I heard that there is someone on the anchor

Character - Zuo Weiwei

Zuo Weiwei was a girl with a weird temper since she was a child.

Never cry or make trouble.Hungry, cold, hot, don't know how to react.

Zuo Weiwei was found to have mild autism when she was two years old, and she didn't speak until she was three years old.

At that time there was no clear medical explanation why a child with no family history would have a child born with autism.

Doesn't like strangers, likes to be quiet, often sits by the window and looks outside.

At that time, Zuo Tu often accompanied her, did not speak, and stayed with her in a daze, drawing pictures, talking to himself silently, from day to night.

Such a clever child imprisoned himself in a world, and everyone would feel heartbroken when they saw it.

Zuo Tu couldn't remember which night he was holding the young Zuo Weiwei on the rooftop to watch the stars.

That night was moonless and starry.

Zuo Weiwei looked at the night sky fascinatedly for a long time, then looked back at Zuo Tu and murmured: "Brother."

Her voice was not soft, but stiff and rigid, like a rusty machine.

When Zuo Weiwei was seven years old, no one could tell that she had autism as a child anymore, and she started going to school.

Zuo Weiwei is 14 years old and in the third grade of junior high school.

She starts going through puberty.Also once again showed that it is different from others.

Skipping class for no reason.

Playgrounds, parks, shopping malls, she goes to places where there are many people.

She observed all kinds of people, imitated their speech, their actions, or just sat in a corner motionless in a daze.

My elder brother is going to take the college entrance examination, so he seldom spends time with her.

It's getting colder.

Zuo Weiwei accidentally found a good place.

internet cafe. (It's not a clean and high-end Internet cafe, but the kind of black Internet cafe that doesn't need an ID card, just pay for it.)

She saw a lot of people in it that she had never seen before.

Degenerate, always swearing, smoking a cigarette day and night in front of the computer, wanting to die, she saw the foul-smelling swamp under their feet.

At that time, people who often went to Liuhuo would meet that beautiful little girl who seemed to have mental problems.

Abnormally silent, staring at you with bright black eyes.

Feeling nervous, no one dared to touch her.

It takes a long time to get used to it.Occasionally, the network administrator will reserve her frequently used position.

The story happened on Friday evening, when the sunset was as red as blood soaking half of the sky.

Maybe that's an omen.

Komori worked in Liuhuo for more than half a year. He was only 22, but his legs were disabled, so his family found him a job in an Internet cafe.

"Hey, girl, you're here again, your seat has been taken, and there's no one in seat 18 next to you."

"Yeah." Zuo Weiwei handed over 20 yuan with a blank expression.This is the price of the streaming package night.

Zuo Weiwei walked to No. 18, which was in the corner, but she could basically see the entire Internet cafe when she looked up.

She dragged the chair and sat on it, took out the textbooks from her schoolbag, and put her hands on the main unit. There was still residual heat, and the last person left.

She neither plays computer nor does homework, and stares blankly at the book.

It takes eight or nine o'clock on Friday night to get more fire.

At that time, the parents would sleep, and the children would sneak out, and then sneak back in the morning when the light was dim.

Unknowingly.

At the same time, in the courtyard of another street 300 meters apart.

The boy was beaten with a bruised nose and a swollen face, crying into the room and shouting: "Dad, Dad, I was beaten..." The boy was sobbing and trembling.

A strong man stumbled out of the room, blushing and smelling of alcohol, not even clear about his mind: "Who, what little bastard dared to beat my Wang Da's son, son, don't be afraid, tell Dad, Dad will hack him to death. "

Wang Da took out a watermelon knife from the wall. When he was young, he used to steal and had a bad temper. He was notorious for throwing sick parents out of the house regardless of life or death.

When I was over 40, I didn't know where to bring back a stupid woman. In the second year, I got a son, and I have been addicted to children ever since.

"That bastard is in the Internet cafe, Dad, you must help me..." The boy changed his face in a blink of an eye, cursing and swearing.

"Where is that shit?" Wang Da shouted in the room with his eyes red.

"Running fire, ten ten, NO.18 machine!" The boy suddenly remembered, and shouted excitedly, involving the wound at the corner of his mouth, baring his teeth in pain.

"Eighteen, okay, son, you wait here for Dad to avenge you..." Wang Da touched his son's head, spat in the palm of his hand, put the watermelon knife in his arms, and went out drunk.

Zuo Tu stood at the gate of Liuhuo and swept through the messy trash cans not far away, and there was a thin stray dog ​​with its tail between its legs looking for food inside.

Groups of high-rise buildings rising a hundred meters away and various shacks waiting to be demolished are only one street away.

With a serious face, he was about to lift the greasy curtain on the Internet cafe door to keep out the wind.

A man bumped into him from behind, ignoring the leftist and vigorously pushing him away, he rushed into the Internet cafe aggressively.

The leftist might as well be bumped into a stagger, and when he stood up, he felt that he stepped on something under his feet. When he lowered his head, it was a student ID card.

The man had already rushed in, the left apprentice only saw his back, as strong as a bear.

