In November of that year, Jin Wa waited for who knows how many days as he waited for the dull sound coming from his ribs and the sweetness in his throat to fade away.
This is what the landlord saw when he knocked on the door and pressed for utility bills for three days, and finally had to pick the lock and break in.
The frostbite on the tip of the woman's nose suddenly turned red.
The lockpicking tool fell on the door frame. In just half a minute, the ambulance's stretcher rushed into the yard, and the rainwater on the threshold mixed with the soil and was trampled into black mud.
The young man sat in the corner with his head lowered, like a corpse covered in dust.
That year, Wei Yuan leaned against the scrapped vending machine with her head lowered, her long hair hanging down on her chest.
The street lamp at the door of the street corner noodle shop turned into blood-red spots in the night fog. The blood marks under her hair that snaked to her collarbone were scabbed, as if they were scratched from the Erguotou bottle her father had drunk.
The musty smell of the old house mixed with the steam of the noodle soup, forming a damp web between them. In her memory, Wei Yuan was spinning in the light, but Jin Wa could clearly see her knees shaking unnaturally when she landed.
Intention: Two-way rescue