talk.
Yuan, Ye Zhao belongs to the typical type of person who wants to save face and suffer, of course, for him, many things are habit rather than suffering, such as "I can't support it without physical strength, and I am determined not to sit directly on the ground", which is also regarded as him. One of the many urination. However, when there was almost no one in the waiting room, he finally stopped pulling Nie Renyan to accompany him to stand out from the crowd and looked down at all beings. against the wall, sitting next to Luo Xiaochen. Nie Renyan studied it for a long time, and Yuan had picked a good place for feng shui, and planned to sit face-to-face with Ye Zhao and chat in the dark! However, Ye Zhao used his sharp eyes to stifle this idea in the cradle, so he snorted dissatisfiedly, and then sat on Ye Zhao's right hand, leaning against the wall.
Once he really sat down, he felt that this kind of thing was actually not that unbearable. Ye Zhao took out his mobile phone and checked the time. There were still a few minutes before seven o'clock. Feeling sleepy, he put the phone back in his pocket, leaned the back of his head against the wall, stretched his long legs straight, looking relaxed and stretched, and then closed his tired eyes from the phones in the waiting room.
Nie Renyan turned his head to look at him, put his hand next to him into his own, and closed his eyes against the wall.
Fang Siyuan, who was sitting between Xia Zhiming and the wood, suddenly said: "I don't know how fast this fog corrodes the wall. If we melt the load-bearing wall, we will not be killed by the fog, but we will also be smashed. dead?"
Luo Xiaochen fiddled with the bandage on his hand, which was about to be broken by him, and said, "The wall is still quite thick, and it should last for a while. It's not bad to be able to leave a whole corpse after being crushed to death."
Fang Siyuan was distressed: "I was crushed to death first, and then melted together with the ruins?"
Luo Xiaochen: "Damn it, let's solve it with a single xing."
Fang Siyuan wanted to open his mouth, but was chipped by the wood, covered his head and closed his mouth.
Xia Zhiming didn't want to discuss what state he would die in at all, so in order not to let these two people lead the topic in a strange direction, he interrupted: "Speaking of which, what kind of genus is this fog? Reinforced cement and the like are all different materials, how do you feel that it corrodes at the same rate?"
"I don't know." Luo Xiaochen shook his head against the wall, "Everyone says that the way of heaven is normal, what is the purpose of putting down such a thing? At present, I feel that it attacks indiscriminately! There are also some mutated animals, What's the point of eating a lot more? Don't you panic when you eat too much? When you become a fat man and have trouble moving, you have nowhere to cry—"
Xia Zhiming: "Stop! Hes—how come the words get into your mouth, and the direction becomes more and more crooked? You, the old man, should close your eyes and shut your mouth to sleep."
"I am clearly thinking seriously." Luo Xiaochen pouted.
They didn't discuss anymore, but Ye Zhao said to Nie Renyan attentively: [Being close to the wall, the sound of the fog corroding outside seems to be able to hear a little more clearly, how about you?]
[Well, I have been