Suibei

Jiang Ying first met Li Bei when she was seventeen. An early autumn season. The boy was young, very tall, with a slightly hunched back. The hair on his forehead was very long, almost covering his eyes. The smooth outline of his face outlined a somewhat pointed chin, and his thin lips were pursed together. The black zippered hoodie was pulled crookedly, revealing a section of the collarbone with a deep groove under the white T-shirt. Jiang Ying's first reaction was that he was so thin, like a bamboo pole with a face. He came towards her. His steps were not large, and he walked lazily, his head always hanging, and his spine slightly curved. He walked very slowly for half a minute. A large white truck came from the corner. Where the driver's view was blocked, the young man suddenly stopped and stood there motionless, his shoulders relaxed slightly. Is he going to commit suicide? Jiang Ying didn't know where she got the courage to run forward, ran up to him, stretched out her hand and pulled his arm. That day, Li Bei said: "It's troublesome." Later, he said: "Jiang Ying, don't you want to save me?" The train in my body never goes off the rails, so it allows for snow, storms, mudslides and absurdity. ——Yu Xiuhua. "Reading Guide" *redemption *bear loneliness x world-weary indifference Intention: Stand in the light and move forward.