Yan Youliang paced to the side of a small bridge, the bluestone paved bridge deck, with the naked eye visible to the naked eye in the small weeds growing in the gaps, he slowly walked to the bridge deck, standing upright on the bridge, letting the cold wind blow over his pale face.

Blowing in your face...... Salted fish flavor.

A weak smile pulled out of the corner of his mouth, God treats him well, the weather for him to commit suicide is so good, he has been preparing for this matter for half a month.

The right time, place and people.

Today is the last courier he chooses to deliver.

From today onwards, he will be able to get rid of this position where he has to look at people's faces all the time, has a low salary, and is looked down upon by his girlfriend and the people around him.

The hometown pays attention to the feng shui of walking people, and it is more convenient that there is a river here.

The river is fast.

Yan Youliang trembled and landed on the smooth stone pillar, hunched his back and looked under the bridge, and the river could not be seen.

He retracted his outstretched foot and thought twice before doing something.

Thinking twice that if he missed the bridge, he wouldn't have such a deep river below, so he stepped out again.

When he slowly stood on one foot on the stone pillar, he felt a gust of wind blowing on the surface of the river at any time, which could make him get his wish, intertwined with the river, and foamed with each other.

The sound of jingling bells sounded, Yan Youliang opened his closed eyes, and saw a girl riding a bicycle by the river, with long hair fluttering, a slender figure, and beautiful eyes.

As he approached the bridge, he crouched down and stomped his other foot on the ground.

After seeing the last line of beauty, it's not too late to say goodbye to this sad place.

After a short seven seconds, Yan Youliang turned his head and calmly looked at the surging river in front of him, in a daze, listening to the sound of running water, and his heart ached.

An innocent smile appeared on the blue sky and white clouds, and the slender eyebrows were raised, indescribably charming scenery.

It's her, doesn't she want me?

How to smile at yourself, as you first saw it, arrogant and beautiful.

"Frangipani ......"

Jump down and you can free yourself. Scenes from the past flashed in his mind, and he calmly stepped on the stone pillar and stood against the wind.

"What can you give me?"

"More than 2,000 yuan a month is not enough for me to go to a beauty salon once."

"Do you know that my friends say I'm so low, and I actually have such a poor boyfriend. They all said we weren't suitable......"

"Do you have to be so selfish and let all my youth be wasted on you, I won't wait for you any longer."

Like a person, it starts with appearance, falls into talent, is loyal to character, is obsessed with the body, is obsessed with sound, is drunk with affection, and finally folds in material and defeats in reality.

I don't have a car, I don't have a house, you are the sun in the sky, then I am a moth on the ground, the scorching sun burns a little love of the moth. Then I wish you happiness.

In a moment, "Wait a minute!" Yan Youliang stood on the bridge deck, his legs were weak because of a sound that resounded overhead, he squatted down unconsciously, stepped on the ground with one foot, and looked back at the bridge with a panicked face.

Qi Xiaoyu rushed to the bridge with an arrow, she remembered that the man in the overalls was the courier who had just delivered the goods.

The two looked at each other for a long time.

Yan Youliang reached out and touched his face, he just changed his hairstyle a little for himself on the last day of this life. Wearing the overalls that he had taken to the laundry to dry, he lowered his head and approached his leader, shrugged his nose and sniffed.

The fragrance of a blue moon.

The girl stared at herself.

The aqua blue skirt floats in the wind, like the waves of the river, clear and moving. The black jewel-like eyes were watery, and the childish voice was cautious.

"Hello sir, may I ask...... What are you doing here? ”

She faced the man opposite, the man's face was still very young, but it gave her a visual experience of emotional vicissitudes.

The man's slightly hoarse voice, "I...... I committed suicide. ”

Qi Xiaoyu held her breath, fluttered her eyes a few times to relieve the pressure, took a few steps closer, and said, "If there is anything, find a way to solve it, and life still has to go on." ”

"People like you, living under the full wings of your parents, won't understand us." Yan Youliang did not put down his feet on the stone pillar.

"We are the same kind of people, no matter what we are facing, we all have a full expectation for a better future."

The courier just cursed in a low voice, "Retarded." Apparently he didn't agree with the girl's statement.

Qi Xiaoyu was a little discouraged, but continued to walk forward until the boy was in front of him.

"I may not understand your feelings, but... I hope you can solve your problems in other more rational ways. ”

The man lowered his head, and his face under the bangs seemed to be smiling, "Okay, you tell me how to solve it?"

Qi Xiaoyu was dumb for a while.

"Hehe, nosy." Yan Youliang turned his head and numbly stepped on the stone pillar next to him with his other foot.

When he made up his mind, the girl grabbed Yan Youliang's arm, "Sir, we can sit down and talk, there's no need to be so impulsive." ”

Yan Youliang was a little impatient and said, "You let go of me!"

"I can guarantee that as soon as you take the first step off the bridge, you will regret it."

"Oh, woman."

"Are you really willing? Won't regret losing everything, including your job, friends, and family who care about you?"

Hearing this, Yan Youliang's mood fluctuated, one foot fell to the ground, he had been uprooted from his hometown for several years, and he was adrift, thinking of the bitter grievances he had endured at work over the years, and the pressure from survival, and a city girl who had accompanied him for two years, and he was exhausted in the face of life.

He couldn't help but hold his face in his hands, slowly bent down, and made a hoarse voice similar to crying.

"It's me...... It's useless".

Yan Youliang got up quickly, turned his back and wanted to jump into the river, Qi Xiaoyu took his hand, wanting to stop it, Qi Xiaoyu saw the tears on Yan Youliang's face, for the first time, he saw the man crying embarrassed.

Yan Youliang clearly saw the sympathy in the girl's eyes, he felt that his self-esteem was frustrated, and he angrily pushed the girl.

The long hair like a waterfall is wrapped around the body, and the water-blue skirt blooms into a midsummer flower, and with a "poof", it is swallowed by the river, and the water waves rise.

In an instant, Yan Youliang was stunned, it turned out that he would really regret it, even if it was not him who stepped out of the bridge.

An intermittent voice came from the center of the river, "Help...... Help, help..."

Yan Youliang shouted, "Girl, hold on!" I'm going to call someone, hold on! Hold on!"

The river kept pouring in from all directions, and they broke into Qi Xiaoyu's ears, eyes, and mouth, monopolizing her life.

She struggled constantly, her tiny arms pouting against the water, looking so weak.

The triangular yellow charm has been soaked in gray by the river.