Dumb painter giants grudge

The coat is on the floor, the cuff buttons on both wrists and the two buttons on the collar are free, and the watch on the left hand lies quietly beside the pillow.

Roses are gradually dying, but spring is still new.

This scene, Wen Rang... actually remembered that in the documentary I watched, the dissected rabbit was crushed to death in this way.

Wen Rang wanted to raise his hands to cover his face, but Wen Rang was also very nervous.

---------Can't.

---------How can you do this.

—————————A little... nervous?

He Shishen's mental activities at this moment can be said to be colorful, um, not all of them, more mango-colored.

He Shishen lifted the cloud slowly, and saw the rising and falling belly of the cloud.

Wen Rang slapped the opponent's evil hand away with a palm, and stared angrily.

"I want to see..." He Shishen seemed to be a different person, "The kitten's..."

Wen Rang lowered his eyes and shook his head again.

"Red beans." He Shishen panted for no reason.

Wen Rang put one hand across..., then shook his head.

Over the years, He Shishen has been unable to change himself the most. He always likes to ask questions before doing many things. Even though the result later is not in accordance with the other party's intentions, he will also ask politely for his own ideas.

"I think." He Shishen's chest heaved greatly, and the buttons were stretched apart, revealing He Shishen's healthy complexion.

"I want to...and, Kitty..."

"Doesn't the kitten not want to?"

Wen Rang pulled out his hands from He Shishen's restraints, and put them on the opponent's chest.

——————— Too hasty.

"Forehead."

Wen Rang opened his mouth, as if to say "don't."

It seems that I haven't tried to speak for too long, and I have already... Forgot the pronunciation and mouth shape from the meaning.

He Shishen's pupils narrowed, and his gaze stayed on that mouth shape.

—————He was talking about...

—————Is he saying "no"...

The dozen or so seconds that the two looked at each other seemed like a long, long time.

There was no sign, but upon hearing this, two tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

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When Wen Rang woke up that day, what he saw was a ceiling fan on the ceiling.

He was very thirsty, and his breath was not smooth.

water.Wen Rang wanted to ask for water, but he only made a belly sound, with a feeling of stamina.

Am I too tired, Wen Rang thought, why can't I speak.

He wanted to raise his hand, moved it, and felt that there was an iron plate tied to his right hand, and he couldn't bend or stretch it.

He stretched out his left hand again. Fortunately, the left hand could move, but the palm was also wrapped in a layer of gauze. He touched his right hand, and it should be misplaced.

What's that on the neck?He touched his neck, which was wrapped in a thick circle of gauze.

Why, my neck hurts, my throat hurts, water, is there anyone?

Wen Rang opened his mouth, and exerted force in his abdomen, but there was only a slightly hoarse "ah", so small that it was almost inaudible.

Am I still awake, anyone?

Wen Rang wanted to sit up, but when he moved a little, his whole body was in pain.

He slumped back weakly, looking at the empty ward, and began to recall the cause and effect.

How to put it, if there was no such accident, Wen Rang would have been watching the moon at a certain scenic spot.

In the last exam of the college entrance examination, it was raining heavily outside the exam room. Wen Rang finished writing the composition in a regular manner, looking forward to ringing the bell to hand in the paper, and waiting for the rain to stop.

But the rain didn't stop until the bell rang at the end of the exam, which ended the candidates' high school days and also fixed Wen Rang's wonderful and charming youth.

He walked out of the examination room with a sigh of relief, and within a few minutes he received a call from class monitor Song Li—he was at the examination room side of the old campus, waiting for him to come and buy gifts on behalf of the class, and then go to the teacher appreciation banquet.

Wen Rang said yes, let's go right away.

Holding a stationery bag and holding an umbrella, he walked on the road as usual.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the toes of Wen Rang's white sneakers seeped into the water.

After the college entrance examination was over, the intercepted road section was finally cleared, and the traffic volume gradually increased several times. Wen Rang stood at a huge traffic light intersection, watching the number of signal lights change.

The green light came on and he walked over with his umbrella in hand.

…………

For a moment, he couldn't tell what hit what. The strong light pierced his eyes, and he had to close his eyes. His calf seemed to be scratched, and his chin and neck were hit hard.

"cough……"

The umbrella in his hand went to nowhere, and the other hand was still tightly clutching the stationery bag.

"Stop! Stop!"

Then came the whistle.

The rain pattered against the world, it hurt so much.

…………

Wen knew that after Wen Rang woke up, he rushed to the hospital immediately.

Wen Rang was half leaning on the hospital bed in a daze, like a dusty doll.

"Xiao Rang! You finally woke up!" Wen Que sat beside the hospital bed, ecstatic.

"A...ha..."

Wen Rang wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he could only make a slight hoarse onomatopoeia, and he couldn't utter a clear pronunciation.

"What's wrong with you, Xiao Rang? Xiao Rang, what are you talking about?" Wen Que frowned and grabbed the other party's wrist.

Wen Rang pulled the gauze around his neck like crazy, "en..."

"What's the matter, are you talking?" Wen Que became nervous, and frantically tried to stop the other party's behavior, "What's the matter, does your neck hurt?"

The smell made the bloodshot eyes turn red, and she began to shed tears, and roughly untied the gauze on her hands and neck.

"Doctor! Doctor!"

………………

After the incident, on the day of the rescue, Wen Rang suffered severe injuries to his limbs, causing no one to notice that the inside of Wen Rang's throat was damaged. Wen Rang's vocal organs were hit and pressed hard, and he missed the best opportunity for treatment, and eventually lost his voice. ability.

Since accepting this result, Wen Rang is no longer the high-spirited Wen Rang.

It took only a few months for him to go from avoiding everything to accepting everything, and he was still going about his life, going to college and living a lonely life.

He was exposed to sign language and accepted himself.

Many years have passed, and Wen Rang sometimes forgets what he was like in the past.

He would also think of being called out to sing "Farewell" in his junior high school music class, he would remember his name when he introduced himself to others, he would think of his own voice, but he couldn't remember his own voice.

When a thing loses its main function, everyone will forget its existence.

He saw a post on the Internet by a person who had lost his voice and laughed at himself like this: Apart from drinking, eating and breathing, this mouth is just a decoration.

It is always good to see things open, and Wen Rang proved his fearlessness with his tenacity, and he is doing well.

Until today, when the person in front of him rushed forward with such a surge of love.

He hopes that his fearlessness can be stronger, strong enough to dare to respond to the other party's love.