Wanjie takeaway

Wu Shulan was choked up by his rare tone, and said, "The female student in that story must not be a good person!"

Fu Snake chuckled and said, "Ah, of course, she is indeed a big villain."

He paused, slightly puzzled, and asked, "Do you think I can tell stories about good people?"

Wu Shulan was speechless for a while, snorted, rubbed against Weidao, and stopped talking.

Fu Snake waited, seeing that he didn't seem to be ready to speak anymore, and continued before saying: "People who are disliked always have something to be disliked. This sentence is often said among human beings. I don't think so. I agree very much, but this sentence is needed in this story, and it is actually quite suitable for the female student in the story.

I think no one would want to live in the quagmire all the time.

Not everyone is like a lotus flower, which emerges from the mud without being stained.

More, such as the female student in this story, she has completely turned into the color of the quagmire, and even, worse than this.

She didn't want to admit that she was ugly and inferior. At this time, there must be a reason, or a way to divert attention.

Her attention shifted to the mentally handicapped.

Disgusting, fat, disgusting one.

She attacks each other.

That mentally handicapped person lived a very good life, no matter how poorly he did in the exam, someone would praise him, and no matter how ugly or disgusting, someone would defend him.Especially the retarded pair of parents.

The female student was scolded disheartenedly. This time, others can be just because she did something wrong.

But what about when she did nothing wrong?

Who cares?But he deserved it.No one cares about her, and it doesn't matter what she thinks, but she has harmed the interests of others, so others start to take care of her. She can't accuse others of meddling, because those people are just acting bravely.How could she get along with a disgusting and dirty person like her?

The female student later transferred to another school.

It is not known where she ended up going.

It stands to reason that she should die, but there is no shadow of her in the second half of this story.

Speaking of which, the mentally handicapped family is very rich, there are not many people, and the care is thoughtful.

But this kind of thing is extremely annoying.

Because of mental retardation, I usually can't go out.

For a more specific reason, the story did not say that one day, the retarded man took medicine and died.

The corpse was thrown from upstairs, smashed to pieces on the ground, messy, and covered with a piece of cloth.

A few people came, turned around, and left.

The body had already been picked up.

At first, some people avoided the place where the corpse fell, but later they got used to it, and few people knew about it.

Later, this road became less and less popular, and the story started again. Although the corpse was not here, it seemed to be in the hearts of some people who passed by here. "

Wu Shu let out a sigh: "It's really disgusting. The story and people are dirty, and you can't tell it well, it's ugly."

Fu Snake smiled and didn't care.

Wei Dao squinted his eyes, patted Wei Jiaojiao on the head: "Continue."

Fu Snake began to tell the third story: "This is the story of a novelist.

This author dropped out of school early, stayed at home, refused to go out, was very socially phobic, and hated all social activities and crowds.

I also hate all the events that have to go out and the traffic arteries where people come and go.

Staying at home all day, neighbors said, young people do not learn well, do not do things, and are lazy to do something.

When I was out, I took out the garbage at the door of my house. Passers-by saw it and didn’t speak. They just took a look with their eyes. The meaning was unclear. Two men, one elbowed the other, so both of them looked over. It seemed to see some weird monkey that had just escaped from the zoo.

Disgusting.

When the author of the novel wrote this sentence in the novel, he couldn't help writing it a few more times, and finally deleted it.

Not a word is too much, not a word is missing, everything about myself is hidden.

Said nothing.

This author is very quiet and has a very bad temper. When there is no one, his mood will suddenly collapse, and he will get better after a while. He hates answering the phone, but this author is not an orphan. After the phone call, I would cry and laugh. At first I remembered to suppress my voice, but then I didn’t suppress it, or I forgot, and I couldn’t be bothered to restrain myself when I thought about it.

Cry because you are sad.

Laugh because it's ridiculous.

Crying to death for myself, and laughing so sickly for myself.

Every time I want to die, I just want to die, but I don’t have the courage, I think about it, I dare not die, I just want to die.

However, day after day passed, the author was still alive, still wanted to die, still didn't die, and still hated himself.

What's the point of living like this?

It's just a waste of food, air, land occupation, and garbage.

The author has not been out for a long time.

But the house is only so big, and the author is poor and miserable, and has no more money for a new and bigger house, nor for better clothes, better shoes, and a bunch of daily necessities.When buying things, I always say silently in my heart, looking for the cheapest.

Looking around, it takes a lot of time, a lot of electricity bills, and I feel sad for spending money and not sleeping.

When I woke up, I felt annoyed, blamed impulsiveness, and wanted to go back on my word. I repeated it several times, as if I was playing tricks on the businessman.

