When I walked out of the police station, the sky was clear, and the air was fresh.
On a summer day, a gentle breeze blew, and street vendors were still calling out to sell watermelons.
I bought a big round watermelon. When I cut it open, it was indeed bright red and had no black seeds, a gratitude watermelon.
Deshawn and Andres carried the melons and walked ahead, while Kate and I followed behind.
Life seemed to be like this.
No matter how bad things happened, as long as there were sweet watermelons to eat and people around to talk and laugh with.
Everything wasn’t too bad.
After that day, I returned to school again.
The principal personally called me to come back.
She said that I would still attend the open class next Monday. The vice principal’s decision was too hasty, which was unfair to me.
I just smiled and didn’t comment.
On Monday, the lecture hall was filled with people.
I opened the slideshow and finished presenting the last slide of the PPT.
During the free question session, a student asked me—
“Teacher, what is true evil?”
In an instant, many pairs of ghostly eyes looked at me.
I knew that what they wanted to know was not just the textbook’s straightforward answer.
I thought for a moment, put down the textbook, and wrote two big words on the blackboard—
Good, evil.
“What is evil? Hurting others, is that evil, right? So, is it evil to hurt others in order to protect oneself? Is it evil to hurt others in order to protect loved ones?”
“Good and evil lie in both motivation and action. If the motivation is good but the action is evil, then is it ultimately good or evil?”
“Once, like most people, I used to enjoy labeling others. If someone committed a crime, they must be evil; if someone hit their parents, they must be evil; if someone was homeless, they must be evil.”
“But what if those labels were torn off? Some people commit crimes to protect their mothers from humiliation, considering it evil towards the
wrongdoers but good towards their mothers. Some people, after enduring years of torment, finally resist, considering it evil towards the wrongdoers but good towards themselves.”
“If we looked at others from a more three–dimensional perspective, we would find that evil is not absolute, and goodness is not absolute either. They change in an instant.”
The breeze gently brushed.
A few more people entered through the back door of the classroom with stairs.
An elderly woman with microbladed eyebrows and permed hair looked like someone who was always ready to argue.
A tattooed big brother had a fierce tiger tattooed on his back, which could scare children to tears when he went shirtless in the summer.
A gloomy little brother, always wearing a baseball cap, even in the summer he wears long sleeves, and his mouth is always nervously muttering something
A few months ago, I encountered a very terrible neighbor.
So I wanted to use violence to counter violence, and evil to counter evil. But I unexpectedly stepped into the inner world of those “bad people“,
The “evil mother–in–law” who had her eyebrows microbladed and curled her hair loved to cook sweet soup, green bean soup, and cut watermelon in various ways to take care of people.
The pale and gloomy Andres, who used to crawl around, interacted with stray cats every day. He earned some money by delivering packages and spent it Chapter 11
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all on neutering the stray cats.
Deshawn loved gardening. Behind his back, a fierce tiger sniffed at the roses. He often exchanged gardening tips with the elderly residents in the neighborhood. While riding his electric scooter to deliver takeout, he even saved two injured pedestrians involved in car accidents.
This world seemed to be like this.
Everyone has countless labels on them.
We were constantly labeling others and being labeled by others.
But if we are willing to tear off the labels and look carefully with our own eyes.
You will find that the world was very different.
At the end of the public class, I smiled slightly.
“I haven’t told you all before, but when I was young, I was also considered a naughty child.”
The alcoholic father abused the mother all day long.
One day, he lifted up a vase and smashed it on my mother’s head. Blood flowed all over the floor, and I thought my mother had died.
So, when he raised his fist again, I stabbed his eye with a shard of a vase.
He encountered a car accident on his way to the hospital and died instantly.
I thought I had protected my mother, but when she woke up, she screamed in terror.
She told her neighbors that it was me who killed her husband.
She said I was a jinx, so when she ran away with her luggage, no one thought she was wrong.
It was my fault, I was a bad kid, I was a troublemaker.
I grew up as an adult, lonely and guilty until I met three “bad people” just like me.
They didn’t lecture me with profound truths, they just made me suddenly realize.
If their “bad” is not “bad“, then my “bad” doesn’t have to torment me every day anymore.
The audience was silent.
The students blinked their eyes and looked at me.
Some children had sympathy on their faces, while others had deep contemplation.
I made the final summary. “Adults are always accustomed to embellishing themselves, but children believe it to be true. If you also feel confused, you are welcome to come to me. In my place, there is no moral judgment, I only care if you are hurt.” The bell for the end of class rang.
The principal led the way and clapped his hands.
The applause resounded, especially the three standing at the back door drummed the loudest.
I picked up the chalk, collected the lesson plan, and slung my bag over my shoulder as I walked out.
Outside the corridor was a playground, where many children ran and jumped, playing basketball, creating a lively atmosphere.
And coming towards me were Kate, Deshawn, and Andres.
Kate took my hand and casually asked me, “What do you want to eat tonight?”
Deshawn then took my heavy laptop bag and calmly walked forward.
Andres, as always, was lost in his own thoughts, but when the students smiled at him, he was pleasantly surprised and smiled back.
The gentle breeze blew, and clouds gathered and dispersed.
Ilost the two most important loved ones in my life and experienced the deepest malice while living alone.
But it seems like fate has provided me with my loved ones, in a strange and peculiar way.
Oh God, no matter what, I am still very grateful to you.
Really.
