When I was really young,many people didn't like me at all.As they said,I was a trouble maker:I once injured an adult's left ear with a knife.I once suffocated a cat in my arms.I often ran away from home in the dark days of the past.You have got smart people and you have got dumb people. I was out of luck,and I stood on the unfortunate side thanks to this.
I hated all the people around me,even all the animals and all the plants.A nasty guy lived next door to us.Everyone praised him as a good boy .As for me,he was the last straw.My mother said he was the golden boy once kissed by God."You should follow his example!"She added.She had repeated the word an infinite number of times ,but, she never realized it.If someone told me I was a good boy too, I would die without anything to reget.One rainy day,however,my mother accused me of stealing money from home.
I ran away from home again.I didn't come back until midnight. There was a young plane tree in front of my house.I hid under the tree,seeing that the lights were on in our room but nobody was in.
"Good boy?"Someone said."Huh!"I didn't know who was talking."Good boy."Innocent voices were heard."Huh?"All I knew was that I was not a good boy."Good boy?Who is good boy?"I asked.
"There is no one else but you."I saw,the plane tree was talking to me.
"I am not a good boy.You are lying."
"No,trees never lie.Only humans can do it."
That midnight Mr. Plane Tree told me a truth:the God of destiny lodges in the trees,as long as you pour your heart on it,you will be blessed by God one day.
Trees never lie.I believed his nonsense without a shadow of doubt.I took to getting up early,I stuck to watering the plane tree and saying morning to Mr. Plane Tree before I went to school.I had never treated anything diligently like this before.
The result was what you could see,I earned my first A in math when I was 12.Then came English,physics,chemistry and so on.As the saying goes, it's never too late to mend.Everything was getting better and better.I became muscular and our rugby team won the state championship with flying colors for our high school."Good boy!"My coach rubbed my brown hair like crazy.
I must thank Mr. Plane Tree at my door.As I grew up,the tree trunk was getting more and more thick.The tree had more and more rings and it was even full of life.
But tragedy is always more comedy.That morning I continued watering the tree as usual.A woman came over and knocked over my bucket.
"You!"She pointed at my nose,"You are the fucking Satan!"
I couldn't stand her charge. But what happened? It turned out that her husband drove into the root of my plane tree and hurt his head.I saw the root had ripped open the surface of the road.Not only that,a little girl lost her front teeth when she hit the tree on her bike.Everyone was complaining about the damn tree.
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Plane tree? Or good boy? It was because of this tree that I became Satan in their month.
Well,a tree can only be a tree.I was not a tree, a damn tree! In the end,I cut down the tree in the sight of the public.As they said, I was a good boy after all.
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