I also encountered this while waiting for the busMental illness,StationJust the two of us. She was on the phone, emotionally talking about something. I thought she might need help, so I looked at her with concern, only to find her phone wasn't open at all, just talking to herself. Later, she grew more and more agitated, starting to shout loudly—the hoarse scream of a smoky woman, her eyes staring straight ahead, as if someone was arguing with her. But across the street was empty, and I sat there in silence, observing her and thinking a lot. Because I was drawn in by what she shouted out, she was probably saying, "Little brother!" Little brother!! I'm sorry! …… (Hunan dialect)" I thought about her possible story—how this aunt, who might have lived twice my age, gradually transformed into her current mental state, and whether such a mental state might appear in my future life...... At the same time, I was thinking about how I could help her (if I were in the same state in some future history, how else would others help me?). I realized that whether her mental illness had relapsed or she got lost, it was only right to record it. So I picked up my phone to take a picture, but she caught me. She turned her neck to look at me. Those crazed eyes and twisted face I will never forget. I hugged my backpack and slowly stepped back like I had encountered a tiger, a huge sense of crisis hitting me. I even prepared myself for the possibility of dying on the spot, until I retreated behind the bus stop and quickly turned to run to several shops. My heart was pounding wildly. Her twisted twists were caused by my act of raising my phone. I had provoked her, which caught me completely off guard. Maybe madness is just like that. I sat on the floor in front of the shop, staring toward the bus stop, frantically sharing my recent experiences with my friend, because it was exactly because we had agreed to go to the cultural and sports center to read, so I took the bus......