Dusk
The dusk in Houhai is brightly lit
In this place where there are many bars and longing people, there are many bungalows standing shoulder to shoulder. Old Beijing has its own views on the four-nine cities: the East is rich and the West is noble, the men are poor and the North is humble. And Houhai is right at the junction of east and west. If it were in the past, this place would naturally be either rich or expensive. However, Houhai now is a place where people of all kinds gather, enjoying both refined and popular tastes, rich and poor alike.
It seems that the Yinding Bridge can no longer accommodate any extra people, and people are surrounding each other and moving forward in discord. In addition to the high housing prices, this place also has a high flow of people.
Suddenly
A sharp cry pierced the noisy din, and the figures on the Yinding Bridge began to gather in one direction.
On the unclear water surface of Houhai Lake, a man fell into the water, and the turbid water rushed into his throat. He did not struggle, let alone cry out. Like a fish whose "hand" is held by God, it stares at the sky motionlessly, as if waiting for the arrival of death.
"Help~" Several girls on the bridge began to call.
Several men swimming on the lake in the distance heard the shouting and quickly swam to the person who fell into the water. Everyone fished the person out in a hurry.
It was a boy, a boy in his 20s. His consciousness was no longer present, but his facial features were still delicate. The water on his face slid down his cheeks to the ground, but he didn't know whether it was lake water or tears.
The boy's right hand was holding a mobile phone tightly, and no matter how hard everyone tried to break it, they couldn't get it off.