I heard that my ex-boyfriend is my new teammate

Since Shen Qiuming disclosed the news of his hospitalization to his friends in the circle, his ward has become very lively in the remaining few days, and he can carry out one or two multi-person exercises every day that are beneficial to physical and mental health.

In addition to Xu Zhouyang from BOOM, first-line professional players from domestic clubs such as Xu Yanbing and He Tian from BQB, Mr. Chi from HEHE, and Grandpa Porridge from ELM also took time to visit Shen Qiuming in the following days.

Although when they are on the field, this group of people will fight each other mercilessly for the victory of the game and the championship gold cup, wishing to fight to the death, but this does not prevent them from becoming friends and confidants who have long talks after returning to real life .

But in the end, they are used to the daily way of getting along with each other with a few words of mutual loss. Before they greeted Shen Qiuming and came to visit the doctor, each of them had a deadly arrogant mouth.

It's a beautiful name, it is said that the scourge will last for a thousand years, so I just stopped by the hospital to see if the old Shen evildoer has been taken away by a righteous Taoist priest who acts on behalf of the sky.

After all, Shen Qiuming has been able to survive until now, and continues to happily persecute the innocent and innocent newcomers of various teams. Each of their seniors is jointly and severally responsible for his mother, and no old dog is innocent.

Although Shen Qiuming's group of buddies have a bad mouth, the box of stinky milk in the cupboard in his ward still has a lot of snacks, supplements and fruit baskets, which can hardly be stuffed.

But it's hard not to accept it.

Shen Qiuming just took the hint of "brother, you can't do it", and decisively showed the threat of "if you don't accept me, you won't treat me as a brother" to Fang Fang, he threw the big and small bags into his ward, and put oil on the soles of his feet. slip.

Shen Qiuming was very moved, thinking that I, Shen, cannot repay such a great kindness, so it is better for me... to give you some unique skills, brother Meng!

Action is worse than heart, he went to a certain treasure to place an order for a batch of customized red scarves and sent them to various clubs by SF Express.

The next day, I received all kinds of repo pictures from my friends, plus bold words like "Do you think the kindergarten held an award ceremony?" tide.

So Shen Qiuming calmly distributed a lot of condolence gifts to the widows, elderly patients and children living next door.

The visiting relatives and friends group from the Black Mirror professional circle in this room finally took more than half of their turn, and Xiao Heng from the wilderness professional circle next door came to join in the fun the next day without stopping.

At this time, the former dream partner was lazily lying on the bed eating melon seeds while watching the live broadcast of Luo Beichen's ranking. From time to time, he was guilty of nympho and whispered with emotion, "My husband is so fucking handsome, his profile is killing me ahhhhhhh "some type of.

Seeing this scene, Xiao Heng couldn't help but twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that his previous worries would be better off feeding the dogs.

"You are too easy, you."

Xiao Heng sat down beside Shen Qiuming's bed with some disdain, and said something casually.

Shen Qiuming moved his gaze away from the screen, turned his head to look at Xiao Heng and grinned, "Oh, what kind of wind brought you here today?"

Xiao Heng rolled his eyelids and said lazily, "Dongfeng, express delivery."

Shen Qiuming smiled again and asked, "Who sent it?"

Xiao Heng replied calmly: "Your brother."

Shen Qiuming was stunned for a moment when he heard the words.

Immediately afterwards, he showed an expression of caring for the mentally disabled partner, and said rather speechlessly: "Xiao can't do it, it's not that you don't know that my old Shen family has three generations of single successors, can you choose a more reliable candidate next time?"

Xiao Heng sneered, "Where did your family come from three generations, Aunt Shen..."

He paused his voice suddenly, and suddenly remembered that this topic was a bit out of line, he would not open which pot he would carry.

Xiao Heng turned the subject abruptly, "You don't have a brother, so you are not allowed to have a boyfriend?"

"Oh, you said Brother Yan." Shen Qiuming instantly remembered Tang Yanqing.

