I heard you don't know Mary Sue? [Transmigration Book]

"A Nian, from now on...don't come to me." Feng Mo whispered.

"Why! Fengmo, aren't we good friends? If I don't look for you, who will I look for? Are you angry with me?" The boy asked with a frown.

"Not friends." Feng Mo looked up at the moon outside the door, and suddenly thought of Feng Wulin's dark blue peach blossom eyes.

Friends, you don't know that you will be beaten if you go to the dean, and you insist on asking him to go, just because you are greedy and want to eat cake.

My friend, don't you only think that you will not be able to bear it if you are not in good health, but you completely forget that he is actually in worse health.

Friends, don't always emphasize that they are friends, but they can't even see people at critical moments.

He retrieved the towel for him, and spent the night alone in the woods in exchange for confinement and a light apology.

If it was really a friend, he wouldn't have become more and more lonely in his childhood. In the end, he was finally relieved, but he couldn't even communicate with people normally.

"You don't treat me...as a friend." Feng Mo said coldly, "Yu Nian, you only love yourself."

The boy backed up a few steps with shock on his face, stumbled and sat on the ground, he looked at Feng Mo in disbelief, he wanted to defend himself, but when he met Feng Mo's calm gaze, his face turned red, and he said no more After saying a word, in the end, he just got up in embarrassment and stumbled away.

Feng Mo closed his eyes slightly, and said softly: "Feng Wulin, I've made progress. What you said... I remember everything. I also used it."

The person who really taught him what a friend is is Feng Wulin.The other party never talks empty words, but demonstrates to him and teaches him to distinguish.

Feng Mo suddenly understood why he went back to his childhood.

The scene in front of him was distorted again, and he grew taller again, about 12 years old.

The blazing sun scorched the earth.At this moment, he was standing at the intersection, in front of him was a familiar graceful figure.

"Since the orphanage can't accommodate you anymore, then you should leave, the farther you go, the better!" The woman's impatient voice was full of anger.

Feng Mo looked up at this familiar and beautiful face, and suddenly had the urge to cry.

The person he cherished most in his previous life pursued his life's goal.

"...Mom." Feng Mo's throat was dry, and he hadn't said this word for a long, long time.

"I told you not to call me that, don't you understand?!" The woman looked at the boy fiercely, "You are not my son! You are not worthy of being my son! Remember! Don't call me wrong again, and you are not allowed to call me that!" Tell anyone about our relationship!"

Feng Mo blinked, these few words...he could memorize them fluently.I have heard the words for several years in the past, and I repeat them in my ears every day, can you not remember?

How did he answer when he was 12 years old?It seems that he knelt down and begged her, right?The first time he knelt down was for such a reason, begging her not to drive him away.

Feng Mo shook his hand, beads of sweat flowed down from his forehead and slipped through the corners of his eyes, it seemed like he was crying in a trance.

Only this time, Feng Mo didn't want to cry or kneel.

"Can I... ask you a question? After asking... I will go by myself." Feng Mo asked in a low voice.

"Ask, remember what you said! Don't come and destroy my married life again." The woman warned.

Feng Mo nodded, and he asked word by word: "Whose son am I? My father...who is it? Mother...who is it?"

The woman's eyes widened when she heard the words, and the hand that was holding the long skirt involuntarily let go.She didn't expect such a question... to come from a 12-year-old boy who, just a few months ago, stubbornly called himself "Mom".

After a long pause, the woman forced a sneer and replied, "What kind of parents would a freak like you have? You are a wild child, no one wants you. Now that you're done, you can get out!"

Feng Mo raised his head and looked at the woman with his dark eyes. He had been pale since he was a child, with a wooden face and a pair of dark eyes, which always made women subconsciously avoid his eyes.The boy asked calmly: "I am a wild child, then you gave birth to me, what are you?"

"Shut up!" The woman looked ferocious as if she had been poked into a sore spot, her flowery face twisted, she looked at Feng Mo resentfully, and said incoherently, "If it weren't for you, I would have married Ah Han five years ago It's all your fault! You're all your monster! You are the same as your ruthless father! If you don't love me, you will waste my youth! You are full of sweet words just to make me give him a son! Even if I die Will he miss me one day?! Haha, you deserve to be alone forever! You are destined to never have a chance to meet each other!"

"So, where is my father?" Feng Mo asked slowly.

"Heh!" The woman laughed happily, "I said, you never want to see him for the rest of your life! So what if your son is like your life? You are destined to never see each other, and I will be the one who wins in the end. Do you think you You can find him by asking his address? Dreaming! His son died long ago, who do you think you are?"

