Every time he looked up at the night sky, Qiao Yi had the urge to cry.
I don't know if the stars and moon are too bright, or if his world is too dark.
"If I jump from here, can I turn into a star and return to the sky I long for?" Qiao Yihe murmured to himself, crying and laughing.
"No."
A sudden male voice answered him, and then said: "If you don't want your life anymore, then give it to me?"
"You are sick, why should I give you my life?"
"You're so funny. If you don't want it, I won't give it back."
Qiao Yihe thought this man was really weird. He was wearing a black mask. Qiao Yihe couldn't see his entire face and could only see a pair of eyes. I don't know if it's because of the night or the light, but his eyes are dark and moist, but when he stares at people, he feels like he's being targeted by a cheetah. If he were an actor, he would be very suitable to play the devil or ghost in horror movies.
Since this person is unwilling to continue talking, he is not interested in continuing to ask questions. It is embarrassing enough for others to see his vulnerable side, but now he is saying idiotic things about giving his life. It is really inexplicable! Why should I give it to you? Even if I really don't want it, will I give it to you if you want it? Nerve!
Listening to the sound of Qiao Genhe opening the door and leaving, Pei Yingzhe looked at the night sky above his head and smiled with relief.
Well, he looks very annoyed, it's not just that he really can't think about it.
(A sudden inspiration, short story, estimated to be no more than 100,000 words, probably no more than 150,000 words at most.)
Intention: There are countless beauties in life, which you need to feel with a peaceful heart.