On bike back after a seminar of a reading club. Passing alone in the darkness.
Saw a girl in yellow top nearly on her behind, her arms around herself, crying so noticeably. A young man squatting in the face of her reached out to offer solace…
I turned back, and instantly felt a jerk of the bike that seemed to say “Mind your own business, dude!” “Get your own fucking home neat!”.
Then I know it is called “A floating life in Beijing”.