P. 27

Take every day as the last day to live. Since you are going to die tomorrow, why can't you indulge yourself? Since you are going to die tomorrow, why not cherish today? Since you are going to die tomorrow, leave your troubles to tomorrow.

In the past, I also felt that I lived enough. At the age of seventy -six, I saw the changes in the society. But when he died, he found that he had a lot of reluctance. The long story is not to say, the last sentence -you are still young, you have to live well. "

Live ...

It sounds simple, and the words are small, but it is unexpectedly difficult to do.

Pass the car and press the elevator floor. After ten seconds, the elevator stops. With a "ding", the door slowly opens on both sides.

As soon as I got out of the elevator door, I saw the "behemoth" paralyzed at the door of my house.

He was sitting on the door, and he was soaked, and he didn't know if he was frozen, his face was white, and his lips lacked blood.

I really want this dog to listen to Mr. Huang Lao's letter.

He closed his eyes slightly and didn't know if he fell asleep.

"Shang Mu." I came to him and asked him softly.

He moved and opened his eyes a little bit. don't know if it was because the other colors on his face were light, and his eyes were particularly dark and dark.

"You finally come back ..." He rubbed his forehead and tried to sober himself.

"Why do you get here?" When I saw him, my hands were painful unconsciously.

He raised his head, his back was on the door, and his voice was full of exhaustion.

"I came over, but it was raining halfway. My sister was not at home and should go to that man again. I have no place to go, you can take me." His hair was still dripping, and there was no dry on his body. It can be said that the embarrassment is to the extreme. I only know each other with him, but he naturally looks like we are old friends.

I should drive him away, and there is nothing good to meet him, but he will never listen obediently, and he can't enter the door by blocking the door.

Anyway, it is the brother of Yang Haiyang's girlfriend. He is also a teacher -student relationship with me. He is not right now.

"Advanced house."

Shang Muyu stood up and gave up beside him.

I opened the door into the house and was about to turn on the lights. A lightning fell out of the window, and then the sound of thunder.

"My mother died in such a rainy day." Shang Muyi walked to the window and looked at the rain outside. "She took everyone away and threw me into the rain. I patted it desperately. I want to enter the house and never get any response. The rain is so heavy, I am so cold, I don’t understand why she has never liked me. Later, my sister returned from school, the driver hit the door, and they found her in the studio. . She wore a white skirt and slept well. I have seen it. She looks calm and gentle ... "

He was flat, but I was frightened.

I remember Yu Xixi said that when Shang Lu's wife died, Shang Mu was only five years old?

No wonder he hates rain like this. A five -year -old child, any sad memory is enough to become the shadow of a lifetime, let alone so tragic.

I didn't know how to answer for a while, and forgot to go to turn on the lights, just settled in place, looking at his back.

"As long as it was raining, my sister would worry about me, but she didn't even call today. She was not the most concerned about me." He turned around and leaned on the window. Saying no undulating, "The only gem, I am going to lose."

Rich people will not care whether his property is less than a dollar, and poor people may want his life for one dollar.

His eyes made me uneasy, and this anxiety was not out of fear or worry ... it came from the sourness of the heart.

"You take a shower first, I go to find the clothes you can wear ..." I avoided his eyes and got into the bedroom with one end.

I raised my hand and pressed the chest, but for a while, the sour dissipation, and the restlessness faded away.

Why can't humans control the sovereignty of more body? I sighed silently.

I finally found a set of pajamas that could be worn by Mu Mu. I returned to the living room and heard the sound of the water in the bathroom. I knew he was obedient to take a bath.

Although my house is just one -bedroom and one living room, it is not big, but there are two toilets. One in my room is dedicated to me, the height of the toilet, etc., has adjusted according to the height of my wheelchair, and the other is what Shang Muyi is now using it. It is a toilet for guests.

"Open the door and take your clothes for you."

The sound of the water of the shower was smaller and eventually disappeared completely. After a while, the bathroom door opened, and a hot and humid air came out of it.

Shang Muyi's water dripped in water, regardless of my gaze, so I took my clothes from my hand without any concealment.

"Thank you." He thanked him softly and closed the door again.

I stunned for a moment, took out a bed quilt from the cabinet and threw it on the sofa, raised the air conditioner of the living room, and then entered my own house.

After washing, I swept the door of my eyes, and I was a little uneasy. I went out and looked out.

Shang Muyi's whole person was curled on the sofa, and I opened my eyes as soon as I approached.

His hair was not completely dry, and he was a little humid. His arrogant expression was no longer, and he looked a little well.

"Professor North," he reached out to me, "I seem to have a fever."

I stared at the fingers he stretched over, hesitated, and held it up. The temperature was hot and really had a fever.

"I'll find the medicine."

I turned the box and found a box of antipyretics that had not been expired. I poured water and sent it to Shang Muyu. He sat up, took the medicine from my hand, took his head up, and drank a lot of saliva with my hand.

He lay back, it seemed uncomfortable as if he didn't even want to say a word.

I put the water cup on the side of the coffee table, picked up the quilt on the ground, and stuffed it under him. It was still raining outside. I didn't turn off all the lights in the living room, leaving a dim reading light, so that the environment was not too dim.