Thirty-two-year-old Tang Bing has been lying paralyzed in the utility room converted from the balcony for more than 30 years. His legs were like dead wood welded to the bed, and his left hand could barely hold a spoon. His fat and swollen body was covered in the stench of sweat and mildew that had not been washed all year round. He was regarded as a burden by his alcoholic and violent father. He waited to rot day after day in the small space that alternated between a steamer and an ice cellar. He lives in despair of being unqualified in the world, hating himself, and not daring to hope for any warmth.
On the day in July when the cicadas were chirping noisily, Xue Li, a sunny boy, moved next door, disrupting his miserable life. Without sympathy or dislike, the young man smiled and pushed in the door, bringing comics, warm rock sugar pear, and a tenderness he had never experienced before. He helped Tang Bing bathe and wipe his body, massage and recuperate, and stood up to protect his father when he was violent. He rubbed the fate of "Tang Bing + Xue Li = Bingtang Xueli" into every companionship.
The seventeen-year-old boy said that he would take him to see the sea, raise two cats, and live in a house full of sunshine. He said that Tang Bing was the only one in his future. Tang Bing's frozen heart exploded, and she found her own star in the mud.
But this love that transcends age and disability can ultimately not withstand the pressure of worldliness and family affection. Xue Li was forced to go abroad and drifted away; when he returned, he knelt down in front of Tang Bing and burst into tears due to the persecution of his family and the helplessness of the blind date.
Tang Bing smiled and wished him happiness and extinguished his only light with his own hands.
On the twenty-sixth day of the twelfth lunar month, the sound of firecrackers from Xue Li's wedding could be heard in the distance. Tang Bing took the last bite of rock sugar snow pear and swallowed the pills he had been saving for a long time. The first snow falling outside the window is like the innocent smile of a young boy when they first met.
Intention: The tragic aesthetics of fate and regret: using the sweetness of "Rock Sugar Snow Pear" to correspond to the broken ending, writing about the regrets of life where love is not available and involuntary, and using the power of tragedy to ask: When love cannot match reality, how should we protect the only light in our hearts.