引子夜空中经常聚集着这些嘲弄的眼神。昏黄、迷乱,一闪而过时,又带有些许的张扬与阴郁。听得见的是刺耳的刹车声、奔跑声以及女人淡淡的哭泣声。雨幕中一个身影仓皇而过,一只男人的皮鞋在地上溅起莲花般的涟漪。一眨眼又都不见了。姚晓冰最后看到的,是身边这个男人的笑脸,他的嘴一张一合,好像在说着什么。姚晓冰努力睁大双眼看着他的双唇:“冰儿,我爱你!听你的,我们去武汉,我们去武汉从头开始。” In the night sky, these mockery eyes often gather. Dim, confused, flash and outdated, with a little publicity and gloomy. Can hear the shrill brake sound, running sound and a woman’s faint cry. A shadow in the rain curtain has passed, a man’s shoes splashed lotus-like ripples on the ground. In a blink of an eye are gone. Yao Xiaobing last seen, is the smile around this man, his mouth a co-ordination, as if talking about something. Yao Xiaobing efforts to open his eyes wide open his lips: “Binger, I love you! Listen to you, we go to Wuhan, we go to Wuhan from scratch. ”