Street office where the wind lives

"The patient has been alone in a closed and dark environment for a long time, and was forced to take hallucinogenic drugs, which caused serious sensory and psychological damage. It triggered a primitive stress response, which is what we commonly call hysteria."

"Doctor, how do you treat it? Our family members will definitely cooperate!"

"Auntie, don't worry." The young doctor in a white coat comforted Mother Wei's shoulders, and said softly, "There are many causes of hysteria, and each patient's cause is different. At present...cough There is no systemic treatment—however, there are many cases of mild cases that heal over time."

"Mr. Wei suddenly changed his environment, causing him to have a cognitive bias towards people and things in the outside world, causing amnesia and degeneration of behavioral abilities. We can only intervene with him through psychotherapy. If After he woke up, he violently hurt others, and he was treated with some sedative drugs. But in general, the heart disease needs to be treated with heart medicine, and the company of family members is the most important thing."

Outside the ward, Mother Wei's conversation with the young doctor continued.From time to time in the corridor, medical staff in white coats and masks hurried past. They had no time to grieve for the helplessness of the last patient, and the time and energy saved must be immediately invested in the next life-and-death struggle with death.

For those whose lives are counting down and may end abruptly at any time, what are the symptoms of insanity and hysteria that look like normal people?But mediocrity.

Life in this world, except life and death, is nothing but business.

Luan Zhou gently wiped Wei Nanfeng's face with a warm wet towel. The man's cheeks were sunken into two deep pits, his face was black and blue, and his lips were dehydrated and chapped, looking like a dying bone. There is no dust left on the shelf that can be blown by any gust of wind.

Wei Nanfeng's current appearance is really terrifying, but Luan Zhouhun doesn't care, his eyes are like treasures.After wiping his face, he lathered him up again, and shaved off all the green stubble around his chin, as carefully as putting a film on the top of an overpass.

The days are as dull as boiled water, and the end of the year is approaching. Wei Nanfeng has been in a coma for more than a month. The riots, injuries, and running and shouting that the doctors worried about did not happen. He has been lying quietly like this, with a stable heart rate, and no Any signs of waking up.

During the visit, Nie Yiming brought the first good news in months: the municipal government personally promised to carry out the reconstruction project of Wuyi Road.

He put the bouquet bought in the supermarket downstairs on the small cabinet in front of the bed, and sat on the accompanying bed.

"Director Wei, you can rest assured now. The gang of biting mad dogs under the Land Bureau dared to forcibly demolish the roadside stalls without a court judgment in their hands. This seriously violated the urban and rural planning laws and regulations, and even brought the corrupt officials on top of them. The leaders were all taken over by the Municipal Bureau."

"I don't know who posted the news on the Internet. Netizens were blown away when they saw it, and they reposted it over ten thousand times in an instant, demanding a thorough investigation of the planning projects handled by the Land Bureau. The gray income is almost catching up with the national treasury."

Nie Yiming casually opened a bottle of expired six walnuts and filled most of the bottle without panting. Luan Zhou moved it from Wei Nanfeng's office. He Qizheng, Wang Laoji, and middle-aged and elderly royal companions, six walnuts, ginkgo dew, and eight-treasure porridge are equal to each other, and each mountain is higher than the other.Luan Zhou looked worried, so he had to move them to the ward in batches, and wiped them out bottle by bottle with the help of Director Wei's enduring goodwill.

The expired poisonous gas invaded the internal organs in an instant, Nie Yiming slammed his mouth twice, and all the nasolabial folds, forehead lines, and crow's feet appeared, his face turned from red to purple and then green, all the way to the base of his neck.

"What the hell is this?! Wei Nanfeng, wake up, your husband is going to poison me to death!"

Luan Zhou was noncommittal, and leisurely handed him another bottle of Jiaduobao: "Since it's not to Captain Nie's taste, then drink this, it won't expire in 24 hours, it's the highest courtesy, if you can't do it, wait until the Lantern Festival is over." , and will send a new one.”

Nie Yiming waved his hands desperately, as if he saw Dichlorvos, "Don't, don't, I've finished my business, I'll go, can I go, I won't disturb your two world, don't wait, you open another bottle of sulfuric acid feed me."

Luan Zhou snorted, and stuffed a soda can into his uniform pocket.

"You don't need to thank me for buying Weibo trolls to hype, it should be."

"Oh~ so it's you—hey, don't, let go, take it away!"