"Speaking of which, I haven't seen him for several days. His little junior sister has almost healed the psychological shadow of our group of children. After retiring, their dreams have become masters of postpartum care for sows. You say this is what's up……"

Xiao Heng just sat on the stool and listened patiently, without saying a word.

After all, it's not his team's business, he can't control it, it's good to have fun listening to it.

Shen Qiuming chattered a few words and suddenly came back to his senses, looked Xiao Heng up and down, and asked belatedly: "No, when did you two get so close that you delivered the courier for Brother Yan?"

Xiao Heng raised the corners of his lips slightly, and sneered darkly: "Don't talk about delivering the express delivery, as long as the money is enough, let me deliver it to him."

"..."

The corner of Shen Qiuming's mouth twitched, thinking to himself that it seems that the relationship between you two is not very good.

"Okay," Shen Qiuming shrugged indifferently, "I'm not interested in your love and hatred, just tell him what he asked you to send me."

Shen Qiuming didn't see that Xiao Heng had any parcels in his hand when he came, and he had already guessed randomly in his mind what Tang Yanqing was going to hand over to him.

Could it be the medicines prescribed to him before?

But his heart disease healed without medicine as early as the reunion with Luo Beichen.

There is one thing to say, the current Shen Qiuming is very nourished by Luo Beichen's care, with a small waist and a slender body, a stunt, a buttocks, hopeless (bushi).

Xiao Heng didn't talk nonsense with him, and said frankly: "Actually, it's just a few words."

Shen Qiuming raised his eyebrows, "Oh?"

"An old friend may come to see you soon."

"Who?"

There are really not many people who can make Shen Qiuming call him an "old friend".

Xiao Heng said indifferently: "The person you don't want to see, but you have to."

"..."

Shen Qiuming fell silent for a moment.

After thinking about it for a while in silence, he slightly retracted the smile on his lips as if suddenly reminded of some not-so-good memory, and the peak of his eyebrows gradually took on a gloomy color.

Obviously, he had already guessed the identity of this person in his heart.

"If possible, I really don't want to see her again in my lifetime."

Shen Qiuming said to himself, subconsciously biting his fingertips nervously, with a dark and unclear look intertwined in his eyes.

By now, Shen Qiuming finally understood why Tang Yanqing asked Xiao Heng to tell him about it.

Tang Yanqing was an insider of those events back then, and so was Xiao Heng.

"Anyway, I'll bring it here," Xiao Heng stood up and stretched, and said slowly, "As for whether you want to see her or not, that's up to you to decide. I have neither the right to interfere nor the position."

Shen Qiuming glanced at him in surprise, "I said, Uncle Xiao, you were not this Yazi when you saw me last time, have you been influenced by some holy monk?"

Xiao Heng has always had the bad character of fearing that the world will not be chaotic since he was a child. He hangs around wherever he is uneasy. He has very few friends, and only Shen Qiuming, who is not afraid of death, dares to provoke him.

It's a pity that the two parted ways in the end on the road to e-sports. Shen Qiuming chose Black Mirror, and Xiao Heng went to the wilderness. They occasionally contacted each other, and just had a meal to recall the past of their sophomore youth in those years.

"Go to your uncle."

Xiao Heng swears indecently, and unconsciously touches the cigarette in his pocket with his fingers, and his Adam's apple rolls thirstily.

Seeing the pack of cigarettes, Shen Qiuming frowned without leaving a trace.

He coughed lightly, and pointed to the smoke: "Don't forget that I am a patient, a patient, please, Mr. Xiao, please put away your cigarette in a hurry, and turn left to the smoking area when you go out."

"It's okay, it's time for me to go." Xiao Heng said and put the cigarette in his pocket, and waved to him.

Shen Qiuming responded, "Walk slowly."

Before leaving, Xiao Heng stopped abruptly and stayed there for a few seconds.

"Old Shen, whether you love it or hate it, you always live in the present moment."

"At the very least, cherish what we have lost and what we have now."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Heng waved his back to Shen Qiuming, and walked away neatly.

In the empty ward, Shen Qiuming lowered his head slightly, staring at Luo Beichen on the screen without blinking, his eyes were flickering, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

After a long time, he let out a low moan with a complicated expression, which seemed to be helpless.

