She was his first love, and he was hers. She was a year older than him and even one centimeter taller. Like an older sister, she always called him childish. He did whatever she said, quiet and obedient.
Throughout their four years at university, all the guys in his class agreed he was the luckiest man alive, while all the girls in hers thought she must have been blind.
He was so poor that you couldn't squeeze a drop of oil out of him even if you hung him on a gallows. She was so beautiful that calling her a peerless beauty would hardly be an exaggeration.
Their sweet four years at university flew by, and he never dared to make her a single promise.
On the train home, he had 32 stops to go, while she had 21. Once again, she straightened his collar, then said sadly, "Wake me when we get to my stop."... Then she lay back and fell asleep.
After who knew how long, someone woke her. The train had already passed several stops. He gently stroked her cheek and said, "Are you really willing to suffer for me?"
She burst out laughing, tears in her eyes. This was the happiest moment of her four years.
After getting off the train, they took a bus, winding along a mountain road until they were dizzy. At last, they reached a shabby, unfamiliar mountain village, where she was sold to a fifty-something bachelor who had won the lottery!
----Excerpt from the interview records of a patient with paranoid schizophrenia------August 12, 2010, Southwest University Affiliated Brain Hospital.
