Rumble Danggelon

Liu Huang walked out of the entrance of the corridor, biting the cigarette, pulling the box casually, and sweeping through the empty dormitories weakly. After living for four years, it was finally time to leave, but no one saw him off!

Then he saw the most sad and beautiful scenery in the legendary Mid-Autumn Festival.

A handsome boy who could go to the construction site to process steel bars was sitting behind the iron window, holding his cheeks, his eyes were blurred and he couldn't tell where he looked. It was like a pictorial of a campus idol drama.

"Master, hey... didn't you leave?"

Ximen looked up and was stunned for a moment, then immediately thought that he was calling himself.

I seem to be a celebrity at school. People rarely call him in person. They usually smile from a distance and observe. If they have to call him, they are usually called Ximen, and those who are close to each other are called Amen. When they are funny, they will call him a high-ranking official.

Very few people would call him a high-ranking official in person because others dared not joke about him. This is called a nickname that Cheng Jiuer told him, which is completely unrealistic.

The senior was a little familiar, but he couldn't remember which class he named. He was holding a cigarette and greeting him through the iron window. He was polite and polite, and he was breathing black and felt very disappointed.

Liu Huang looked at Ximen with his eyes straight at him, his heart felt scared, and he began to regret his owed words.

The senior graduate has left school after graduation and said goodbye to himself. He may be sad if I ignore him.

Ximen stood up subconsciously, and his body shook anxiously.

This almost scared Liu Huang out of urination, crossing the sky in rows, feeling like he was walking on the road, saying hello to the other side, and then the man fell in front of him with a slam, holding his pants tightly.

Ximen calmly opened his eyes and saw the senior's mouth crooked and the cigarette between his fingers was shaking. Why did he get mao?

"You... are you okay?" Ximen spoke softly.

He was not sure whether it was his own hallucination or his senior who had a stroke. The hallucinations were often but the stroke was not common, but now he has a stroke and is so fat again.

Liu Huang trembled when he heard this, the cigarette butt fell to the ground, staring at Ximen and asked, "You... are you okay?"

Ximen breathed a sigh of relief, smiled apologetically and shook his head.

Liu Huang smiled bitterly, bent down and picked up the cigarette and stuffed it back into his mouth.

Ximen turned his head to look at the table. There was a bag on the table, which was his own thing.

Liu Huang wished he could escape and leave immediately.

"etc..."

Ximen grabbed the big kraft paper bag in his hand, hesitated for a while, and handed it out from the window.

Liu Huang looked at the thing in Ximen's hand awkwardly, which said, "Ximen Lovely Roasted Peanuts, it turned out that it was given to him for food."

"Senior, on the way..."

Ximen put the bag of things as far as the window ridge and signaled it, which was very similar to feeding kittens and dogs on the roadside.

After being seriously injured, the people around him seemed to be the same, curious, polite, caring, sympathetic, and keeping a distance, just like there is an invisible power grid beside him, and it is like he has some kind of virus on him.

Liu Huang felt a little excited. He recognized this thing and seemed to have eaten it. Ximen's home produces it and often gives it to his classmates.

The high-ranking official has a very good character and a generous person. However, he is a sick man. I heard that he can live no more than two meters. How tall is he?

It's been a few days!

Liu Huang suddenly felt so eager to cry, so he stared at the bag of throat and rolled it away.

I stepped forward and picked up the bag, glanced at it, and sighed: "Thank you, you didn't have an online store."

Ximen was stunned for a moment and started to get confused again. Doesn’t my home have an online store?

"Be careful when you are alone." Liu Huang put the things in his bag carefully and forced a smile to swing the bag on his back.

Ximen nodded.

"Take care!" Liu Huang waved his hand and pulled the box and moved away quickly. He rumbled like a train heading far away.

......

It turns out that I have been stuttering for the past five years. What is his name?

Ximen frowned and sat down, recalling the horror of his senior just now, he wanted to laugh but couldn't. He turned into a sigh, because he remembered many stories about leaving school during this period.

Another one left, and the days after graduation seemed to be a microcosm of these three years of college life.

I started to look at the recent communication records on my phone. Few people sent him messages, but many people in the group mentioned him and thought that his life in the past five years was like a hermit.

The only one who sends the most messages is the girl named Cheng Jiuer. She doesn’t seem to be her girlfriend, she is considered a buddy.

Ximen looked through the records, and the more he looked, the more he frowned. It turned out that so many things had happened recently.

Put down your phone and open the big black skin notepad at hand. The first page is a handwritten schedule, with beautiful and neat handwriting.

The two companies interviewed in the morning had ticked it.

There was no interview in the afternoon, but there were two tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, two every day until the end of July.

I habitually picked up the box of colored lead by the table, turned to the blank page and brushed it a few times to draw out a line pattern.

If I don't draw it, I don't know how long the scene just now will circulate in his mind, which is worse than the visual feeling that appears from time to time.

But what fell on the paper was a fat bamboo rat with a shocked expression, and the cigarette in his hand turned into a tender bamboo.

Ximen looked at it for a while and let out a sigh. Alright, then he drew and kept drawing it. After a while, the pictures on the paper became extremely vivid, as if they had the texture of a photo, and the bamboo rat seemed to be able to jump out of the paper.

Although the memory was messed up by coconuts, there seemed to be more abilities in my hands. The human brain is really a magical thing.

After watching for a while, closing the notebook, the picture was erased from my mind, like a computer clearing the memory.

"What am I going to do just now?"

Ximen turned his head and looked out the window blankly. It took a while before he remembered, "Oh, remember the past!"

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