Gossip-Gender incident in Dongguan

I believe everyone has seen this news. After all, there are more than N websites on the homepage over the past few days.
He claimed that "No clothes, no meals, he had to steal. Not that I don't want to be a good person, but that my family environment and social reality didn't give me a chance. Rich people have everything, and I don't even smoke. It is better to change fate in this way than to stay alive ."

Followed by comments from netizens:

「 Not far from Tianya ?」
「 Not far !」 「 How can people be far away from the horizon ?」
「 What is the color of the bright moon ?」
「 It's blue. It's as blue as the sea, as deep as the sea, and as melancholy .」
Where is the bright moon ?」
"In his heart, his heart is the Moon .」
「 What about dual knives ?」
「 Dual-knife is in his hand !」
「 What kind of knife is that ?」
「 His knife is as vast and lonely as the vast land of the earth, as bright as the moon is clean and melancholy. Sometimes it's as if it's empty !」
「 Blank ?」
「 It's blank and imperceivable, as if it doesn't exist at all, and it's like it's everywhere .」 「 His knife doesn't seem fast .」
「 What can an unpleasant knife be invincible in the world ?」
「 Because his knife has exceeded the speed limit !」
What about his people ?」
"The person has not returned, and the person has lost his intestines .」
「 Where is the process ?」
"The return is in front of him .」
「 He cannot see ?」
「 He didn't see it .」 「 Why can't he find it ?」 「 Although I cannot find it now, it will be found one day sooner or later !」
「 Will definitely find ?」
「 Yes !」

Winter and dusk.
There was a man with a knife in front of him.
"You have only one choice for me or a knife ." The man said to him.
His head always hangs down, but when he sees the knife, his eyes suddenly shine like a wolf.
That is a very common knife and a pig knife. The knife is even blunt.
"I never trust lawyers. I only trust my hands and my knives ."
Door, closed.
He only has a knife in his hand, and he does not even wear pants.
He had a pair of trousers, but he used them for the knife.
It's cold in winter, but he doesn't think.
Because as long as there is a knife on his hand, his blood is hot.
He stood there, motionless, like a wolf surrounded by hunters.
He wants to maintain his physical strength for the first battle.
He must not waste any unnecessary consumption.
He even began smoking.
The knife is his brother, while the smoke is his lover.
The air gradually solidified and the smoke grew shorter and shorter in his hands.
Smoke turned red at the last point in his hand, just like a lover's smile.
His blood began to boil.
But he suddenly threw the knife to the ground.
"I lost ."
Hunters flock together to capture prey.
No one knows how he is defeated, but he understands it.
This is a pig knife, but it cannot kill a dog.

It's easy for everyone. Sometimes there's no way to do it.