"I'll do it!"

Seeing the old woman's laborious situation when she pushed the wheelchair, Guo Dalu couldn't help but feel sympathy. He held the wheelchair and pushed the middle-aged man in the wheelchair out of the roast duck restaurant.

The middle-aged man paralyzed in the wheelchair smiled gratefully at Guo Dalu, "Thank you, thank you."

He looked up at the old mother who was crying beside him, "Mom, stop crying, so many people are watching!"

The old woman choked and said, "I don't cry, I don't cry, but my eyes are a little swollen!"

She took out a towel and wiped her eyes, reached out to take the wheelchair. Guo Dalu smiled and said, "Old man, you are old, I'd better push me!"

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair looked at Guo Dalu carefully and smiled and said, "I don't know what's going on. Although I saw you for the first time today, I seemed to have made good friends for many years."

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "I also feel this way, it seems that we should be good friends by nature!"

The middle-aged man laughed and said to Guo Dalu: "My mother is over 60 years old, and she is not in good health. Today I push me out and my physical strength may not be able to support me. As for me, except for my brain and mouth, other parts of my body can basically no longer move."

The middle-aged man looked towards Ditan and whispered: "I just want to go to Ditan and take a look. It contains too many memories of me. My childhood, my youth, my disabled years, and most of my life have been spent there."

He smiled at Guo Dalu and said, "Brother, can you send me a ride?"

Guo Daludao: "I have no choice!"

The middle-aged man's mother kept thanking Guo Dalu, "Thank you, thank you!"

Seeing Guo Dalu helping to push a disabled person, Wang Xiaolu and several girls also surrounded him and asked the middle-aged man in a verbal manner: "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Are you injured or sick?"

There were also people who spoke to the old woman, "Oh, aunt, you are so old, don't go out. It's so dangerous if you bump into it!"

"Yes, the old, weak, sick and disabled, there are so many cars on the road, you have to pay attention!"

These girls kept chatting, the so-called female porridge is just like this

However, they were talking, but they were not slow. Wang Xiaolu and Song Qian each supported the old lady and walked slowly along with the wheelchair that Guo Dalu was pushing.

It was already evening, with neon lights flashing on the side of the road, and vehicles on the concrete road were clamoring, and the sound of shouting sounds were heard, and the whole city was filled with a noisy and impetuous atmosphere.

It was not until Guo Dalu pushed the wheelchair into Ditan that all the noise outside slowly left, and only a few occasional whistles could still be heard. At first, there were many old men and women who were enjoying the cool air around. When they saw the middle-aged man in the wheelchair, they greeted him, "Yeah, here you are here, you guy hasn't been here for a long time!"

The middle-aged man smiled and ignored it.

Guo Dalu had already felt extremely keenly that it was not that he didn't want to talk to these people, but that he was so weak that he didn't even have much strength to speak.

As we advance all the way, the trees inside become thicker and the environment becomes quieter.

Under the quietly flowing moonlight, the mist gradually rises, and everything becomes hazy. Sometimes there are faint birds singing, making the world appear more and more quiet.

While Guo Dalu was pushing him forward, the middle-aged man commented one by one at a time, "The pine tree grew so slanted and thick, and it has been more than 20 years since then, and it still looks like this. It is estimated that there will be no major changes in another twenty years."

"I still don't know what the name of this tree is, but in autumn, many beautiful small lantern-shaped fruits will fall on it, yellow and beautiful. Many children came here to pick it up at that time."

"The road ahead was very deserted before, with wild grass everywhere, and sometimes there were many worms and worms running around. There was a broken stone statue on the left, but now it seems that it has been moved to another place."

The middle-aged man kept whispering to Guo Dalu behind him one by one, rather than saying that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would say that he would

It seems that he is extremely familiar with every inch of land, every tree, every grass, every stone, and every scenic spot in this Ditan.

At this time, he was completely immersed in his thoughts, and seemed to be summarizing his life experience in this place tonight.

When the wheelchair passed an old tree, the middle-aged man called Guo Dalu, "Stop for a moment."

He turned his head and looked at Guo Dalu with difficulty, "You pushed me all the way, I don't know your name yet!"

Guo Dalu smiled and said, "I am Guo Dalu! I am a pig slayer!"

