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Wei Dao sighed.

Di Weilai pushed the wheelchair, and Wei Dao sat in the wheelchair, becoming more and more drowsy.

Di Weilai pushed open the door and waited for the elevator, Wei Dao dozed off with his eyes down.

The elevator door just opened, Wei Dao shivered, he felt a little cold.

Di Weiliao touched Weidao's forehead and said, "I forgot to add some clothes for you, next time, next time."

Wei Dao twitched the corner of his mouth: "For sure next time?"

Di Weiliao answered with a smile: "Of course not next time."

The elevator door opened slowly, and Di Weiliao was about to send Weidao out, when the elevator suddenly bangs and vibrates up and down once, Weidao opens his eyes and presses the handle of the wheelchair, Di Weilai retracts both Weidao and the wheelchair, the elevator door slowly It dangled in front of the two of them and closed it.

There was another bang, as if the rope at the head of the elevator was about to fall, and the elevator was dangling, Di Weiliao held on to the railing behind him, Weidao pressed the handle, the two of them didn't speak, but they both realized the situation by coincidence.

They are probably going to die.

At this moment, the elevator boomed and collapsed from a height.

Even with something unknown, it fell down with the elevator.

The eyes of the two went dark, and the light in the elevator lost, Wei Dao thought to himself: This time it is slow again.

The elevator finally landed, and both of them lost consciousness.

Wei Dao woke up in bed.

Di Weilai's location seems to be refreshed randomly.

Wei Dao clutched his throat and retched twice, pulled out the infusion needle, and got out of bed skillfully.

Di Weiliao pushed open the bedroom door and stood not far away looking at Wei Dao and asked, "How about I carry you up?"

He seemed worried that Wei Dao would not trust him, and added with a smile: "You saw it before, I have strength, I am faster than you, maybe I can catch up, this time I won't take the elevator, what do you think?"

Wei Dao nodded, his eye sockets were flushed, and red blood streaks bloomed in the white area of ​​the eyes one by one.

Di Weilai looked at him, carried him on his back, and asked as he walked, "You won't fall, will you?"

Wei Dao said angrily: "Could it be that I intend to seek death and make you a murderer?"

Di Wei smiled: "That may not be the case."

Wei Dao could only say weakly: "Then you have to be careful."

Di Weiliao nodded, seemed to agree with Weidao's meaning and said: "Yes, if I carry you up, you will block my way and sight, if I carry you on my back, I am worried that you will fall asleep for a while, Regardless of whether you slide down by yourself, I can't drag you up the stairs, the flat ground is fine, I'm afraid the stairs will knock everyone to death."

Wei Dao twitched the corner of his mouth, and reluctantly replied: "Shut up."

Save your energy and run faster.Don't be halfway, I have to go by myself.

Di Weilai didn't speak any more.

Sure enough, Wei Dao gradually became sleepy and couldn't keep his eyes open.

Di Weiliao went up to the top floor, put the person down, shook him, he also relaxed, and asked with a reddish face, "Who are you looking for?"

He doesn't seem to know.

Wei Dao said, "People."

He opened his eyes, his eyelids were trembling, he stared around and searched around, but couldn't find it.

He thought for a while, and suddenly wanted to laugh, so he got up and went to the edge of the floor to look.

Di Weilai seemed to want to help him, Wei Dao waved his hand.

After walking two steps, Wei Dao said: "You stand still, wait for me, I'll read it before I talk about it."

Di Weiliao hesitated for a moment, but did not stop him.

Wei Dao walked to the edge of the top floor and looked down, but there was no one there.

He rubbed against the side again, and fell headfirst.

Di Weiliao was startled, and when he rushed over to lend a helping hand, it was already too late.

Wei Dao fell completely, and his whole body was shaking, as if he thought he had become a dandelion seed.

The kind of plants that scatter everywhere when you blow it.

Wei Dao waved to Di Weiliao, and looked down, the ground was not far away.

Snapped.

It seems that it still doesn't work.

Maybe, there is something wrong.

When Wei Dao woke up from the bed again, he took a little time to think about this question.

As he thought about it, his thoughts began to drift away involuntarily.

Di Wei is obviously already involved, I just hope that after Wei Dao leaves here, Di Wei will not think about it.

It's best not to think of a single thing that happened here.

Judging from the previous situation, Wei Dao thought, Di Weiliao obviously has some reserved memories.

Maybe it's all about Wei Dao's preserved memory.

This is not a good thing.

There is a high probability that this is Wei Dao's dream, and dreams do not pay attention to logic and rules.

But one day you will wake up from the dream.

It doesn't matter whether someone else is involved or not.

Wei Dao can't always live in his dream.

It's like a contract worker who works all day, it is impossible to have time to have a dream of his own every night, not to mention that this "dream" is the kind that can be adjusted by himself, which is even more impossible.

Wei Dao can adjust his dreams, but he doesn't want to go out, this is subconscious, he must go out, because there are things waiting to be completed, this is the intertwined urging of practical meaning and responsibility.

