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"Heh~"

While An Yi was yawning, he stretched his waist a lot. When he woke up, his mind was still foggy and his throat was dry. An Yi scratched his head, looking for a water glass with his eyes, feeling like he had fallen asleep this night. It's been a long time.His head was numb and heavy, and it took him a long time to regain consciousness slowly.

"Dangdang."

Uncle Wu's voice came from outside the door: "Master, come out for breakfast."

An Yi responded, and groped around the head of the bed a few times, but he couldn't find the watch that Wu Yicheng gave him.Rubbing his eyes, An Yi turned over the quilt and got up, but he almost couldn't stand still. It took a long time for his legs to gain strength.I drank too much the night before, why did it feel like everything changed when I woke up?An Yi sat by the bed and regained consciousness after a while.Stepping on the slippers, he began to look for the watch all over the room.

"Where did you put it? After looking for it for a long time, I just don't know where it went. An Yi pressed his temple, and he was dizzy from the moment he woke up, and his stomach was gurgling with hunger. After thinking about it It is more important to fill the stomach first, An Yi ran to the closet, pulled out a sweater from inside, put it on indiscriminately, put on shorts, wiped his face in the bathroom, and rushed downstairs.

An Yi looked like a starved ghost reincarnated, swept a lot of food at the dining table, and kept stuffing it into his mouth.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

Wu Yibai's voice came from the side, and the nerves in his brain suddenly tensed up. An Yi grinned in pain, and it took him a few times to calm down, and he raised his head and said, "I'm hungry. Oh, old man, why are you so old? ?? I haven’t been with you for a few years to see what you’ve become, tsk tsk.”

Wu Yibai was not angry when he was said that, he seemed relieved: "With you as an unfilial son, how can I not grow old??"

An Yi stuck out his tongue and took a sip of the porridge. He couldn't say a word at this time, otherwise he would be scolding again according to the old man's temperament.

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Wu, have you seen my watch?" An Yi asked Uncle Wu who was standing next to him while eating, and said inarticulately: "It's just the white one."

Uncle Wu thought for a while: "Oh, I cleaned up the house for you before, here it is."

As he spoke, he took out the watch from his coat pocket, walked over and handed it to An Yi, the dial was facing him, An Yi took it, and was about to say thank you, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw the dial going in the opposite direction.

"Uh!"

It hurts like tens of thousands of needles. An Yi suddenly yelled, and swept the bowls and chopsticks on the table with a wave of his hand, and the chair was also bounced off. Can see the blue veins popping out.

"Master!"

"An Yi!"

The two voices sounded at the same time, and An Yi's vision and hearing were also blurred, and he rolled all over the floor in pain.

"Go to Ale. Go to Doctor Mo!"

In the end, I heard someone say this sentence. The pain lasted until the last moment, as if my head had been hit hard, and An Yi lost consciousness again.

An also had a dream.In the dream, he and Ah Cheng were in the yard, about ten years old.

"I don't have a father and a mother anymore," Ah Cheng said.

"I don't have a mother either." An Yi walked over to hug him: "It's okay, we will be family from now on, you and me."

At that time, Xiao Acheng was half a head shorter than An Yi, and he looked a little malnourished. He was held in An Yi's arms and didn't cry. In fact, he didn't understand the definition of parents, but he just heard someone say that I am an adopted child, although I knew it a long time ago, their tone of voice made Xiao Acheng feel very uncomfortable.

They were laughing at him, laughing at him as a child without a father and a mother.

Listening to their ridicule, An Yi felt sad for a while, and it took him a long time to realize that standing here by himself, eavesdropping on other people's words, was like Ah Cheng when he was a child.

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