delicious life

I just told you about your injury, I wasn't sure if you wanted to see him, so I didn't tell him the address of the hospital..." Mrs. Da set out a plate of congee and carefully placed it in front of Mo Ci.

"Did he say what his name is?" Mo Ci raised his head.

"Hmm...it seems to be Duan...I can't remember." Mrs. Da wiped her palms in embarrassment and looked at Mo Ci who was frowning slightly.

Duan Feng?Mo Ci withdrew his hand in mid-air, thinking that before leaving, he had given Duan Feng a number so that he could contact him when he was free.

However, yesterday was still the day when he just woke up.The eldest brother said that he was in a coma for three days before waking up. Did Mo Ci also call during this time?

"Sister-in-law Da, did you bring my mobile phone?" Mo Ci really wanted to call Duan Feng back to reassure him.

"I brought it, but I only charged the phone when I remembered it yesterday. Before that, the phone was turned off. It seems that the call came while charging at night." Mrs. Da seemed to remember something, from the paper bag she brought with her After searching for a while, he handed the phone he found to Mo Ci.

"Oh, thank you Mrs. Da, I'll call him back." Mo Ci nodded to Mrs. Da, put down his chopsticks, and pressed the option of received calls.

A number with no name on it popped up. Since he came back from the bar that day, all the numbers of those cronies and friends have been blacklisted by him, and the calls he receives every day can be counted.It is certain that this call should be from Duan Feng.

The phone was quickly connected, and after a burst of beeps, a sweet girl rang.

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Duan Feng's home?" Mo Ci said uncertainly.

"Ah? You're Brother Mo, aren't you?" The voice on the other end of the phone became agitated, as if he knew himself, Mo Ci frowned, remembering that there was only one person who would be called by this name, he immediately relaxed his expression and smiled Said: "Mengmeng?"

"Brother Mo remembers me," the girl's voice came over clearly, and the crisp voice continued, "Brother Mo is looking for Brother Duan? Wait a minute, I'll call him!"

"Well, good." Hearing the girl's voice, Mo Ci imagined the girl's exaggerated movements with bright eyes for no reason.

The hand holding the phone switched sides, and Mo Ci heard a familiar voice from the other side, "Mo Ci? Are you still there?"

"Well, Duan Feng." Thinking of his worried expression with thick eyebrows, Mo Ci was in a particularly good mood.

"Are you okay? I heard...you're in the hospital." The voice on the other end was full of worry, "You're in the hospital. I want to visit you, okay?"

This sentence does not seem to be asking for opinions, and the flat tone carries a hint of affirmation.

"The hospital will be far away. My illness is not serious, so you don't need to come here." Duan Feng's home is half a city away from the hospital. It takes only an hour by bus. The distance is very long. He has someone to take care of him. , there is no need to trouble Duan Feng.

"What's the address of the hospital?" Duan Feng asked directly as if he didn't hear Mo Ci's words.

"It's far away. It's hot. You'd better stay at home. I'll call you when I recover..."

"Mo Ci, do you think I'm a friend or not! Tell me if you are a friend." Duan Feng over there interrupted Mo Ci's words without hesitation, with a threatening tone that meant "if you don't tell me, we will break the relationship".

"Of course they are friends, but..."

Mo Ci put down the phone helplessly, seeing the smile on Mrs. Da's face, and thinking of Duan Feng's loud shout just now... Mrs. Da must have heard every word in her ears.

"Young master, you and your friend have a really good relationship. Is he the guy on the street after the game?" Sister-in-law Da saw Mo Ci's grinning movements, smiled and couldn't help asking.

"Well, it's him." Mo Ci swallowed a mouthful of porridge, recalling that Duan Feng, who had always been calm and supportive, would yell and stomp his feet regardless of his image... There were a few horizontal lines on his forehead.You can't judge people by their appearance...

The noon sun was high, Mo Ci was lying on the hospital bed listening to the cicadas chirping in the trees, his eyes were closed and closed, as if he was waiting for someone.

The sun is so bright... Duan Feng shouldn't come back, right?Mo Ci guessed again, finally closed his eyes, put aside this inexplicable state, and prepared to sleep.

There was a sound of footsteps, and Mo Ci's closed eyes opened, waiting for someone to push the door and enter.But the footsteps sounded for a long time, and the door didn't open. Mo Ci cried out in frustration, and buried his head in the pillow.

"Mo Ci? Asleep?" The sudden sound woke Mo Ci from his shallow sleep. He ignored the familiar voice, pretended to be asleep, turned over and continued to sleep.

"Really fell asleep?" Duan Feng showed a puzzled expression, sat on the chair, looked at the person lying on his side, worried about Mo Ci's injury, and stood up from the chair.Approaching Mo Ci, he stretched out his arms and gently lifted the thin blanket on Mo Ci's body.

