刺眼黑暗中,他爬上了楼顶。十二楼。夜像块无边的幕布,罩在他的身上。忽明忽暗的灯,像鬼火一样对着他眨着眼,像是对着他在招手。有风,吹起了他的衣角,如一只大手一样要将他的身体钳住。他真的下定了决心。他曾在现场看到过一个想要跳楼的女子,三十多岁的样子,穿着鲜红的外套,墨绿的牛仔裤,在那个阳光的下午,站在一栋六层楼的楼顶。大声地叫喊着,说她的男人找了 Dazzling darkness, he climbed the roof. Twelve floor. Night piece boundless curtain, cover in his body. Flickering lights, winking at him like a witch, like waving at him. Windy, blowing his clothes, like a big hand to clamp his body. He really made up his mind. He had seen on the scene a woman who wanted to jump off, in his thirties, wearing bright red jacket and dark green jeans. On that sunny afternoon, he stood on the roof of a six-storey building. Shouting aloud, saying that her man was looking for it