A piece of news the other day can illustrate this point very well.

In a restaurant, a little boy ran into the door and opened the curtain when he met a woman sitting at the door. The little boy didn't pay attention at all and ran to do his own thing, but the woman put down her chopsticks and stared at the little boy for more than a minute.

Before the child ran past, the woman stretched out her legs and tried to trip the child.

When the child came running, she really stretched out her leg. Just then, the child fell out violently. And this woman didn't even look at the child, picked up chopsticks and began to eat like a normal person.

Besides being pregnant, this woman is also a doctor.

If a mosquito bites you and you shoot it directly, will this be a great revenge? If a person scolds you and you scold back, will this revenge be less?

In fact, it is oneself who retaliates against others' unhappiness. Others have forgotten that you are unhappy. You are still torturing yourself here. In order to get back at others, I don't even want myself. Why bother!

I once saw a young man beating an old man in the street. After everyone knew the cause and effect of the incident, they all said that the young man played well and said that this was karma!

One day, I walked around the busy street, and the street was crowded with people. Suddenly, there was a loud abuse in my ear, which resounded half a street. I followed the crowd to the incident center. Through the crowd, I saw a young man beat an old man to death.

The young man grabbed the old man's hair, slapped him in the face and set off firecrackers. Then, the young man pushed the old man down and kicked him on the back, hoping to kick him off!

When everyone saw that someone was going to die, several people quickly stepped forward to hold the young man and stop him from punching and kicking the old man. A man was very dissatisfied with the young man's behavior and said to the young man, "You are a strong young man, but it is shameless to hit an old man with white hair!" "

The young man didn't blush. Pointing to the old man, he said confidently, "You'd better ask this old guy if he bullied my orphans and widows."

The old man was turned to the ground, covered in dust and scarred. After listening to the young man's words, he sighed: "sin, sin ..."

The young man said, dear cousins, please don't go. Let's listen to my family's feud with this old guy. After listening, you will know why I want to kill him!

The youth said:

"I lost my father when I was very young. After my father left, the originally poor family life became more difficult. My mother gritted her teeth and raised me with great pains.

When I was nine years old, my mother raised a pig to support my family. That year, our mother and son, Qi Xin, worked together to keep the pigs big and fat.

In order to raise that pig well, our mother and son shed all their blood and sweat. My spare time is basically spent digging wild vegetables to feed pigs. My mother, on the other hand, revolves around pigs all day. She wants to dig wild vegetables, chop wild vegetables, cook wild vegetables, feed pigs, clean pigsty and pick pig manure. ...

It is no exaggeration to say that my mother is getting thinner and thinner after feeding the pigs, while the pigs are getting fatter and fatter. I remember one afternoon in that summer, when the sun was blazing, my mother picked pig manure and went to the field to pick up heatstroke, and it took several days to recover. Another time, my mother was busy and tired during the day, and when she chopped pig food at night, she got sleepy and chopped her fingers bloody.

But our mother and son are not afraid of sweat, what we are afraid of is poverty. Being urged by the school to pay tuition fees, being laughed at by classmates with patches on their clothes, watching others eat out and having no money to eat out, is very uncomfortable.

After selling pigs, with money, we can pay back the school tuition, we can buy warm new clothes, and we can go to the last restaurant to eat hot jiaozi. ...

About that year, we sold the pig to a butcher. Who is this butcher? "

Say that finish, the young man pointed to the old man lying on the ground and said:

"This is the old deathlessly, this old deathlessly is a butcher!

Early that morning, after handling the pig, he said to my mother, "Sister Ying, I didn't bring any money when I went out this morning, and now I'm rushing to the market to sell pork. How about I sell your pig money and send it to you? "

What the butcher said is better than what he sang. Without thinking much, my mother agreed to the butcher's request and asked him to send the pig money as soon as possible.

Mother began to wait for pig money in the morning, but at noon, the butcher still didn't send the pig money. Mom couldn't wait, so she dragged me to the butcher shop with her.

Mother showed the butcher the purpose of coming. The butcher's face changed greatly and became gloomy. He said, "didn't I give you money to sell pigs this morning?" You are a widow, I know you are poor, but you can't lie to me! "

Mom felt wrong when she heard this. The butcher seemed prepared to answer. When he was ready, he suddenly became anxious. Mother said with tears, "you didn't give money, Lord of heaven and earth." Think again. You really didn't give money! " "

Hearing this, the butcher flew into a rage and roared, "I said I would give it." How could I forget! You are Foucault's widow. If you want to cheat money, cheat your concubine. I won't give you a hair! "

Mother was humiliated and cried. She grabbed the butcher's shoulder, shook the butcher's body and cried, "Please sell me pig money quickly. I can swear to God on my knees that you never sold me pig money. Sell me pig money! "

Seeing that the situation was not good, the butcher pushed his mother down and shouted, "Go away, dead widow! If you want to be a beggar and beg for food, I will help you! " Say that finish, the butcher took out a dime and threw it in my mother's face.

