"Need not."
Without thinking about it, I refused, stretched out my hand to Shang Muxiao, and motioned for him to return the phone.
"Have you thought about it? It's hard to get a car at this point near here." He looked into the rain, and his eyes fell on a black Hummer parked not far away.
The pitch-black behemoth stood in the open space like a monster, with a full sense of existence.
"Finally drove a 'big car'."
I continued to reach out to him, unmoved.
He snorted, threw the phone back to me, and backed away to the wall.
The rain is still falling, and I don't know when it will end.
It was as if the entire Qingwan car had bypassed here, and it was as if I had been pulled into a blacklist of refusals without knowing it.
Shang Muxiao put his hands in his pockets, leaned against the wall, and looked into the rain curtain for a long time.
I don't know why he didn't go, but he just didn't. Not only did not leave, but also quiet like a mass of air.
I'm not sure if he's in a daze, or he's enjoying the rain, or more virtuous - see my joke.
As time passed, I lost hope of getting a taxi and stopped looking at my phone.
"I said, it's hard to get a taxi around here."
Just sighing a little tiredly, the Shang Muxiao seemed to be paying attention to my reaction all the time, and said some schadenfreude words.
The hardship I suffered today will be counted on Shen Luoyu's head in the future.
"Come over here." I stuffed my phone into my jacket pocket.
Shang Muxiao tilted his head and looked over: "Huh?"
The protracted tone was not a surprised tone at all. I'm sure he heard it and understood it, just wanted to hear it again badly.
And say no to the second time, it doesn't really make a difference to me.
Derailment is the difference from zero to ∞, and the same should be true of showing weakness.
"Come here and go." I looked at him, chin up toward where the Humvee was.
Shang Muxiao stood up straight, with a triumphant smile on his face, took two steps forward, then stepped back and stretched out his hand towards me.
"Give me an umbrella, I hate rain."
It's okay if he doesn't explain, but once I explain it, I can't help but think.
Handing over the umbrella hanging on the armrest of the wheelchair, I asked hesitantly, "You didn't have to give it to me because of my umbrella, right?"
He held the umbrella body and smiled at me: "So what?" After speaking, he twitched suddenly, opened the black umbrella and whistled into the rain.
The black Hummer stopped in front of me, Shang Muxiao got out of the car and opened the rear door, looking like he was welcoming the big driver.
Although I still feel a little bit in my lower limbs, Shang Muxiao's car is too high to get up on my own.
I suspect he just got it right, watch my joke here.
Standing still, I didn't move for a long time, and the dark carriage was like the mouth of a giant shark, opening sinisterly towards me. Either way it's telling me it's not a good idea.
"Need help?" Finally, Shang Muxiao seemed to have had enough of the show, and decided not to disguise himself as a human-shaped mushroom attached to the door, and extended a helping hand to me.
He glanced at You Sen's "Giant Mouth", and then at Shang Muxiao. It's not a good idea, everyone knows it, but I'm still going to have to throw myself into the trap.
"Excuse me, help me." I held out my hand, showing weakness again, and found myself getting used to it more and more.
Even with the help of Shang Muxiao, the process was still not smooth.
Twelve years ago, a serious car accident damaged my spine and paralyzed my lower limbs, and my legs were completely paralyzed from that day on. I had already accepted the reality and realized that I was destined to be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life.
For the first two years, the doctor asked me to actively rehabilitate, thinking that although I could no longer walk as freely as a normal person, I might be able to stand for a while and occasionally walk around the house with crutches.
I didn't think it was any better, but my parents insisted that I had to start a painful recovery. Then, all attempts ended in failure. For the first time in my life, I realized that not all hard work pays off. And the untold disappointment on my parents' faces was more torment than the frustration of failure.
Reconstruction is terminated and I no longer make any efforts. It only took two months for my parents to go from being angry at first to giving up on me completely.
In hindsight, they may have figured it out in two months. Instead of wasting time on me, a waste person, it is better to have another child, retrain, and be more reliable. So the next year, Beiyan was born.
"I can't walk like you do."
If I had known today, I should have paid more attention to rebuilding.
Half of my body weight was on Shang Muxiao's neck, he was brought to the side by me, and he supported the wheelchair handle with a twisted posture, and his tone had begun to become impatient.
"Then you can think of a better posture." I hooked his neck with both hands, trying to keep myself from falling, but just the second after my voice fell, the whole person became light, and before he could react, he was caught by Shangmu Xiao. He hugged him horizontally.
I stared at him in shock, unable to say a word.
"This posture is good." He smiled and escorted me firmly into the back seat.
When it was implemented, the overly frightened heart slowly returned to its normal rhythm.
"How do you accept this?" Shang Muxiao asked, groping for the wheelchair structure.
I came to my senses and instructed him how to properly fold the wheelchair. He quickly got the hang of it, putting away the wheelchair and stuffing it in the trunk.
