The author outlines the richest philosophy with the simplest lines, about loss and search, about perfection and regret, about pursuit and direction.
Each of us is like a circle in a picture book, and there is a flaw in our hearts. Because of this flaw, we can only walk slowly in the world, and we can watch the world scenery and gain all kinds of true feelings. Because of desire and panic, I hesitated on the road of pursuit and lost the most precious beauty; Maybe one day, I found that everything was perfect, but I lost the direction I was looking for. Just like that circle, I finally stopped singing loudly.
From many characters in the hunter's story to us running around every day, we are looking for that lost corner.
1 rulian is in hand.
As the story draws to a close, there is always a question lingering in everyone's mind: how should justice be realized?
In a modern society ruled by law, there is no doubt that legal channels should be adopted. However, there is no perfect answer. I once saw an American movie Sleeper, and a passage in it left a deep impression on me. He said: "The justice in the court is the justice of the rich, which can be bought with money, but the justice in the street is priceless. Justice in the court is blind, but here, on the street, justice is far-sighted. "
This makes people feel cold, but sometimes the law really seems powerless. Compared with the absolutely beautiful justice, the law has become bony, so the so-called heroes such as Zorro, Robin Hood, Superman and Batman have become our city hunters.
Jin Yingzhu, with a kind background, firm eyes and perseverance, represents the forefront of the legal force and also alludes to the helplessness of the legal force. He spared no effort to track down urban hunters, because of the secret buried for many years, and because no matter how brilliant justice, perhaps, it should not be above the law, because his father, who was in a coma in the hospital, glared at Runcheng; He tried to find evidence to arrest thousands of corrupt officials before Runcheng, but in the end he fell behind.
He is an excellent prosecutor. He is really like a bridge, linking street justice with national laws. What Runcheng did outside the system was explained to the public through his recourse to the legal platform. Runcheng's bloody revenge was indirectly achieved through his meticulous and fair law enforcement.
In the wide corridor of floor-to-ceiling glass, he said to Runcheng, "You did what the law could not do, and you won the law."
Two people, in the face of kindness and justice, are like the bright sunshine outside the window, have a tacit understanding and appreciate each other.
Perhaps, because of them, the positive representatives of law and the embodiment of street justice, the world has endless hope in times of depression.
At the beginning of wet experience, people have a passionate career dream. They have carefully constructed their own life trajectory and painted their own morality, ethics and principles like painting their own rooms. However, with the passage of time, the new house is in disrepair and the wall is peeling off. Everything they insisted on at the beginning has long since vanished in life. Mephistopheles hasn't bought her soul yet, but she's in a hurry to lower the price. Before she was weak, when temptation and disaster were overwhelming, she silently chose to give in.
Life is like a tree, some people rot gradually, while others choose to burn.
When the bullet train incident took away fresh life, when the signs of life were covered up like the front of the car, when the candlelight of prayer was lit in Wenzhou Square all night, and when the frost in Shanghai floated in June, the best commemoration was the truth that was delayed and perfunctory.
However, who can tell us where the truth is?
Jin bought time for Runcheng with his life and found the secret information hidden for more than 30 years. This is the truth that the people need.
He was bleeding profusely with tears in his eyes. Before he died, he said, "Please use those top secret information to reveal how this country fooled its citizens."
He said, "I ... I can't go now."
He said, "The city hunter, Li Runcheng, my father … forgive him … I'm sorry."
He entrusted all the responsibilities to the justice of Runcheng, and was forgiven by his father at the last moment. He used his life to find the truth hidden for many years.
You can stop exploring the truth and keep your career in Ma Pingchuan under the obstruction of your boss, but you don't.
You can be selfish when your family and duty collide, and leave the car accident ten years ago to be buried in the ocean of time and light, but you don't.
You can go with the flow, you can fall into the secular world, you can go with the flow, you can bow in front of strength, but you don't.
You can lose your dreams in the trek like your father, as thousands of people say, but you don't.
You are waiting for your unconscious father to wake up, you are waiting for all the storms to subside, waiting for the smoke to disperse, waiting for an appointment in Xi Shi, and continuing your love in that dull time.
As long as you come back safely this time
But, you didn't.
Jin Yingzhu's departure restored a precious truth to the world and safeguarded the dignity of the law until his death. Don't trace who let thousands of spies go, he won't be the first or the last. But as long as we have a prosecutor who dares to put the country on trial, a person who dares to pursue the truth, and a person who dares to admit that the law has lost to justice, there is still hope.
We are sitting on the bumpy national railway train, stepping on such blood and death, so that we can March station after station in peace and respect.
Kim Young-soo's departure made up for the missing corner of legal justice, but he became a corner that too many people lost forever.
All beings are cruel, and there is no injustice.
I don't know how to write Li Jiading.
In front of him, all the language is superficial, all the comments are one-sided, and all the coffin-making theories are bound to be attached.
He opened the curtain of revenge for the story and left a most tragic ending for it.
When he fell to the ground slowly, blood filled his chest and tears poured down like pouring rain.
