She was dubious, what more to say, just opened her mouth and was blocked by a chicken wing.

"If you don't eat it, I'll eat it up." Shang Muxiao said, pulling a box of chicken nuggets from the children's meal to him.

The little girl was in a hurry, grabbing the chicken wings with one hand, and reaching for the chicken nuggets with the other hand: "No, leave some for me!"

After lunch, I drove Yang Youling to Yang Haiyang, and went to the ward to visit Yang Haiyang's mother.

The aunt is in good spirits, but her face is still a little pale. Seeing that Yang Youling had a Band-Aid on her forehead, she asked her what was going on.

Yang Youling said the cause and effect, and the aunt was distressed, blaming Yang Haiyang for why he let the children learn such dangerous things.

Yang Haiyang touched his nose and did not defend himself.

"It's not dangerous." Yang Youling said with a serious face, "I have to learn it myself, it has nothing to do with my father."

Yang Haiyang's mother gently scratched the tip of the little girl's nose: "You know how to speak for your father. Fortunately, there is no disfigurement, otherwise when your father and Aunt Yunrou get married, you will attend the wedding with a little flowery face and see if everyone smiles or not. you."

"They laugh at me and make me uncomfortable, so I will scold them!" Yang Youling akimbo, describing the sturdy.

I:"……"

When Yang Haiyang and the others heard what the little girl said, they all found it interesting and laughed. However, I could only stiffly lift the corners of my lips, unable to laugh from the bottom of my heart.

In the future, Shang Muxiao will never be allowed to take care of children, he is too easy to lead people to bad...

Back in the car, Shang Muxiao, who was dozing off with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes, straightened the seat back and sat up.

I started the car and exited the parking lot. Out of the corner of my eye, the person beside me leaned against the door, motionless, and seemed to be going to sleep again.

I got up at seven o'clock today, took a detour to pick up Yang Youling, and arrived at the racecourse at about nine o'clock. Shang Muxiao arrived earlier than us, and he never got up late. After finishing his meal, I was afraid that he would be "drowsy".

Turn down the music in the car, there are not many cars on the road on weekends, and it takes more than half an hour to enter the community.

After parking the car, I saw that Shang Muxiao was still awake, so I reached out and pushed him.

He woke up frowning and asked in a hoarse voice, "Arrived?"

"Um."

He looked around, yawned, and opened the door to get out of the car.

I stopped him: "Wait, give me your bank card number, I have the money to pay you back."

He turned around in confusion: "What money?"

He doesn't look very awake yet.

"Money for the telescope," I reminded him. "Two hundred thousand."

He wiped his face: "Oh, you sold my telescope... Why, your roommate's father won't change his lungs?"

He also heard the call at noon. With the IQ he was admitted to Qingwan University, he should have understood what happened.

I didn't want to argue with him again, so I didn't answer his question, just repeated: "Give me the card number."

"I can't carry it." Rubbing his neck, he said with a strong wake-up air on his face, "Stuck at home."

"Then you go back and send me."

"Oh." He got out of the car, slammed the door shut and left.

Finally, I don't have to be nervous anymore, I exhale a little, and just as I was about to open the door and get out of the car, the passenger door was pulled open again.

Shang Muxiao went and returned: "How can I send you if you blocked me?"

His tone was obviously not very intense, but I could hear the meaning of "accusation".

Since what he said was true, I had to take out my phone, dug out his number, and canceled "Block this caller number".

After the operation, I showed him the screen of my phone.

"All right."

He glanced, nodded, slammed the door again and turned to leave.

But I don't know if he forgot about it as soon as he got home, and I didn't get a text from him until the next day.

On Sunday afternoon, according to the appointment time, I came to the rehabilitation hospital to try on the exoskeleton equipment.

In addition to my physical therapist, there were also technicians sent by the exoskeleton research and development company to explain the functions of the equipment to me.

The exoskeleton is smaller than I imagined, with a black body and only a square area protruding from the waist, where the battery and motherboard are located. If you wear a coat, you won't be able to see it if you don't look carefully.

"This is the battery, usually just plug it in and charge it like this..." The technician put on the device for me and patiently taught me how to use it, "Theoretically, the battery can be used continuously for twelve hours, and it will take about five hours to recharge after it is used up. .If it suddenly gets stuck and short-circuits, don't worry, just restart it."

As he said that, he attached a piece of wire, the size of a palm, like an electrode pad, to my waist. The cold touch was a bit strange, and I couldn't help but shiver.

"This is primary waterproof, light rain is no problem, but it can't be drenched all the time..."

The physical therapist handed me two elbow crutches and said, "You haven't walked for more than ten years, and you may suddenly not know how to walk. This is for you to gradually adapt to it. Once you get used to walking, you can Don't use it anymore."

I held the cane, tightened my fingers, and suddenly felt a little nostalgic. He was calm before, but now he is uneasy for no reason.

Can it really be successful? Through such a thin metal skeleton... I can stand up?

"Are you ready?" the technician asked.

"Okay." I nodded towards the technician.

The device was turned on, and the exoskeleton supported me below the waist. When sensing my intention to "stand", the joints stretched a little bit, and lifted my knees up with strong mechanical force, forming a "standing" posture. process.

It's a feeling that is too magical to describe in words. For the first time in more than ten years, I can actually stand, so relaxed, so casual, and not embarrassed.

"Go ahead, come, try to take a step forward." The technician guided me.

With the crutches, I slowly lifted my right foot, took a step, and followed awkwardly with my left foot. After completing "first step", I looked back and probably only moved 20cm.