Before the words of thanks could be uttered, Captain Nie, who was concerned about the country and the people, ran away after assistant Luan Zhou left a can of Jiaduobao on the right and Qizheng chased him down.

The ward returned to a quiet room, only the roar of the monitor remained.

-

On New Year's Eve, Mario took Xue Mei Niang, Wei's father and Wei mother, and the group set up the New Year's Eve dinner booth in the hospital.

Mr. Wei's dumpling making is at the level of a three-star Michelin chef. A few ordinary vegetables made a few big plates of colorful "family portraits".

All the other patients in the ward went home for the New Year, and the whole room became their world. After drinking for three rounds, accompanied by the background music of "Unforgettable Tonight", Mario suddenly got up and raised a lamp to Luan Zhou.

"Zhou'er, thanks to you and Brother Wei for taking care of me this year, I am very content with you two brothers. I am not good at other polite words, I would like to toast you, it's all in the wine!"

It was rare for Luan Zhou to see him with such a formal appearance, he was surprised for a moment, stood up quickly, raised a glass full of white wine in one hand, and even drank Wei Nanfeng's share.

Mario breathed a sigh of relief, his face was blushing and his neck was thick, the back of his head was almost bald by his scratching, his old face was rarely red with embarrassment.

"Well, uncles and aunts, Zhouer, and Xueer have passed the one-shot exam, and they will go back to Shanghai after the new year. Her father and the school have passed the exam ahead of time. They said that as long as they pass the culture class, it is not a big problem to get into the show. I thought about quitting my job here, accompanying her there, and supervising her review."

The voice fell, and the table was silent.

Feelings are waiting for him here, the taste of the food in Luan Zhou's mouth suddenly changed, the couple came to say goodbye.

I don't know if it's because the life is too leisurely to cause parting sorrow. As he gets older, he has fewer and fewer friends around him, and he is more and more reluctant to part.

He raised his head and drank a glass of white wine alone. Luan Zhou's throat was a little hot from the smell of wine, and most of his sad emotions calmed down. Yes, there is no banquet in the world that lasts. Mario followed his own happiness. It's a good thing, a brother should congratulate him, wish him a bright future, and wish the two of them a happy marriage for a hundred years.

"Sure, when are you leaving? I'll take you to the airport." Luan Zhou put a dumpling in each bowl for him and Xue Mei Niang, "Come back and have a look after the exam when you're free. Then we'll be hosts to entertain you." .”

He said it lightly, directly taking Wei Nanfeng into consideration, even though Director Xiao Wei is still unconscious, before the table is full of big fish and meat, he can only keep company with nutrient solution and glucose.

Mario is a person with low emotional intelligence, he was stabbed by what Luan Zhou said, and he was speechless for a while.

Fortunately, there was an explosion at the right time, and the window was suddenly bright as day, and a firework rose in the night sky, and then more and more, one after another, colorful flowers bloomed in the dark night, bursting out dazzling brilliance, every day One of them all shot straight into the sky and fell suddenly, leaving a layer of thick and colorful smoke in the sky.

The bell from the turret rings at the right time, reminding the world that no matter whether the past year was good or bad, we should say goodbye to the old and welcome the new and look forward.

Luan Zhou dangled the almost empty wine bottle with the fried peanuts at the bottom of the bowl, raised his head suddenly, and poured the root of the wine down his throat. The numbers on the screen and the neon lights outside the window are intertwined into a film, half psychedelic, half reality.

Time is like passing water, and it is impossible to chase after it. Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and ten thousand trees spring in front of the sick tree.

-

Cold comes and summer goes, autumn harvests and winter hides.Jiuru City ushered in the scorching heat that has never happened in a century. Fortunately, the young saplings planted last year are growing gratifyingly, and the heather trees stand along the road, casting a shade on the traffic passing by on the Wuyi Road.

After the expansion, the Wuyi Road has taken on a new look. The newly-built store funded by the government has been fully opened. The craftsmanship of the Ma sisters finally reunited after a few years of absence. The host of the food column followed the scent to shoot once. Wuyi Road has officially become a well-known "food street".

The next day, reporters from the local TV station came to interview the leaders of the Wuyi Road Office and talk about the secret of successful planning.

Although Luan Zhou still doesn't like to show off, he is no longer nervous when facing the camera. He has read the old notes left by Wei Nanfeng countless times, and he has almost memorized them backwards. Then he caters to the general direction of the country and says a few official words that go hand in hand with the motherland , The reporter doesn't even need to edit the article, it can be published directly.

