e traffic light pole across the street without looking back, so he greeted the old man in a wheelchair.
The old man seemed to be asleep, with his eyes half-open and half-closed. 新西安夜网 Perhaps he would fall asleep at any time, but he was trying to keep himself from falling asleep. Finally, the sound of “good evening” made him awake a little bit.
He did wake up a bit, and the turbidity in his eyes faded slightly. He raised his head and saw that the pupils of the old man Pulin, who was standing next to him, gradually opened up. He even opened his mouth and subconsciously grasped the armrest of the wheelchair with his fingers.
It can be artificial, the look on the old man’s face at this moment is fear.
“Don’t come here!” The old man’s figure was very low, and at the same time very quickly, “Don’t come close to me!”
“I didn’t plan to come close to you.” Teacher Pulin still didn’t look at the old man, his eyes never even looked opposite. Move away from the traffic light, and at the same time there 西安夜生活网 is a smile on his face. It doesn’t make much sense. Maybe it’s just to make himself look better.
After listening, the old man grasped the wheelchair and gradually loosened his fingers. The slightly nervous and scared expression on his face also tended to calm down. He also watched the traffic light on the opposite side of the road still remain red, but it seemed that he was about to enter 西安桑拿网 the red light. Countdown stage.
“I know, I know.” The old man said softly, with his eyes downcast, “I know I just reluctant to bear it,
no one can bear it.” “No one can stay forever. You have passed the life that others admire. I think , You should have no regrets.” Teacher Pulin finally moved his gaze and turned to look at the old man in the wheelchair next to him.
The old man’s gaze also met the countdown number of the 西安耍耍网 traffic light across the road from Teacher Purin, right now in the middle of their sight, and suddenly started starting with the number 9 and then the number 8.
This time is non-stop, it is constant