- "New "Bridge Lovers"
Maybe there are many people in this world who have low self-esteem, are very autistic, close themselves in their own world, escape and be afraid of crowds, dare not look up and walk, dare not look into other people's eyes, and dare not speak loudly. Even abuse yourself and be mean to yourself. I feel like I can die at any time, and no one will know, no one will be sad. But just when everyone spurned you, laughed at you, and despised you, someone suddenly broke into your world, making you feel that you would also be needed and valued by others. Lit like fireworks, blooming because of your life.
The man in "Lovers in New Bridge" is a homeless man who collapses on the road one drunken night, crushed by a truck, and a passing female painter stares at his abrupt face, thinking he is dead, and will His dying face was drawn. The woman, carrying a drawing board, a pistol and a cat, started wandering because of the pain of a broken love and impending blindness. That night, the woman fell ill on Xinqiao. The man lived on the bridge for a long time. He was very curious about the sudden appearance of the woman. He went to look through the woman's portfolio and saw the woman's painting of himself, so he insisted on keeping the woman.
He went to the vegetable market to steal fish for her to eat, used his body to perform acrobatics to make money, stole boats to take her for a ride, accompany her to get drunk and laugh with her. When there were fireworks on the new bridge that night, they danced on the bridge, and his life was in full bloom because of her. He said to her, it's nice of you to be here. Because of the arrival of this woman, he felt his worth and felt that he had become important. They used the stolen money to go to the beach together and walked arm in arm in the middle of the night.
Her eyes are getting worse day by day, she said, I'm ready to live in the dark, because now the world is just a blur of flying flames, you be my crutch, my guide dog, my play dog. He hugged her shoulders tightly, she was all he had, his world. Every time I see the kind of eyes a man looks at her, I am very moved, because I can only see her in his eyes, pure and clean eyes, and I don't want to leave her for a second. She loves him, she said, don't take those medicines anymore, you can fall asleep when you sleep with me.
A woman's world is rich. She has memories, an officer father, a former lover, and the care of her friends. And the man has nothing but her. But men don't understand that love is not possession, not bondage, but two people standing side by side, standing on the bridge, standing in the blooming fireworks, to overlook this lonely world.
And when he saw her missing notices posted all over the street, knowing that her eyes could be cured, he frantically burned all the posters, and also burned the innocent posters to death. He went back to the bridge and hugged her tremblingly, he knew that her eyes could heal, and she would no longer need him, no longer need his crutches, his guide dog, he would lose her. He closed off all information from the outside world, paranoid and single-mindedly wanted to possess her, and would rather she remain blind like this, so that she would live on him for the rest of her life. But she still heard the missing person broadcast on the radio. She asked him to accompany her to drink, she secretly dropped the sleeping pills in the wine bottle and gave it to him to drink, and then left.
Later, he was imprisoned for murder and stayed for two years. It was she who set him on fire and let him bloom in the flame of love, and the flame was so fierce and intense that it burned herself and her. Like when he performed "Spit Fire", it hurt her eyes. In the two years in prison, he changed himself, and he wanted to show her a new self.
I don't like comedic endings. From beginning to end they never made love, only hugged. Sleeping hugging each other at night, hugging and dancing on the bridge, kissing on the beach, and walking with her when she is becoming blind. When he picked her up and jumped into the river, I really hoped they would just hug and sleep at the bottom of the river and never wake up.
Your world is so big,
but mine is only you.
When I love you,
I feel so low,
Low to the dust,
so flowers bloom in the dust.
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