chapter 70 Forgive us, we are too young

I closed my eyes, and the time penetrated my thin eyelids and rippled in my dark world.

I fell asleep and didn't have any dreams.

I have always thought that a rotten person like me would turn into a piece of ashes in the sun and gradually disappear.

But no, on the contrary, I can still sleep so peacefully in the sunshine. Do I think I subvert my understanding of what? Did you feel all the previous feelings... Wrong.

I don't know how long I slept and woke up. It was found that the unique mist in the early morning had dissipated, leaving a midday light spot. I yawned and was going to find a place to eat or something. When I touched my pocket, I remembered that I had no money for the duck last night. I was forced to touch a coin from my trouser bag and came out of the public phone booth that called Xiaoyi in the morning to ask him for help.

It should be past twelve o'clock now. Even if you stay in a hotel, you will check out. That damn boy, shouldn't you continue the room again...

Uh.

I shouldn't be so unlucky.

Thinking of a series of messy things, he stood up from the bench and shook his head. Because the movement was too big, he pulled to the place where the scorched on his thigh was very painful. The pain irritated me. I sat back on the bench again, and my head was dizzy. I looked sideways and saw a long bunch of my hair on the khaki wooden bench. Because the two colors are particularly different, they look very conspicuous.

I always lose my hair, I don't know why.

In the past, Li Luo often laughed at me. If I fell like this, I would become the Mediterranean Sea before I was 30 years old.

I also often doubt whether I have some kind of disease, which may be leukemia or cancer, otherwise how can I lose my hair for no reason? At home, long hair can be seen everywhere. As long as I have been there, it may be the toilet, **, on the sofa...

My aunt also joked with me about my hair loss. I remember that I answered her with a smile at that time. Maybe my hair was afraid that I couldn't find the way home, and I was making a mark for me wherever I went. If I get lost one day, I will turn around and pick it up one by one along the traces of my hair falling on the ground. When I pick up the last one, I firmly believe that I can go home.

I think it's terrible. This belief is a terrible persistence. Just like a belief that you place it too deeply, it will be counterproductive.

But there is nothing I can do. Home is too important to me.

I said that wherever I go is only temporary, and I will come back here after all.

I sat in the chair for a while and made sure that I could walk normally without falling on the road. Then I stood up and walked out of the park door.

At this time, there is no one left. The grandfathers and women in the morning exercise have gone home to have lunch with their grandchildren. The air is beginning to be filled with an unknown thing, which becomes turbid. I'm afraid I don't like it. I feel polluted, even if the world I live in is dirty and hard to breathe.

In this way, I'm afraid I will see more and more clearly how sick I am.

I hide it again and again, but expose it again and again. Over and over again, over and over again, there is no beginning and no end.

I walked to the phone booth that called Xiaoyi in the morning, threw a coin and dialed his phone. It was still the rotten and rusty microphone. My hands trembled a little. I think it was because I was too hungry.

There was a beep sound from the microphone, which was picked up after two small sounds. His voice came into my ear and I felt down-to-earth.

"Did you get up?" My stomach began to colic again, my breathing was unstable, and my hand holding the microphone trembled violently.

I feel like I'm stepping on a black fog and floating. It's that kind of illusory and ethereal feeling, and my chest is stuffy. I know I want to vomit again.

"I got up a long time ago, just waiting for you to call me. Where are you?"

"I, I'm..." My head also began to flash. I don't know if it's because I did physical work and didn't eat last night. My palms were sweating and the microphone was a little unstable. Xiaoyi, I'm... Er..."

It's a pity that I haven't finished talking yet, and I began to vomit.

My vomit was scattered around my feet, and the light yellow transparent ** made me feel nauseous. I vomited in the public phone booth for the second time.

I saw some pedestrians who came and went. They pointed to me and said, "Look at that child, he shouldn't be a drug addict."

Their voices sounded back and forth in my ears, mixed with Xiaoyi's anxious laughter on the phone, and I felt so noisy. If I have the strength, I really yell at those passers-by. What the hell am I going to do? If I have a P-eye, come to arrest me to the drug rehabilitation center...