At that time, the butcher's house was surrounded by a large crowd. A kind-hearted man stood up and said to the butcher, "give the money to others." It is not easy for them to be orphans and widows. "

Hearing this, the butcher ran into the crowd, found the man, slapped him and told him to get out. The butcher took out a butcher's knife from the shelf and slammed it on the ground, tinkling and shouting at the crowd, "Get out!" " "Say that finish, the crowd slowly dispersed.

It's getting dark and the voice is getting smaller and smaller. I was scared to cry by the butcher's behavior, and my mother held my head to comfort me.

Suddenly, my mother let go of her hand, wiped her tears and came to the butcher. Mother knelt down to the butcher and said hoarsely, "Brother, it is not easy for me to raise a big pig. We are waiting for the money from selling pigs to pay off debts! " Look at this kid. He is in rags. He needs new clothes for the Spring Festival. Brother, sell me pig money. It doesn't matter if you give me twenty or fifty less. "

Hearing this, the butcher added insult to injury, grabbed a sharp knife to kill the pig and said, "You don't understand people, do you?" I told you to get out, not to get out! I can't kill you for breaking into houses! I want to take your son first! "

Hearing this, my mother took me home for fear that I would be hurt. At sunset, my mother dragged me home, sometimes sobbing and sometimes crying, complaining that my father died young, leaving us and our mother to suffer in the world.

In the next few days, until New Year's Eve, my mother went to the butcher shop alone, but found nothing. The butcher insisted that she paid my mother to get out of his house.

When the butcher drove my mother away with a broom, he also said some ugly words, such as "widow, don't come to me again." I don't know if you think you are seducing me and want me to be your concubine! "

The second day is the first day of the Lunar New Year. My mother is from Lacrimosa. I watched my mother cry, so I cried with her, and my mother cried with my orphans and widows. Outside the window, laughter and firecrackers rang.

After New Year's Day, my mother resigned herself and stopped looking for money to sell pigs. Over the years, our mother and son have kept silent on this matter.

But this matter, like a poisonous thorn, has been stuck in my heart, and I get angry when I think about it.

It's not that enemies don't get together today. When I see this old man, I must kill him!

But, brothers, I dare not kill him! If I kill him, I will go to jail and be sentenced to death. Then who will raise my mother? Alas! "

When the young man finished speaking, he immediately came to the old man with lightning speed, punched and kicked the old man again, and beat him as unconscious as a lost dog!

Soon, the youth was taken away again. At this time, a man came out and took the young man away. The man also told him not to make trouble. If anything happens to you, your mother will be sad. I guess this man is a friend of the youth.

The old butcher was beaten again. He was beaten black and blue, covered in dust and disheveled. He just muttered, "sin, sin ..."

People come and go in the street, and no one wants to help him. Who wants to help a wicked man? What's more, pulling such a wicked person is likely to be bitten by this wicked person!

A few years later, I heard that the old butcher died, and he died miserably. The old butcher was ill, but his son didn't want to raise him, let alone see a doctor, so he put the sick butcher in a coffin. The butcher either suffocated or starved to death in the coffin.

Everyone knows that the butcher was killed by his son on purpose. Only the butcher's son repeatedly stressed that the old butcher died of natural causes.

At that time, the old butcher cheated his family of money and raised his son with the money he cheated, but his son starved him to death. The old butcher's son even lied to everyone that the old butcher died peacefully

This is karma!

The shopkeeper overcharged the guest by one dollar and lost his life. The shopkeeper was miserable, sharpened a sharp kitchen knife and cut off his head!

Cheng Chun opened a breakfast shop next to the railway station. The railway station is crowded with people, and all kinds of people come and go, shoulder to shoulder, and come and go in a hurry. The railway station is busy, chaotic and running at high speed.

Food is the most important thing for people. There may not be rivers and lakes in crowded places, but there must be restaurants in crowded places, and the business of restaurants is often extremely hot, such as breakfast shops in Cheng Chun.

Before getting on the bus, passengers will have breakfast in a pure breakfast restaurant, which is called getting ready; After getting off the train, passengers will have breakfast in a pure breakfast restaurant, which is called rest and fitness. Hot noodles, shiny powder and round steamed buns in the breakfast shop ... seduce passengers' stomachs and satisfy their appetites.

There are various customers in Cheng Chun's shops, including babbling babies, elderly grandfathers, veterans sitting on their backs, and businessmen running around.

Of course, the most people who come to Cheng Chun breakfast shop are migrant workers' brothers, who follow the construction site, one east and one west. Therefore, waiting at the train station, ready to leave or rush to the next construction site, is a common scene for migrant workers' brothers.

On this day, as usual, Cheng Chun polished the kitchen knife early in the morning, and the wind was cold.

Cheng Chun has a sharp kitchen knife at hand and cuts melons and vegetables at will, which helps him earn a lot of money. Cheng Chun has a knife in his heart, one in the light and the other in the dark, which helps him make a lot of money.

This day is an ordinary day, the temperature is not high, the sun is not spicy, but it is the last day of Cheng Chunsheng's life. And half an hour before the end of his life, Cheng Chun's face was still full of arrogance!

On this day, as the sun gradually scorched the earth, customers slowly filled the breakfast restaurant in Cheng Chun. Cheng Chun is a generalist in breakfast shops. He was busy cutting vegetables, serving food and collecting money, and his heart was full of joy.

