Those twisted flowers

 Time: Monday morning past 6 o'clock, almost 7 o'clock;

Location: On the bus;

Characters: A middle school student, a gray haired old lady, and a crowded car;

Event: The high school student did not pay attention to throwing the finished garbage on the old lady's feet. The old lady kindly advised the young man to pay attention. Surprisingly, the young man did not apologize for this and instead, the seemingly well-dressed and handsome young man opened his mouth and said, 'You're in charge of labor and management, there are so many things to do!'! At this moment, the old man's heart naturally felt uncomfortable, so he replied a few words, but his tone was still harmonious. In the end, they all received vicious responses from the young man, such as' You're so talkative, you're so talkative '. When the old man mentioned how his parents educated him, it turned out that the young man Zhang Yang wanted the old man to get off the car and fight her alone. Just as the bus stopped at the opposite station of No. 7 Middle School Jiade, the young man shouted arrogantly, "Go ahead, get off and kill your turtle! Of course, the old man wouldn't get off the bus, after all, he was in a higher grade and hadn't arrived at the station where she got off. Unexpectedly, the young man got off the bus and walked to the window of the old man's seat, pointing his fingers at the old man and viciously saying not to let him touch him, otherwise he would definitely beat her. When he said this, he slammed his fist hard on the glass, and many passengers were scared by the young man. Fortunately, the glass was not smashed, the windows were not open, and the young man did not have any physical conflicts with the elderly in the car. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

During their dispute, many people could only watch helplessly as the young man insulted the elderly, but no one dared to intervene and stop him. Everyone knows in their hearts that there must be someone even more powerful behind such a child, otherwise they wouldn't have spoken wildly. After the young man got off the car and left, many people were also discussing the child, but none of them could erase the grievances in the old man's heart.

Who can distinguish between good and bad people. This reminds me of a movie from India called 'New York', where the male lead once loved America so much and eventually became a terrorist. However, the experience in between is something that most people cannot forget and can let go! However, the quality of a child can still be seen from how their parents educate them!

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