a dying man

The ghost is just silent.

Looking at it again, it turns out that it is not impermanent.He recognized these slender fingers on the fishing boat that rescued him.Middle and index fingers wrapped around two thin black threads - fisherman's hand.It made him happy in vain.

His face immediately sank.stop laughing.

A bowl of steaming white porridge was brought from these pretty hands at this moment.

Zhou Budu just rolled his eyes: "I don't eat this. How do you eat porridge? You have to put some shrimp roe, right? If there is no shrimp roe, at least peel a pigeon egg?"

When the white porridge with shrimp roe was served, Zhou Budu deliberately made things difficult and said, "I don't eat shrimp roe, what I just asked for were pigeon eggs? Do you know how to serve others? How can I eat while lying here? I can't feed it with a spoon." me?"

Zhou Budu was so disappointed that he lay on his bed and refused to leave.Sipi spent three days in vain, healed all the wounds on his neck and internal injuries.It had been snowing for the past few days. If his body was lying on the ice and snow, it should have been able to build a small grave.

Just for such a small grave, he tossed to the death.In his words, death and resurrection are two words, neither of which is easy.Otherwise, why should we die?

He felt that after lying down for three days, he had become a thin skin, and his whole body felt light and unreal.He smiled and said to the person who rescued him twice: He is going to die.Instead of feeling an ounce of gratitude for picking him up, he hated him.Jumping off the fishing boat is not to find rocks, but to die again.

He laughed desperately.After the house was empty, Zhou Budu found the scissors hidden by the fisherman and inserted them into his chest without hesitation.Blood gurgles.After the fisherman came back, he could still smile at him without sailing: Here, you came just in time, so give me another knife.

The fisherman pointed at the scissors on his chest, trembling with anger.

Zhou Budu found out that his trembling hands were not because he was looking for death, but because he used his scissors, so he pulled the scissors out of his chest and returned them to him as if nothing happened.

He was directly kicked out of the house, and the sound of closing the door shook the snow from the eaves.All over him.Zhou Budu touched the copper-green lock of the dilapidated wooden door, begging desperately to knock on the door, begging for a thin quilt as if his hands were about to be smashed.The weather outside is unbearable.

No one should answer.

He lay down, dipped his fingers in the blood on his chest and wrote, and wrote "The Boat Can't Save" more than 20 times on the snow, a torn quilt was thrown out from the crack of the door, and the door was hurriedly closed.

He turned his head and smiled at the invisible person inside. The smile was extremely seductive: "What's your name?" He planned to write the benefactor's name on it.The handwriting written on the snow will not melt in winter, so it will last forever and be unforgettable.

It is not enough to write in the snow, and to draw pictures on other people's doors. The words written in the pen are still "boats are not saved", the words are extremely ugly, and the blood books are also extremely terrifying.

After finishing, Zhou kept looking down at his chest, and there was a hole just in time for the blood to dry out.Zhou Budu grinned.

He lay down in the snow for a while longer.Covering the body with snow that can penetrate the bones, it is so cold that the snot bubbles out of the nostrils, and Zhou Budu digs himself out bit by bit like a cat covering shit.

He was not allowed to enter by the main entrance, and his black and white eyeballs looked at the thatched eaves—on to the roof!

After half an hour.

thump.

Zhou Budu crawled out of the chimney with a disheveled face, ecstasy, he spent two hours in the water before being fished ashore, this time was better than last time, he only took an hour and broke two ribs.He was also lucky that only his ribs were broken, and his hands and feet were not broken.Still have the strength to climb!

He climbed into his benefactor's bed.Shi Wuxie jumped up from the bed in horror, staring at Zhou Budu, with both eyes staring at him brazenly pulling the quilt to cover his body, and laying his head on the only pillow that he was familiar with.

The boat that emerged from the chimney was blacker than a grain of sheep dung.As soon as he moved, the black ash overlapped one big human figure after another on the sheets, quilts, and pillows.It doesn't matter where the melted snow and blood go.

It's really shameless to be the head of the family!

Zhou Budu said: "You haven't told me your name yet, so I will repay you with my body."

Shi Wuxie took a breath of air.Back again and again.

Zhou kept counting the number of steps, one, two, three steps.Oh, progress.He said softly, "I don't mind you being a man."

Shi Wuxie remained silent.His face turned pale with anger.

Zhou Budu then added fuel to the flames: "It doesn't matter if you don't tell me your name. I have already written our names together. From now on, your home will be my home. I will eat and live with you. I will never trouble you to do things." .”

Shi Wuxie was stunned.Write your name?

Without blinking, Zhou stretched out his finger and innocently pointed at the door.

Shi Wuxie slammed the door and went out.

A few seconds later, he slammed the door and walked in again. It seemed that he was scared out of his wits by the bloody handwriting outside the door.He rushed up to snatch the quilt that was not stained red and threw it out the door, standing at the door far away and pointing at the lunatic.Shaking hands.

Zhou Budu licked the bloody smell in his mouth, and spoke for him: "Are you trying to tell me to get lost?"

"Come here, I have another sentence, and I'll show you after I finish."

Shi Wuxie stared at him suspiciously.

"I'm covered in injuries, but I can't do anything to you."