Come, smile sadly and disappointed, "Wife, I thought you were here to pick me up, but it turned out that I was just blinded."
The good-hearted people next to me are still wondering, why is this still talking to himself? In the next second, I heard the man complaining, and there was some grievance, "Every year today is your holiday, why don't you come back to see me once?"
Speaking of the back, the man hated and murmured repeatedly, "Why don't you come to see me..."
A chill came from the soles of his feet, and the kind-hearted man fought a cold war, and let go of the man's hand. He didn't dare to stay any longer, and left without looking back.
At about ten o'clock, the young girl closed the shop and got off work. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and looked at the roadside subconsciously, and couldn't help but be slightly taken aback.
The man was still there, crying, silently, with tears all over his face.
No one came to pick him up.
Chapter 69 They Have No Face
Huang Dan returned to the real world with the last box of beer in his hand.
He glanced at the uncle, who was still nagging, and the cigarette beside his mouth lit up and was still a little far from his butt.
Seeing that Huang Dan didn't move, the uncle thought it was too hard to move, so he hurried over to take over, "Young man, I'll come, oops, thank you so much, if it weren't for you, my old bones, I still don't know how to move when."
Huang Dan lowered his hand, "It's okay."
The uncle snorted, and he was evil. How can there be a sadness in this young man in the blink of an eye
Putting the box of beer on top of the trolley, the uncle asked with concern, "Young man, do you remember something?"
Huang Dan said, "Yeah, I remembered something sad."
The uncle put out the cigarette, he sighed, his face was full of traces of time polishing, "Since you are sad, don't think about it, this person, there are miscellaneous things every day, there are more, you can pick some Happy thinking."
Huang Dan just pursed his lips and said nothing.
He couldn't help thinking about it, because the incident was vivid in his mind. First, there was a sharp pain of broken bones and flesh, then a harsh screeching sound of brakes, followed by the screams of the crowd, and a large fog of blood...
Everything is played back in front of my eyes, and the camera is pulled very slowly.
Huang Dan squeezed his fingers. Before he died, he couldn't see the man again, and it was too late to live in their house. His eyebrows were frowned, so sad.
The uncle shouted several times in succession, his face full of surprise, "lady, why are you crying?"
Huang Dan was stunned, he reached out to touch his face, tears in one hand.
I have been standing in place, I didn't bump into it, and I didn't have any wounds on my body. How could I cry in pain
It took a long time for Huang Dan to realize that it was his heart that was hurting.
With an ouch, the uncle hurriedly took out the pocket of his coat, but only took out half a piece of paper that was used. He squeezed it with his dry, dirty hand, and put it back in his pocket, "Young man, come with grandpa. Let's go upstairs, grandpa invites you to drink tea, and the good Longjing is given by someone else."
Huang Dan has already taken out the handkerchief from his briefcase.
The uncle watched the young man wipe his face and hands slowly, exactly like the young master on TV.
He looked up and down, his appearance was very good, and his temperament was even more outstanding, so he didn't think he was dirty and tired, and came up to deal with his good-hearted old man. Even if he was really a young master, he was not a spoiled young master.
No matter how Huang Dan wiped, he couldn't wipe away his tears, and the handkerchief in his hand was wet.
The uncle rubbed his hands anxiously, "Young man, what's wrong with you? Why do you cry more and more?"
Some people came out of the corridor, some people passed by, they all looked sideways and stopped.
The uncle remembered the goodness of the young man in his heart, and was unhappy that he was pointed at him, so he blew his beard and stared, "What's so beautiful, I've never seen anyone cry!"
The few people looked away in embarrassment.
Huang Dan cried for a while, then he calmed down, folded the handkerchief and put it back in the briefcase, "Grandpa, I'm going back."
The uncle looked at his red eyes, and his mood seemed to be dripping. He said worriedly, "Which building do you live in, do you want grandpa to send you off?"
Huang Dan said no, he said goodbye to the uncle, turned around and walked to his residence.
The uncle shook his head and muttered to himself, "I don't know what's going on, crying so sad..."
Huang Dan crossed a winding path, stepped on the wooden bridge over the pool, got closer and closer to the fountain in the center of the small square, then left him behind and entered the corridor unimpeded.
No one was waiting in front of the two elevators. One elevator was going up, and the door of the other was open. Huang Dan hesitated and walked in.