"I still can't have the least love for this city, you know?" The man who spoke still poured beer into his mouth?

I pulled the thin clothes on my body and looked at the bright neon below, the winter in the north, cold, really cold. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"You, what's not to think of?" I shouted, but as soon as I opened my mouth, the wind rushed into my mouth, choking on my cough.

"I, there's nothing I can't think of." The man said in a low voice, without emotion and without confusion.

"Then you..." Before he finished speaking, he was choked back by the wind.

"I just wanted to run away, I didn't want to go back, I was afraid to see them, I was afraid of the way they looked at me, I was afraid of what they said to me, I was afraid of their kindness to me, I was afraid of their blame, their reprimands, their everything. No! I don't want to go back! No! No! The man muttered to himself almost frantically, then dropped the bottle and sped to the edge of the roof, and then, with a leap, he took off.

The center of the earth led him to fall faster and faster, but his thoughts spread more and more, and his past life flashed before his eyes like a movie.

His wife, his children, his best friends, his colleagues, his parents. Everything in the past passed by his eyes one by one in a staggered and coherent manner, until the dying of life.

I looked at his torn body on the ground, stunned and didn't dare to ask more. Again, he chose to end his life to escape, and I didn't dare to follow the trend and say such bastard words as 'why don't you have the courage to live if you dare to die'.

Because I know that for some people, being alive is the real torture for them.

"I don't know how to describe my family." The ground was torn apart, and the man who couldn't see his original appearance suddenly began to speak, and the picture was so strange that people would feel a chill in their backs when they thought about it.

"My father and my mother were very kind to me, but I was afraid of them. It's not the kind of intimate fear that children have of their parents, but it's another, and I don't know how to explain it to you, because it feels ridiculous to me. "Because of the fragmentation of his body, when he speaks, his voice is small and laborious.

I had to crouch down, try to get close to him, and then even lay on his lips, letting the residual warmth of his mouth hit my face with blood foam.

"You know the debt, the debt must have a creditor and a debtor, and I think my parents and I have the same relationship as a creditor and a debtor. I'm the one who owes them a huge loan shark. I really don't know what to repay them! I don't know, I really don't know!! The man screamed as hard as he could, his words becoming more and more indistinct, his broken internal organs being pulled and gushing down his throat, and he began to cough incessantly, blood gradually spreading from his chest to the top of my feet.

I think I should guide him in a different way, such as his affection. No, you can't use family affection. He seemed to be so afraid of his parents, then he must be afraid of his family affection too. So, what about love?

I looked hesitantly at the stalls on the ground, red, white, yellow... Liquids of various colors mixed with some broken solids were presented naked in front of my eyes, and finally made me feel a stomachache.

I tried to wipe his tears with my hands, but the answer was, "It's okay, thank you."