A few days later, there were overwhelming reports about Wuyi Road, and the original narrow path became a landmark of Jiuru City overnight.

Luan Zhou handles the affairs of the office alone, and becomes a whirling spinning top during the day.In the evening, he went to bed with him as usual. Wei Nanfeng had already been transferred from the hospital to a nearby nursing home, and successfully occupied the bed of an old lady with his increasingly restored appearance.

A few months ago, a seventy-year-old old lady grabbed her four-legged crutches to the ground and put her [-] million yuan on her hips. She insisted on giving up the bed to the newcomers, saying that she wanted to go back to her hometown to bask in the sun. Living in the city is too suffocating.

The doctors and nurses tried to persuade them, but before they left, the old lady put down the unfinished fruit basket, stuffed a red dragon fruit into Wei Nanfeng's hand, and said with a smile: "Young man, you need to recover quickly. I heard that you are very good at chess, so play a game with me, and grandma will bring you homemade pumpkin pie."

Luan Zhou personally sent the old lady to the car, turned around resentfully under the angry eyes of his children, and jumped back to the ward at the speed of Liu Xiang's [-]-meter hurdle.

When the nurse came in to change the drip bottle, he just sat by the bed and held Wei Nanfeng's hand.

Wei Nanfeng's palm was as warm as before, but it was a little stiff to pinch after being inactive for a long time.Luan Zhou loved to write in his palm when he was free, the names of the two of them, and sometimes other people's names, but in his heart he hoped that Wei Nanfeng could remember the most clearly, even if he woke up one day and forgot everything, Just don't forget him.

Luan Zhou spent most of the year in the ward, so he simply moved his notebook to write novels.The recently completed book was fortunately selected by the editor, and contacted the manufacturer to publish it. A small signing event will be held in Linshi in two days.

Even though he knew Wei Nanfeng couldn't hear him, Luan Zhou would still tell him.

"Don't worry if I'm not here. Be obedient and listen to the nurse sister. I'll be back soon."

While he was chattering, he picked up Wei Nanfeng's handwriting, probably because of the recent good things going on, and he even wrote a poem, a piece of "Xizhou Song" from the Southern and Northern Dynasties that he accidentally found that day. One sentence is quite to his liking.

"The south wind knows what I want, blowing dreams to Xizhou."

Luan Zhou wrote stroke by stroke, as if he wanted to engrave this sentence into his heart. At the end, he paused with his fingertips and changed "zhou" to "zhou".

The original meaning of this poem is that only the south wind knows my heart, I hope it can bring my dreams and lovesickness to Lang Jun's side.If you take a closer look, it seems a bit appropriate.

The young man who had suffered from lovesickness read it in a trance, suddenly smiled foolishly, slightly bent his fingers, rewritten it as knock, and knocked on the palm of his sweetheart over and over again.

Under the light of the table lamp, the canoe cufflinks glow with stars, like fireflies walking alone in the dark night.

Perhaps this life is very long, and the waiting time is immeasurable,

But he will hold the key in the name of love,

Again and again, knocking on the closed atrium.

——End of full text——

The author has something to say: I finally finished writing. It’s really easy to write a realistic article with real feelings. It made me feel sad for two days haha. There are two or three extra articles, and more recently~

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☆, Extra Story [-]: King of Wu Mian, King of Uncrowned King

Extra Story [-] The King of Wu Mian, the Uncrowned King

When you were young, did you ever fall in love with someone recklessly?Perhaps at that time, the ignorant hot heart has not yet understood what liking is, and the root of love will quietly deepen when you are not prepared. So far, it has been like a thorn in the bone, scratching the heart and scratching the liver, no matter how difficult it is to get rid of.

Wu Mian is the thorn in the crown prince's heart, which penetrates deep into the veins of his heart and touches his bones.

In the narrow and cramped utility room at the far end of the men's toilet, a frail young man put his hands on the ground, trying to support his scarred body with his dislocated arms.

However, in the next second, a dark cloud covered him, and all his efforts were in vain.A brand-new spike shoe stepped on the top of his head hard, pressing his side face to the ground and rubbing it left and right. The smell of inferior disinfectant and urinal rushed into his nostrils, causing the boy to retch uncontrollably and cry physiologically. It slipped from the corner of the upper eye, and passed the end of the other eye. The eyes are always foggy, like a picture of a nightmare, which cannot be seen clearly, and every part of the body feels extremely real, so real that it is almost cruel.

