Global Gaowu: What’s wrong with being in a wheelchair? You can still destroy gods with one finger

Li Qiyu's home is an old community.

At night, the visibility is very bad.

There are few street lights in the community that are on.

Frequently, a wild cat or dog will run past your feet without paying attention. The timid ones will often be frightened and burst into a series of top-notch national curses, or they will scream and scream.

Entering the corridor, a musty smell will invade the olfactory organs unbridled. For people with rhinitis, this is definitely a kind of torture.

On the mottled walls on both sides, the red brick core is exposed, and the wall coverings, cement, etc. have also fallen off in pieces.

Li Qiyu's family lives on the first floor. There used to be four families on this floor. I don't know since when, they were the only ones left.

The ground has long been in disrepair and has become pitted. Coupled with the flickering lights, it is common to accidentally sprain your feet or step on the ground.

Walking on it in a wheelchair feels like walking in the Gobi Desert, swaying all over the place.

The key is still a product of the last century. It is made from a metal key embryo. When the lock is opened, it always makes a mechanical clicking sound, like a bone being broken, which is eerie.

Opening the door and turning on the light, a little black cat with a crescent-shaped necklace around its neck ran over, jumped into Li Qiyu's arms, and rubbed it gently with its little head, its hair sticky with rainwater. One lock after another.

Li Qiyu took off his gloves, revealing two thin and pale hands and a bracelet on his left wrist that exuded a green metallic luster.

Li Qiyu scratched the cat's chin, and the black cat turned over, exposing its white belly and purring happily.

This is a very small living room.

There is only a table, a lounge chair and two stools in the simple living room. It feels like they were obtained from a garbage dump or a flea market.

There was a man lying in the chair, covered with a blanket that could not tell the original color. His hands were exposed, holding a picture frame.

In the photo, there is a family of three. The father is tall and handsome, smiling as brightly as the sun.

My mother was so beautiful that her long red dress was like a flame, burning the family of three red.

The mother was holding a very thin baby in her arms, with the skin on her face wrinkled together, like she was holding a small Shar-Pei.

Li Qiyu drove the wheel and came to the side, trying to pull out the photo frame.

Maybe it was the action of taking the photo that alerted my father.

The father opened his sleepy eyes and found Li Qiyu in a daze.

The father rubbed his eyes and put the photo on the table next to him. He probably slept for a long time and his throat was a little dry.

"I came back a little late today. I didn't eat. I'll do it right away."

My father held the armrest of the recliner with one hand and struggled to stand up.

Li Qiyu shook his head: "No, I'm not hungry either. You can continue to sleep."

"No, you still have to eat. Wash your hands. You'll be fine in a while."

As he spoke, his father limped into the kitchen.

There was no food left at home, so I heard my father clanking in the kitchen for a while, then there was a squeaking sound, something was being put into the pot, and soon there was a smell of sautéing green onions.

Li Qiyu smiled and took off his sunglasses and mask, revealing the face he had always hidden.

This is a very white face, so white that it is a bit scary, just like the color left after all the blood in the body of the vampire described in ancient books is drained.

And it is very thin, like a loofah that has been hung under the eaves to dry for a long time. Not to mention oil, even a drop of water cannot be squeezed out.

But his eyes are very beautiful, like the stars in the night sky, two rays of light shooting out from the deepest darkness, traveling through endless space, firm and giving hope.

My father makes noodles.

Li Qiyu could already hear the sound of noodles being pulled out of the paper bag one by one.

Li Qiyu didn't know the taste of milk, but he was particularly impressed by the noodles made by his father. It seemed as if he had been eating them since he was born, and it was his father who helped him grow up.

Just smelling the taste makes my mouth water. Even though I have eaten it thousands of times, I still can't help but want to drink another bowl.

Soy pot noodles are easy to make. Heat the pot, heat oil, stir-fry shredded pork, add cooking wine, Weida Mei, sauté green onions, add cabbage, stir-fry, add salt, add water, and cook the noodles.

Even though it was so simple, Li Qiyu couldn't eat enough. It seemed that what he ate was no longer noodles, but the only memory he had in the past 17 years.

Li Qiyu sat at the table and waited quietly. Soon, three bowls of steaming hot pot noodles were served.

The little black cat jumped on the table consciously and occupied a corner of the table.

Li Qiyu picked up a chopstick, blew on it, and inhaled it into his mouth. The smoky aroma brought a sense of warmth, which instantly drove away the coldness in his body and made him live again.

"Dad, I heard an interesting urban legend today."

The father stopped the chopsticks in his hand, looked at Li Qiyu, and asked while chewing: "What legend?"

"Dad, you eat, let's talk while eating."

Father lowered his head and continued to eat.

"They say there's a monster lurking in the city."

"Monster? What monster?"

"It's a kind of monster hidden in the human body. It may not suddenly appear at any time. It seems to be called... a mutant."

My father swallowed a large amount of chopstick noodles into his mouth and his words were slurred.

"You must have watched too many movies."

"Haha, I think so. Speaking of which, Dad, how did my mother disappear?"

"Why did you disappear... I just disappeared suddenly. I have told you many times. Do you still want to meet me?"

My father always ate very quickly, as if he had developed a habit over the years. After just a few bites, he finished a bowl of noodles.

Li Qiyu shook his head.

My father stood up and went to the kitchen to serve noodles, but the topic was interrupted and could not be continued.

In fact, the answer Li Qiyu wanted was already available.

Regarding his mother, Li Qiyu has asked him countless times since he was a child, and he got the same answer every time.

Li Qiyu's mother mysteriously and suddenly disappeared one day.

The mother did not abandon the father and son. Li Qiyu believed this was true, because every time his father said this, his heartbeat would be calm.

But when my father talks about his mother's disappearance, his heart beats faster. Especially when he mentions mutants today, his heart beats faster than ever before.

Li Qiyu finally knew the answer.

Perhaps one day many years ago, my mother became a mutant, and my father's broken leg was the best proof.

My father comforted himself with his mother's disappearance, but he just didn't want to believe that his mother had died under the knife of a hunter.

By the time his father finished serving the noodles and came out of the kitchen, Li Qiyu had already returned to the house. Only the little black cat was left eating and drinking at the dinner table.

The father held the little black cat in his arms, stroked its furry little head, and looked at the empty bowl with only soup left, as if his thoughts suddenly returned to 17 years ago.

aim--

"Shh--keep your voice down, brother will hear you."