Nested on the sofa, I watched three "Resident Evil" in a row.
The film tells the story of a biting monster infected with a virus. After being bitten by a monster, it will turn into a monster just like them, bite people crazily everywhere, and then die crazily.
This sounds a lot like the symptoms of rabies, except that it is more mad than rabies, and it is incurable and mortal.
I have seen enough of these monsters, and the effect is similar to the last piece of roast duck that I had for lunch today, a piece of roast duck skin with golden butter.
I took it out from the plate in front of Ran Ran and proudly showed it to her and PP, declaring that this was the best part of roast duck—the back. It is said that the roast duck in this part melts in your mouth.
Yes, it was the essence, but I got it in the wrong order, it was supposed to be the first bite of lunch, not the last. In the end, there is nothing left, not even desire.
I got sick of those monsters like I got sick of that duck skin.
I thought I wasn't scared, indeed, compared to The Ring and The Grudge, I'm almost not. This kind of film is more like an action film, there are handsome guys and beauties in it, and there are more scenes of them acting handsome than when monsters appear and are suspected to appear.
The little pig was lying on the sofa next to me, spreading his hands and feet, snoring slightly. I felt safe and didn't even have a towel in my eyes.
After watching it for a while, I felt cold and wrapped myself tightly in a towel. It got a little hot after a while, but I carried it and didn't want to stick my feet out. I always felt that the exposed body, especially the feet, was so far from the torso that it was easy to be bitten.
This feeling condensed on my feet, and I could feel the presence of my feet throughout the entire viewing process.
Towards the end of winter, my foot was bitten by a dog.
Last week, I saw the yellow dog that bit me at the gate of the courtyard again. It has grown into a big dog.
It trotted briskly ahead of me. He should be doing fine, fat and strong, with his tail raised high and pointed straight to the sky. The hair on its tail is very long, all falling back in one direction. When it trotted, those hairs swayed back and forth with its butt, like a fluttering flag.
I woke up very early the next day, but I didn't actually fall asleep all night.
The sky was already falling outside the window, and the surroundings were silent.
I propped myself up with my arms and turned my ears to listen to the movement outside the window. I heard the wind, the birds, and, thankfully, the cleaners sweeping the floor.
I know it's silly, but I do worry that, like the heroine in the movie, I wake up and find myself alone in the world. This concern is very real.
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