"Achen, what do you think I should do?"

Tang Yanqing never let go of smoke bombs, and Shen Qiuming met the late friend on the last day when he was about to be discharged from the hospital.

Sitting in front of Shen Qiuming's hospital bed was a beautiful woman with exquisite make-up. Perhaps because of proper maintenance, the years rarely left marks on her face that marked the marks of aging. The charm still exists.

The most eye-catching thing is her beautiful face, but upon closer inspection, it has three or four similarities with Luo Beichen's handsome facial features.

No matter how Shen Qiuming evades, it cannot be denied that the two people still have a mother-child relationship in blood.

Shen Qiuming sat on a chair and quietly looked at the beautiful woman in front of him, with those calm and deep pupils, it was impossible to figure out any emotions.

After a moment of silence in the room, he said calmly, "It's been a long time, Ms. Luo."

Logically speaking, Shen Qiuming should call this beautiful woman "Madam Luo" or "Aunt Luo", but he subconsciously chose the more unfamiliar and polite "Ms. Luo".

At this time, the main door of the ward was closed by two black-clothed bodyguards, only Shen Qiuming and Mrs. Luo were left in the room, and even the old housekeeper who wanted to stay at the beginning was invited outside the door together.

Mrs. Luo smiled at him, her expression so natural that no one could make a mistake, "Long time no see, Mr. Xiao Shen."

Hearing this new title, Shen Qiuming couldn't help raising his eyebrows a little.

Time, he thought, is a damned weird thing.

Six years ago, she arrogantly called him "Child"; six years later, she amiably called him "Little Mr. Shen"...

Shen Qiuming stopped the turbulent thoughts, and said indifferently: "If you don't have anything to do, you can go to the Three Treasures Hall. If you come to me today, you may as well tell me directly."

Unexpectedly, Shen Qiuming didn't even bother to perfunctory the polite words, Mrs. Luo's eyes were slightly startled, a little at a loss.

Just when Shen Qiuming was about to run out of the little patience she had, a look of guilt suddenly appeared on her face, and she said apologetically, "I am very sorry for those things that happened back then. you."

Hearing this, Shen Qiuming seemed to hear an extremely ridiculous joke, and couldn't help laughing out loud, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"You owe me?" He repeated it playfully, as if chewing these four words between his lips and teeth.

As if he had enough taste, Shen Qiuming pulled the corner of his mouth and let out a hypocritical sneer.

"How dare I let you owe me?"

"I owe you something, there is no doubt about it."

Mrs. Luo accepted the sharp irony mixed with his words without changing her face, "Maybe we can talk about compensation."

All the smiles on Shen Qiuming's face disappeared in an instant.

There was a vague hostility between his eyebrows, Shen Qiuming stared at the lady in front of him with a dark gaze, his eyes were as deep as a cold pool, and said word by word: "Ms. Luo, I need to remind you Is it?"

"It seems that the person you owe the most is not me."

The emotion seeping out of his cold and hoarse voice was so thick and burning that it was almost breathless.

Mrs. Luo only felt a certain suffocation in her chest, she frowned and said carefully: "I'm sorry about your adoptive mother——"

"She is my mother, my mother." Shen Qiuming interrupted her unceremoniously, with an extremely cold expression, and a chill in his tone.

"...Regarding your mother's matter, my actions at the beginning were indeed too extreme. I am deeply sorry for what happened to her afterwards. One of the purposes of my coming to see you now is to hope to get your forgiveness."

"forgive?"

Shen Qiuming fixed his eyes on Mrs. Luo's face, his eyes were as sharp as the cold light reflected by the sharp arrow's blade, and a cold arc was drawn at the corner of his lips hidden in the shadow.

"I don't want to forgive you, and I'm not qualified to forgive you."

"The one who is truly qualified to forgive you, my mother—"

Shen Qiuming resisted the sourness and anger that suddenly surged in his heart, tapped his fingertips towards the floor, and said softly.

"It has long been buried underground."