"Sister, where are you? Hey, hey, Zheng Ai, where the hell are you? What's wrong with you? Are you going to say something? At the critical moment, can you not pretend to be dumb? Silence is not your usual style. Say it quickly. I'll pick you up right away..."

I covered my stomach and grabbed the topic like a life-saving straw leaning against the pillar behind the phone booth, with a completely dependent posture, "I'm on the side of the People's Park. Come on... If it's late, we may really meet in the next life.

"Okay, I'll be here soon. I will arrive within ten minutes, no, no, no, five minutes, you have to hold on. You are absolutely not allowed to sacrifice in advance..."

I didn't want to listen to his nonsense. I hung up the phone and slipped down the support on my back. I knew that I was decadent now. I was really dying.

Are you going to die?

Don't I have the walking corpse syndrome and think I will live forever? How can I?

Why do I feel that death is so close to me every time? Is it that I am too far away from death and I don't really feel what death is?

Death, I said I was practicing in advance. After practicing for so long, I really don't know what's going on, whether to go to another world or disappear forever and enter an unconscious state. Until the earth is destroyed and the universe explodes, it will never wake up.

I feel that my head is in a vacuum state. No, no, now is not the time to faint. If I fainted on this street and lost my face to my grandma's house, if some local TV station reporters with extremely poor and good news make a fuss and take some inexplicable headlines, I will really die.

I pull my hair hard and lose a lot as soon as I touch it. I want to force myself to wake up, at least until I come to Xiaoyi.

But it really doesn't work. I feel that the things in front of me are beginning to blur. An uncle with a cigarette in his fingers passed in front of me, and the red bright spot broke into my sight and was caught by me. I rushed over like a madman and grabbed the cigarette butt between his fingers and poked my wrist.

I heard someone screaming, and then I felt that the world was gradually clear in front of my eyes.

To be honest, this feeling is what I want. I felt that I was going to die, and then I saved myself. I comforted myself that if I don't die in a disaster, I will be blessed, although these have nothing to do with it.

Well, forgive me for being a madman.

I threw the cigarette butt that went out on my skin into the trash can on the roadside, patted the shoulder of the uncle who was still stunned, and said earnestly, "Uncle, smoking is not good for your health."

The uncle simply thought that I was from an alien and stared at me and left quickly.

I smiled and looked up to see Xiao Yi hurried down from the taxi.

I called him, "Hey, Zhang Xunyi, here, here, your beautiful, gentle, beautiful, virtuous, noble, elegant and knowledgeable sister, I'm here."

He heard the shout and his face came to me. As soon as he came to me, he put his arm around my shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Why is your face this color again?"

This is it again... What does color mean?

Are you at the top or something? No matter how you listen to it, I feel that you are describing your sister's face like a color palette.

I was stunned, "What's this and that color..."

The pain in my hand was also obvious. I frowned a little and saw that the scalded part of my hand was flowing with a kind of transparency**.

I know that my injured body will secrete this kind of thing, but I have never known what it is to call **.

My movements were completely imprinted into Xiao Yi's eyes. He also saw the ugly scar on his hand. His voice was about to catch up with Pavarotti, and the car roared, "What's wrong with your hand?!!! Where did you get it!!! Why did I not see you for more than ten hours and you made such a ghost!!!! They all said, what good things have you done!!!!"

Blessed by him, the passers-by who had just dispersed to watch my bustleness gathered around again.

Start pointing again, chirp...

"Yo, look, the boyfriend of the woman who took drugs is quite handsome. I guess he found that she was taking drugs. Why did you quarrel on the street..."

"Oh, I guess her man is also taking drugs. Don't you see that both of them are thinner, especially the woman's face is as white as a ghost!"

"Yes, I also saw that she just robbed a man's cigarette. She should be addicted to drugs..."

Damn it!

I'm really wrong. I really shouldn't have gone around and gossiped about people before. Now that I have encountered this, it's really uncomfortable to be treated like this on the street.

But the two aunts on the street, are your imagination richer? Even if I say bad things, can you please stand a little farther and a little lower voice? Gossip, people need to use Lion Roar. I can only say that you are my sister. I can't afford to hurt you. However, to be honest, it's really wrong for you two to write online novels without such exaggerated talent and quick thinking. Really, there is a shortage of rare talents like you in our industry. You know, it's a talent!