"We are all in the same class...You..." The boy choked up helplessly, a bloody smell rose from his throat, and the tears that would burst out of his eyes in the future flowed back into his throat, bitterer than Coptis chinensis.

The "classmates" he called were laughing at him, kicking him, and humiliating him. Fists the size of sandbags rained down on his back.

These people are cunning, the boy thought, masters of the prank game and never laying their hands on the faces of their victims.

The boy who was pushed to the ground and beaten still looked like a clean and tidy good student.If you spray the air freshener twice now, you can immediately give a speech at the flag-raising ceremony.

Time is like an old tortoise, almost standing still.

Wu Mian was spread on the ground like mud, suffering both physical and psychological torture.In the eyes of the perpetrators, this usually aloof and arrogant monitor is a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of these underachievers.It is no different from the damp and dark dirt in the cesspool, it is something that should not exist in the world.

It is not a pity to die.

They've been wanting to do this for a long time, since the results of the midterm exam were handed out.But the monitor usually has someone to pick him up after school, so the opportunity to place orders is rare.People who have been squatting for two weeks before being caught, naturally cannot be easily let go.

An obscene boy opened his trousers with a sinister smile, and the hideous tool poked out his head curiously, pointing his gun at the shivering boy on the ground.

Sudden--

"Stop—" At the moment of release, a yell sounded out of rhythm, as if the still button was pressed on the screen, several violent teenagers stopped their movements at the same time, and followed the prestige with horror on their faces.

I saw that the teaching director's shiny Mediterranean reflected the blinding light in the afterglow of the setting sun, and launched a laser attack. Several big boys were shot dead on the spot in an instant, and they turned into one, two, three, four, five sticks with straight pens.

The one who had just strung the bow didn't pay attention, lost the border and was about to urinate.Wu Mian wanted to get up in a hurry, but his hands slipped and he fell back to the ground heavily. He closed his eyes resignedly, and at this moment, a pair of strong hands pulled him up.

"Ah!" After exclaiming, Wu Mian barely stood still, and Wu Mian opened his eyes and stared at the person close at hand.

"You are...that...king...king...?"

"Tsk, what's your name a dog? I'm the crown prince! The emperor's king, the prince's prince."

Such an arrogant tone, but his face was somewhat familiar.

"Crown Prince..." Wu Mian muttered silently, his cerebral cortex was a little stranded in shock, and he couldn't remember who this life-saving benefactor was.

"Okay, you brats, have you got the guts of a bear?! How dare you team up to bully the monitor! Get out of the way to the office door and stand against the wall! I'll call your homes one by one right now, parents come! Don’t even think about running away before!”

Just as they were stalemate, the dean's broken gong sounded on the ground, and the boys were suddenly scared to death. The last one who ran out forgot to pull his pants chain, and walked openly in the school corridor where people came and went.

Unsurprisingly, the dean gave him a sharp flying kick, which softened him.

After everyone left, Wu Mian broke away from the crown prince, limped and jumped to the side of the radiator, trying to rely on his own strength to stand upright, but unexpectedly, the moment his palm touched the cold iron pipe, his heart ached. the pain.

—It was worn out when it was kicked on the ground just now.

"Shhh? You..."

Regardless of his objection, the crown prince caught him again, and wrapped his arms around his shoulders tightly, making him unable to move.Wu Mian was inexplicably a little embarrassed. If this posture were replaced by some delicate elementary school girl, it could be said to be quite ambiguous.But he, Wu Mian, was also a vigorous young man, and he was also the leader of the first class. Although he was not as tall as the crown prince, a boy in his teens who was drawing a bar should not be underestimated.

Being carried out of the men's toilet by another boy in the same class like a chicken, what will happen after that?

So, "Let go, I can go by myself." Wu Mian pushed the arm that the crown prince was putting on him, trying to regain his shoulder.However, the strength is like an itch, it's useless.

"I thought, you would say thank you, class, head, university, person."

The crown prince didn't move at all, adjusted a comfortable posture, and continued to embrace him.Seeing through Wu Mian's embarrassment, she didn't go to the crowded place, but led him to the path behind the classroom.

The squad leader's sarcasm was full of sarcasm, Wu Mian's eye sockets turned red, and the wound on his body began to ache. He was so painful that he walked floating, and stepped on the crown prince's basketball shoes.

