The story of the sharpshooter

I, a sharpshooter, had just returned home after winning the Junior Sniper Championship when I was sixteen to find that my parents had been shot and killed one after another. The police checked all the surveillance cameras, but there was no sign of them, and the picture finally stopped at the moment I broke in the door. There was no doubt that I was being treated like a murderer by everyone, and the overwhelming reports and investigations sent me into the abyss. I, for one, spent four dark years in prison.

Fortunately, I grew up with such an unusual will and perseverance that I was not broken. At the age of twenty, I re-entered, although I was no longer a teenager, I had a strong belief that I must live, must live, find the murderer and clear the name of injustice.

In five years, I worked hard and created a business of my own, with a regular living and ample assets. I also never stopped looking for the real killer. I have crossed mountains, rapids and beaches, even if the wind is as cold as a knife cut, the road under my feet like thorns, I have never given up.

However, bad luck again, ten years of painstaking search is still fruitless. A year later, my company is also in debt, on the verge of bankruptcy, there is no hope.

I unknowingly came to the rooftop where I lost my words, and the rain was getting heavier and heavier, revealing a coolness in the ticking and ticking. It is said that even after death, the soul will live in the present world. Living life is just a fall from one abyss to another, the train of the past will still drive drunkenly through the years of past pain, continuous. No, my living, if I can not change the past, why not grasp the future?

I tried to walk back, but a strange force tugged me hard and pushed me off the rooftop.

Is my life going to end? No, I am not willing, I want to grasp my destiny ......

The still time and condensed air were wildly intertwined, and even the wind stopped.

Opening my eyes again, I saw a glimmer of light, the messenger of the abyss did not put me down. I seemed to have come to another world, and I saw a middle-aged man. Leaning on a drawing board, beside him was a stack of drawing paper and a scattered bottle of sleeping pills. Sadly, he was dead.

The wind rose, the paper floated in the sky, one swept through my eyes, that is my life! The past scene once again emerged in front of my eyes, it turns out that I am only a painting from beginning to end.

The silent deep black night sky has tens of millions of eyes peering into the secrets of the world, bypassing the reconnaissance of the heavy unknown world, a beam of the warm sun reflected silently. Yes, there is hope, if the ashes are not my ultimate end. Then in the future, I will be able to dominate my destiny again.

So, I was "reborn".

After a hundred days in the real world, I became a famous psychology teacher, and I never told anyone about my personal experience, but I wrote my thoughts on life, my life, and ideals in a book.

"We all live in a vast universe, with rivers of dust and stars floating in the sky. And we are even smaller than that. You don't know when life will suddenly change direction and plunge into darkness as sticky as ink. You may be dragged into the abyss by disappointment, pulled into the grave by disease, trampled by frustration, and we still have to make small efforts in the great despair. This hope of not wanting to give up will eventually turn into a star of infinite darkness."

"That's all for today's lesson, let's leave the class." I walked out of the classroom.