The middle-aged man chuckled a few times, "Slaying pigs and dogs, many righteous men! But you cannot be just a butcher, you should have other professions. Although you are rough and generous, your literary talent cannot be concealed no matter how you."

He tilted his head and thought for a while, and suddenly laughed, "I know who you are. You should have written "The Legend of the Condor Heroes" some time ago, right? The story is quite interesting."

While he was speaking, he wanted to reach out and shake hands with Guo Dalu, but he tried hard several times but couldn't lift it up. "I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Tiesheng."

He chuckled softly, "I can barely be considered a writer with few works! We are both fellow travelers!"

Guo Dalu hurriedly reached out and held his hand, "I just copied a story that suddenly appeared in my mind, which is not as good as your real hard-working creation."

Tiesheng laughed and said, "Da Lu, you are really interesting. Isn't writing something just to present the stories in your mind in words? Where can I say plagiarism?"

He laughed a few times, his voice gradually faded, and looked at the old tree close to him and said, "When I was just now, I often came to this tree to think about some problems, such as future, fate, reincarnation, life and death, and other ultimate problems in life."

He sighed slightly and looked at his mother beside him: "I was in a daze here, I just thought I was really just me in a daze. It was not until later that I realized that my mother had been watching me not far away. She was afraid that something would happen to me, and she was afraid that I would not be able to think about it."

"When I was in a daze, she would watch me in a daze from afar. Whenever the weather suddenly changed in windy and rainy days, she would appear in time, take me home, help me wash my feet and massage my clothes."

"She is weak and weak. Every time she takes care of me, she spends a lot of energy and is often tired and sweating. But I was too ignorant at that time and always feels that the whole world owes me, so I never have a good face to her."

He said this and looked at the old woman beside him, "Mom, thank you for your hard work over the years! I was really too much at that time!"

The old woman kept shook her head, "It's okay, it's okay, it's going to get better!"

As she shook her head, tears kept flowing out of her eyes, "It's cold at night, let's go back!"

Tiesheng smiled, "Mom, I'm afraid I can't go back today. I still know my body myself."

He looked at Ditan not far away with regret, "I remember one night, just like this time, I was sitting under this tree. There was a person standing not far away in Ditan, standing under the moonlight to play the suona. The sound of suona in the middle of the night really had a feeling of trembling souls, and it seemed to have a magic power that crossed the eternal age. Unfortunately, it is hard to hear it now!"

When he said this, his breath became weaker and weaker, his eyelids closed and opened, as if he was about to fall asleep at any time, and he whispered: "I really want to listen to it again!"

It was late at night and there were no people nearby. As for the suona playing, it was even more impossible.

What Tiesheng said was something more than ten years ago or even twenty years ago. It is hard to say whether the person who played the suona at the beginning is still alive. Even in the world, it is impossible to meet the person he used to be so by chance. It is basically impossible to reappear that kind of opportunity.

Although Guo Dalu only saw this man paralyzed in a wheelchair for the first time today, he inexplicably developed an admiration and wanted to make friends with him.

Perhaps it was infected by the family affection between them, or by his calmness and calmness facing death, or by the helpless grief of the old woman next to her knowing that her son was about to die, and by the increasingly sad mood to prevent herself from showing her grief.

Now I sensed the faint breath that Tiesheng was about to be extinguished at any time, and when I saw his deep regret, I felt a deep heartbroken and said loudly: "Okay, is it a suona playing? Then listen again!"

He looked at Wang Xiaolu, "Where is your instrument room? Do you have the key?"

Wang Xiaolu took out a keychain with a puzzled look on her face, "This is the key to the instrument room,... Brother Dalu, what are you going to do?"

Before she could finish her words, she lighted her hand and the keychain had disappeared. At the same time, Guo Dalu, who was standing in front of her just now, just now.

A strong wind suddenly burst out, and Wang Xiaolu and the girls blew and screamed in surprise. In their astonishment, in the Ditan under the moonlight, a rolling smoke and dust were roaring into the distance. At the end of this smoke and dust, it seemed that Guo Dalu was tall, but before they could see clearly, the smoke and dust had spread to the point where the eyes were hard to reach outside the Ditan, and the figure disappeared.
Chapter completed!