[The unreliable "psychiatrist" Wen Xubai Gong × Xu Zinan, an unemployed vagrant who is serious about committing suicide]
Xu Zinan bought a one-way ticket to the northwest.
He wanted to find a place where no one was around and quietly blow out the last gust of wind.
The northwest sun always shines on the earth. If you die here, it will be more gorgeous than rotting at home.
It should look nice when the sun falls on the blood.
He also saw that scenery.
It's really beautiful.
Even more beautiful than he imagined.
But——
"I have been squatting here for almost three days, just to take pictures of the sunrise. If you lie down here, there are many people in my photo, and when I post it on Moments, people think I killed someone and dumped my body."
Xu Zinan looked at his wrist that was still bleeding, and then looked at the man's sincere eyes.
After living for twenty-eight years, he realized for the first time that even when he wanted to die, he would be rejected and get in the way.
But he suddenly didn't know whether he should continue to die.
Later, Wen Xubai forced him into a broken off-road vehicle. The passenger seat was filled with snacks and a jacket.
"What are you doing?" Xu Zinan, who had just returned from the edge of life and death, asked.
"Go to the hospital." Wen Xubai started the car, "Your wound needs two stitches, and then I'll treat you to a breakfast. After eating, I want to die again. It's a shame to die hungry."
Xu Zinan fell silent.
He found that he seemed unable to refute this logic.
In the end, Wen Xubai took him to eat mutton skewers and said, "You're here now. Don't die until you see Yadan."
After watching Yadan, he said: "We haven't left the desert yet. It would be a pity to die."
As the car drove through the Gobi Highway, the sunlight after sunrise filled the entire world.
The south wind in the world never stops, spreading a bright light in the wilderness of life.
Later, the car passed through the Gobi, snow-capped mountains and no-man's land, heading towards the boundless wilderness.
Xu Zinan finally asked: "Didn't you say you were a psychiatrist? Why can't you even make a diagnosis?"
Wen Xubai looked at the road ahead. The wind flowed through the car window and ruffled his hair.
"The wind is silent, but it has a narrative when it passes through it."
The wind comes from the south and passes through everything.
The south wind blows the white world.
"Allow the wind to cross the wilderness."
"Please also allow me to pass through you."
This time it is a complete road story, a self-driving road trip, no abuse, no abuse, no misunderstandings, no bloodshed, the two people redeem each other peacefully qwq
Thanks to the reader @ for the very nice cover (=^▽^=)
Intention: You are from the south, so I wish the south wind peace
