[Tingfeng AU] For a moment

If I praised him for being good looking, I take that back.

This guy has ADHD, and I keep hearing a few miles of clanking and little thumping noises coming from somewhere.After turning my head four or five times at the sound, I resolved to get my reflex mechanism under control.

He was just rummaging through the luggage and sorting it out in a crazy way.

He changed his shirt again.The dirty white one was not thrown into the corner, but hung on the back of the chair with the dirty side facing out.

I sat on the chair the whole time, and didn't move anything except my neck.

I heard the sound of the locker opening and closing at the back, the sound of rubbing and moving items, and then there was a "clang" and a sound of gasping, followed by "clang" and "crash".

I managed to control my reflection of the sound from the object, but his hiss made me turn my head back.

He was rubbing his shoulders, and on the ground was a small suitcase that had been smashed open.

I wasn't interested in that box, and I couldn't get too close to him who smelled like fresh meat, so I simply took the opportunity to look out the window.

The foggy windows can't see in from the outside, but you can barely see the outside from the inside.

It seems that the sound insulation performance of the aircraft is good, and the outside is still very calm with such a big movement.

He was also looking out of the window nervously, and the cabin was rarely quiet.

After a while, I heard his relaxed breathing, and when I turned around, he had squatted down and started to rummage through other people's luggage.

This man is horrible.

But after I defined him just now, his eyes lit up, and he happily took out a... something similar to a chocolate bar.

Well, that is.

Who will remind me again why I can't eat him?

I don't remember how many times I imagined myself rolling my eyes, but now I want to roll them again anyway.

Forget it, he probably hasn't eaten since yesterday, maybe even worse.Although I have been very hungry, in fact, my digestion speed should not be fast.

Because I had a fat companion who didn't eat anything for about two weeks, and I didn't see him slim down. I just remember that he died because he was too hungry and rushed too far.

He tore open the wrapper, stood up and approached me, holding the thing up in front of me.

I don't eat this stuff, it looks like crap to me.So I shook my head, got up from my seat and walked around him.

He caught up to stop me, frowned and said, "Where are you going?"

I'm tempted to ignore him like yesterday, but I think if I don't explain, he might actually die.

So I made a simple gesture.

I pointed to him, to the seat, to myself, and to the door, and then I gritted my teeth together.

He pursed his lips and stood still.

I wouldn't mind eating one of his arms if I didn't bite him and turn him sick.

He didn't mean to get out of the way, but I didn't have the patience to wait for him.

I shoved him away with the outside of my arm, at least that side was cleaner and he probably didn't need to change anymore.

I was walking outside the door, when I heard footsteps approaching and far away behind me, he held me back and said, "I'm with you."

I want to roll my eyes.

Our food types are different, you see, my eating will affect my appetite.

God, how am I supposed to tell him that!

I couldn't think of a way, so I stubbornly repeated the action just now.

He raised the dirty white shirt in his hand: "I can go with you. If I have this dress, those guys won't find it, will they?"

What he sees is you and those guys.

But I am one of those guys.

I shook my head and thought hard about how to express it, then pointed to the door, pointed to myself, walked forward a few steps, turned around and walked a few steps.

I will be back.

He is still shaking his head.

I feel like I'm losing control of my appetite.

If there is one emotion I must have, it is probably irritability?Seeing but not being able to eat, hearing sound but being trapped, these similar things will make us irritable, and our strength and speed will all improve.

I looked at him, and he looked at me, and took a step closer with his clothes in his hands, his voice sounded aggrieved: "William, I won't leave you."

No matter who he mentioned, that person is dead.

What's the relationship between you two?Why are you following a guy like me so persistently?

I wanted to frown and speak, but there was a low whimpering sound in my throat, and I couldn't spit out other syllables.

Had to give up.

Then I repeated all my movements firmly, and opened my mouth to him just as he was trying to follow.

I am really irritable.

I don't know why I haven't eaten him yet, I don't know how I restrained myself from taking a bite of him in so long, I just know that it's torture to be in the same cabin with him again.

Oh, torment.

Can I still have this emotion?

I turned around, opened the door a little and walked out. I knew he was following me. When he tried to open the door wider, I tried to close the door back with more strength from my irritability.

His shoulder and one arm were stuck in my way, still clutching the dirty shirt.

Then he called the name in a low voice.

William, William, William.

Damn it, it's not certain that he will attract the attention of his companions outside if he makes a sound again.

I snorted twice at him irritably, but the next moment I felt that my voiceless throat became clearer.

"……you……"

Only one word.

I saw his wide-eyed appearance, pointed at the cabin while the iron was hot, and repeated: "...you..."

Then I just pushed his arm back and closed the door.

I can actually say the word "you".

I was no less surprised than the people inside.

Not daring to stop here, I stumbled into the square and bumped into a wandering companion with my shoulder.

Then I yelled "you" in a low voice to every passing companion.

What surprised me even more was how few of them could answer me.

One of them is saying "hungry", and the other... seems to be in Canadian language, anyway, I can't understand it.

Maybe it was because we were too noisy, so we all started to stir a little bit, and some wandered outside the collapsed wall first, probably because the road was uneven, because the next few people fell down, and the sound of bricks clattering successfully knocked them away. We lead over.

I didn't see the man following behind.

This is simply wonderful.

Leaving the empty airport, we arrived in a familiar-looking place around mid-afternoon.

The reason I remember it is because I seem to be able to vaguely hear the sound of the cans shaking again.It's that store.

There are two more of our new companions nearby.It's so pitiful, one of them's stomach has been completely emptied, but his brain has not been eaten, so he still becomes like this.

I think it is impossible for him to feel a little bit full again in his life.

If I go any further, I'll soon see that poster.

I think the person who can have a poster posted, he should be a star.

But this time I was left behind.

I didn't walk out with my partner after being drawn to the bloody store by the soda can.

I was holding a dirty white shirt in my arms, and when I pushed him back, it was probably out of surprise that he dropped it and didn't notice.

I wandered the store slowly by myself, and there seemed to be some canned food rolling down on the ground inside.

I have no way of knowing if it’s overdue, and I don’t even know what year and month it is.

But I picked it up and threw it in my shirt anyway.

Then there was a "bang".

...Why is the hole in this shirt so big?

I stood there looking at the big slit on one side of the shirt and the three smaller slits on the other end, feeling a bit tangled.

How did you tie the knot?

TBC.