handicapped god, 666

It's been too long since Gao Tianyu and the others don't know anything about the game, they don't even know anything about the forum.

After being reminded by others, Gao Tianyu and others went to the forum to watch, and only then did they know that the incident of Ding Yang being hacked had reversed. Yexian and the others were probably out of anger, and a group of people came to surround Ding Yang.

"Catch the thief and say we dig a hole to frame her? What a face!" Gao Tianyu said angrily.

He Xuye was also very angry, but not as obvious as Gao Tianyu, the smile on his face was gone, and he was worried about Ding Yang's condition in his heart.

I don't know if Han Lin found Ding Yang...

At this time, Ding Yang was shrinking helplessly at home alone.

His condition is not as bad as it was at the beginning, but the problem is that he had his family by his side at that time, but now, he can only bear it alone.

Just as Ding Yang was trying to curl up his body to feel the insignificant sense of security, the ear-piercing electric bell suddenly rang.

Ding Yang was taken aback, like a trembling lamb, looking at the door with a face full of fear, wondering in his heart, and had no intention of getting up to open the door.

The doorbell stopped after ringing a few times, followed by a knock on the door.

"Little Yang, open the door!"

Ding Yang stared blankly at the door, and instantly recognized the voice of the person outside, but he still refused to open the door. Although he felt lonely and helpless, he didn't want to show his fragility in front of others. The mood made him unwilling to move at all, so he could only bury his head between his knees again, like an ostrich, pretending that he didn't hear anything, but he was still looking forward to something in his heart.

The sound outside stopped after a while, probably because no one responded for a long time, so I gave up.

Ding Yang shrank back, feeling a sense of loss in his heart. When he realized his emotions, he felt that he was too hypocritical, but even so, he still couldn't control his depression.

He... After all, it's good for him to bear it alone.

When this thought emerged from the depths of his heart, there was another movement at the door, but this time, it was... the sound of the lock being unlocked? !

Ding Yang raised his head in astonishment, and saw a figure rushing in from the door. Who was that tall and straight figure if it wasn't Han Lin?

That usually serious face was now full of worry.

worry?Are you worried about yourself?Ding Yang stared blankly at the other party, with a longing that he didn't even notice appeared in his eyes, causing the other party to walk towards him quickly.

"Is your brother okay?" A male voice suddenly sounded, and a figure walked in from behind Han Lin.

Ding Yang knew him. He was the guard in the lobby downstairs. He was a middle-aged man who was cheerful and would often greet the residents here. He had a good relationship with all the residents in this apartment building.

At this time, the other party also saw Ding Yang sitting on the ground, and was obviously taken aback, "Are you okay? Shall I call an ambulance for you?"

Ding Yang was taken aback when he heard the words, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't say anything, and his heart flustered for a while.

"No, if it's too serious, I'll send him there, Mr. Guard, thank you for opening the door for me." Han Lin stopped, turned and said to the guard.

The guard looked at Ding Yang, saw that he was still conscious and had no intention of objecting, so he nodded, "Okay, if you need any help, just call me in the guard room, and I'll go downstairs first. "

Han Lin thanked him, and after the other party left, he walked up to Ding Yang.

Ding Yang was sitting on the ground, looking up at him, because Han Lin couldn't see his face clearly because of the backlight, but what came to mind was the worried look on his face when the other party entered the door just now.

Lowering his head, Ding Yang suddenly felt a sore nose, as if finally someone was with him, he could vent his emotions wantonly, or even feel wronged, making people want to cry.

Han Lin looked at the huddled man on the ground. He squatted down in front of Ding Yang, raised his hand, and rubbed his head lightly. In addition to worry, there was an indelible gleam in his eyes. Distressed.

"Does it hurt?" He looked down at Ding Yang's uncontrollable twitching fingers and asked in a low voice.

Ding Yang's body shook, and he subconsciously put his hands in his arms, trying to hide his fragility.

It's just that the emotions that have collapsed a long time ago, how can they stop when someone is with them?

Eye sockets turned red, Ding Yang sniffed, and after a while, he responded in a low voice, "It hurts."

It's just one word, but it contains endless grievances, which makes people feel even more distressed.

Hearing this, Han Lin got up suddenly and was about to leave, but Ding Yang, who had noticed it, pulled him back.

It was a completely subconscious action, as if he didn't want Han Lin to leave, but forgot the condition of his hand, he raised his head suddenly, and a trace of pain flashed across the already fragile expression on his exposed face.

As soon as Ding Yang felt the pain, he quickly withdrew his hand, and then buried his head between his legs.

He knew that he must be very embarrassed now, the bangs on his forehead had long been soaked with sweat, as if he had been picked up from the water, his whole body was dripping wet, for some reason, he just didn't want the other party to see .

Han Lin bent down again, and gently touched Ding Yang's head again, his tone was different from usual, "I'll get some hot water for you to warm up."

As he spoke, he wanted to get up again, but before he could take a step, Ding Yang suddenly said, "It's useless."

Han Lin put down his raised foot and turned to look at Ding Yang, but Ding Yang still hung his head and refused to raise it.

"Hot compresses can relieve the pain." Han Lin thought that Ding Yang didn't want to leave by himself, so he added, "It's all right."

But Ding Yang still shook his head, "It's useless."

The repeated words were spit out again, but there was silence again, without any intention of explaining.

Han Lin stared straight at Ding Yang's drooping head with dark eyes. After a long while, he squatted down again, but this time he sat down directly.

"Doesn't it hurt?" he asked again.

Probably because Ding Yang answered it once before, this time Ding Yang replied quickly.

"pain."

"Then hot compress?" Han Lin asked tentatively.

"It's useless."

The same words three times were not "don't" but "useless". Han Lin's eyes sank, as if he had sensed something, his mouth moved, but in the end he didn't ask anything, didn't insist anymore, just quietly In front of Ding Yang, just sitting like this.

Obviously there were no words of comfort, nor any physical communication. Just feeling the presence and warmth of the other person, Ding Yang's heart seemed to calm down gradually. Those unwillingness and grievances gradually subsided. down.

The twitching hands stopped at some point, the cold sweat no longer appeared on his forehead, and the pain in his hands gradually weakened. Perhaps Ding Yang had exhausted all his strength due to his previous patience. Until this moment, when he finally relaxed, A wave of fatigue surged up unexpectedly, and when Han Lin sensed something was wrong, Ding Yang had already fallen asleep.