Take another look, and I'll jump down when someone disturbs.

It's a different feeling to know that you have time left, how many people in this world know how much time you have left in your life? Maybe at this moment, he can really control his life.

Fate is probably the things that you can't change no matter how hard you try.

Lean your back against the railing and close your eyes.

It's cold! No one has come yet? At such a time, she really wanted to talk to someone.

"Hey!"

Well? There really are people. Turning around, there were still only a few cars speeding away, and they didn't notice that there was a person trying to jump off the outside of the bridge.

"Here."

Turning his head to look, the voice seemed to come from his feet.

"Where are you?"

"At your feet."

It was really at her feet, which startled her, and at first she thought that the bridge was two floors, and below was a bridge corridor for maintenance, and the man was below, and she couldn't see him, and if she wanted to see it, she had to stick her head out.

When Xia Chenghao heard this woman's voice, he had a particularly familiar and intimate feeling, but he couldn't be sure who she was. There are too many women with the same voices on this planet, but the people on the bridge should be different from everyone else.

But what surprised him even more was that she found that one foot on her right side was sticking out to greet him, which made her even more creepy, who was already trembling.

That's right, a foot stuck out to say hello to him. And he was stepping on the soles of his feet, and just now I thought it was a protruding stone on the ground. Now my brain is a little messy, should such a person go to the police to save people, but he obviously killed himself.

Squatting down slowly, only a foot from the railing to the edge of the bridge, he saw the man hanging upside down on the edge of the bridge, with only the tops of his feet hooked on the bridge.

It's a weird feeling, is it a vampire?

I'm going to die anyway, I can't see the guy's face, I only see a little worn out shoes, the soles to be exact, yes, the soles.

"Hello ......." Very careful greetings, like the kind of greeting that tensed one's nerves when I was a child to the gods in the black cupboard.

"Not good!"

"You're ......, what's wrong with you?"

"My head hurts." The sound from below became faint and eerie in the wind.

"Then why are you hanging here?"

Xia Chenghao replied, "Because my head hurts." ”

"Why don't you go to the hospital?"

"Humph! Let them cut my head open? Am I not dead, then? ”

"Are you a vampire?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"I've heard that vampires hang in their holes like vampire bats."

"Oh!"

"Are you hanging yourself here with a headache?"

"It's working."

The girl seemed to be worried about the man, perhaps out of some curiosity: "Aren't you afraid of falling?" ”

"No, it won't."

"Did I bother you?"

"Sort of." A very simple but straightforward answer, not the slightest politeness, but also not very disgusting.

"I killed myself."

The man was still in the same upside-down position, and replied indifferently, "You can guess." ”

Of course, such a scene is self-killing, but what does the suicide of a stranger have to do with Xia Chenghao? There are too many people who have died in front of him, friends, mentors, etc., and they can't be saved, not to mention that they are now a completely irrelevant person.

"I lost my confidence in life."

"I can hear you."

The corners of the girl's mouth moved, "Really?" ”

"Hmm."

"I feel like I've failed in life."

"Huh?" It's still the same word, but the man has changed a tone with questions.

"I have been looked down upon since I was a child, and I have never been rewarded."

It's not that Xia Chenghao doesn't want to answer, but it's a headache and an uncomfortable state after entering the restart mode, the only thing he can do is to be able to respond in the simplest way, "Hmm! ”

"I was useless, so they gave me a nasty nickname......"

"Hmm!"

"I felt like no one in mine liked me, and they probably couldn't accept a child like me without parents, so they all ended up leaving me."

"Well......" is still the case.

"Did you listen to me?"

"Hmm."

The sound seems to be a little louder, but it may also be an illusion, but no matter what, you can still ask for a person hanging upside down under the bridge, and there are dozens of meters in the air below to chat with you like a psychiatrist, which is already a very good ending.

"I secretly liked a guy and thought he liked me too. It turned out that it was not like this, and he was gone. ”

"Hmm."

"I'm actually living a very unhappy life......

"Hmm!" The man seemed to answer only with one word.

"Are you having a good time?"

"Huh?"

"I ask you if you're having a good time?"

"What do you think?"

"Most of the people who hang on the bridge like this in the middle of the night are not happy."

"Hmm."

"Why are people always unhappy? I remember when I was in the orphanage, I was happier than now. ”

"Huh?"

"I think life is unhappy, and when I heard that children are born crying, I should already know that I will have a miserable life. Why do kids know? Is it a memory of a previous life? ”

"Hmm."

She sat down cautiously, and stretched out one foot with her hand around the railing, as if she had been a child sitting on the parapet wall of the garden and watching the world outside. It's just that now I only see the starlight and faint clouds in the distance, and even the stars are a little unhappy today.

"I don't know what it's like to be dead, you know?"

The man didn't answer, just let the night breeze blow through his hair.

"Of course you don't know, you're not dead, of course you don't know what happens when you die. The dead person will not come back to tell us whether he is doing well or not, happy or unhappy, it is all thought by the living person, who thinks that the dead person will be very happy, or very unhappy, but the body is gone, how can there still be a feeling of being happy or unhappy. You're right? ”

"Hmm."

"When I was a kid, I wanted to do a lot of things, and now I'm going to die if I don't do any of them, and it's a bit of a shame to think about it. I don't know what someone else will write on my tombstone, will it be a failed person? Or an insignificant person? Or is it just a name and a string of numbers? When I watch those people die on TV, everyone will talk about their goodness, how he is a kind person who cares about others, and say that he will live in his own heart, but I rarely think of my dead relatives. ”

"You haven't seen the whole story of life yet." The man's voice was scattered in the wind.

The girl didn't seem to hear at all.

"I don't know what life is all about, if everything is really gone when I die, and even living in someone else's world is just a luxury. Actually, people always have to die, right? (To be continued.) )