For a few days, Fang's room was quiet, and there was no movement at all.

What about her?

On the third day, I couldn't take it anymore and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a long time, Fang's faint voice came from the room, as if it had come from a far, far away.

"Who?" Fang asked weakly.

"It's the rogue writer next door to you!" I said with a hippie smile.

The door opened, and Fang stood in the doorway, wearing only a black underwear with lace, looking at me without saying a word and looking at me indifferently. Her hair was messy, and her pale face still had the makeup that had not been removed overnight; The house was a mess; A strong smell came, a red basin with half a basin of purple liquid; There were two boxes of injections on the coffee table, and the names on them could be clearly seen from a long distance: XXXX and XXXX; A single-use plastic cup filled with purple liquid, mixed in the middle of a large pile of medicines, is certainly not a drink; In a large plastic bag at the head of her bed, there were some bread, steamed buns and other messy foods......

"You should go to the hospital!" I looked at Fang's melancholy and lonely eyes and said with concern.

"What do you see? I'm going to give it back to the city! Fang smiled faintly, like a flower blooming miserably in obscurity and desolation.

"I'll go buy you something to eat!" I whispered to Fang, "You haven't been out in days!" ”

Fang smiled and nodded.

I didn't ask Fang what she was eating, I just knew that she needed some warm food to warm her body right now, and she needed to be warm. I went downstairs and bought a cup of soy milk and a bowl of tofu brain, and I thought that these warm foods would definitely make her feel warmer.

"I'm leaving in a few days," Fang said coldly as she drank soy milk, "Get out of here!" ”

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Go to the men who need me and don't love me!" Fang smiled coldly.

"Then you should take care of your illness before you go!" I say.

Fang was silent.

Fang was silent for a long, long time, and then began to speak quietly:

"When I came to this city, I was just a little tailor, I didn't want to do anything in this city, I just wanted to earn some money from my craft so that my brother could go to school and my mother be treated...... I came to this city, they don't need the clothes I make, they just need my body...... I've been here for five years, and when I came, I was only 15 years old, and I didn't even have an ID...... My mother died in bed, and my brother was caught stealing from other people's homes...... I don't know why I'm still here? Why live in this world? I ......"

Fang sobbed silently, and large crystalline tears slipped silently down her pale and haggard face.

"Don't do that!" I said as I gently put my arm around Fang's trembling shoulder.

Fang curled up in my arms, choked and sobbed, and continued to tell her story.

Fang is going to leave eventually.

The day she left, the weather was surprisingly good.

She dragged a very large suitcase and slowly moved down the steep and narrow corridor, and no one helped her. The box seemed heavy, and she seemed to struggle a little.

"I'll help you!" I said and walked over.

Fang put the box on the ground without saying a word, and the box was really heavy. It must be some of her daily necessities, and maybe the book "Selected Love Poems of the World" that I gave her.

"Love is always good," I said to Fang as I crossed the street, "but it hasn't come to us yet!" ”

"Will it come? Like now that you know I have this disease, will you still kiss me like you did on the rooftop? Do you dare to kiss me? Fang smiled coldly, and large expanses of sunlight continued to wither and fall from her pale and haggard face.

Why not?!

I hugged Fang almost without hesitation, and I hugged her tightly in the dull sound of the box in my hand falling to the ground, in the sound of the endless traffic. There was no thrilling feeling, no ecstasy, not even the slightest impulse and passion, but I hugged her tightly. Fang tilted her head to one side. The shrill trumpet was gone, all the noise and noise were gone, except for the sound of a heart breaking a little, with a painful and sour feeling.

Fang slowly lifted the suitcase and walked across the road.

The box was heavy.

Fang's knees were slightly bent, and her high heels seemed to be unable to bear the load of the box and her body, and she was swaying and panicking; The long hair slanted on one side of the box, smooth and supple like silk, pouring out like water; She stepped into the fading sunlight, hurriedly got into a taxi parked across the road, and quickly disappeared into the traffic that came and went.

I silently went up to the top of the building.

I quietly looked at the somewhat worn chair by the railing, the one that Fang used to like to sit on and drink and watch.

Where will she go? I'm thinking about this.

Where can she go? Go to those strange men who need her, go to the confusing neon depths of this city, and spread yourself quietly, without love or romance.

What awaits her?

In her eyes, I saw her tears, so desolate, so cold, so sad, so I couldn't help but want to comfort and hug her.

Perhaps, from the moment she turned her back on her homeland, she did not know what would await her?

I looked up and smiled bitterly at the gray sky.

I think I should get out of here.

On the roof of this building, there is no longer the little woman who loves to drink cheap red wine and look at the sky, although she is no longer pure; Without the roof of the little woman, it is like the sky where no bird flies, though the wings of the bird will scratch the heart of the sky from time to time; The sky without birds flying is like the years without love, although love has made me feel powerless again......

What more do you want to spite? I asked myself impatiently.

Although there are some people who will be forgotten by love; Although there will be some days when there will be no love to pass. But I think the saddest thing is not to be forgotten by love, but to forget love.