Wujiang commits suicide - psychological script narration: On a dark and windy night, the moon is sparse and the sky is full of stars.

Along the endless Wujiang River, there is loneliness, loneliness and helplessness. The jade trees are in the wind. They are graceful and graceful. The gods are mighty and wise. Unparalleled in the world. Handsome and talented. Badou is known as a pear blossom weighing down the begonia. It is omnipotent in the world. Everyone sees it. Everyone loves it. Flowers are blooming. Fishes are falling. Geese are closing in the moon.

A handsome man with a beautiful face and a little flying dragon.

He looked at the rolling waters of the Wujiang River and sighed alone in melancholy.

Suddenly, for some unknown reason, this man became poetic, looked up to the sky and roared, saying: "Enter the man: The deceased was like a man, and he did not give up day and night."

Alas - looking up at the bright moon, looking down at my parents.

(Drawing out the sword) How joyful is life, and how painful is death.

To live or to die, that is the question.

to be, or not to be, that’s a question.

Ah, why, why exactly is this!

(On one side, parents enter) Quarreling, looking at each other, turning around: "Huh! Divorce!" Narrator: At the same time, on the other side.

(A group of classmates enter) Some people formed a circle and chatted and discussed something, and some people were pacing back and forth anxiously.

Suddenly, everyone said in unison: That's it.

Man: I used to turn on gas, but unfortunately I switched to natural gas.

I once took sleeping pills, but unfortunately they were fake products.

I once hung myself, but unfortunately the rope broke under the load.

I once jumped off a building, but unfortunately the railing on the roof was too high to climb over.

I once fell on the train, but unfortunately I was dragged out by the subway administrator and fined me.

So today I want to kill myself in the Wujiang River. If that doesn't work, I decide to jump on the Miluo River by plane.

To the audience: Don't stop me, don't stop me, really don't stop me... (Make a suicidal gesture) Turn around: Damn it!

You really don’t stop me, you inhumane guys!

Narrator: Just when he was about to kill, a white light flashed.

A woman in white clothes rushed over, took the knife and wiped it on her neck.

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Faster than me!

(Took the knife back) Huh?

Aren’t you Xiaofang’s classmate?

As your classmate, I have the obligation and responsibility to teach you that you should not be so arrogant and unreasonable. Taking things from others without saying hello is a bad behavior and we should stop it.

If you want to use this knife, just tell me. If you don't tell me, how will I know that you want to use this knife?

Did you say that I would not give it to you?

Besides, this knife belongs to me. You should tell me if you want to use it.

Besides, you should at least explain why you want to use this knife before you use it.

The woman (throwing out a wet tissue from her pocket) said sadly: My mother is terminally ill, and my father died of overwork in order to take care of her.

My mother was too depressed and died soon after.

I am the only one left in the family.

Now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is here again, I remember that the family of three once reunited around the table and ate moon cakes. Although life was tight, they were still happy.

But now things are different, people are different, everything is over, and I want to shed tears first.

(Squeeze the water out of the paper towel) There is no doubt that the west wind is blowing, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

Desolate and deserted, miserable and miserable.

I can't help but feel sad and miserable.

I have decided to leave, don't stop me, give me the knife.

Man: Huh?

I have been classmates for many years, but I didn't know there was such a person beside me.

However, I am worse than you.

You at least have a good memory, you had a warm home when your parents were alive, and my parents have been arguing and arguing since I was a child.

Now it's even more outrageous, and they are divorced.

Now there is no one who cares about me in the world. The people closest to me have left me. I am alone without any friends. I have no meaning in living anymore.

Woman: Wouldn’t it be bad to get divorced?

Don’t you just want to have a clean home?

Man: no!

You don’t understand—I don’t want to have a family, but if my parents divorce, I won’t have a home. How can I have a “clean home”?

To me, it's just a place to stay, nothing more.

Woman: It’s not that they don’t care about you at all, it’s just that they don’t want their vulnerable side to be seen by their children.

It’s all in words, you’ll understand one day.

People live with hope, and I have no hope, so it would be better for me to die.

(Trying to wipe neck) Man: No!

You can build a life on your own, and you can regard what you experience as a test from God. When God is about to give you a big responsibility, you must first harden your will and derail your actions.

After passing this hurdle, life is still bright and sunny, full of expectations, and everything is brighter.

Losing your parents does not mean you have nothing. You will find that there is true love everywhere in the world. You still have dreams and friends. Please believe that there will be a rainbow after the storm.

Woman: Since you understand everything, why do you still commit suicide?

Let us encourage each other, make progress together, and face a better tomorrow together.

Man: That’s right, okay.