Zombies are self-improvement

Liu Wanlin saw black lines all over his head, and couldn't help but itch with his fists.

The two were busy until the sun was high.The location here is empty, although there is sun, but because it is winter, a gust of wind blows through and cools the heart.The aunt at the side provided hot tea in an organized manner. Yuan Yuandao was handsome and lovable, and the cup in his hand had never been cold.

Yuan Yuandao's zombie body has no sense of cold and heat. While registering, he passed the cup back when he saw it was full. Liu Wanlin took it honestly, held it in his hand, and warmed it up a lot, maintaining order from time to time .

When the aunt saw it, she smiled and said, "How about I make you another cup?"

Yuan Yuandao shook his head with a smile: "No, my brother and I don't pay too much attention..."

After filling out the last column of the form, there was a monk's robe on the table.

Yuan Yuandao: "Name?"

The other party didn't speak for a long time, he raised his eyes and saw that this was a skinny monk.

"Name..." Yuan Yuandao paused the tip of his pen on the form, raised his eyebrows, and jokingly said, "It seems to be Xiaosan..." He rubbed his chin as if he thought this idea was a good idea.

The thin monk was in a hurry and wanted to snatch the pen from his hand.

Liu Wanlin coughed lightly, and the two became more serious.

"Dharma name can't be found..."

Yuan Yuandao wrote down as he said, since there was still a team behind, the skinny monk left after filling out the form. Anyway, the two of them had time to talk in the same place.

The corner of Yuan Yuandao's mouth hooked slightly: "The next one."

But when he thought of Uncle and Xiao Ling, the traces of Weigou were erased again.

The departure of these people is like a series of dull pains lurking under his skin, but any thought of it will trigger a burst of sadness.Sometimes Yuan Yuandao can't figure it out, why are they dead?What's more, why should there be an intersection with him? Without him, the uncle and little spirit might be eating in a corner now, living their zombie lives in a daze.

This idea is very extreme, Yuan Yuandao knows it, but he can't help it.

"What did you say?!"

Looking into Yuan Yuandao's eyes, Liu Wanlin saw the desolation of being defeated.But he still spoke clearly: "Dr. Yuan is gone. He died for the country and died with honor..."

He slowed down his tone: "Xiaodao, you and I..."

Yuan Yuandao opened his lips a few times, and he grabbed the clothes at his heart with one hand, feeling very uncomfortable.

Soldiers returning from the simple canteen in twos and threes walked through the corridors. They were laughing or talking, but they all subconsciously kept quiet when they passed by Liu Wanlin and the others.

Yuan Yuandao lowered his head, revealing a section of dead white neck. He bowed his waist as if he was fighting with some trapped beast in a corner, and an atmosphere of pain and despair spread all over his body.

Liu Wanlin's outstretched hand almost touched his back, but he stopped in midair.

Because he heard Yuan Yuandao ask:

"Brother Wan Lin, do you think I am a disaster star?"

Yuan Yuandao slowly raised his head, his face was pale, his eyes were indifferent in despair, despair of reality, indifference to himself.

"Brother Wan Lin, you said it would be great if I was directly bitten to death, but they were the ones who died, and I was the monster who lived, I couldn't even cry, the pain was so painful that I wanted to cut my heart out with a knife... ..."

Liu Wanlin hugged him tightly, regardless of how many people in the corridor were looking at him: "Don't be afraid, you still have me."

"What should I do if you are bitten to death? I guess I will be a bachelor for the rest of my life, and no one will follow me Wanlin brother Wanlin yelled, and no one gave me a lighter. If you can't cry, just yell." , I will shout with you, Xiaodao, don’t scare brother..."

Yuan Yuandao closed his eyes and took a deep breath, the rich sweet fragrance permeated his nasal cavity, as if he had gained some support, he suddenly relaxed, and hugged Liu Wanlin back: "Brother Wanlin."

"Ah."

"Brother Wanling."

"Ah."

"Liu Wanlin."

Liu Wanlin hugged Yuan Yuandao tightly, his resolute outline softened, he inserted his hand into Yuan Yuandao's hair and stroked it gently, and whispered: "I am here, I have always been here."

In the clear sky outside the corridor, a group of unknown birds flew away, turning into the size of black dots, and then disappeared into the boundless sky.

In the afternoon, Liu Wanlin stayed in the dormitory with Yuan Yuandao, but was called away by Xu An on business grounds.Liu Wanlin was relieved, so he called the skinny monk to accompany Yuan Yuan and said, "He likes to be stubborn, so you can help persuade him. Forget it, you should stay with him silently."

The thin monk inexplicably felt that he was disgusted, and immediately went to Yuan Yuandao after thinking about his strength.

There were very few people in the dormitory, the door of Liu Wanlin's bedroom was ajar, and Yuan Yuandao was sitting on the bed and wandering.

The skinny monk coughed and walked in.Seeing him, Yuan Yuandao patted the bed, and the skinny monk took off his shoes and covered himself under the quilt.

Yuan Yuandao didn't speak, just immersed in his own world, with a dazed expression on his face.

The skinny monk couldn't stand the heaviness, so he began to talk about how he had practiced in two months, and he rolled up his monk's robe while talking, revealing his clear abdominal muscles.

