在长成一个心如磐石、不动声色的大人之前,少女时期会动多少次“太痛苦了,活不下去”的念头呢?一切应该从我十七岁夏天的那个傍晚说起。背着双肩包走在华灯初上的街道,天依旧闷热,好似有什么压在胸口,呼吸和喘气都变得困难,我从人群中挤到路旁的一个超市,两分钟之后走出来,取下书包拉开拉链打算将刚买的水果刀塞进去。 Before I grow into a rock-solid, quiet adult, how many times does it take for a girl to move “too painful or alive”? It should all start with the evening of my seventeen year old summer. Carrying a shoulder bag to go to the streets in the early lights, the day is still hot, as if there is any pressure on the chest, breathing and breathing have become difficult, I squeezed from the crowd to a supermarket on the roadside, walked out two minutes later, remove the bag Open the zipper intends to just buy the fruit knife into it.