The left disciple bent down and picked up the student ID card at his feet.

Haifei, Class [-], Grade [-], XXX Middle School, the photo is covered with mud and I can't see clearly.

But this surname is very special, and the same school as my sister.

The left disciple did not dislike being dirty, flicked the ashes on it and put it in his pocket, opened the heavy curtain and walked into the Internet cafe.

All kinds of instant noodle smells, sweaty smells, and indescribable sour smells like rotten food made the air feel a little heavier.

Zuo Tu is looking at the entire Internet cafe, trying to find Zuo Weiwei.

He has completed the formalities in the afternoon and will not go to school next week.

His lovely sister is more important than the college entrance examination, which is used as an icing on the cake when he goes abroad.

Thinking of this in his heart, Zuo Tu showed a faint smile, and planned to take Zuo Weiwei to eat delicious food when he went out from the Internet cafe.

"Killing people, killing people!" A panicked and screaming male voice rose from the ground, and fell like thunder in the quiet Internet cafe.

The heads buried in front of the computer suddenly turned to the place where the sound was coming from, the pupils on the left suddenly shrank, and on the back of a chair was exposed a sister who often wore a crimson sweater, and above it, a man held a knife in his hand and raised it high.

The stress level in Zuo Tu's body soared within a few seconds, and he rushed behind the man. At the very moment, Zuo Tu kicked up and kicked the man's falling arm.

The watermelon knife barely grazed Zuo Weiwei's hair, which was extremely dangerous.

Wang Da is 52 this year. He has been doing heavy work on construction sites all year round. His physical fitness is extraordinary. Even smoking and drinking every day did not break down his body.

Zuo Tu's explosive kick could break a grown man's ribs on the spot, but Wang Da just shook his arm, and he still held the watermelon knife firmly in his hand.

The high concentration of alcohol was metabolized in Wang Da's body, but it didn't affect his agility at all. His whole body was as excited as if he had taken medicine, his eyes were red, especially after the left apprentice suddenly interrupted, it seemed that a hair had gone out. mad dog.

Wang Da's attention was no longer on the person in seat 18. He gasped and shouted, turned around and swung the knife vigorously towards the left disciple. Wang Da, the chair made a muffled sound when it hit Wang Da's arm.

Surrounded by half-grown kids, seeing this kind of scene, their legs limp and feet limp, and they fled away. A few cleverly rolled and crawled out to call the police.

The owner of the Internet cafe heard the sound of something smashing outside, so he sat up straight from his chair and glanced at the monitor. Several computers in a corner had been swept to the ground by the chair held by the left hand, and the man in his hand What is it that is holding up and waving... a knife!

The boss widened his eyes and finally realized something bad happened, he opened the door in a panic and ran out.

Considering the nearly thirty centimeter watermelon knife in Wang Da's hand, the people next to him were afraid to avoid it, and no one in the huge Internet cafe dared to fight.

The left disciple clutched his arm, and the blood trickled out from between his fingers and dripped onto the ground.

There was more than one wound on his arm, and that was the heaviest one. The severe pain made his mind clearer than ever before.

"Weiwei, leave." Zuo disciple looked directly past Wang Da and gestured to the girl with his eyes.

Zuo Weiwei's face turned pale, she stood tremblingly behind a chair, her mouth opened wide silently.

At the same time, a boy behind her slowly approached, quietly holding a wooden stick in his hand.

It was originally on a mop, but the mopping cloth was rotten and was randomly placed in the corner to generate ashes.

Wang Da grinned wildly, and there was a deep scratch on his face, which was scratched by the left hand with the chair leg during the fight just now.

Wang Da wiped his face with his hand, glanced at the blood on his finger, spat out a mouthful of blood and said viciously, "Little bastard, dare to beat my son."

A thought arose in everyone's mind, he was crazy.

The left disciple released his hand covering his arm, let out a breath, clenched his jaw tightly, and tightly gripped the back of the chair with his bloodstained five fingers. He couldn't find a more convenient weapon than the chair, so he could only avoid Wang Da's knife as much as possible. Fall on yourself.

The back of Wang Da's fat neck shook, and he was panting fiercely. He raised the knife eye high and slashed towards the left disciple with a fierce look.

If this moment can be extended infinitely, the picture can be split into frames like in a movie.

The sharp knife cut down the chair, and the wooden chair back split into two in an instant, and even the metal chair legs couldn't stop it in the slightest.

After a series of piercing metal rubbing sounds, the muffled sound of fleshy bones being cut was drowned out, and bright red blood spurted out like a spring, the left disciple's right wrist was cut off, and the severed hand fell on the table.

A tenth of a second later, a chair leg smashed into Wang Da's eyes, and at the same time, a wooden stick swept across his temple with a strong wind. Wang Da wailed in pain, and the watermelon knife fell into a pool of blood in response. middle.

The author has something to say:

Yu is a medical dog. With his qualified surgical results, Yu guarantees that the severed hand can be connected, at least Mr. Zuo's hand can be connected.