"..."

"Yes...sorry, oh, and...and thank you."

The crown prince's footsteps stopped abruptly, and Wu Mian suddenly felt a little nervous. The naughty boy in front of him just appeared with the teaching director, so there are nine out of ten that he made a small report, so I really should express my gratitude.But judging by his appearance of [-] million, he doesn't seem like someone who bothers to sue the teacher.

Wu Mian looked down at the black footprints on the crown prince's shoes, feeling complicated for a moment.

"Hey, monitor, what are you doing?"

A chestnut exploded on his head, sweeping away the guilt and bewilderment just now, Wu Mian raised his head angrily, like an angry lion cub, with soft fur all over his body, round and round Dong stared at the Crown Prince.

"How dare you use your hands and feet! Also, don't call me so eccentric!"

Seeing that the squad leader was finally made a little angry, the crown prince unconsciously curled the corners of his lips, bent down, and looked at Wu Mian with interest from his bangs that were wet with cold sweat and dried by the wind.

"Then what should I call you? Xiao Mian, A Mian, or... Mian Mian?"

Wu Mian's fist swung over violently, the crown prince straightened up quickly, and held the snow-white fist head-on, wrapped his big hand around the small hand and shook it.

"Why are you angry? Pick one, according to my opinion, or call it Mianmian, how cute. Mianmian, Mianmian?"

"You—" Wu Mian's face was flushed red, as long as he raised his arm a little, the muscles on his arm would ache unbearably. Also hateful.

"Call me monitor!"

He slammed down a sentence, and limped away angrily.

"Hey, you're injured, don't run so fast—" The crown prince caught up with him in two or three steps, relying on his long legs, and brought him back again, checking him up and down.

"If you go to the school doctor's office, you must be afraid of being seen. After leaving the school gate, find a pharmacy to buy you some Yunnan Baiyao. If you don't treat this injury, you won't be able to stand up tomorrow, let alone come to school."

"You! Don't scare me! This is not the first time..." Wu Mianyue said, his voice became softer, and finally turned into a mosquito humming.

The crown prince's warm palm was pressed against the back of his hand, and his body seemed to be in more pain. He had been beaten so many times and he was used to it. Why did he feel like he couldn't bear it this time?

People, once they receive care, they don't want to lick their wounds.

Wu Mian sighed, and stopped carrying it hard, and obediently followed the crown prince. It was only a few steps away from the school gate. The two of them still walked slowly, not panicking at all about the upcoming homework.

The setting sun draws an edge along the boundary line between the sky and the earth, and the fiery red setting sun is like a marathon runner struggling hard, breaking through the finish line with a whiff.

"Thank you." Wu Mian suddenly turned his head and smiled at the crown prince.Xiaguang cast a thick and colorful bottom on his eyes, and the brilliance that couldn't be hidden in his eyes burst out in an instant, and sprinkled on the throbbing young man's heart on the opposite side.

The crown prince was a little dazed, obviously he should say you are welcome or pretend to be aggressive, and say "Help you by the way".But when the words came to his lips, he couldn't get them out. In the end, his thoughts twisted into a rope, hesitatingly said: "You... If you are bullied again next time, just tell me and I will support you."

A trace of helplessness flashed across Wu Mian's smile, the crown prince realized that something was wrong, and hurriedly changed his words.

"No! With me here, no one will bully you anymore!"

The boy's words were loud, and Wu Mian's eyes widened for a moment, then narrowed again, "No need, I'm the monitor, how can the monitor remember the grudges of other students? Forget it."

He chewed the two words of the crown prince several times in his mouth, and finally swallowed them as a piece of bonbon. Sweet words are bitter in nature, so they should be drunk nonsense.

"Others can hate evil like hatred, and if they refuse to accept it, they will go up. Only I can't, because I am the monitor, I am a good student, I am the teacher's hope, and I am a role model for my classmates."

Wu Mian often reminds himself over and over again that you are a role model, and a role model cannot be defeated.

"But why?"

The crown prince raised his eyebrows, but didn't listen to the truth: "What?"

"I obviously didn't do anything, why?"

Wu Mian smiled wryly, tears welled up in the corners of his eyes, the evening wind blew over every scar on his body, and the chill came out from the cracks in his bones, like densely packed gangrene, putting heavy shackles on his soul.

He is only 12 years old, but he has to dance in shackles every day.

