I really don't want to be a teacher

The middle-aged bailiff's hand trembled, and he put it down again, raised his head, and looked at the still noisy and lively night stall,

"...If...he hadn't been executed and killed by me at that time...then he should be like the people in this booth now, either with his wife and children, and the family is happy, eating barbecue, teasing Children, talk about family matters, or drink with your friends with a glass of wine..."

The middle-aged bailiff's eyes were in a trance, and he seemed to be talking to himself, and his voice gradually became weaker,

……

"...After that night, when I woke up the next morning, I kept replaying the appearance of that young man over and over again in my mind... That day, I didn't go to the court, I went to the former, and took me to the execution ground for the first time Big Brother. At that time, he had already retired...

I went to his house and told him about it...he was silent for a while, then looked at me and said to me,

If a prisoner kills someone with a knife, only the prisoner can be blamed, not the knife... It is the prisoner who kills, not the knife... We are the knife.

He also advised me to think about it, I can't blame me for this..."

While talking, the middle-aged bailiff fell silent again, staring at the bustling night stall for a while, lowered his head, looked at the skewers in the iron plate, slowly reached out and picked up a skewer,

With a sullen head, the middle-aged bailiff tore at each mouthful, not knowing if he could taste it,

"...But, how can you not blame me, how can you not blame me... I killed him, I killed him..."

Chapter 298

The action of the middle-aged bailiff tearing up the skewers stopped again, and after repeating it a few times, he fell silent again.

"...Sometimes, I really think that I am just a knife. At least the knife will not have its own thoughts, and it will not care what kind of blood is on the blade."

After a long time, the middle-aged bailiff slowly raised his head again, looked into the distance and said,

"... At that time, I asked the retired big brother if he had killed innocent people after all these years of working.

He looked at me, shook his head, and told me, he said he didn't know...then he told me...everyone is a death row prisoner when he executes. "

While talking, the middle-aged bailiff paused,

"When I was finally leaving, the big brother persuaded me again. At least when I execute, every prisoner deserves what he deserves... But I still can't help thinking... I think of the appearance of that young man before he died, and think of him. If you look at my hand, I always feel that it is stained with blood."

Spreading his callused hands, the middle-aged bailiff looked at and said,

"...Before that, I was used to it, and after that, I became unaccustomed again."

Turning his head, the middle-aged bailiff looked at the pitch-black river, and after being silent for a while, asked aloud,

"...Little brother, tell me, if there really is a hell in this world, will I go to hell when I die someday?"

Hearing this, Lian Ge turned his gaze to the middle-aged bailiff,

"Do you think a butcher who kills pigs and sheep will go to hell?"

Lian Ge withdrew his gaze, looked into the distance, and said calmly.

When the middle-aged bailiff heard the words, he didn't respond, but raised his head slightly, like Lian Ge, looked further away, fell silent,

At the night stall, there was a lot of noise, but at the dining table, it became more and more quiet.

……

"...I completed the old man's execution with my own hands."

After a long time, the middle-aged bailiff calmed down and said again,

"I don't know if it was to ease the feelings in my heart. I took the initiative to apply for the old man's execution... But after the execution, it didn't get any better."

"...After that, when I raised my gun again, I always had the image of that young man in my mind. I couldn't help but wonder if this time... When I slept at night, I dreamed of something else. People, the woman I saw on the execution ground for the first time, the middle-aged man who was executed for the first time...

The young man's appearance, not only did not gradually become blurred with time, but in the past few years, it has become more and more clear...

I dreamed about him again the night before,

In the dream, on the way to escort him to the execution ground, I sat next to him, and he lowered his head, thinking all the time, I didn't kill her, I didn't kill her...don't kill me, don't kill me...

...Every time like this, I will come here to sit and sit, it is very close to his home, he likes to eat barbecue so much, if he is still there, I think, at this time, he will always come here..."

As he spoke, the middle-aged bailiff lowered his head, then raised his hand, holding the skewer, and ate it bit by bit, silently, tearing and chewing.

"...However, there are some things that need to be done by someone. My hands are already dirty. It's better for me to come."

After the words fell, the middle-aged bailiff didn't speak any more, his head was sullen, silent, and he ate the skewers.

Lian Ge turned his gaze, glanced at the middle-aged bailiff, and then looked along the river bank and at the night stalls beside the street.

The night stall is still lively.

Calling for friends, men drinking wine with their arms open, a family chatting, hot diners sweating profusely...

In front of the oven, the stall owner is still waving his fan, flipping the skewers, rolling up his vest to his stomach, and the electric fan behind him is still whirring,

In front of the booth, around the incandescent lamp, a few moths and mosquitoes circled around,

A gust of wind blows past, and then rolls down a few fallen leaves, taking away a wave of heat.

……

"I'm sorry, little brother, I told you this, and it spoiled your appetite."