Because there are always some things that have to be done, for example, for a web novel author, updating is necessary.

Another example is eating and sleeping. Even if you don’t eat today, don’t eat tomorrow, don’t sleep today, and keep your eyes open tomorrow, after a day or two, you still have to sleep and eat.

The author bought a lot of sugar, put it in the house, took a bite after washing in the morning, and regarded it as breakfast.

I forgot to cook at noon. There is no second person in the room, and there is no cooking robot that is smart enough and cheap enough to appear in this room. The author took a bite of candy, so there is no need to cook at noon.

At night, it’s already dark. It’s hot in summer and there are mosquitoes. When going from the bed in the house to the kitchen, I have to turn on two lights, one in the kitchen and one on the bed. However, the electricity bill will cost more, so I can only turn on one.

One is in bed, so there is no need to go to dinner, and the other is in the kitchen, but he is reluctant to go to bed and does not want to go out, so he stays in bed and eats a bite of candy.

After a few days like this, count the days, check the balance, there is still some money, you can order takeaway, the author ordered takeaway, and when the food is delivered to the door, he also marked it in the □□ note in advance, please do not knock on the door, please do not be late ,Thanks.

When the author got off the bed, he almost lost his footing. His knees hit the floor. He didn’t plan to lay floor tiles because he needed money. He was so poor that he couldn’t live. How could he have more money to lay floor tiles? ?Isn't that for the sake of losing face?What's more, no one else will come. If you come uninvited, you are called Liang Shangjun, not a guest, you don't need to entertain, and you don't need to care.

However, the decoration company insisted on sending floor tiles. Seeing that it was only a small amount of money, after barely paying, after the calculation, it would take another month, so let's lay it.Eat sugar with water for the first half of the month, and white rice with pickles and spicy radishes for the second half of the month.

Or, when you are hungry, cook the soup with chicken bouillon, crack an egg, fry both sides to golden brown, and when the edges are slightly burnt and slightly brown and black, you can finish eating.

Sometimes, if you have more money, you can buy some ham sausage. You can eat it by peeling the skin, and it is more tender when boiled. You can add meals every day.

Sometimes, seeing that the money is running out, the author seems to have green eyes from hunger, and spends the money all at once, like running water, and it disappears. At this time, he can do anything and spend money. I placed an order for everything I wanted to eat but didn't buy. After hesitating for a long time, the words engraved in my heart came out again: save money.

I didn't buy any expensive ones, and I didn't have any money.The express delivery that has not been delivered will be returned, and the takeaway that has not been started will be unsubscribed.Back and forth.

Later, I saw that it was a takeaway, 12 yuan nine.There are rice, meat and vegetables, and the supply is limited.

The author boiled water at home, cooked rice, and waited. He arrived four or ten minutes after writing. It took nearly an hour to hear movement outside the door. He rushed over and saw that the delivery man hadn’t left yet. He was waiting for the elevator and had to wait for someone. After leaving, the author went to open the door, waited and waited, but the delivery man left, and the neighbors came out again, one old and one young waiting for the elevator.

The water boiled and the rice was ready. The author stood by the door and peeped out, finally waiting until the two people over there were finally about to leave.

The author opened the door, with a gap of more than 20 centimeters, stretched out only one hand, pulled something, quickly put it away at home, and closed the door with a bang.

It was still not closed, and the neighbor on the opposite side also opened the door. When one opened the door, a person walked out to see how the author stretched out his hand and how he came back.

For ordinary people, of course it doesn't matter. For a patient with severe social phobia, it is probably to the extent that he almost died on the spot.

The author sees the other party appearing within the line of sight, his mind is empty, he just wants to close his hands and close the door and run into the house, run to the bed, draw all the curtains, cover him with the thickest, longest and widest quilt, stick it against the corner of the wall, and block it with a pillow. On the head, shivering, dying to go out, out of breath, sweating, flushed cheeks, and not wanting to pull the quilt to a corner to get fresh air.

Even if I suffocate myself to death, I will never go out.

It is best to use a wooden box, cover it well, lock it tightly, never go out, the key is sewn into the flesh, large and small locks are hung outside, all kinds of ways to open, never, never let anyone come in, let no one Find out, don't be seen by anyone, don't be approached by anyone.

However, the author is a coward, scared to death, and starved to death. When he saw a person, he was startled, his eyes were darkened, his legs were weak, and he didn't know how he could stand up. I tried my best to grab the takeaway, but the takeaway box almost got stuck. I bumped it a few times, but I didn't hear it at all. "