Feng Mo looked at the woman in front of him who could be called his only relative in this world, never understood her choice like now.She can love anyone else, but not him, because his father failed her.

Before Fengmo left the hospital in his previous life, an old man with lupus stood by the window and stopped him. This was the last time the old man spoke to him. Before that, Fengmo would listen to his stories every day. I don't know the name of the other party, and the other party doesn't know him, but when they are with each other, death seems to be less scary.

Why bother to obsess?Just passing through the world.

The old man finally persuaded him again, so after ten years of persistence, Feng Mo finally let go and left the world first.

"I can't find it... forget it." Feng Mo said lightly, and finally raised his head to take a deep look at the other party, turned and left.

He can finally accept the fact of being abandoned, after struggling and suffering for so many years.What could not be let go in the past can be let go now.

After walking for a while, the scene in front of him slowly turned into white mist again, Feng Mo watched quietly.

Perhaps, what will appear next will be the scene on the day of his death.

----

"When will you wake up?"

A deep and cold voice sounded in the quiet ward, and the anger and hostility in it seemed to be out of control at any moment.

Fu Yu looked heavily at the boy on the bed and the man with veins clenched in his fists beside the bed, waved his hands to let the nurse and assistant pack up the equipment and leave first, and replied weakly: "I can't find the reason, he... To tell the truth , Mo Shao is almost like a vegetable now."

Yesterday, because Feng Mo was in too much pain, he was given a small amount of sedatives. According to the time, Feng Mo should wake up after Yan Yu and the others left, but he didn't wake up until this afternoon.

The effect of the medicine has already passed, but he has no sign of awakening at all, no matter what Feng Wulin calls him, the young man has no reaction, either sleeping or simply unconscious.

"We are not 100% clear about the specific effect of that toxin, and the current medical level can't test it out. I have no way to determine the cause of Mo Shao's coma. His vitality is losing, CEO, can Mo Shao survive this time?" , It all depends on God's will, I hope you are ready, if he still doesn't wake up tonight, I can only issue a critical illness notice."

"Amo doesn't need that kind of thing." Feng Wulin's voice returned to calm.

"It's not something we can decide... At that time, even if you want to fire me, I will still take those medicines. Those medicines can only be taken after Mo Shao is notified by the hospital. I gave up all the opportunities to use the medicine and left early. I hope you can understand, President." Fu Yu finished speaking with his face covered, turned and left without looking at Feng Wulin's expression.

Endless silence once again enveloped the entire ward.

Feng Wulin held Feng Mo's hand to his lips, his deep red eyes looked at the young man's face calmly, there seemed to be no emotion in his deep peach eyes, and everything seemed to be included in it.

He maintained the posture of kissing the young man's fingers, and sat like that for a long time by the hospital bed, until he felt stiff all over his body, so he moved, put Feng Mo's hand into the quilt, bent down and hugged the young man deeply. In his arms, his face was pressed against Feng Mo's fair neck, and he breathed slowly.

"Amo, why didn't you wake up? Did you forget how to get back?" The low whisper was barely audible, and the sadness was so deep that it was hard to breathe.

So many unspoken words were buried in the heart of the man.He didn't know if he wanted to tell himself or Feng Mo after he said it.

"It seems that every time I feel that I want to get you completely, I will lose you immediately. Amo, is this your way of punishing me for being too controlling? If so, come back after the punishment is enough, okay?"

He can ask for nothing, as long as the other party is alive.However, the most basic survival cannot be guaranteed by young people.

Feng Wulin got all of Feng Mo's love, but at the same time, he lost even his feelings.The most powerless... is life and death.

----

That night, Fu Yu gave Feng Mo a critical illness notice, and after obtaining Feng Wulin's consent and Yan Qingqing's support, he gave Feng Mo a new medicine.

Feng Wulin read the notice from beginning to end, memorized it by heart, and then burned it to ashes.

His Amer, don't need that kind of thing.

He is still so young, he has not enjoyed the best time of his life yet, Feng Wulin's promise to help him realize one by one, is still on hold, so how could the promise of so many years die on the way?

He didn't allow Feng Mo to end his life carelessly at such an age that he didn't really get it.

The next day, the first stage of treatment was over, Feng Wulin ignored Fu Yu's dissuasion, and went to the church with Feng Mo in his arms.

There is a very famous church in Chongming, located on the top of the mountain in the middle of the religious holy place Alvia, which is the most sacred place in the hearts of local Christians.

