility outward, and take advantage of it.

"Bad! These people are bad to the core!"

Han Zhong's mother choked with sobs and kept wiping her tears.

That year, a flood flooded half an acre of her parents' land at the edge of the village. The rice was washed away and the vegetables were soaked. The family of four had little food left. They humbly begged the village chief to call the official above him. It would be nice. Some people came to help with the disaster relief, but that person also pretended to be deaf and blind like the lawyer named Zhan, and tried to deal with it in every possible way. When her fields were completely turned into mud, he cried and begged, and even took photos. I have taken many photos of disasters as proof, but what about the end? All the supplies shipped from above were piled in the village chief’s own yard!

Man, how could he be so bad!

How can people be bullied like this!

God, please open your eyes and tell me, do weak people deserve to be bullied to death? Don’t weak people deserve to live in this world? !

But counting back three generations, who hasn’t been poor, suffered, or weak?

They were worried outside the screen, and the curses coming from the TV became clearer and clearer.

The audience sitting at the scene experienced a deeper despair than those in front of the TV or mobile phones, and thus aroused greater anger.

The more stunned and anxious Qin became, the gentler the expressions of the adults in the court became, and the fiercer the curses from the audience.

Zhang Mu spoke sign language to the lonely boy with a kind smile.

He "said" something, and Zhan Changqing said something.

Just like the most tacit cross talk partner, you say something to me, and there is a heavy iron hidden in the baggage, which can be shaken out and crush people to death.

Qin stood there like a dehydrated fish lying on the chopping board, convulsing from head to toe, her eyes wide open and blood-red.

…

Yan Liyue hit her head on the table, her intermittent sobs overflowing, sometimes mixed with a breathless sound, and her whole body was shaking.

It was too uncomfortable, she didn't want to hear it, she didn't want to hear Qin's desperate hoarse cry.

In the picture, the young man crying "Ahhh" with a big white voice looks like a mentally disturbed madman. His face is flushed, veins are popping out of his restrained arms, and his eyes are staring at the smiling man opposite.

I don’t know how many people couldn’t help but close their eyes.

I don’t know how many people watched Qing rush into the court and throw herself on Qin’s chest.

The girl, whose clothes were loose and worn and still had bruises on her shoulders, slowly showed a pleading smile.

Just kill me.

Brother, kill me.

We can't win, but at least we can escape, right?

Let's run away and die, so there will be no pain or sadness.

The young man looked at her, tears like a raging flood extinguishing the fire in his eyes.

The courtroom lights went dark along with the hopes of the group of children.

After a while, the screen gradually brightened.

The adults toasting and chatting in the Luhuayuan Restaurant; the children stumbling into the cafeteria.

The lifeless Qin and the kitchen knife in his hand.

The repeated movements formed a line of blood like pearls falling to the ground.

Twenty-four hearts in a transparent lunch box.

you say,

Why would a good-looking young man become like this?

Yes, why?

"Dang Cang"!

The knife, which was so covered in blood that the shape could no longer be seen, fell heavily to the ground. In a horrifying and oppressive looking-up shot, Qin's condescending eyes were revealed.

Blood covered most of his face, soaked through his ill-fitting clothes, and flowed down his face, nose, and chin, and hit the ground drop by drop.

In the relatively clean eye, unknown emotions precipitated. If you look closely, it seems that there are countless gray and black threads intertwined. It is chaotic, dead, and lifeless.

The principal's office showed up.

Zhang Mu appeared on the office chair.

Like an evil spirit, the Silent Young Avengers also appeared.

Blocked behind the desk, he repeated the poking and pulling movements, and the blood spurted outwards, slapping against the palm of his hand that was gradually losing strength.

What caught the audience's eyes deeply was Qin's distorted profile.

And what they heard in their ears were screams one after another.

At another glance, the twenty-five-year-old young man had a leisurely smile on his face, walking towards the execution place weirdly and crazily like a real madman with joy that no one else could understand.

Look, look.

Yes, I won.

"Bang" a gunshot sounded, and he fell limply to the ground, his expression frozen.

It was a bright smile, brighter than the afternoon sunshine in the orphanage a few years ago.

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The subtitles and ending are belatedly like justice.

But the lone warrior has already ended in glory.

With blood and tears, he jumped without hesitation and into the hot furnace.

I haven't slept for more than thirty hours, so I went to lie down. Wake up and tell you something in the book club circle.