Many years ago, at sea in the middle of the night, the massacre caused by maintaining political power left an eternal bloody wound in Li Jiading's heart. His calmness, loyalty, trust and principles were all taken away by the gunfire at sea, by the painful night and by the hatred that went deep into the bone marrow.
This hatred is a breathing mouth that sucks the temperature in his body for a long time; This hatred is a hard hand, deeply embedded in his skin, from the artery all the way up, gripping his throat; This hatred is a listening ear, attached to his blood wall, echoing endless sadness.
Hatred is a real airflow, coldly passing through the gap in his heart.
If he had died in a foreign sea at that time, perhaps he wouldn't have lived so hard. When life and death are separated, he is the only one left in the world. Did he hate himself for a moment, because we often hate ourselves until the end?
The chess game under the shackles of accumulated hatred and sadness, no matter what the outcome, can not dilute that profound sadness and call back precious time.
Hatred is the most laborious thing. He seems to be the most cruel and bloody, but in fact he is the most pitiful and helpless.
There is also a lost corner in Cui Encan's heart. He has never forgotten the tragedy. This helpless lack has become a kind of angular pain, which comes and goes in his heart and grinds his flesh and blood.
There is a kind of pain in the world, that is, knowing right and wrong, but only silently colluding, extremely awake, but powerless.
Sacrificing a few people to save many people is the great righteousness in his heart. Sacrificing a State Councilor to protect the interests of many civilian students may also be a helpless move. He is like a political tree, giving people a cool place, a fragrant flower and a fragrant season. However, under the soil, the bones of helpless sacrifice are buried.
Runcheng is a high-speed express train. He had no choice but to hit it straight, even shaking the branches and leaves, even shaking the foundation.
Even his own father, but still can't stop it.
Cui Encan said heavily, "Runcheng, I'm sorry for letting you live this life."
Li Jiading, Cui Encan and Runcheng are all in different degrees of pain, and all beings are abused, and there is no injustice.
Who has shot a sniper in your life? Everywhere is empty and noisy.
Cui Encan handed the ledger to Runcheng and waited quietly for Li Jiading. Maybe he has been waiting for thirty years.
Some blood debts, some regrets, will be paid after all.
And the two are relative, but also the confrontation between consanguinity and parenting, and the choice between personal grievances and national justice. Runcheng is like standing at the center of the war between the two countries. When the war broke out, he could only stand on the wall between the two countries and let the first bullet penetrate his chest.
Li Jiading, holding a pistol, was shocked. Over the years, he has developed a bronze armor of revenge, turning every scale into a blade, and will not be soft on anyone and will not waver in nostalgia.
Only Runcheng is his only weakness.
The world seems to be still and the ground is cold. He stared at the child full of tears and red blood. He personally locked him up on a foreign ship. He trained him severely day and night in the Golden Triangle. He lost a leg for the child. He watched him change from a happy teenager to a city hunter. They have quarrels, they have differences, they save each other, and they fight in their own way. Today, they are pointing guns at each other. Today, the children are still talking.
They have different blood in their bones, but they have inseparable family entanglements.
The child once pointed a gun at his forehead. He wants to block his adoptive father's gun with his life and redeem his adoptive father at the gate of hell with his death under the wheel of fate.
And in the fight to the death, this kind of instinctive protection, my father can do it.
With a bleeding wound, he took all the responsibilities word for word. He said, "I am a city hunter."
Throw away the bullet clip and turn around without hesitation. When the gun rang, he trembled all over, looked up at the sky and fell quietly.
Pay homage to the bloody past with death, open the sunshine door of fate with death, and redeem the child he cares most about with death.
Once thought that everything was under our control, in fact, we were just controlled by fate, involuntary and fierce.
In a pool of blood, he struggled with his last strength, held Runcheng's hand, shed tears and comforted him with no regrets. It was a precious entrust, which he never said before and never said after his death.
That sentence is entrusted: "children, please live quietly."
Li Jiading has touched those military cards countless times, which are fragmentary chapters left by years in the South China Sea. It is not a page of dead history, but a living bridge that supports him step by step to this day.
At this moment, the bridge has come to an end, dust to dust, soil to soil. Comrades who left the South China Sea in the past can finally meet in another world.
Tell the world, and the debt is paid. He and his comrades-in-arms became the names engraved on the monument and finally stood in the bright sunshine.
I used to have a sword to cut the soil into mud. I am loyal to my country and not afraid of life and death. I used to be warm-blooded and full of hatred.
Now, he finally got the final peace and a little bit, and found the lost corner of his heart, which was thrilling and always returned to normal.
Look, on the monument, flowers are in full bloom, the breeze is blowing gently, the blue waves are like washing, and the sky is clear in Wan Li.
I promise you to lend me my life.
There is a movie in Tom Cruise called Mr. Sweetheart. One of the clips is impressive. He and René E Zellweger are standing in the elevator. A couple walked into a floor. They are deaf and dumb, communicate in sign language, and then hug deeply. After leaving, he was puzzled and asked, "What does that sign language mean?"
René E Zellweger said, "That sign language means: You make me complete."
No matter how much regret and pain there are, you always make my world perfect and you always make my world more complete.
This is an unforgettable and touching confession, and it is also the most beautiful and perfect interpretation of love.
Everyone has fallen like a meteorite since he came to the earth, with a unique trajectory. On the way, he will meet thousands of landscapes and moods, and he will also meet unexpected obstacles from the opposite side. It was not until one day that we stopped falling at a certain belonging point that we realized that all the tracks were for someone's meeting.
We are just on the track of fate, sooner or later, or smoothly, or twists and turns to fall on the lover of this life.
Therefore, Runcheng and Nana, uncle of the Golden Triangle, led to the most wonderful foreshadowing. That smiling photo is like a lotus flower blooming in the lotus pond in early summer. When the evening breeze blows, it looks like a totem hidden in Runcheng's eyes at a glance.
As if all of a sudden, he was dragged by a photo and fell in the direction of Seoul until he reached the opposite fountain square.
It's not that he met love, but that love has been lurking for thousands of years, crossed the threshold of previous lives, and is doomed to love that can't be broken in this life.
This love used to be like the beautiful Posanova, relaxed, sweet and romantic on the bus beside the fountain before a dish and a meal. It used to be like a thrilling tango. He wore the mask of a city hunter, and she stuck to her duty as a guard. She is tit-for-tat, but it has also become a secret dance under the identity dispute. Later, love was like a sad waltz. In the middle of the night, tears face each other. Let go of your hands and look at each other with tears.
Now, their love is in the midst of a prosperous period of turmoil. For the final agreement, their hearts are holding hands and dancing alone.
On the same night, looking at the same photos, holding each other's mobile phones, but silently hiding their thoughts, she believed that he would definitely come back, and he also firmly believed that he would definitely come back alive. This is a silent tacit understanding, the intersection of the depths of the soul, all the verbiage, all the words, before this mutual understanding, are redundant.
If parting is the classic temperature of love, waiting is the eternal melody in love, a pious meditation and a commitment of physical and mental commitment.
Waiting for you to come back with full love and calm eyes in the wind and rain.
Before the coming events cast their shadows before them, he remembered that when she used the computer to modify her working hours, he just wanted her to stay away from the most dangerous environment and know how she, like him, could leave him and shrink back before she died.
When Runcheng points a gun at himself, if this is his fate, he will end everything with his life. Nana clenched the pistol and said in a trembling voice, "Runcheng, put down the gun, that's enough."
Runcheng's eyes are full of blood and tears. What a sad look we had when we looked at each other.
As if to say: sorry, I can't come back.
As if to say: If death can end everything, you are my last concern.
As if to say: I haven't had time to tell you, I love you so much.
In the chaos of gunfire, Runcheng and his adoptive father fell in a pool of blood holding trembling hands, and Nana knelt beside them absently. The diffuse blood and the gunfire still ringing in her ears made her like a bird pierced by an inverted hook arrow, nailed to the trunk alive, and her heart was full of blood.
Runcheng, if you are not here, the whole world will be dark in an instant. All sounds are like mountains and rivers. There are no sky and clouds, no fog and rainbows, only scarlet and scorched earth, which is enormous.
Good thing you're back.
The heavy grievances, the blood shed, the shackles of life experience, and the helpless displacement are all like smoke filled with years, drifting away. This road, joys and sorrows, painstaking efforts, this road, mountains, cliffs and dangerous peaks. The wind died down, time was silent, and the world only had a tacit smile when we met, which was faintly filled with gentle air.
-Jin Nana, if there is an afterlife, do you still want to see me?
-Li Runcheng, if there is an afterlife, I would like to become a free plant in the mountains with you, snuggle up to each other, * * * face the wind and rain, * * * experience the four seasons; If there is an afterlife, I would like to become a small fish in the water with you and chase and play between heaven and earth; If there is an afterlife, I would rather meet war, hunger, poverty and disease than miss you in my life. ...
-P.S.
In two months, we experienced expectation, suffering, entanglement and waiting. We have realized the essence of family affection and our attachment to love. We have learned kindness and understanding, tolerance and openness. In the impetuous world where the world is indifferent, the hunter's story awakens the sleeping justice and makes people touch the corner that is ignored by themselves.
The world is full of hurt and being hurt, but it is also full of love and being loved. Life is frustrating because it is always disappointing, and life is so generous that it gives us hope and redemption.
Grateful for the generosity of life, looking for your lost corner, not afraid of the long journey, not afraid of the storm and lightning.
At the end of the story, some people exist, some people leave, some people lose, some people come back, with complete gains and unspeakable shortcomings.
Life is a rose in the storm, and we must all bear it and pursue perfection in imperfection.
The Gospel says: What has been done will happen again, and what has been done will be done again. There is nothing new under the sun.
What we have seen has happened and will continue to happen in the future, such as sin, such as deception, such as justice, such as persistence.
The story of the hunter seems to have ended, and it seems to have just begun. In the last scene, Runcheng, who is driving a car, is like a night ranger, shuttling through the silent night and driving the bright dawn to the future.
A story that never ends, a city hunter that never disappears.
You make me whole.
They make us whole.