To be the one moved to tears by studying Lei Feng was certainly not the first, nor would it be the last for Feng Liang. From childhood, he had been steeped in patriotic education and nurtured by the traditional virtues of the Huaxia nation, resolving to be a man who contributed to his homeland and served society.

The pocket money his parents gave him, he saved penny by penny, and when the school organized a donation drive, he was the first to contribute. Every time the school fundraised, his donation was the largest among all the students.

“Such a good child,” his parents would praise him, patting his head with smiles. These moments were the happiest of his young life.

But at some point, the prevailing mood of society slowly shifted. He donated the most, yet his classmates mocked him as a fool; when he returned lost money, he was met with strange glances.

Feng Liang remained true to his own path, believing that most people in the world were still good, and good intentions would surely be rewarded. Thus, young Feng Liang grew up.

Though not naturally brilliant, he studied diligently and worked hard. His grades in the key high school were average; with effort, getting into a top-tier university should not have been a problem.

However, during the final winter break of high school, his commitment to helping others—collaborating with his younger brother to help an old woman who had fallen on the road—plunged him into an abyss of irreparable disaster. …… “Those who study Lei Feng are all *idiots, you stupid, stupid *idiots!” On the mid-span of the Huangjiang Bridge, upon the stay cable, Feng Liang was screaming in hysterical madness.

Below him, on one side, was the surging, turbulent river water, its color already murky from days of heavy rain; on the other side stood rescue personnel in full readiness—police, doctors, firefighters, and a negotiation expert—all attempting to save his life. Around the perimeter of the rescue operation, a dense crowd of onlookers was gathered, blocking traffic for an endless stretch behind them.

“Feng Liang, don’t be impulsive, calm down!” The negotiation expert, a robust policeman with a stern, meaty face, shouted harshly through the loudspeaker: “Think about your parents and your younger brother. If you die, who will support your parents in their old age?

Who will be an example for your brother?” “My parents?” Feng Liang laughed wildly, “My parents are *stupid, stupid *idiots!” The people on the bridge exchanged glances; was this guy completely insane? “They taught me to be helpful, to delight in helping others!” Feng Liang’s wild laughter instantly turned into wailing, “I *damn well helped someone, and now I have to pay twelve thousand yuan!

And they turn around and call me an *idiot, call me an *idiot!” From the crowd, an old man muttered, “He’s lost it. He’s truly lost it.” The negotiation expert didn't know what to say.

From his perspective, this matter could actually be resolved easily: just follow Feng Liang’s emotion, curse the old woman’s entire family and the court that issued the verdict, then persuade Feng Liang that true warmth still exists in the world and justice resides in people’s hearts. That should bring him down.

But if he truly spoke those words, he would face not only criticism from his superiors but would likely lose his job as well. “Feng Liang, calm down, first calm down, you must calm down!” he yelled upwards, holding the loudspeaker high.

“Does he know nothing else to say besides ‘calm down’?” A young woman in the crowd muttered quietly, “Another brainless expert.” Feng Liang alternated between crying and laughing, occasionally shouting hysterically, leaving the scene deadlocked. The fire department extended the aerial ladder of their truck, and the negotiation expert climbed onto it.

Once he reached the same height as Feng Liang, the truck slowly moved forward, drawing closer. “If you come any closer, I’ll jump right now!” Feng Liang roared, halting the ladder’s advance.

The negotiation expert had no choice but to perch on the ladder, maintaining a distance of five meters while continuing his persuasion. Just then, three vehicles sped against the flow of traffic from the opposite end of the bridge.

The middle vehicle, a boxy van, bore the logo of Jiangzhou TV, with a dish-shaped antenna on its roof. “Who the *hell notified the TV station?” a policeman on the ground grumbled softly.

His colleague scoffed, “There’s a reward for reporting leads.” “Aren't reports like this usually forbidden?” a nearby doctor with some knowledge inquired quietly. The policeman shook his head slightly, “It’s good for accumulating material.

Maybe they’ll use it someday.” The doctor then understood—there was such a rationale. “Feng Liang,” the negotiation expert pointed toward the rapidly approaching TV convoy, shouting loudly, “Look, Jiangzhou TV is here.

Come down and give them an interview. Your grievances will be resolved.” “Resolved what?

Resolved?” Feng Liang gestured wildly with a look of heartbroken indignation, waving his arms like a neurotic, “The final judgment has already been passed. Even if the TV station comes now, it’s utterly useless!” As he shouted, he stood up, gripping the nearby metal railing with one hand.

His thin clothes fluttered violently in the river wind, and he looked as if he could leap off at any second. Accompanied by a screech of brakes, the television vehicles stopped at the edge of the crowd.

Before a cameraman could even exit the vehicle, the camera itself was already extended outward, seemingly terrified of missing the ‘spectacular’ shot of Feng Liang jumping into the river. This action further agitated the already emotional Feng Liang.

He slapped his chest forcefully and yelled at the cameraman, “Film it! Go win an award with the footage of me jumping into the river!” “This shot might actually win an award…” A spectator standing near the front offered a running commentary to his companions.

