Wanjie takeaway

Wei Dao's eyes were hazy, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Di Weilai sighed and put away the veil.

Wei Dao was still at a loss, with big teardrops welling up recently.

Di Weiliao frowned, and gently wiped away Weidao's tears with his finger bones.

His attitude is ambivalent and gentle.

There are some ulterior secrets hidden in the eyes.

Di Weilai smiled at Wei Dao.

The two were clearly facing each other, but Wei Dao's eyes were blurred, his mind was in a trance, and he was in unbearable pain. He didn't know anything about such a short distance, and crystal clear salty tears were still pouring out of his eyes, while restraining himself from jumping up and going upstairs , while thinking about not just sitting on the bench at the bus station that I saw when I looked down upstairs, maybe it's about the same.

He doesn't know anything.

There are more contradictions in his heart than in his eyes.

The lips, teeth, and mouthpiece are completely useless. They can neither speak nor communicate, and can only be used to relieve pain.

Maybe it's because cold water can relieve pain?

The temperature of the air is always cooler than that of a patient with a fever. It is everywhere, natural, and considerate.

Wei Dao didn't understand why Di Weiliao stopped. He couldn't just wipe away his tears. His eyes might not heal for a day. On the way, wipe away tears a little bit.

That's too weird.

Di Weilai stuck Wei Dao and the wheelchair in the corner, no one passed by around, and the people passing outside couldn't see Wei Dao.

He looked at Wei Dao's eyes looking at him, and thought for a moment: If I dig out these eyes and keep them as specimens, can he give them to me?Or, can I use the specimen... to give him as a gift?Will he accept my gift?

He muttered to himself: "You are seen by others like this—"

People will lock you up, make you cry every day, be asked to perform, be dragged out of the auction, you know?

Di Weilai quickly came back to his senses, he realized that he seemed abnormal, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

He looked at Wei Dao and asked, "What did you just say?"

Wei Dao didn't hear Di Weiliao's muttering to himself clearly, so he squinted his eyes sleepily, with tears streaming down his eyes, and said, "Me? It's nothing."

Di Weilai looked around and asked again: "Why don't I send you over there for a while, and I'll go to the noodle shop and serve you a bowl of noodles?"

Wei Dao said angrily, "I won't eat."

Di Wei nodded: "Okay, shall we go home now?"

Wei Dao said: "Go back by yourself. I'll go back after a while."

Di Weilai felt puzzled: "Where can you go if you're like this?"

Wei Dao was silent.

Di Weiliao realized that he had said the wrong thing, and changed his words: "Okay then. I'll go first, be careful yourself, remember to come back early."

Wei Dao nodded, happy in his heart.

Di Weilai turned and left.

Wade tried to turn the wheelchair and he bumped into something.Not personally.

He tentatively stretched out his hand and touched it. Here is a bench.

It's cold, the one next to the bus station.

Wei Dao pulled the wheelchair and sat here.

He gradually fell asleep.

With four small wheels, the wheelchair turned around and left.

When Wei Dao woke up, his eyes still hurt, but he couldn't find the wheelchair beside him.

He just sat on the bench and stared blankly for a while.

It was already dark.

He seemed to have no one to wait for.

strangeness.

Wei Dao thought: wait a little longer.I'll wait a little longer.

At this moment, a person suddenly fell down from above.

With a hula, the complete person turns into a bloody prickly ball of meat sauce with bones protruding out.

The meridians are like spider webs wrapped around a baseball bat.

And like a ball of wool unraveling around a dying cat.

Wei Dao sniffed, he had a cold and could only smell a little blood.

However, even if he couldn't see clearly, he knew that a person died in front of him, and such a death of a whole person could never have only the blood that he could perceive.

What to do?

Wei Dao blankly opened his eyes and thought.

He doesn't know.

A large crowd soon gathered around.

They stood aside, pointing, talking and laughing.

There are men and women, old and young.

Anyone has it.

Wei Dao closed his eyes, feeling very painful, thinking: Human beings are so annoying.

The people on the side began to approach, they stretched out their arms, pulling Wei Dao to leave.

Wei Dao didn't wear shoes and didn't want to leave.

Why is he the one who wants to leave?

Why can't he stay here?

Humans are all so disgusting.

Wei Dao passed out.

The feeling of those many human arms, fingers, and palms grasping Wei Dao's body has not completely disappeared.

They are like cockroaches that have nothing to do, crawling around in Wei Dao's body, and they seem to be preparing to build a nest and lay eggs.

Wei Dao woke up from nausea.

He opened his eyes, not on the bed this time.

He couldn't see it for a while, and didn't know where it was.

Suddenly there was a person behind him, who suddenly pushed Wei Dao's back.

Wei Dao felt nauseous all of a sudden, and his vision gradually became clearer.