The middle-aged bailiff muffled his head and remained silent for a long time, then raised his head again and said out loud,

Hearing this, Lian Ge looked away, looked at the middle-aged bailiff, shook his head slightly, and didn't say much.

The middle-aged bailiff looked down at the empty baking sticks in his iron plate, and was about to get up.

"Brother, let's eat skewers again,"

Lian Ge took out a skewer from his dinner plate and handed it to the middle-aged bailiff.

Hearing the sound, the middle-aged bailiff stood up and paused, then looked at Lian Ge, shook his head,

"... No, this skewer always tastes bad in your mouth, so don't waste it. Little brother, you should eat it yourself."

The middle-aged bailiff spoke, stood up,

"After eating your skewers and hearing your stories, brother, I always feel a little embarrassed. You should try it, brother."

Lian Ge didn't take back his hand, but waved his other hand lightly.

Hearing this, the middle-aged bailiff glanced at Lian Ge again, and still reached out to take it.

"Thank you."

After saying thanks, the middle-aged bailiff was polite, held the baking stick sideways, and bit off the barbecue on the stick,

Immediately afterwards, the middle-aged bailiff paused, just chewing, and stood where he was, a little in a trance.

Lian Ge glanced at the middle-aged bailiff, but said nothing, turned his gaze away, and looked into the distance.

……

At the night stand, on the bustling tables, the steaming heat of the barbecue rises with the pervasive aroma, the middle-aged bailiff who is stunned in place, the skewers in his hand are also overflowing with heat, lingering in front of his eyes .

Tilting his head slightly, his eyes were in a trance, as if pictures were floating in front of his eyes.

"... Please step down."

After a long time, in front of a simple dining table on the inside, a diner stood up and walked past the middle-aged bailiff.

The middle-aged bailiff slowly came back to his senses,

"Little brother……"

"what about the taste?"

Lian Ge turned his gaze back, glanced at the middle-aged bailiff, smiled slightly and said,

"It tastes the same, just..."

The middle-aged bailiff looked at Lian Ge, sized up his eyes, paused for a moment on the little white mouse on his shoulder, then looked at Lian Ge again, and replied,

"It just feels like, just for a moment, it's like a dream... dreaming about that young man."

Listening to the words of the middle-aged bailiff, Lian Ge smiled, turned his eyes, and looked into the distance,

"...I don't think that young man should have blamed you." Lian Ge said calmly.

"...Yeah, who would blame Dao, except Dao himself..."

After a moment of silence, the middle-aged bailiff responded,

Looking at Lian Ge again, he paused,

"Thank you, little brother."

As he spoke, the middle-aged bailiff turned his head and looked at the steaming skewers again. After a pause, he put the skewers with only one bite on the side of the table.

"Little brother, I'm leaving first, and I have to go to the court on duty tomorrow morning."

Raising his head, the middle-aged bailiff looked into the distance and said aloud.

……

Watching the middle-aged bailiff check out and leave, Lian Ge looked away, picked up the skewers on the dinner plate, handed one to the greedy mouse, and then picked up one to eat.

"Squeak...squeak." The little white mouse, holding the skewers and gnawing on them, turned its head and eyeballs, gnawed, and looked at the remaining skewers on the table, and called twice.

"You want to eat too?"

Lian Ge heard the sound and said with a smile,

"In your dream, there are other things besides food."

"Squeak... squeak!"

The little white mouse gnawed on the skewers, then called twice,

Lian Ge smiled again when he heard the sound.

……

"Boss, another ten skewers of roasted pork skin..."

"Boss, are there any vacancies..."

"Yes, yes, come, come, come..."

The night stall is still lively.

Looking at the hustle and bustle beside him, Lian Ge stood up from his seat,

"Boss, check out."

Chapter 299 The Fisherman

"Come on, come on..."

In the noisy and bustling booth, the middle-aged woman who was clearing the dining table responded, put the rag aside, wiped the oil on her hands on the apron, and walked towards Lian Ge,

"...a total of 60 yuan, cash WeChat will do."

The middle-aged woman glanced at the lottery on Liange's table, and responded,

Randomly took out a note from his pocket, Lian Ge handed it to the middle-aged woman,

He raised his head slightly, glanced at the night above his head, and said calmly,

"Madam Boss, it's going to rain again, it's better to close the stall earlier."

The middle-aged woman took the money from Lian Ge and was rummaging through the change in her apron pocket, when she heard the sound, she froze for a moment,

"Is it going to rain again?"

The middle-aged woman raised her head and looked at the top of her head. The night was pitch black and she couldn't see anything.

"Here, get your zero."

Turning around, the middle-aged woman handed the change she had found in her hand to Lian Ge, then took out her mobile phone from her pocket, looked at it,

After taking the change, he casually stuffed it into his pocket, and Lian Ge glanced at the bustling night stall again, without stopping, moved away, and walked towards the opposite side of the road.

"...Come on, let's go, in this weather, eating skewers is a comfort."

"Boss, order some more food..."