Shen Wuya squatted under the leaky eaves, squeezing the cold steamed bun and watching his mother's withered hands slide down the edge of the bed. That little light in my heart can't shine on my hands that are getting colder.
This light has been floating for hundreds of years. Reflected in the shack on a cold night, the shy smile of the young man handing over roasted sweet potatoes also sank into the cold and turbid waves; the silhouette of a woman mending clothes and the child's small wooden boat were parked, and in the loud sound of the waves, the tepid warmth was extinguished and the boat was covered with dust.
His name is Wuya, and he was born outside of light and shadow. Like a stone floating in the torrent - the smoke of collapse, the beacon fire of separatism, the trembling iron hooves, the fanatical noise - within reach, but always separated by a thick transparent wall. A slight wave passed through my chest, and fate always dragged me back to the shore. Vain connection, eternal loss.
Later, the light locked into "B-107". The iron bed was coughing up blood and soaked in filth. The nurse wiped it with cold hands. The power was cut off during the night of the typhoon, and I was huddled in blood, urine, rain and mud. The high fever shattered the memory: hot tears, the bloody hole on the forehead... Screaming with a cold face. The hoarse screams were lost in the thunder.
The lamp is dry. On an extremely cold morning, the nurse touched his neck and said, "It's gone." A white cloth covered the body. The cart squeaks. The cup, medicine, dirty sheets, and the old polished copper coins that rolled down from the seam of the bed were swept into the black bag and tied tightly. The paving is new and the disinfectant is pungent.
Distant city, cafe. The man in a suit smiles at his daughter's piano photo. Sun-glazed luxury watch. A thought came to mind: "Old alley... Silent old man...?" Unformed, it spread among the fragrance of coffee and smiling faces.
The lonely lamp burns out. No light, no heat, no temperature and no trace.
The green smoke dispersed into the vastness.
The dust has settled and the years are gone.
Heaven and earth were silent.
