Wake Up, Stop Dreaming [Quick Transmigration]

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    Zuo Yan hummed a small tune along the way, and his whole body exuded a pleasant aura, "We people, I am so happy today~ Hey, Shen Beidou~"

    Gu Zhi looked at the window and listened to the out-of-tune tune. I wonder if I was really friends with such a riotous person before.

    "Friend, friend~ you thought of me~"

    Looking at the head suddenly in front of his eyes, Gu Zhi said: "

    Yes ." "What do you think of?"

    "Stay away from me."

    Zuo Yan packed up his joy. Sitting on the seat in a very precarious mood, her lips were stretched and she stopped talking.

    The car finally became quieter, and the driver quietly listened to the movement behind him. It was a bit uncomfortable to be so quiet for a while.

    Gu Zhi used his left light to pay attention to the people next to him, and his movements of turning the Buddhist beads became faster.

    There was no word all the way. When the car stopped, Zuo Yan thought in his heart that he was home. For fear that someone would send him back to the car, he would drive him away, and he would leave the door open. The air was full of floral scents, and it smelled nice and light.

    The two were blind and lame. The driver's master diligently sent the two to the door and left without instructions.

    After Gu Zhi entered the refrigerator, he opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of drink. He turned around and found that he was still standing at the door, with gauze over his eyes, standing quietly, with his ears sideways as if listening to his voice.

    Zuo Yan was stuffed with a bottle of warm things in his hand, and by the way, he held the opponent's unretracted hand.

    "The iced shepherd has been discontinued for 3 years, and your family still has it."

    "How do you know that it is a shepherd." Gu Zhi led him forward. When the wheelchair encountered a step, it automatically switched mode, Zuo Yan tried with his feet. Test the approximate distance of the steps twice.

    "This kind of bottle can only be made by a shepherd." Zuo Yan raised his hand to show him. The middle is thin and the sides are thick. It looks like a barbell. Of course there is one more thing he didn't say, this unpalatable drink used to be his favorite.

    On the second floor, Zuo Yan was taken into a room, "You live here tonight."

    "Are you leaving now?" Zuo Yan asked by pulling the armrest of his wheelchair.

    "Otherwise."

    "I'm a blind man."

    Gu Zhi looked at him, "half blind."

    Half blind is also blind, but Zuo Yan knows that he can't keep an inch, so he tore off the gauze covering his eyes after he left. There was a blush in front of me, but it wasn't that I couldn't see it at all.

    The color in the room was black and white, as monotonous as the owner of the room. Zuo Yan unscrewed the lid of the beverage bottle and took a sip. The taste was still old, unchanged at all.