A man's tears don't fall easily, a hero will not cry.
But he no longer wants to be a hero.
That day, he made a phone call to his father.
The last online mob incident had made his father sick with anger.
Liu Jianxin was in great pain:
"Dad... Do I seem like an idiot? They say I'm like Don Quixote, someone who's gone mad from reading knight novels."
The voice on the other end was very quiet.
"Silly child, Don Quixote, indeed, is quite funny, being able to see windmills as enemies and then comically charging at them."
"Yet he also has much courage, doesn't he? In such an era, he always finds joy in life, facing various difficulties, always rising to meet them... He never cowers."
"This is actually admirable. Ignore the ridicule of others, and bravely be a hero."
The father's voice carried encouragement. Despite the online harassment and betrayal, the father still wished him to be an upright person.
But the young man on the other end seemed to stand against the world:
