The wheelchair rolled to the threshold, and he seemed to have a problem, the threshold about an inch above the ground blocked the wheels, and several attempts to lift it forward were unsuccessful. I walked over and said, "Do you need my help?" ”

He glanced at me, a look of annoyance in his eyes, but he didn't refuse.

I reached out and grabbed the back bar of his wheelchair and pressed the chair down, but I underestimated his weight and the wheelchair didn't move. I had to sink my arms hard, and finally the wheelchair rolled over the threshold, and without stopping, I pushed him to the adjacent door, and pushed the person and the wheelchair into the threshold according to the law, and asked the question in my heart when I stopped my hand: "Can you tell me, where did you get those judgments?" ”

"You."

After a simple word, the black metal door closed unceremoniously.

Annoyed, he returned to the house, and was about to close the door, suddenly thinking, since he didn't know how to use a wheelchair to cross the threshold, how did he get in before?

The landlord's son is undoubtedly a well-behaved person, who doesn't even understand a little bit of human affection, and has a close relationship with the environment. It's just that those inferences of his ...... I couldn't help but stand in front of the mirror and look at myself.

The fingers of the right hand have been slightly fractured, and the dexterity may not be very good, and after learning simple self-defense techniques, there will always be some subconscious behaviors on the limbs. These are conclusive observations.

There's a gallery downstairs, and because his mother rented it to me, I can get information from there.

But how did he know about his parents, his birthday, his suitors, his lilies?

Almost, with the same precision.

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When I walked out of the house the next morning, I subconsciously looked at the neighboring door. There was another black garbage bag on the ground in front of the door, and after thinking about it, he walked over and picked up the two garbage bags and walked into the elevator. Today is the weekend, and the cleaning aunt will not come, and if you wait until tomorrow to clean up, it will probably stink. It is obvious in the garbage bag that they are all take-out boxes, and he has been shouting take-out for the past few days. I felt a little ashamed.

First go to the gallery to open and wait for the children to come and see the store, and then take a taxi to the "Starlight Society" to discuss in detail the promotional illustrations of the stage play they rehearsed this time.

At around 5 o'clock in the afternoon, she received a call from Xiao Tong, instructing her to close the doors and windows of the gallery and leave work. It went relatively well on my side, I talked with the president for an afternoon, and met the screenwriter of the play again, although the actors did not meet, but they agreed to arrange it in a few days.

I returned to the community in a good mood, and was about to take a step to my floor, but I didn't care about it at a glance, and after taking a few steps, I realized that something was wrong, and turned my head to take a closer look. Not far away, there seemed to be two men arguing, and a crying little girl stood next to them.

This is a very ordinary bustle in the community, but what is unusual is that the figure with his back to this side looks so familiar? I couldn't help but walk over there, and just as the other party was pushed by the entangled man, and when I turned to the side, I saw the face clearly.

His eyes widened suddenly, how could it be him? Reflexively, his gaze moved to his legs, straight and slender, and then looked around him, and there was no wheelchair in sight. I was stunned for a while! When I got closer, my mind didn't even react, and the person who was eating noodles in my living room in a wheelchair yesterday was standing steadily in front of me.

The dispute was extinguished, and the man walked away angrily with the crying girl, who seemed to be a father and daughter in the community.

And he finally turned sideways, and when he saw me, he just glanced at me and was about to walk past me, as if he thought of something, and looked down at my hand, "Did you buy ribs and fish?" "Tone...... It was as if I owed him, but I didn't have time to pay attention to his attitude, so I gestured with my hand in the air and asked, "What happened just now?" No, you should start by asking, "Why are you able to stand up?" ”

He looked up at me, "As long as it's human, it has eyes; As long as it is human, it has feet. ”

“......”

This answer is really incisive and unique, which means that I have eyes to see what has just happened, and people will naturally stand when they have feet. But the original meaning of my question was not this, but: "Didn't you have difficulty moving in a wheelchair last night?" ”

His answer directly shut me up: "Does being in a wheelchair necessarily mean that my legs and feet are inconvenient?" There's a wheelchair in the house, can I use it to get around? After a few seconds, he didn't seem to notice my stiff expression, and faintly said, "I'm hungry, let's go." ”<