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Mu Qingyang helped Wen Cheng to the next floor, then let go of Wen Cheng, squatted down in front of Wen Cheng, looked straight ahead and said, "Come up."

Wen Cheng stood still, "Bao..."

Mu Qingyang didn't let Wen Cheng finish speaking, and scolded in a low voice: "I'll let you come up!"

Wen Cheng didn't say anything, and slowly bent down, leaning on Mu Qingyang's back.Mu Qingyang stood up silently with Wen Cheng behind his back, and walked down the stairs with heavy steps, step by step faster.Wen Cheng stuck to Mu Qingyang's back, and heard Mu Qingyang's heart beating fiercely in his chest, which instead aroused Wen Cheng's drowsiness.He hadn't slept all day and night, and he was exhausted to the extreme after what happened just now.

Mu Qingyang stuffed Wencheng into the co-pilot before turning into the driver's driver. The car got out of the parking lot and got on the road at the fastest speed.

Wen Cheng frowned and closed his eyes in his seat, cold sweat continued to break out from his forehead, and his lips were frighteningly pale. Every time Mu Qingyang looked at Wen Cheng, his complexion became worse.As if feeling Mu Qingyang's gaze, Wen Cheng laughed even if he didn't open his eyes, and said with a slightly hoarse voice: "Mr. Mu, you have to concentrate on driving fast, or you will die soon."

Mu Qingyang pursed his lips, "Where did you get one dead body and two lives?"

"If you die, my soul will die..." I don't know which action of Wencheng caused him pain, and he took a breath before finishing speaking.

Mu Qingyang's hands were clenched on the steering wheel, and his tone was not very good, "Let me be troublesome."

"I'm thick and thick and I'm used to being beaten." Wen Cheng's voice weakened, and his breathing was light. "Your body is so sick that you can't move, you will die twice."

Mu Qingyang slammed on the brakes.

Arrived.

Taking Wen Cheng to the seat and sitting there, Mu Qingyang went to the emergency room, and it was already early morning after the examination.

"Scapula fracture," the doctor asked Wen Cheng to be taken for treatment, and explained to Mu Qingyang, "The injury here is not serious, it's best to treat it conservatively, and it will heal in about three weeks. During the healing period, don't let the wound dislocate and pay attention to diet." Rest." After the normal explanation, the doctor paused, looked at Mu Qingyang and asked, "Who are you a patient?"

"Family." Mu Qingyang replied calmly. The doctor nodded and gave Mu Qingyang an order, "The patient's condition is not suitable for taking home. He should lie in the hospital overnight and wait for him to recover before leaving. fee."

Wencheng had an extra splint at the end. Wencheng was already asleep when Mu Qingyang returned to the ward after paying the fee and receiving the medicine. The splint on his right hand and the face that was always arrogant were a bit funny, but looking at Wencheng's sick face , Mu Qingyang couldn't laugh.This ward was simple, with only one bed in Wencheng. Mu Qingyang moved a stool and sat by the bed to wait, not feeling sleepy.

His mind was full of images of the previous few hours of noise that had returned to dead silence. Mu Qingyang stared at the quilt on Wen Cheng's body. There was nothing in front of his eyes, and it seemed that everything was passing by. There were obviously countless things in his mind that were noisy. , but as long as you concentrate, you will find that there is nothing.

Mu Qingyang closed his eyes, and there were other voices in his ears.

The shepherd's mother cried, the shepherd's father cursed, Mu Qingyue dodged, and Zhang Shiyun cried.

The hand on the bed suddenly twitched and trembled uncontrollably, Mu Qingyang bit his lower lip hard, clenched his hands, turned and walked towards the door.

Mu Qingyang strode across the corridor, and was already running when he reached the gate. Panting, he rushed into the shop next to the hospital. There was a rare sharpness in his usually gentle and calm eyes. The boss saw Mu Qingyang's first Immediately stood up nervously, for fear that this person was here to rob.

As a result, people just want to buy cigarettes and lighters.

The man's head was covered with sweat, and big beads of sweat slid down his face. He didn't even raise his hand to wipe it. As soon as he got the cigarettes and lighter, he lost the money and left. The boss stopped him and wanted to make up the money, but the man didn't Take a look back.

The man stood in the shade of the trees outside the hospital door, the fire flickered and went out, and the man's eyes, as dark as a pool of death, were clear for a moment.One cigarette after another filled with unknown sadness.The boss thought about it, and approached him with a dozen dollars. The man looked at him suspiciously through the smoke, as if asking what was the matter.

The boss said in a gentle tone: "This is how things are in the world. Decades go by in a flash. If you are more persistent, you will spend less time. It is better to enjoy yourself while you have time." The boss has been here for several years. What kind of person? I have seen them all, and there are many silent and sad men in front of them. These people are either themselves or important people who are dying, but no matter what, people have to go.

The man chuckled inexplicably, took the change from the boss, thanked him with a smoky voice, and turned back to the hospital.The boss stared at the back of the man, always felt that this man was young, but he had a lot of burdens to bear.

The boss subconsciously turned his head to look at the sky, the sky was about to dawn.

Wen Cheng slept until noon, and was finally woken up by the smell of sesame seed cakes Mu Qingyang ate.Mu Qingyang held a big pie in his mouth, and controlled the game characters on his mobile phone with both hands. A big man made such a childish gesture and made people feel handsome, so Mu Qingyang was probably the only one.

"Pause." Wen Cheng sat up, cleared his throat and said, "Your boyfriend is hungry."

"No time." Mu Qingyang replied vaguely, moved his face closer, and said in a low voice with a pancake in his mouth, "Get it yourself if you're hungry."

Wen Cheng was still free to grab the biscuits on Mu Qingyang's mouth with his left hand. Mu Qingyang let go and focused on his phone. Wen Cheng looked at the biscuits and then at Mu Qingyang. He had fun and ate up the biscuits. .

Mu Qingyang's game ended soon. He put away his mobile phone and said to Wen Cheng who had finished eating the biscuits: "Get up, hurry up and wait for the nurse to catch up later." Of course the nurse can't come, Mu Qingyang just He joked that Wen Cheng didn't push back, and got out of the bed with one hand supporting his body. Just as he put his feet into his shoes, Mu Qingyang, who was the same height as him, came over, squatted down in front of him, and naturally assisted him. Tie your shoes.

Wen Cheng originally wanted to touch Mu Qingyang's slightly curled hair, but subconsciously moved his right hand, unable to move.When he realized that he should use his left hand, Mu Qingyang had already stood up.

"Baby, hair." Wen Cheng smiled, "It's messed up."

Mu Qingyang straightened it out, then rubbed Wen Cheng's head indiscriminately, squinted his eyes and smiled, "You're not going to be much better." Withdrawing his hand, Mu Qingyang pressed his hand on the back of Wen Cheng's neck, making him feel ashamed. The person got closer to him, and he leaned his head up, his soft words revealed his fatigue, "Go home."

Wen Cheng was silent for two seconds, hugged Mu Qingyang's shoulder with his left hand unnaturally, and replied hoarsely: "Go home."

The rings of Mu Qingyang and Wen Cheng are placed in the small slot of the car, and they can see them as soon as they sit down.But both of them looked away at the same time, pretending nothing happened.

Leave the ring there tacitly, as if it would alleviate some guilt.