Lost in the game

The world is very quiet, so quiet that only the sound of my own heartbeat can be heard, and the surroundings are pitch black.This is where?Mo Wang looked at the pitch-black area, Mo Wang was afraid of the dark, he didn't know when it started, Mo Wang habitually turned on a light, whether it was sleeping, reading, or just sitting in a daze... The darkness around him at this moment made Mo Wang feel fear. The unknown of the darkness always makes people feel scared, but some people prefer to hide in such darkness. Mo Wang is probably afraid to admit that he may belong to this type of person Bar!

"Woooooooo..."

who is it?Who is crying?

"What's wrong with Xiaomo? Why are you crying?"

who is it?Who is talking?

"Come on, come to brother, be good, Xiao Mo won't cry!"

The boy's blurry figure makes it impossible to see his appearance clearly. Mo Wang only remembers the temperature of his palm, which is so warm and familiar. It is the temperature that makes Mo Wang nostalgic.

"Why is Xiao Mo crying?" This time, the boy's voice was clearer. Mo Wang raised his head and looked at the person in front of him. His body, which was slightly taller than Mo Wang's, blocked the light in front of Mo Wang's eyes. The smile is still so warm, the kind of warmth that no matter how much I can imitate, I can't see clearly the beautiful eyes in my memory, or the thin body wrapped in a white shirt. The body shields itself from wind and rain, but now, things have changed.

"I've become what you don't like!" The tears burst out, and they couldn't stop flowing out. The tears accumulated for many years seemed to have found a breakthrough at this moment, and the tears came fiercely towards this breakthrough, even though he kept I wiped away the tears with my hands, but it was still useless, and the tears continued to flow out.Mo Wang stood there, crying like a child who has been robbed of his beloved candy.

"Why should I like it?" The boy removed his hand from Mo Wang's head and looked at him with a smile.

"But, but..."

"Little Mo just live as you like." The boy turned around, the voice gradually faded away, Mo Wang suddenly raised his head, and he returned to the dark environment at the beginning, quiet, very quiet, just like the one just now Nothing happened.

"Di...di...di..." The sound of the instrument rang regularly in this quiet room, and the moonlight shone through the window on the person on the bed. On the body, there is no sign of someone inside, and the quilt is as flat as if it is spread on the bed. If it is not for the chest that rises and falls with breathing, and the instrument that shows the signs of life, it will make people feel that he is no longer alive. The illusion of life.

The eyelashes moved, the person on the bed opened his eyes, and what he saw was the familiar ceiling, surrounded by the choking smell of disinfectant, and the "didi" sound of the instrument making this quiet room even more strange feature.Mo Wang looked around the environment here. This is a hospital he was familiar with, and sighed silently. At this moment, his gaze was attracted by a black shadow by the window:

The originally tall body was curled up on the seat in front of the window at this moment. His face was invisible in the backlight, and his forehead was blocked by his thin hair. In the moonlight, his tightly knit eyebrows could be seen slightly. Pursed thin lips.His hands were crossed on his chest, his legs were naturally close together, the white shirt and black trousers were a little messed up, not as neat as before, and the suit jacket was casually put aside, one could tell it was in some kind of Came here in a hurry for a formal occasion.The whole person looks haggard at the moment.