The twenty-five two living people, absurd and nonsense funeral

Qiu, in the cemetery of civilians, Li Xiaodao knelt in front of a new grave. He knelt down like this without words. The grave belonged to Yuan Ling. The shock, excitement, and complex mood made her die, and she died before Li Xiaodao remembered her.

Next to Yuan Ling, there is a newcomer with a long name, but she has an abbreviation, Eva.

It was foggy, and a wheelchair came along the slate path. However, the owner of the wheelchair seemed very calm. She was very unskilled, but she did not get angry.

"What, Dia, what do you think humans are for predators?"

With his eyes closed and knelt in front of the tomb, Li Xiaodao asked in a prayer-like tone.

"Ah, it's a kind of food."

Solemn and sacred, Dia in the wheelchair seems to be a priest who is conveying divine teachings, but it is cruel and ** naked truth.

"I really want to give you a scratch."

Li Xiaodao stood up and looked at Dia in the wheelchair.

"Yes, if you don't hurt more than me."

Dia's blue eyes were motionless to Li Xiaodao, and the unrepresible smile seemed to melt into a faint sadness.

A slap in the face left a blood-red fingerprint on Dia's pale left face.

"It seems so. I hurt more than you."

Li Xiaodao replied with a sneer, grabbing his chest and facing the sky. Is it destined to make him unable to see the day clearly at this moment and faceless?

"Xiao Dao, tell me what my mother is like."

Suddenly, Dia asked with a crying voice. She faced Eva's grave, but she couldn't say a word. Maybe she had already blurred the woman's position.

"I don't have a mother."

Li Xiaodao grabbed Yuan Ling's tombstone and replied with a long sigh. Even if he knew that Dia asked, it seemed to be the first time to answer this question.

"So, your answer is more true to me."

Dia lowered her head and replied, took out a paper bag and began to eat stinky tofu.

In this untimely move, Li Xiaodao felt that the big red clothes that were a little out of line were more dazzling.

"I don't know, I don't know."

Li Xiaodao shook his head, and he couldn't understand the word at all.

"Forget it."

Dia sighed softly.

"Yes, how long are you going to stay?"

Dia slid the wheelchair and asked in front of Li Xiaodao.

"At night, there are a lot of people during the day. I'm a little scared."

Li Xiaodao replied.

"Real? That's just right. Go to the cinema with me."

Dia said.

"What movie?"

Li Xiaodao followed the inscription on Yuan Ling's grave, followed it with his fingers little by little, slowly felt it, and asked casually.

"A twisted, boring and clichéd love movie."

Dia continued to chew the stinky tofu with a big mouth, and answered crookedly.

"That's good. I haven't seen it yet."

Li Xiaodao suddenly smiled and agreed.

"Eh, what will you eat then?"

Dia suddenly asked.

"You."

Li Xiaodao responded in a serious and rigid tone.

"My legs can't move, and I don't know if I can move in the future."

Dia laughed and gave Li Xiaodao a pot lid. He said happily. His voice was so loud that even the monkey in the cemetery was scared away.

"That's not right. Isn't it more enjoyable to work with disabled people?"

Li Xiaodao also laughed. I don't know what he is laughing at. What is a disabled person?

"That's just right, just right, swung, lifted the wheelchair, I lay on the ground and struggled to climb out of the threat range of your ugly thing, but in the end I couldn't escape the doom of being violated. It's interesting and interesting. I don't think a place like a cemetery is very suitable for this kind of scene?"

Dia began to imagine more crazily. She didn't understand what she was talking about. Would Li Xiaodao still understand?

"Real, that's it."

Li Xiaodao untied his crotch and exposed something dirty. It entered the woman's mouth and began to shrug irregularly.

The woman has dementia, with a confused expression and sucking, as if she only hopes that the dirty ** will make her foul mouth more dirty.

Excited or indulgent.

Knowing that when the gate is finally opened and the thick white ** enters the dirty mouth, neither men nor women understand this problem. It may be desire, self-abandonment, or the rejection of death. No matter, at least this problem is absolutely simpler than the question of what human beings are about predators. A lot.

At least, you won't be slapped violently for answering that kind of question.