At this moment, a customer named Chen Kui walked into the breakfast restaurant in Cheng Chun. Chen Kui is black, thin and small, with long and messy hair, dirty face, stubble and shabby clothes. Chen Kui was carrying a big yellow nylon bag with "urea" written on it, but there was a quilt inside. Obviously, Chen Kui is the elder brother of a migrant worker.

Chen Kui looked at the price tag in the shop and ordered the cheapest breakfast, called clear soup noodles. After the tag, the price of 3 yuan/Bowl is impressively written.

Chen Kui cleared his boss and shouted, "Boss, give me a bowl of clear soup noodles with three yuan."

Cheng Chun's boss looked at the voice and saw Chen Kui. Cheng Chun frowned when he saw that Chen Kui was dirty, like a beggar. He gave Chen Kui a cold answer: "Good."

Chen Kui waited for a long time, but he didn't wait for the noodle soup he wanted, so he looked around. He found that the guests at the next table came later than him, but they had already had breakfast, and their clear soup noodles were still missing.

"Boss, please make my noodle soup quickly!" Chen Kui said to Cheng Chun.

"In a hurry to reborn? Shut up, your breakfast will always arrive! " Cheng Chun was impatient at Chen Kui's urging. Cheng Chun felt that Chen Kui, a hillbilly, was not qualified to tell him what to do!

After a while, Cheng Chun threw a bowl of clear soup noodles in front of Chen Kui and shook them on the table. The spilled soup also scalded Chen Kui's hand. Chen Kui was a little angry and felt that Cheng Chun was nervous, but he chose to endure it. He is so hungry that it is important to eat noodles.

After a while, Chen Kui finished a bowl of noodles. Chen Kui took three one-dollar bills from his pocket, folded them neatly and handed them to Cheng Chun.

Cheng Chun glanced at the money and said to Chen Kui, "There is not enough money. You need another dollar! "

Chen Kui said, "Didn't I give three dollars? Clear soup noodles are three pieces in a bowl. I didn't give them less! "

Cheng Chun said, "Listen, turtle, my price has gone up. Three yuan a bowl. I just forgot to modify the price tag! " "

Chen Kui said, "It's your own fault! Who told you not to change the brand! I will pay a few dollars for the brand! "

Chen Kui is a poor man, living a hard life, and he is reluctant to spend even a dollar.

Cheng Chun saw that he couldn't accept the dollar, so he laughed at Chen Kui: "Go away! Get out of my shop, don't come to eat if you can't afford it! That money, I fed it to the dog! "

Chen Kui flew into a rage and cursed Cheng Chun: "Black shop!"

Cheng Chun went on the rampage and slapped Chen Kui, then grabbed Chen Kui by the neck and forced him into a corner.

Chen Kui quickly broke free and fought with Cheng Chun. Skinny Chen Kui is no match for Cheng Chun. After two or three rounds, Cheng Chun subdued Chen Kui, and they changed from fighting to fighting Chen Kui!

Seeing that the situation was not good, everyone hurried to Indiana, and several employees separated Cheng Chun from Chen Kui. An uncle said that he was willing to give Cheng Chun an extra yuan to stop fighting with Chen Kui.

Soon, Cheng Chun held his head high and continued his work. He is very busy, delivering breakfast wipes and dining tables to customers.

Chen Kui was very angry and embarrassed. He stood at the door of Cheng Chun restaurant, panting like an angry tiger.

Cheng Chun was so busy that Chen Kui became a thorn in his side. He told Chen Kui to get out of here and not stand in front of his shop like a beggar.

At this time, something unexpected happened. Chen Kui rushed into Cheng Chun's restaurant, picked up the kitchen knife on the chopping board and walked towards Cheng Chun. ...

Cheng Chun saw it, stunned, really stunned! Seeing this scene, he didn't know if his legs were weak or something, but he just stood still. Ren Chenkui hacked with a kitchen knife!

Chen Kui cut off Cheng Chun's hand and back. At this time, Cheng Chun woke up from a rude awakening, knowing that he was in trouble, and quickly started to run out!

While the crazy Chen Kui is chasing the escaped Cheng Chun!

Cheng Chun has escaped. I don't know if this is fate or Cheng Chun's inner fear. Cheng Chun ran away and fell to the ground.

In the face of the fallen Cheng Chun, Chen Kui showed no mercy, and once again slashed at Cheng Chun. When Cheng Chun was hacked to death, Chen Kui cut off Cheng Chun's head and threw it into the trash can. ...

After getting rid of Cheng Chun, Chen Kui suddenly felt very tired. He put down the kitchen knife and found a corner to sit down. Finally, the quiet Chen Kui was taken away by the police.

Be a man, be kind to others, never make bad friends with others, and never bully others. Look at Cheng Chun. He cheated customers, looked down on the weak, and ended up beheaded. What goes around comes around!

Better than him, you win!

Revenge can be hidden for a long time, depending on how you treat it. I read a report the other day that a student hit his former teacher a few years later.

It depends on personal qualities.