After giving him the address, he set up the navigation and we never communicated. Whether it was the conversation about "opportunity" that day or everything in the support group just now.
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, gradually forming a pouring trend. Except for the regular mechanical sound of the wipers, there is nothing else in the car.
I opened my phone and looked at the weather forecast. The probability of thunderstorms at night is close to 80%. It seems that the rain is still going to fall.
It took half an hour on the way to enter the underground parking garage, and Shang Muxiao took me directly to the elevator.
When I got out of the car, he still carried me down. This time, I was mentally prepared, and I remembered to say thank you to him.
But what surprised me was that after Shang Muxiao put me down, he didn't drive away immediately, but locked the door and stared at me.
"What?" I asked him, frowning.
"I'm a little thirsty, can I go up and have a cup of tea?" His tone was like the dead child who walked into a convenience store and asked the boss for McWhirlwind, which was confusing and taken for granted.
"I'm sorry, I can't." I flatly refused, and then controlled the wheelchair to go to the elevator. After walking out for a while, looking back, he found that Shang Muxiao actually followed.
I turned the wheelchair to face him and reiterated, "I said, no."
"I heard." With his hands in his denim jacket, Shang Muxiao looked a little rascal.
I've even figured out his subtext - I hear it, but so what? Can you break my leg so I can no longer follow you
I can not.
I looked at him for a while, but there was nothing I could do about him, and I simply ignored him.
Shang Muxiao just followed me, took the elevator all the way, went upstairs, and came to the same door as me.
When I unlocked the door with my fingerprint lock, he leaned against the door and looked at me.
"Aren't you defensive at all?" He seemed incredulous. "What if I want to kill people and get rich?"
The door opened for a while, and I looked at him oddly.
"You drive millions of cars and take my money?"
He may have also realized that this matter is a bit unreasonable, and said in a different way: "Then... lose color?"
Opening the door, I listened to him and laughed.
"You told me not to hit you a few days ago."
When I entered the room, I turned on all the lights in the living room. When I turned around, Shang Muxiao came in by himself.
"Your house... there are so few things." He looked around, and his words were already very polite. I think he should have wanted to say "shabby".
I live alone in this house, with a total of more than 50 square meters. It has one bedroom and one living room, and the space is limited. It is not suitable for a wheelchair to pile things at home. I always only buy necessities.
"Let's go immediately after drinking the water." I didn't say anything, went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, and went back to the living room to see that he was studying my telescope.
"Don't touch it." I patiently reminded him and put the water glass on the coffee table.
"I can't see anything." He turned one eye to the goggles. He didn't see anything after looking at it for a long time, and felt boring. He decisively gave up the "toy" and sat down on the sofa.
"It's raining today, and the clouds are so thick that you can't see anything." I tried hard to justify my telescope.
"What can you see when the weather is good?" Shang Muxiao asked as he raised his water glass.
"Star."
"Star?"
"It's an astronomical telescope."
He nodded, not much interested.
Suddenly, his jacket pocket vibrated. He frowned and took out his phone, hesitating for a few seconds, and finally connected.
"sister."
I still remember how violently his mood shifted the last time he got a call from his sister. This time, it seems to be a bereaved dog that has been soaked in the rain.
"Well, I know, it's raining... I'm outside, I'm..." He glanced at me and said without changing his face, "At a friend's house, he will accompany me. No... Not Yin Nuo and the others, but new acquaintances friend."
I remember the name Yin Nuo, in my elective student list, it should be one of his two classmates.
Five minutes later, Shang Muxiao hung up the phone. He watched the phone go out for a while, then looked out the window again.
The raindrops slanted on the glass windows, rendering the neon in the distance into colorful spots.
"I hate rain."
"I hate rain too."
Shang Muxiao raised his eyebrows and looked over with a suspicious look on his face.
"There are no stars when it rains." I pointed to the Celestron, which was facing the sky, and explained, "Although I can't travel around the world, I can fly in the universe."
"Sounds interesting." He said insincerely, and he sank into the sofa and wrapped his arms around him, "Let me stay for a while, and I'll leave when the rain stops."
Obviously, drinking water is just an excuse.
I looked at the time, it was half past ten at night. Driving the wheelchair, I decided to leave him alone and go to sleep on my own.
"Don't forget to close the door when you leave."
When he reached the door of the bedroom, his hand touched the doorknob, and the voice of Shang Muxiao came from behind.
"Professor Bei, I changed my mind."
I looked back at him.
Shang Muxiao closed her eyes and leaned on the sofa cushion. This sofa was purchased by Shen Luoyu for me. Although it was useless for me, she said that the guests would definitely like it. Once she sat down, it was like sitting in the clouds, and she didn't want to get up at all.
I don't know if Shang Muxiao is in such a state, but his voice does sound drowsy and confused.
"I think, I can accept your unspoken rules." He said lazily, slowly opening his eyes. Contrary to the sound, there was no sleepiness in his eyes, and he couldn't be more awake.
He actually regretted not taking my "opportunity".