"You're right," suddenly, a cold light shot out from his eyes, and the crown prince patted him on the shoulder lightly.

"For those who are not talented and unwilling to work hard, your existence has already made them hate it to the bone. But you are right. What is wrong is that those maggots living in the sewers are obviously fond of feces, but they want to Envious of butterflies emerging from their cocoons."

Wu Mian's young mind can't analyze the meaning of this passage for the time being. He just thinks that this "classmate" is different from others. He is born with danger, but he can be turned into a sharp blade to protect others.

The crown prince rubbed Wu Mian's soft bangs, and ended the topic.I took out a crumpled ball of paper from the pocket of my school uniform pants, unfolded it carefully, and handed it over, "This is your glory, keep it for yourself, and don't let others trample on it casually."

"This is... my test paper?" Wu Mian was both surprised and delighted. He temporarily cleared his mind of doubts, completely blocked his cleanliness attributes, and took the wet and dirty paper as if he had found a treasure.

"Obviously they have been thrown into the trash can..."

"I picked it up just now when you weren't paying attention."

The crown prince snapped up.

Wu Mian wiped his tears with his sleeve indiscriminately, typed up three pages of manuscripts with words of thanks, and when he looked up again, his eyes were already smiling.

"Come on, I'll treat you to some ice!"

At that time, Wu Mian was still a piece of white jade with slight flaws, he didn't have the problem of being rebellious as a young man later on, and he didn't have the hatchback malice towards the world after Huiji must be hurt. forward.

Next to the empty playground after school, the crown prince let him pull it, his index finger and middle finger gently clamped his cuff, a trace of imperceptible sweetness came to his heart, like the roadside flowers blooming in early spring, the breeze blows, secretly Fragrant sleeves.

From then on, a young man lived in the lonely castle of the dragon, and the dragon swore to protect him forever and give everything he had until the day when he no longer needed himself.

-

Six years later, Jiuru Airport.

A jet airliner slowly departed from the flight path, drawing a continuous trace across the sky.

Wu Mian's father, a civil servant, asked someone to find a relationship so that he could go directly to study in the United States without taking the college entrance examination where millions of soldiers cross the single-plank bridge.

I got the ticket early in the morning, and I was on the passenger plane just now.

The crown prince came out of the convenience store and lit a cigarette with a snap. This was his first time smoking a cigarette. He clumsily blew on the cigarette holder, his eyes were blackened by choking, and he almost coughed out his lungs.

"This taste is really strong..." he thought, "It's the most deadly to pretend to be aggressive."

The idea of ​​using smoke to relieve his worries was in vain, so the crown prince simply leaned on the guardrail and looked at the sky. For a few days, there were a few clouds, and a few birds flew over. Wu Mian had been away from him for a few minutes...

Director Xiaowei once said that Wuyi Road is not a place to keep people, especially young people who are full of ambitions, who would stick to this dilapidated small place.

And his little boy was also full-fledged, and he could soar for nine days without his protection, flying all the way out of Wuyi Road, and flying to the more distant sky.

The tattoo on the inner side of the leg began to ache again. The Crown Prince straightened his trouser legs as much as possible to let the wind energy pour in from the trousers, relieving part of the pain.

This was tattooed by Wu Mian with him yesterday, and the last one was the fulfillment of the friendship between friends for many years.

In the process of tattooing, the crown prince asked to clear the field.For a whole afternoon, Wu Mian couldn't let him know.The template he took was torn from Wu Mian's homework book. One Chinese dictation, there was an idiom that was the uncrowned king. Circulating the display made the students roar with laughter.

The piece of dictation paper was finally thrown into the wastebasket by Wu Mian, but the crown prince quietly picked it up and kept it till now.

Now, it has become a part of his body, with four fiery words attached to his body - King of Wu Mian.

"Wu Mian's crown prince", this is the crown prince's own comment, but this little thought is not enough for outsiders, so it's better to keep him talking.

After all, in the next few years, the king of Wu Mian will eventually become the uncrowned king.

☆、Fan Wai II stand together through thick and thin

The crosswind from the back street blows past. In late summer and early autumn, the sun is just right and the breeze is not dry. It is a rare good weather.

Luan Zhou sat in the special car sent by the organizer, and for the first time enjoyed the street view of Wuyi Road from the perspective of a tourist, and found that it was really... Mottled and dilapidated, nothing to see.

