$RAVE The candlestick chart looks like this, reminding me of the river outside my house when I was a kid.

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Every summer when the water rises, the adults stand on the bridge looking down, watching how high the water gets. There are markings on the bridge piers, and the mark of the highest water level from last year is still there. The elders say that this river has been around for decades, and no matter how high the water gets, it never overflows that mark.

RAVE’s 1 yuan is like that mark.

Everyone is watching. When it’s at four yuan, they don’t look; at three yuan, they don’t look; when it hits one yuan, everyone gathers around. The bridge is full of people—some taking photos with their phones, some pressing calculators, some already throwing stones into the water, trying to test the depth.

The water ignores them. It continues to flow downward.

The markings on the bridge piers are gradually submerged, one by one. Ninety cents, eighty cents, seventy cents. The people on the bridge start to step back. Those taking photos stop, those pressing calculators stop, and those throwing stones put their hands back in their pockets. They’re not afraid of the water; they realize that this river doesn’t recognize any decades-old high-water marks. It flows wherever it wants to.

Dog Village crouches upstream, holding a cigarette in his mouth and gripping the sluice gate. He neither opens nor closes it; he just twists it now and then, making the water fluctuate wildly. He’s not in a hurry to drain the reservoir; he enjoys watching the expressions of the people on the bridge. When the water rises a little, someone smiles; when it drops a little, someone curses. He finds this more interesting than fishing.

I squat on the bank, take off my shoes, and dip my feet into the water. It’s cool and refreshing. A big brother next to me asks, “Brother, do you think this water can rise back up?”

I say I don’t know; I’m not a hydrological station.

He asks again, “Then why are you sticking your feet in the water?”
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I say, “To test the water temperature. If one day it suddenly gets warm, I’ll put the other foot in too. If it gets colder and colder, I’ll put on my shoes and leave.”

The big brother thinks for a moment and also takes off his shoes.

We just sit there, watching the water flow downstream. Dog Village twists the sluice again upstream, causing the water surface to ripple, not knowing whether the next wave will rise or fall. The people on the bridge take out their phones again to start taking photos.

The river is still that river. The water is still that water. It’s just that the people standing on the bridge and those crouching on the bank are no longer the same group.
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