Starting from the morning, Feng Wulin carried Feng Mo on his back and followed the pilgrims up step by step. Every time he took a step, he silently recited the prayers that Feng Mo had taught him.

Feng Mo believed in Jesus Christ in his previous life, so he took him back to the place where the youth once felt the safest.

They did not enter the church until sunset.

The priest asked him why he came, and Feng Wulin calmly explained his purpose.

The priest who was over half a century old opened his eyes wide in surprise, then looked at the black-haired young man on the man's back, smiled and nodded.

Those who believe and are baptized will be saved, but those who do not believe will be condemned.

Feng Wulin doesn't believe in God, but almost all the things he came into contact with in his life can't be explained by common sense.

If a ceremony that Feng Mo likes to believe in can help him, even if he believes in God, Feng Wulin can compromise.

After the baptism ceremony, the priest carefully put a necklace on Feng Mo's neck, which was a small cross.Feng Wulin thanked him, and slowly left with the young man on his back as he did when he came.

The priest looked at their backs and remained silent.In Chongming, everyone recognizes Feng Wulin, but the man who is well-known and regarded as a business genius by the world is still powerless when facing the critical illness of the person he loves the most.It's not that I have nowhere to go, and I won't let go of all my scruples and come here.

The priest's apprentice came out from behind and put away the props needed for baptism. He looked at the backs of the two who had gone away, and the scene of the man kissing the young man's forehead that he had seen before reappeared in front of his eyes.

I'm afraid it's someone more important than life, otherwise he wouldn't have a calm face and look so sad.

----

Fu Yu and Yan Qingqing's second stage of treatment for Feng Mo had already started, but it didn't have the desired effect.

After the third day, Yan Liang arrived at Feng's Hospital to assist in treatment, but Feng Mo suddenly stopped beating his heart and stopped breathing at two o'clock in the afternoon.Fu Yu and the others couldn't control the furious Feng Wulin, so they had to send him to the intensive care unit.

Although Feng Mo's original vitality was slowly losing, all indicators of his body were still within the controllable range. Except for the uncontrollable toxins that had spread, everything else was no different from normal people.

But at that moment, he suddenly seemed to lose all hope of survival, no matter how Feng Wulin yelled, coaxed or even begged, it was of no avail.

When the heart stopped beating completely and everyone thought that the young man had passed away and rescue was ineffective, Feng Wulin, who had already collapsed, ignored everyone's obstruction, and directly picked up the young man from the hospital bed, hugged him forcefully, and bowed his head in Feng Mo's arms. A kiss was printed on the lips.

That kiss was so pious and careful, Fu Yu could clearly feel the unspeakable despair and anger emanating from the man.

Then, like a miracle, Feng Mo slowed down just like that.

Everyone marveled that it was a miracle, only Feng Wulin knew it was not at all.

----

After experiencing the memory of being abandoned at the age of 12, Fengmo has walked through the scenes of wandering the streets, working day and night upside down, going to night school, etc., which have long been blurred in memory.Those scenes more or less brought people and things that he could not let go of or accept. After going through them again, he finally let go of what should be let go, and what should be forgotten.

The memory of what Feng Wulin taught him became clearer, and he became more and more aware of where he had grown and how he should face the past that he could not accept.

Feng Mo misses Feng Wulin more and more.He always felt that his stay was too long, so long that he almost forgot the reason why he was here in the first place.

If he doesn't go out again, Feng Wulin should wait in a hurry.Feng Mo frowned and continued to walk forward.He needs to find an exit.The memories of the past are basically over, and only the day of death is left. As long as he passes that level, he can go home.

It's just that after this scene change, the hotel room didn't appear, and he didn't turn into a dying boy in black pajamas.

Feng Mo looked suspiciously at the dark alley in front of him, this place gave him an inexplicable sense of familiarity, as if he had been here more than once.However, when he thought about it carefully, he couldn't find any trace of it from his memory.

He hesitantly walked deep into the alley, and when his skin touched the cool air, he suddenly felt faintly uneasy.

He accidentally kicked a wine bottle under his feet, and there was a crackling sound, followed by a strange, scalp-numbing sound.

Feng Mo's eyes widened slowly, his breathing became short of breath for a moment, and his fingers trembled uncontrollably.

The memory buried in the deepest part of my mind finally emerged, revealing its original terrifying face ferociously.

He knew that voice, and I'm afraid he would never forget it until he died.

——The sound of the knife piercing into the flesh and stirring.