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Some people say that there is no sincerity in this world now, and I don't agree with it. Sincerity does not need to be judged by the public, and if it does, it loses its original meaning.

I remember something that happened many years ago.

It's been five years since I did the math, but I've been thinking about it all the time. My memory is especially good on rainy days, so I can always remember things that hurt me a lot – like the one five years ago.

It was raining, and the whole school was shrouded in a cloud of rain and fog. I was writing my homework in the classroom at the end of class, thinking that I would be able to finish my homework at the end of the class, but one hand suddenly snatched my pen away.

I hurriedly looked up to see who the man was, only to find that I didn't know the person at all. I carefully searched my mind over the faces of the people I knew, but I still felt that the person in front of me was terrifyingly strange.

Who are you? I asked, standing up. I am well aware of the unwritten rule between classes: if you don't work for the teacher, you can't just go into someone else's class. If there are exceptions, it must be either copying homework or fighting.

You don't know me? The man looked at me mockingly, "You're a new student, I heard that your grades aren't very good." There was a particularly uncomfortable tone in his sneer.

Is there anything wrong with you? I ignored his hurtful words and tried my best to change the subject. But it obviously didn't work very well, because the man who came to my class in defiance of the rules must have come to insult me.

I was the first in my grade. He said, "Even if you used to be the first place in the countryside, when you get here, you can only get a middle and lower grade!" Yokel! ”

I couldn't look directly at his distorted face, and I didn't pay any attention to what he was saying next—it was all unpleasant anyway.

A year later, I didn't see that former number one in the first place in the results table. And I saw my name in the place that once belonged to him.

I spent a long time looking for him, and finally I found him in the class with the worst grades. I thanked him for his sloppy words, because his bad words awakened the dignity that had slumbered in my heart—and for this thanks, I was as disrespectful as he was last year.

I should learn from you. He lowered his head, without his former majesty, "You are a very ......."Sincere man—this is the highest praise I can give you with my only three years of glory. ”

He's still like that, exaggerating.

Sincerity is a quality that doesn't need to be judged by the public, it only needs two people to know it – one is you and the other is me.