Everyone nodded in agreement, each person holding a mobile phone steady, recording the entire event. The moment Feng Liang stood up, Wang Zhuo and his group had already rushed forward.

Wang Zhuo, tall and physically fit, took the lead, pushing through the crowd despite the complaints of others until he reached the very front. A female police officer maintaining order rushed forward to push him back, but Wang Zhuo merely retreated half a step before planting himself firmly on the ground like a nail.

“Feng Liang!” The negotiation expert unhooked the loudspeaker from his neck and roared, “The TV people are here! Say what you have to say, alright?” “I have nothing to say!” Feng Liang swept his arm out and roared hysterically, “I am completely disillusioned with this society!

Damn the benevolence of helping others, damn fairness and justice, just get lost!” He swayed, nearly falling headfirst. A few gasps rippled through the crowd, and when he regained his footing, a few sighs of disappointment followed.

The Jiangzhou TV crew quickly moved into the inner perimeter. Perhaps due to the unusual situation, they weren't immediately busy interviewing the staff or onlookers.

Wang Zhuo had initially worried that these people might do something cold-blooded and provoke Feng Liang on the bridge structure, but now it seemed they possessed a degree of professional ethics. “Is he jumping or not?” Not far from Wang Zhuo, a stylish girl holding up her phone to film suddenly complained, “My arm is getting sore from holding it up.” Wang Zhuo frowned slightly.

The girl was attractive, but her words were unexpectedly cold-blooded. “Wife, let me hold it for a while,” the young man next to the girl quickly reached out, taking the phone from her hand to continue filming.

“Study Lei Feng, a fine example; loyal to the Party, clear about love and hate, never forgetting one’s roots; firm in stance, strong in fighting spirit!” On the bridge deck, Feng Liang suddenly burst into song. Yet this song, which should have been spirited and uplifting, sounded utterly desolate and tragic coming from his lips.

Wang Zhuo, who had initially doubted whether this copycat Peng Yu case truly wronged Feng Liang, became certain upon seeing his desolate expression and hearing his sorrowful singing: this was a heinous, appalling case where morality had crumbled and shame was discarded. After finishing the song, Feng Liang immediately roared again, “Whoever studies Lei Feng is an *idiot!” A burst of laughter echoed through the crowd; it was impossible to tell how many agreed with his sentiment.

Suddenly, a slightly sleazy young man shouted loudly, “Hurry up and jump, damn it! My phone battery is about to die!” He held up a new model iPhone toward Feng Liang, and when everyone looked at him simultaneously, he immediately displayed a smug smile, as if pleased with the attention he was commanding.

“You wait, I’ll *damn well jump right now!” Feng Liang pointed at the young man with a trembling hand and cried out in anguish. “If you don't jump, I’m your daddy!” the young man cackled loudly.

Feng Liang looked up at the clear blue sky, silently bidding farewell to this cold world in his heart. This was not the world he envisioned; this was not the life he wanted.

His ideals were too grand, but now they were more skeletal than a skeleton. Just as he resolutely turned, preparing to leap off, a sudden chorus of gasps and commotion erupted from the bridge, mixed with sounds of impact.

He couldn't help but pause his movement, instinctively looking down. “About to run out of battery, are you?

I’ll charge it for you.” Smack! A resounding slap landed squarely on the face of the young man who had been yelling, sending blood spurting from his nose.

“You won’t jump? I’ll raise you!” Bang!

A straight punch smashed into his chin, and the body immediately flew upward. Wang Zhuo struck out in furious resentment, paying no heed to the police, reporters, or audience nearby.

Furthermore, he harbored the intention of diverting Feng Liang's focus, hoping his action would temporarily deter Feng Liang from jumping. “If the person who fell was your grandmother, would you treat her savior like that?” Wang Zhuo pointed fiercely at the young man on the ground, his face covered in blood, and snarled, “It’s because of cold-blooded animals like you that the moral climate of society has deteriorated to this point!

Scum like you don't deserve to even be here. Get lost!” The young man’s two companions stood nearby, but both were struck dumb with fear, not daring to even contemplate intervening.

This man who had suddenly appeared, attacking someone publicly in front of TV reporters and police, was clearly a lunatic. They certainly didn't want to cross this line.

The event unfolded too quickly. The female officer only two meters from Wang Zhuo had not yet recovered from her surprise when he had already knocked the man to the ground, sending him rolling several times.

She rushed forward, joining a colleague who had just arrived to separate the conflicting parties, desperately placing her body between them to prevent Wang Zhuo from making any more startling moves. “Feng Liang!” Wang Zhuo stood tall, allowing the female officer to cling to him like a koala, and pointed at Feng Liang on the bridge, shouting loudly, “You coward, you gutless wimp!

It’s just twelve thousand *damn yuan, and it’s driven you to the point of throwing your life away? Is your dog life only worth that much money?” “That’s my business, you don't need to manage it!” Feng Liang yelled back in exasperation, “I’ve seen through this world!” “Idiot!” Wang Zhuo cursed, pointing at the bloodied man on the ground, “If you jump, your little brother will end up just like him!

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