Chapter 81 Chapter 81

Zhang Yu always has a feeling, as if his room is hanging above the stairs.When he looked up, an uncontrollable thing suddenly surged up in his heart, and it lingered and rippling in his throat.There were very hollow sounds on the steps of the stairs, one after another, and then Zhang Yu had to slow down his pace, because he was worried that the sound of his footsteps would break the professor's thoughts.Now Zhang Yu's steps cling to the dusty steps like goose feathers.Zhang Yu felt slightly satisfied.There were humming whispers in the hallway.Those people are in their positions again.Zhang Yu thought.The newspaper creaked softly in his trouser pocket, and he patted it with his hands, as if to shut the world down.Zhang Yu pushed open the door, and the professor inside the door was still sitting at the desk. At this moment, he was staring at the wall in front of him in a daze.His dazed expression reminded Zhang Yu of that rock again, this time it seemed a little more like it.The wall skin has been mottled in several places, and intermittently, it seems that some wall insects have swam down from the inside of the white wall skin, and yellow water stains can be seen near the roof.After staring at it, Zhang Yu didn't speak, he closed the door gently.The door creaked, and the professor turned his head, staring at his face.I'm back.Zhang Yu felt something strange in his voice.It wasn't until the professor turned his head to continue his work, and Zhang Yu also sat down, that Zhang Yu realized that the strange thing was actually the desolation in his voice, which made his heart tremble.

Zhang Yu looked at the quilt curled up on the bed, covered with lonely and brilliant red flowers.Judging from the inflorescence and leaf shape, it looked like a peony, but the stool under his butt still hurt his butt.He sometimes felt that he was sitting on a few hot iron bars, or even worse.But there is no way.Unless a comfortable chair with a unique shape falls from the sky, which is undoubtedly a pipe dream.Zhang Yu began to pull his thoughts back, he wanted to continue his work.Time passed quickly, and he was more or less delayed, which made him feel a little guilty.In fact, do you really want the outside world that much?Is the outside world so important to him?These two questions often challenge him.He seemed to regret his wanderings a little.He should pay tribute to the professor.Despite the scorching sun outside, the golden grass, the warmth of the earth seemed very inviting.For someone who has been in the dark room for a long time, that is a precious moment.Zhang Yu turned his head and glanced at the professor again. The professor's back was shaking slightly, which was beyond Zhang Yu's expectation.Zhang Yu wanted to stand up several times to ask what happened, but in the end he seemed to be paralyzed on the stool lying on the ground, unable to move.

Zhang Yu started his work, and the many threads in his head were gradually straightened out, and he walked into that world.Forget about the professor beside him, and the professor's weeping shoulder.And this small house of a few square meters.Even the mottled wall skin, the light and darkness on the small north window.He felt the coolness and darkness of that world.He almost fumbled to hold the hands of those people, he didn't say anything, he had nothing to say, he could only hold the hands of those people tightly, as if he had met them again in a rare way.He felt that those people's hands were very cold, and their faces were half sunken and half in the darkness.But Zhang Yu knew that it was them, he was very familiar with them, their body temperature, the way they went to bed, the tone of their voice, the stories they carried, he was indeed familiar with them, but he touched them as accurately and vividly as if he was familiar with his own organs soul and body.No one spoke, just quietly holding hands and watching each other quietly.Quietly, it arrived, and the face in the darkness slowly drifted away.Even so, Zhang Yu knew that it was inevitable that they would leave him, just as naturally as a son must leave his mother, but he could feel their footsteps, and they started on the road with restraint and confidence, which made him feel extremely comfort.

His pen moves very fast, and the uneven paper looks like a layer of sand and stones flying away.He let out a soft breath.Then he heard the sound of a chip in the pocket.He knew that at this time, the troubles of that world would rise up, entwining him one after another with complex voices.