Chapter 133
But just when I turned around and wanted to say goodbye to him, my body suddenly fell backwards involuntarily, like a puppet whose thread had been cut, and the whole thing was slumped.
Oops, I must have missed the exoskeleton's power warning alert...
Seeing that I was about to fall, I had closed my eyes to prepare for the pain, but my body was supported in time by a pair of solid arms.
Mustard! "
When I opened my eyes, Shang Muxiao changed from his previous sluggishness, and his face was full of panic.
Maybe rushed a little, he gasped clearly: where are you uncomfortable? "
I looked at him like this and wanted to laugh a little.
My exoskeleton is dead. "
He was stunned for a moment, then relaxed, hugging me and sitting on the ground.
I thought you fainted..."
I can't go upstairs by myself like this, and the only person I can ask for help right now is the Shang Muxiao in front of me.
Go, help me push the wheelchair in the back seat of the car. "I pushed him.
He frowned, turned his head and glanced at the direction of my car, and then looked back at me: Why is it so troublesome? "After that, he supported my knee with one arm and picked me up from the ground.
I wrapped my arms around his neck subconsciously, but I didn't think this method was that convenient.
Can you be careful in the future, what if you are outside? This time it's okay to have me, do you know how dangerous it would be without me? "He looked sober with fright, and as soon as he entered the elevator, he kept scolding me for my carelessness.
I kept listening silently until the elevator reached the designated floor. Seeing that he had not stopped, I finally couldn't help but speak.
I'd be home long ago without you. "
Shang Muxiao stepped out of the elevator for a while, then picked it up in the next second as if nothing had happened, and said nothing wisely.
Opening the door, he carried me into the bedroom and gently placed it on the bed.
There is also a spare wheelchair at home. I was about to ask him to help me push it over, but he took off his coat and jumped right next to me, closing his eyes.
Chapter 58 You Just Lie To Yourself
Shang Muxiao threw me on the bed and fell asleep. I couldn't move, even if I went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, let alone recharge the exoskeleton.
I can't be trusted to be crazy and drunk...
I stared at the person next to me for a long time, and there were many discordant images in my heart of him taking off his pants and beating him up and crying. He felt nothing, his eyelashes slumped under his eyes, and he slept soundly.
Sighing lightly, I reached out and rubbed his head randomly, took off my coat and exoskeleton equipment resignedly, and read a book on my phone while lying on the bed.
If you had to pick a few epoch-making modern inventions, e-books would definitely be on the list—you can choose the books you want to read anytime, anywhere, wherever your phone is, where your library is.
But I still feel like it lacks some of the joy of touching a physical book. The smooth paper, the smell of ink, and the sound of flipping pages are all things that electronic devices cannot give, and come from the response of books.
Just like a beautiful piece of art, photos also seem to let you appreciate its beauty, but actually holding the real thing in your hand is another experience.
Click on Schopenhauer's "Wisdom of Life" and start reading from the introduction.
Schopenhauer swears that this is a book that teaches people how to be happy, but I bet at least half of the people who read this book will not agree with his point of view because they are stabbed in the foot.
For example, he believes that people who are keen on socialism are shallow-minded, boring and stupid people. Because people with deep thinking have too much of their own, they will no longer ask for it from the crowd, avoid contact with others, and enjoy being alone.
I don't know how many people have been criticized by this paragraph.
For another example, he believes that beauty is very important, and it is also for men.
After reading this, I glanced at Shang Muxiao next to him, his side face was pressed against the pillow, his hair was a little messy on his forehead, and the lines on the lower half of his face were tough and smooth, which is difficult for even the best sculptors to create. masterpiece.
...Well, Schopenhauer is right, beauty does matter.
After reading the book and seeing it after eleven o'clock, I felt a little sleepy, and was about to turn off the lights and go to sleep when Shang Muxiao suddenly let out a series of painful low-pitched groans.
Don't... Mom I was wrong... I'm sorry..."
He closed his eyes and frowned, apparently trapped in some terrifying dream and unable to wake up.
Shang Mu Xiao? "I pushed him on the shoulders to wake him up, but he was so devastated that he just whimpered in fear, scratching his fingers helplessly, like a drowning person asking for help.
Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh???
After a while, he calmed down, no more confused ravings, and seemed to be awake. But when I was about to let him go, he wrapped around my waist and wouldn't let me move.
Just... hold on for a while. ' He hushed his voice, tightening his arms more and more.
Looking down at the hairy head on my chest, I stopped struggling and patted his back with my fingers, acquiescing to his behavior.
After a while, he calmed down and opened his mouth, starting from Shang Lu and Mei Zixun, and slowly told his childhood nightmares.