The orange sunset filled the sky, like fire, and the afterglow of the setting sun spread on the river, making waves.
Yin Nan looked at the dark river water, his eyes as black as two holes.
If you jump down, you won't be afraid anymore.
The idea suddenly came to her.
The breeze blew her short hair rustlingly. The girl held the railing and stared closely at the river that had swallowed up an unknown number of lives. The river water swayed gently with the wind, reflecting the orange sunset and reflecting the broken light like diamonds.
"Hey!" The young man's voice caught him off guard, "This railing is broken and it's dangerous. Don't lean on it!"
Yin Nan was frightened and quickly turned her head. She saw a boy walking towards her, patting the ball. The boy was wearing a white jersey and shorts. He looked about the same age as her. He had delicate eyebrows and a handsome face. He was the kind of boy in the crowd who couldn't help but make people take a second look. The boy stopped beside her holding a basketball.
He lowered his head, looked at the flowing river water, and said to himself, "Thank you for falling!"
Yin Nan noticed that the boy's throat rolled slightly when he spoke, rising and falling.
He turned his head to look at her, with a slight smile on his lips, and a gentle look in his eyes.
"Be careful."
Although she was a little confused, she still responded politely, "Yes." "
Yin Nan felt as if his throat was stuck, dry and hoarse, and the words he spoke were light and fluttery, as if they were about to be blown away by the wind at any time.
The boy suddenly stretched out his hand, "You still have hands on your face..."
Yin Nan was as frightened as a bird, and quickly turned away, holding his hands to cover his wounds.
He realized that he was being abrupt, and he retracted his hand sarcastically, "Go buy some medicine, girl, leaving scars is not good. "
After saying that, he turned and left, and the sound of the basketball falling on the ground gradually disappeared.
Yin Nan looked back at the young man's leaving figure. The afterglow of the setting sun shines brightly on his hair, and the shadow of the basketball the boy is carrying falls on the ground, occasionally cut by the chairs on the roadside.
Her eyelashes quivered slightly, like dragonfly wings touching the water.
For the first time, someone said to her in a friendly tone, "Girl, it's not good to have scars."
Intention: I want to cross youth with you, and then hold hands and run wild in the adult world