In other words, Wei Dao entered a dream and couldn't get out easily. It was not something that could be done by thinking about it.

In his dream, he is more like a comber who perfects the products of his subconscious mind. If the dream is a big net, he is the weaver, the hunter, and the prey.

Whether you can go out or not is up to you.

He is the only master of the dream, and the only prey of the dream, everything else is incidental.

If he wanted to go out early, or obtain some normal and safe dreams, he had to find a way to leave.

If you want to leave, you have to obey yourself. This self is not the self with clear consciousness that is active in the dream, but the self that creates the entire dream and hides behind the world. This kind of self is a part of Weidao, uncontrollable in the dream, and cannot be controlled Affected by the state of Wei Dao, it will only become stronger, not weaker, only more unreasonable and crazier, and will not suddenly become normal, polite and quiet.

If the quiet and polite "Guardian" appears in front of you, it is a scam.

Wei Dao only needs to act according to his own ideas before he can leave, provided that he completes and successfully completes what he wants to do.

in a dream.

If he leaves here, those implicated by him will naturally not suffer anymore.

In other words, there will be no relationship or intersection with him anymore, and Wei Dao will have no way of knowing what will happen at that time, so there will be no cause and effect with him, and he will not be recalled by the other party's body after accidentally absorbing the memory.This is enough.Wei Dao has only so much hope.

Whether it can be realized is not certain.

Wei Dao sighed.

Di Weiliao opened the door from the bedroom and entered, saw Weidao sighing, and asked strangely: "The weather is not bad today, are you in a bad mood?"

Wei Dao looked at Di Wei, and carefully looked at the other's expression, but unfortunately, he couldn't see clearly.

Therefore, Wei Dao smiled at Di Wei and said, "No, I'm in a good mood, but I want to go out."

Di Wei nodded and said with a smile: "Okay, I'll take you out, where are you going? I'll accompany you."

He added: "I have time."

Wei Dao nodded: "Well, can you give me a pair of shoes now?"

Di Weilai blinked, looked at Weidao's bedside, and smiled as if suddenly enlightened: "I'm sorry, I didn't plan to entertain guests before, and I didn't prepare any more shoes for you, only my used ones, not new, It’s not just washed, so I can’t give it to you. How about I use a wheelchair to push you out? It’s the same, anyway, you just need to go out, don’t you?”

Wei Dao blinked, tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision, in the foggy vision, he smiled at Di Wei, "Okay."

He covered half of his face and said, "It's better to hurry up, I don't think this state is suitable for waiting."

Di Weili nodded, went out, and came back quickly, as if he had found the wheelchair outside the room before, and was waiting for Wei Dao's answer.

Seeing that Wei Dao's condition was indeed not good, Di Weilai's eyes fell on the infusion needle and the back of Wei Dao's bleeding hand again, he sighed in his heart, picked him up, put him in the wheelchair, and pushed the four little ones The wheel took Wei Dao out.

Wei Dao took a breath in front of the elevator, frowned and said, "I want to go up."

Di Weiliao didn't seem to hear clearly, leaned over and asked, "What?"

He made an air of listening.

Wei Dao took a deep breath and said loudly, "I, go to the roof!"

Di Weiliao heard it, he smiled nonchalantly and said: "I see, why are you shouting so loudly?"

Di Weiliao clenched the handle behind the wheelchair, standing in the shadows, and said to Weidao, "I'll take you downstairs."

Wei Dao was like a balloon that had been punctured by a needle. He was suddenly discouraged and slumped in a wheelchair, frustrated and helpless.

He didn't want to try the feeling of running up an unknown number of stairs barefoot and possibly being late again.

In this kind of thing, there is no positive effect.

Wei Dao sneezed, and the elevator door opened.

Wei Dao slowed down, Di Weiliao pushed the wheelchair and Wei Dao out of the first floor.

Wei Dao continued a few more times, and then slowed down, Di Weiliao pushed Wei Dao out of the community.

Wei Dao began to cough: "cough cough cough——"

He couldn't open his eyes, partly because the light outside was too bright and strong, and partly because of the exacerbation of the disease, he reasonably suspected that it might be pollen allergies or something.

Di Weilai sighed and stopped walking.

Wei Dao took a breath, inexplicably feeling that his body might still have a chance of asthma, even thinking about it makes people feel suffocated.

He can feel it now.

To die or not to live.

Di Weilai took out a wet tissue, wiped Wei Dao's face carefully, and rubbed Wei Dao again with a soft handkerchief, as if cleaning a motionless doll.

Wei Dao felt his body was shuddering.

Probably feeling cold, shivering from the cold, wanting to wrap up all the clothes tightly, fasten all the buttons and zippers, wishing to find a box with no gaps to lock myself up from the cold, feeling hot at the same time, wanting to take off naked Clothes, shaved hair, and immediately hid in the ice cellar away from all light and heat.