He was squeezed in the middle of a large group of people trying to squeeze past the door of an old and long train.

The crowds were surging.

Wei Dao had no place to stand on. His chest, back and limbs were pressed so close together that there was no gap at all. The stench spread in the air and nasal cavity. It was disgusting, but Wei Dao even bent over. less than.

He couldn't even open his eyes from the smell.

Obviously, the eyes seem to have healed.

Neither tears nor pain.

When Wei Dao was crowded by the crowd and was about to reach the inside of the train, a sharp whistle suddenly sounded behind him.

The crowd paused, and then rushed towards the car door more violently and crazily.

Wei Dao was the first to bear the brunt of the force of the crowd, but he had no luck and almost hit his head on the car door.

It was still a large piece of dark green hard glass with some old-fashioned and mediocre patterns, which seemed to be pasted on it.

Wei Dao's personal strength was not enough to contend at all. When he thought he was about to slam into it firmly, he closed his eyes.

Suddenly a hand appeared from the slanting stab, blocking Wei Dao's forehead, and it turned from white to red, obviously also under tremendous pressure.

Wei Dao opened his eyes, and the other party pulled Wei Dao's hair to indicate to look in this direction, if he could come up, he would come here.

Wei Dao doesn't know, so the hair is fine, it doesn't hurt very much, it's normal to lose hair, the other party might be able to grab a few hairs from his head by the way, and maybe he can recognize who is who.

he can not.

Nothing like that.

He couldn't recognize people.

When he realized that he didn't hit the glass, the hand was placed in front of his forehead to help him block it.

It must have hurt, no doubt about it.

However, Wei Dao's eyes were not far from his forehead. The other party blocked his eyes, and he couldn't see anything.

After the other party's hand left, Wei Dao's eyes could be opened slightly, but this line of sight was not enough.

There are people all around.

He's a little face blind.

I couldn't recognize it for a while.

This is very understandable.

That is, things might get more complicated.

Wei Dao sighed in his heart, wondering if the person waiting in the car was still the unlucky Di Weiliao.

Most people wouldn't be pulled in by him one after another like this.

As far as he knows, Di Wei is still an ordinary person, I hope he can stick around here so that there will be no problems.

Wei Dao can't cure anything here.

He cannot protect himself.

Wei Dao sighed again.

Bang bang bang!

Hearing this voice, many people couldn't help turning their heads to look out, their eyes widened, their speed increased, and their strength increased.

Wei Dao was almost crushed and fell to the ground.

In the end, he was squeezed into the car and passed by the side of the door. He almost had to stick to the door glass all the time.

Standing in the car, it is still very crowded, but it does not have the atmosphere and feeling that so many anxious people squeezed out together outside.

Wei Dao heaved a sigh of relief, looked outside, and there were not many people outside, there were a few casually dressed uniformed people standing outside, with bongs hanging from their mouths and long guns in their hands. The clothes look like soldiers, and they look like scoundrels.

Wei Dao rubbed his eyes, and a person squeezed beside him.

The man first patted Wei Dao's shoulder and then grabbed Wei Dao's wrist, and squeezed over with great difficulty.

Wei Dao put down his hand and looked, it turned out that it was really Di Wei.

He looked at Di Wei, and couldn't help feeling sad, thinking: You are really unlucky.

Seeing that Wei Dao's expression was wrong, Di Wei quickly stepped up and stood beside Wei Dao, looked him up and down, and asked strangely and nervously, "What's wrong with you? Are you injured anywhere else?"

"hiss--"

It's okay if he doesn't say anything, but when the word "injury" is mentioned, Wei Dao suddenly feels something wrong, his back is sticky, as if the wound is bleeding, itches and hurts, and he wants to scratch.

Di Wei knew what Wei Dao was thinking when he saw the change in his expression, he held him down, and said in a low voice: "Your piece has grown for a few days, if you stretch out your hand again, it will fester again in a short time."

Wei Dao hesitated for a moment, nodded, and smiled at Di Wei.

Di Weilai let go of him, and said with a smile, "Why are you so obedient today?"

Wei Dao twitched his lips: "I used to be obedient, didn't I?"

Di Weilai raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Wei Dao pulled Ladi Weilai and asked, "Where are we going?"

Di Weilai looked at Weidao, and asked calmly, "I didn't see it just now, did you get hit in the head?"

Wei Dao said nothing.

Di Weilai said earnestly: "It's okay to be illiterate, it's okay to not hear well, it's okay to not see well, it doesn't matter if you are injured or sick."

At the end, Di Weiliao looked at Weidao, paused for words, and then asked: "Tell me, do you still have a headache?"

Wei Dao let out a cry.

Di Weilai acquiesced that he was still in pain, sighed and said consolingly: "It's okay, it is said that this car was specially found by kind people for us refugees who have no money, no power and no home, got out of the car Let's go rest."