"What are you doing!" Mo Ci couldn't pretend anymore, turned over and faced Duan Feng.

"So you are awake." Duan Feng pretended to be asleep without being annoyed by Mo Ci, let go of the hand holding the quilt, and turned to pat Mo Ci's head.

"Look at your heat." Mo Ci pushed his hand away, saw the sweat dripping from Duan Feng's forehead, and asked with concern, "You should fan the wind first, you must be very tired after driving for an hour."

This season in City C is the hottest time of the year, the outdoor sun is shining on the road, and the whole city is like a huge furnace.At this time, people will choose to sit in an air-conditioned office, or go to the beach to swim... In such a high temperature, there are not many people who can travel half the city, let alone a bus like a sauna.

The T-shirt on Duan Feng's body was soaked with sweat, and the sweat made the clothes tightly adhere to Duan Feng's skin.The shallow watermark was particularly obvious on the chest, and Mo Ci pushed the small fan to Duan Feng to cool him down.Because of illness, the air conditioner was not turned on in this single ward.The large area of ​​trees outside the open windows can block the sun and bring a lot of shade. Yes, the temperature of the ward on this lower floor is lower.

Duan Feng stood in front of the fan, dried his sweat, and said with his back to Mo Ci, "Why is your injury getting worse..." Duan Feng couldn't help but think of the thick layer of gauze that he saw when he lifted the thin quilt. frowned.

"It's nothing..." Mo Ci was asked by him, he didn't want him to know too much, and was going to simply fool him.But Duan Feng was not fooled by him, he turned around suddenly, his dark eyes met Mo Ci's light brown eyes.

"It's nothing... so many layers of gauze, does it look like a burn!" The serious expression made Mo Ci shrink his neck.

"It's a burn."

"Is it burnt? I'll make a judgment after you lift the quilt. Even if you're in the hospital, you'll still be stubborn... Does Mo Ci still treat me as a friend?" Suddenly stretched out his arm, wrapping Mo Ci's body around his body to cover it up. Bo was torn off, his eyes locked tightly on Mo Ci's wound.

"——What is this, the bruise, and the splint on the left hand...it's not a burn!" Duan Feng frowned very tightly, and the two thick sword eyebrows were arranged in opposition. With a tight jaw, Mo Ci could easily see a trace of deceived anger flickering in his eyes.

"You were beaten." Duan Feng came to a conclusion, put down the thin quilt, crossed his arms, and looked directly at Mo Ci.That look clearly means that you must give me an explanation.

"Don't ask too many questions." Mo Ci stubbornly turned his head away, avoiding Duan Feng's gaze.Wrap the thin quilt around her body, with her back to Duan Feng.

"Mo Ci!" Duan Feng was really angry.Called Mo Ci for four consecutive days, asked Mo Ci about his injuries, but the answer he got three days ago was a police girl——

"Hello, the user you dialed has been turned off, please dial again later..."

Last night's call was deliberately made before dinner, and someone finally answered.But that person was not Mo Ci, and he only told him a situation that worried him.

"The young master is hospitalized..."

He had long speculated about Mo Ci's identity. He was different from the unrestrained and domineering image of a wealthy young man in the series. Such a friend who was not from a working class background...he was sincere to him.Mo Ci, who has no domineering temper, loves to laugh, is a bit weak but stubborn, is the person he valued the most after his mother passed away.

Even though he knew that there was no shortage of people around Mo Ci to take care of him, he still came.

An hour's time, half a city away - that's not a big deal.But when he arrived at the hospital, what he saw was Mo Ci's expression unwilling to explain the situation to him, it's like you treat others wholeheartedly, but others don't appreciate your affection at all and refuse to talk to you heart-to-heart.Putting a cold ass on a human face, the so-called thankless work is like this.

With a dark face, Duan Feng stood on the spot, set his eyes on Mo Ci's protruding thin back, and remained silent.

The long silence made the air stagnant in the drafty room, and Mo Ci's chest swelled due to the low pressure.The gaze from behind made his bones almost burn, and Mo Ci felt his face was burning hot.

"Mo Ci, do you still treat me as a friend?" Duan Feng moved his lips, breaking the silence first, his dull tone made the air linger, "I treat you as a friend, I called you for four days, and finally got an answer yesterday , but when you arrived at the hospital, you refused to tell me how your injury was... isn't it interesting to tease me like this?"

Duan Feng's calm tone hit the Mo Cixin Lake, and a little ripple slowly spread out, becoming bigger and bigger, forming a larger water circle.The pause of the last word made Mo Ci feel uncomfortable, the ripples seemed to be frozen and solidified by ice and snow.

Mo Cisheng