But Yuan Yuandao ignored him.

He put Yuan Yuandao's hand on his abs.

When Yuan Yuandao came back to his senses, he saw the thin monk grinning at him with big white teeth, and touched his abdominal muscles casually. The thin monk hid from the cold, and then said: "The meat is tight and tender, two pieces, one piece." Steam a piece of braised braised."

The thin monk didn't push back, because he found that Yuan Yuandao was quite lost, and he felt powerless even when he teased him.

"The matter of life and death has always been unsatisfactory."

Seeing Yuanyuan looking at him, the thin monk curled his lips: "This is what the abbot told me. In fact, you are no different from me back then. We have all lost important people. Because they are very important people, when we When we are not protected well, we will resent ourselves, and there are many factors of resentment..."

"This kind of guilt will lie in ambush, and suddenly hit you hard when you are not prepared..."

"But there is no way. No matter who dies, you or I will be gradually forgotten without distinction. Everyone is moving forward. Even if the walking is painful, it can still make the dead feel at ease."

Yuan Yuandao continued: "The dead are gone, but the living are like this. In the book "To Live" written by Yu Hua, the old man's relatives all died, but he survived in the end. He remembered the names of those people, The life experience is told as a story, and the life becomes the scenery in the eyes of others.”

"That's right." The skinny monk's literacy is all for chanting scriptures. He has never read these books, but at least Yuan Yuandao can speak such a long paragraph. He encouraged, "You should also live seriously, remember The name of the dead person, tell the experience as a story, and live the scenery in the eyes of others!"

Yuan Yuandao finally smiled, feeling as if he could see the moon through the clouds. He patted the thin monk on the shoulder: "It looks like a master."

The skinny monk scratched his bald head and said embarrassedly, "Really? Then I'm one step closer to Ji Shi."

Yuan Yuan is far away, but he has no intention of underestimating it.He looked at the monk in front of him, if he went to help the world now, he wouldn't feel that it was wishful thinking, or that he had a second attack.

The general environment of the last days is too harsh, and death is used to urge people to grow up.

But he should also be stronger.

"Are you free tomorrow? I'll take you to see Xiao Ling and Uncle."

The skinny monk nodded.

The thin monk said: "Okay, let me recite the mantra for them a few more times."

Yuan Yuandao nodded with a smile, he would rather believe what is true or not, if they are lucky they will have another life, I just hope it will not be as turbulent and rough as this life.

The sun was slanting outside the window, and the skinny monk hid himself in the quilt and refused to come out. He asked dazedly, "Liu Wanlin treats you well, like a younger brother. He's not as permeable as when he was with me..."

Yuan Yuandao was about to speak when he saw the door opened, and Liu Wanlin walked in, with a dark face, and knocked on the skinny monk: "I'm fat, dare to arrange me?"

The skinny monk covered his bald head, hissed in pain, lifted the blanket, put on his shoes and left.

As he walked, he wondered why the two were called brothers with vicious mouths. When he turned around and closed the door, his jaw almost dropped to the ground when he saw Liu Wanlin asking in a gentle voice.

——This is simply a double standard!

Liu Wanlin used his actions to implement double standards. He bent slightly and lowered his head to kiss Yuan Yuandao's forehead.

Yuan Yuandao closed his eyes meekly and raised his head.

thump—

The door was slammed shut by the skinny monk.The skinny monk blushed and was at a loss, why was he so embarrassed when he obviously did not do bad things?

Yuan Yuandao and Liu Wanlin are together?

The answer is yes, otherwise why kiss the forehead so sensually!

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah……

I can't calm down just thinking about it... two men... kissed.

"What did you say? Liu Wanlin is bent?" Wen Jing waved her hand at Xu An as if she had heard a funny joke, and said, "If Liu Wanlin looks like a straight man with a cancer, if he is bent..."

Xu An leaned against the edge of the table, put his hands in the pockets of his padded jacket, looked at the dust flying in the sunlight in front of him, and continued, "Then don't keep catching him..."

There was silence in the corridor.

Wen Jing's breathing was disordered, and she was a little sad, and said: "Okay, if he bends, my previous affairs will be turned over."

The two were wondering how to verify it, when the skinny monk came over.

Xu An said: "How is it?"

The thin monk said: "They are kissing." In order for them to understand, the thin monk walked in front of Xu An, raised his head slightly in front of Xu An who was a head taller than him, and then put his palm on his forehead above for a better understanding.

Xu An pushed his face away with a palm, looking very disgusted.

After hearing this, Wen Jing thought to herself that she hadn't run away. Looking back now, Liu Wanlin could only get a slender silhouette.

It's a little funny that the grievances of several years suddenly become a little sad after such a bend.

The god stepped down from the altar and woke her up from the dream.When she woke up from the big dream, she suddenly understood and regretted it.

Why did I cling to that obsessive dream in the first place? I wasted a good time in vain, and I also failed Xiao Xiao's love.

The snow in the distance has melted, and the wind is still cool, but a little greenery has recovered, and it is already the beginning of spring.

——It has been more than a year since Xiao Xiao left.