He gave a low laugh, stretched his legs out of boredom, pulled the pillow in the back seat and hugged him, and leaned lazily on the back of the chair.

Lexus was about to leave the intersection, his eyes were still attached to the window with nostalgia, following the gradually fading plants and trees, and his heart could not be calm for a long time.

For more than a year, Luan Zhou has hardly stepped out of the Wuyi Road. The daily life of the nursing home and the office does not make him feel monotonous, but he is happy to be at ease.

Doing Wei Nanfeng's former job, walking the path he walked, occasionally stopping to sigh with emotion, wondering whether there might be traces of him on the green bricks under his feet.

Very good, Luan Zhou closed his eyes contentedly.

-

As the time for the signing event approached, the venue was crowded with fans who came to ask for autographs and group photos. Luan Zhou and his car were squeezed into the periphery of the venue one mile away. The crowd surrounded him and couldn't move.

A private message on Weibo, from the fan president Xue Mei Niang, the content is a group photo of her and Mario standing in front of the signing stage holding the new book they just bought. The two lower eyelids put on a playful crying face.

"Look, madam, this is what I have built for you. Are you moved? The sales of new books are so hot that I can't afford to love you anymore, huh."

Luan Zhou glanced at the impenetrable road ahead, and replied dumbfounded: "Don't dare to move, don't dare to move."

Then click on the photo, slide the screen with your index finger and thumb to zoom in, glance over the faces of every fan, and sigh from the bottom of your heart, "My harem is indeed all beauties."

The hour hand and the minute hand greeted three times, and the signing meeting was in the middle of it. Luan Zhou hadn't put down the pen in his hand, signed with his right hand, shook hands with his left hand, and spit out a few rustic love words from time to time, even selling books. Laugh with you, buy one get one free, one water assembly line operation.

After signing the batch before the cordon, he finally took the time to drink some water. The cooling effect of the central air conditioner in the venue was better than nothing. During the summer solstice, he was so hot that he sweated. Bottle of water, this ordinary behavior for no reason caused a group of fans outside the cordon five meters behind to scream wildly, mouthfuls of rainbow farts were broadcast indiscriminately in an instant.

"God, he grew up eating cute food!"

"Can write books and tease at the same time, what a talented and handsome man, my sister loves you!"

"I'm afraid you are going to be sad, such a little brother must have a boyfriend."

Of the rainbow farts full of hype, only the last sentence caught Luan Zhou's ears.

"What should I do? I haven't seen you for a few hours. I miss my boyfriend."

Before leaving, Luan Zhou specifically told the nurse to report to him in time if there was any situation, and put the phone camera on the bedside so that he could see Wei Nanfeng when he opened the video call.

"Just take a look during the break." Luan Zhou thought while borrowing the cover of the pile of books to sneak out his phone and start a video call.

It was a familiar snow-white, and the bedding on the hospital bed was a little messy. Luan Zhou sat down and put the phone upright against the book, and suddenly, there was a movement in his hands!

The ward in the picture is still that ward, but there is something wrong!

He could hardly hold back the trembling in his breathing, his heart skipped a beat while beating extremely fast, and the noise from the outside world was like a glass cover, tightly fastening his mind to this side of the bed.

The hospital bed is empty!

In a panic, he knocked down the uncapped mineral water bottle, but in the blink of an eye, the water flowed across the table, soaking a stack of brand new postcards in front of him.

Xue Mei Niang on the side was speaking to appease the fans in the distance. When she heard the movement, she turned her head quickly. She was so scared that the wig almost separated from her scalp. Then, like a wild rabbit rushing, she rushed to rescue today's fan benefits in three steps at a time.

While holding up the water bottle, she blocked the pervasive water flow. Of course, her mouth was not idle, and she scolded like a machine gun: "My wife, what's wrong with you? Suddenly, I feel restless. Fans will be worried when they see it."

Luan Zhou couldn't concentrate on listening to her thoughts, so he grabbed his sleeve and moved closer, "I'm sorry, hold on here, I have important things to do, so I have to leave."

"Ah?? Wh, what?!" Xue Mei Niang's wrist was painfully gripped by him, and she twitched twice, but she still couldn't let go of the restraint, and tears rolled in her eyes, "My wife, you What are you going to do again, if there is anything you can’t do after sitting here peacefully and signing, please do me a favor and don’t make things difficult for me.”

