Rebirth: I escort the male god

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The slightly cool morning sun playfully ran into the white ward, wrapping the bleak ward with a touch of warm gold. Mi Tong was half lying on the bed, staring blankly at the birds on the branches outside the window, and could vaguely hear the sound of chatting downstairs.

When Mr. Mi brought breakfast over, he saw that his son looked lifeless. He sighed, poured out some porridge from the thermos bucket, blew it cool carefully, and brought it to his mouth.

Mi Tong subconsciously swallowed the porridge back. After being fed like this, he only ate less than half a bowl of porridge. The person on the bed closed his lips, indicating that he didn't want to eat anymore. Mi's father didn't make things difficult for him and took out a tissue to wipe his mouth.

After packing up the things and putting them in the refrigerator, Mi's father pulled the quilt higher a little, then sat on the edge of the bed and started peeling an apple.

"Tongtong, he's outside, do you want to see him?"

Suddenly, Mi's father's voice rang out, and Mi Tong's originally lifeless eyes slowly met Mi's father's gaze. He knew who his father was talking about. That person had been with him since he woke up, but was driven away by him.

They have already broken up, so there should be no further involvement. Besides, he is here now, probably because Huo Xiaoqi said something unpleasant to him and he feels guilty about it.

But I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. "Let him go back. I don't want to see him."

When I saw it, I would remember how stupid I was. Why did I get so excited that I slid the blade down my wrist? He was obviously so afraid of pain. I guess he was bewitched at that time.

The hand that was peeling an apple paused slightly, and Father Mi looked at someone with slightly red eyes. He felt helpless. They were obviously still in love, so why did things become so awkward, even the one outside the door.

They were getting along fine before, so why did they become like this since Fu Yilan showed up?

But now he has nothing to ask for but that his son is safe. "Okay, I'll let him go later. Come, have an apple. It's good for your health."

"Dad, I don't want to eat yet, you can leave it there for now." He had no appetite at all at the moment. He made the porridge just now to reassure his dad, otherwise he wouldn't want to eat it. Now his stomach was churning like crazy, but he had to hold it in so as not to let his dad notice that something was wrong.

Mr. Mi had no choice but to take out the bowl he had just washed, fill it with water, add salt, and put the apples in to prevent oxidation.

Last night, these Mi fathers looked at Mi Tong lying on the bed again, "Are you really not going to see him? He has been waiting outside for three consecutive days and nights without leaving..."

Mi Tong shook his head. It was not that he didn't want to see her, but that he couldn't. Since they had already broken up, he might as well do it completely. Keeping lingering feelings was not his style, and it was even less so than Ling Qing's style.

"Okay, I understand... Dad hopes you won't make a decision that you'll regret..."

"No... Dad, I want to go abroad to find my mom..."

His mother is a painter. In order to find inspiration to create better works every year, she wanders abroad all year round. Except for the Chinese New Year and his birthday, their meetings are limited to video calls once every two days.

Father Mi paused as he walked to the door and was about to open it, then quickly returned to normal, "Okay... Dad will arrange it for you."

It’s good this way. When I’m not in the country, I won’t have so many troubles and I won’t be so depressed.

Ling Qing, who was waiting outside the door, heard the sound of the door opening and immediately came forward, "Uncle, is Tongtong okay? Is he willing to see me today? I'm sorry, it's mostly my fault, I shouldn't have said that about him..."

Ever since he learned that Mi Tong committed suicide, Ling Qing has regretted it immensely, especially the one-day and one-night rescue and the several critical illness notices that were issued. He wished he could turn back time so that he could go back and slap himself a few times. How could he have said those words impulsively!

Almost. If Mi Tong had been just a little bit short of survival, he would have really lost him forever...

It was not until then that he realized that all his carefree attitude was a lie. He simply could not let go of that little scoundrel. Even though she loved to go against him, he would always choose Huo Qiyan between himself and her. It didn't matter. As long as Tongtong could live well, he still had a chance to make Tongtong stand on his side.

Father Mi closed the door gently, blocking Ling Qing's sight. "Don't be sorry. There is no right or wrong in love. This time it was Tongtong who was reckless. I will teach him a lesson. You go back and have a sleep first, then clean yourself up. After all, it's still a long battle."

Ling Qing wanted to say that it was okay, he was not sleepy, but when he heard the second half of Father Mi's words, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Uncle, are you saying that I have a chance?!"

Otherwise why would I suddenly say this to him? It must be true!

"Go back, take a shower, have a good sleep, and everything will be fine." Father Mi did not deny it, but did not admit it either. He just urged him to go back again.

This time Ling Qing did not refuse, and said happily towards the door, "I will be back soon. I am so sloppy now, I think you will be disgusted if you see me..."

Only after Ling Qing's figure disappeared around the corner did Father Mi softly say sorry, but he had to do this for Tongtong.

"Tongtong, can we go tonight?" Father Mi pushed open the door and discussed with his son in a low voice until he was worried about the person outside the door. "I have asked him to go back. He should come back tomorrow. It is safe during this period."

"……good……"

Isn't this what I want? Why do I feel so sad? Looking at the little birds that have paired up outside the window, I wonder if you can help me find a pen and some paper. I want to write a few words to Huo Xiaoqi, otherwise he might call the police.

Although he knew that Huo Qiyan's explanation was just an excuse, Mi's father did not expose her. He went to the nurse's station to borrow paper and pen from the nurse.

Facing the paper and pen in front of him, Mi Tong didn't know what to write. His mind was blank. Father Mi didn't disturb him, but just reminded him quietly, "Tongtong, the car will arrive in half an hour, and we will go directly to the airport."

"it is good……"

Many words flashed through my mind, but none of them seemed appropriate at this moment...

When Mr. Mi said that the car would arrive in ten minutes, Mi Tong finally slowly picked up the pen and wrote down what he wanted to say to Ling Qing on the white paper.

The car was about to arrive downstairs. Father Mi quickly packed up the things in the ward and walked out of the ward with Mi Tong. When passing by the nurse's station, he asked the nurse to help hand the folded paper to Ling Qing, and then, with the help of Father Mi, he took the elevator downstairs.

The moment the elevator door closed, another elevator arrived, and Ling Qing came out with a bulging bag of snacks in her hand...