Luan Zhou lowered his brows and eyes, barely moved his mouth, quickly said "Sorry," and walked out past her with one hand.The fans didn't know why, and looked around one after another. The security guard was squeezed by the crowd and staggered back a few steps, spreading his arms to act as a protective fence. However, the power was weak, and the soft-soled leather shoes were trampled into black plastic bags. The scene was out of control for a while.

Luan Zhou kept walking. He called out the nurse's phone number from the emergency dial list, and was about to make a call. At this moment, an external force pulled him back, his heels slammed, and he looked down.

I saw a glutinous rice and white dough carved in powder and jade was being picked up on his trouser leg, climbing up bone by bone.

"I'm going to go—" Luan Zhou almost swears for a moment, raised his head, and covered his face with one hand, "Whose brat is this?"

Lifting the little boy by the collar and putting him on the ground, Luan Zhou didn't know what to do for a moment.

——The child didn't cry when he saw him, it's amazing!

The security guards were all around the perimeter of the cordon to intercept and watch the fans. Luan Zhou couldn't leave the brat who wasn't even as high as his knees alone, so he struggled for a minute. Finally, he took a deep breath and squatted down. , I lost my patience for the rest of my life, and tried to keep my tone as gentle as possible: "Hey kid, why are you here by yourself, what about your adults!"

"..."

"..."

This child is also really strong. He didn't cry in fright when he met such an iron bread man, but smiled cocooningly.Luan Zhou's brows instantly twisted into prunes, and he unconsciously tilted his neck back, trying to stay away from this heartless embryo.

Unexpectedly, the little boy came after him.

"Dad...Dad..."

"!!!"

"Hey, I have a bad temper, don't misunderstand your father."

Luan Zhou, who was happy to be a father, was full of disgust and made a gesture to push him away. As soon as he stretched out his hand, the little boy spread out his soft palms to hug him.

Luan Zhou turned pale with shock. Normal preschool children would either cry or hide when they saw him, but this one is fine, begging for a hug?

"Um... I can't hold a baby."

The two stared at each other for a moment, Luan Zhou was defeated first, "Forget it, come on."

He swung his arms vigorously, hugging the little boy with his nose not his nose and his eyes not his eyes.

However, the child seemed to be possessed by a demon, and he was still restless after holding it up high, so he rushed behind him and called Dad.Attracting everyone's attention, Luan Zhou collapsed and couldn't cover his mouth with his hand, so he had to threaten him with his eyes, but it had little effect. With the sound of footsteps approaching behind him, the boy screamed more and more happily.

"Whose unlucky kid is this? I have to—"

In the next second, a man walked around from behind, and Luan Zhou's unfinished words were cut off in his throat.

After a long silence, there was a flash of light in the air, and there was another round of battle on the top of the Forbidden City.

"Luan Dongyang?" The surprise on Luan Zhou's face disappeared, and he put on a sneer, "Why are you here?"

Immediately realizing something, he sent the white jade dumpling stuck to his arm forward like a landmine, "Oh~ this is your son?"

Luan Dongyang didn't answer his question directly, but pinched the boy's face, raised his chin at Luan Zhou, and said softly, "Good boy, call me brother."

The little boy should have just learned to speak, his pronunciation is not yet clear, his voice is muffled and smells like milk.

"Giggle!"

With this sound, Luan Dongyang quickly hugged his youngest son, because he knew that if he was a second late, Luan Zhou might really be able to throw him to the ground.

"Heh, Boss Luan, have you come to recognize your relatives? There is no need! You are not welcome to take your cheap son as far as you can go." Luan Zhou exhausted his patience and didn't want to make more entanglements, so he said clearly and lifted his feet just go.

"Wait... baby!"

Hearing this address suddenly, Luan Zhou staggered, almost lost his footing, and said without turning his head, "Don't call me that." Then he wanted to leave again.

"Dad was wrong."

Luan Dongyang was like an old begging dog, wagging his tail vigorously, and even gave up the cub to get a little mercy.It's a pity that Luan Zhou doesn't take this set.

He didn't even bother to let out a sneer, and turned around with an expression of "big brother who are you?"

The expression on Luan Dongyang's face froze for a moment, and he immediately understood who "she" was referring to. A wry smile appeared on his lips, and he said, "After hearing that I had an accident, I packed up my things and ran away overnight without saying hello."

"Tsk tsk tsk, you deserve it!"

"Baby, I didn't come here for any other purpose, and I didn't ask for your forgiveness.