Fake is true

Considering Yan Fangsheng's actual situation, running back and forth between the hospital and the hotel was too exhausting, so Yan Fangsheng took a rest at the hospital at night, and Linda went back to the hotel halfway to help him bring the computer and toiletries to the hospital.

Although it was impossible to replace the prosthesis, Lin Pei not only helped to arrange the hospital ward as a landlord, but also disclosed the specific plan for the replacement of the prosthesis to Yan Fangsheng in advance.

"We were supposed to talk about it today, but now it's just right."

Lin Pei dragged a chair and sat beside Yan Fangsheng's bed, opened the briefcase and took out the closed documents from it.

"Considering your specific needs, we have three plans that can be implemented," Lin Pei handed the document to Yan Fangsheng, "Among them, the one that we think is most suitable for you is the first plan, and it is also our best choice."

Interlaced lines are like mountains, and there are specialties in the art industry. Yan Fangsheng scanned the document roughly, skipping a series of data and professional terms, and quickly flipped to the end.

"That's the first one."

Mu Zhou mastered it well, and he rode back and forth countless times a day, and only fell once, but it was a bit tragic, his elbow was scratched, and he was dizzy with blood.

They all brought simple medicines for treating wounds, and after Mu Zhou was bandaged, Li Zhong let him rest.

Seeing that Mu Zhou was still in high spirits, Li Zhong said, "You can't let me come up here and you can't do anything, right?"

Mu Zhou was overly excited, he calmed down after hearing this, his face was a little red.

"Take a break, and after two more trips, it's time to go down the mountain."

Because there were very few vans, they asked for a phone call when the driver left the mountain and let him go up the mountain half an hour in advance.

After playing for a day, Mu Zhou felt that his whole body was covered in dust, even on his face.

He lay on his back on the ground with his backpack on the back of his neck, and what he could see was a warm cloud of the setting sun.

The orange sky spread out along the sun's rays, he collapsed into big characters, and the sticky sweat on his body was dried by the erratic wind.

So cool.

Different from what he has seen, he can only feel this heart-stirring in person.

Four or ten minutes later, the car went up the mountain, and the last intensity of the sun dissipated, only dimly shining on people.

Panlu Town is horribly small, and it was only after Mu Zhou went down the mountain that he found out that Li Zhong and his party lived in the same hotel as him.

The silence of the town came early, and as soon as night fell, there were very few pedestrians on the street.

After having dinner together, Li Zhong went to the street to find a place to repair his mobile phone. Mu Zhou felt overwhelmed. When he came back, he found that many shops were closed.

"Don't worry about him, I'll be back soon after I can't find a place." Said the man who was on good terms with Li Zhong.

There was a chess and card room on the first floor of the hotel. Several people opened a private room to play cards. Mu Zhou didn't participate in this activity because they played long cards, which Mu Zhou didn't know.

They have to go up the mountain the next day, and they have a shooting task. After chatting a lot, Mu Zhou realized that they jointly operated a short video account, and released many videos on various platforms. He agreed with them to go up the mountain together the next day, and Mu Zhou returned room.

The amount of exercise in school was small, so when the amount of exercise increased sharply, Mu Yiyi lay on the bed, and the flesh on his body automatically turned into a puddle of soft cakes and stuck to the bed surface, tightly fitting.

He was so tired, Mu Zhou didn't know he would be so tired before he rested, he didn't even take a shower, he lay on the bed and fell asleep in a daze.

And Mu Zhou, who was sleeping, had no idea that the school hundreds of miles away was blown up because of him.

Chen Dong was the first to see Mu Zhou's text message. He was big-hearted and didn't think much about it. He asked for leave for Mu Zhou when he arrived at school. Unexpectedly, Zhou Hao, who also received the text message, said that he couldn't contact Mu Zhou, because Mu Zhou sent the text message from It was an unfamiliar number, that's why Zhou Hao felt strange.

When the teacher heard the situation, he also felt that something was wrong, and called Mu Zhou's phone number and this strange number countless times, but the two parties were afraid that the phone would be shut down.

"He even sent the text messages exactly the same," Chen Dong said, "If there is any problem, Xiao Chuaner will contact us on WeChat, right?"

"Besides, why do you want to ask for leave through us?" Zhou Hao asked.

I couldn't get in touch with anyone, and I couldn't make a phone call, so I guessed all the time.

Lao Guo dared to let them diverge their thinking, told them to draw quickly, went down the first floor alone, went into the office and found the phone number of the head teacher of Muzhou School, trying to get in touch with multiple parties.

After confirming that Mu Zhou had not contacted the class teacher, Lao Guo found out the communication form that the students had filled out when they entered the school, and referring to Mu Zhou's column, he dialed the phone number of the student's parents.

After a dreamless night, Mu Zhou was awakened by a knock on the door.

He got out of bed sleepily, his feet went limp as soon as they touched the ground, and he almost knelt down facing the door to say New Year greetings.

The feeling of fatigue multiplied after a night's sleep, and the muscles were even more sore and limp.

"...Here we come!" Mu Zhou propped himself up on the bed, and opened the door with difficulty.

"Get ready—yo, are your legs weak?" It was Li Zhong who knocked on the door, and he knew what was wrong when he saw Mu Zhouna's pale face.

"A little bit." Mu Zhou held the door and opened it.

Li Zhong laughed, "Are you still playing today?"

"--Play."

"Pack up and go, go eat."

"Uncle, wait for me, I'll take a bath."

"Yeah, you're so slippery." Li Zhong responded.

Before closing the door, Mu Zhou suddenly thought of something, and said, "Uncle,"

"Huh?" Li Zhong turned his head.

"Have you fixed your phone yet?"

"No, not many stores were open last night," he clicked his tongue twice, "I was thinking about finding a place to repair mobile phones for a while."

"oh oh."

Mu Zhou closed the door, took out a change of clothes from his backpack, and went to take a shower. Before leaving, he stopped again, took out the mobile phone on the bottom floor, and put it on the bedside to charge it.

After a day of tossing, Linda returned to the hotel and got up early the next morning. While she was putting on makeup, she was choosing Yan Fangsheng's breakfast. While she was still taking care of it, she suddenly received a call from Yan Fangsheng. Linda's eyebrows twitched, feeling something was wrong, otherwise Yan Fangsheng wouldn't have called at this time.

She picked it up quickly, and before she could make a sound, she heard Yan Fang's voice say, "Book the earliest flight back home."

"Huh?" Linda stopped putting on her make-up hands.

"Earliest?"

Linda quickly called up the booking interface and scanned the flight information, "There are no direct flights today and tomorrow..."

"Then turn around halfway." Yan Fang said in a deep voice, "The earliest one."

"Yes! I'll be right away."

After Yan Fangsheng hung up the phone, he rang the call bell, and the nurse came after a while.

"I'm going to be discharged from the hospital." Yan Fangsheng spoke a foreign language fluently.

The blond female nurse glanced at the drip that hadn't been finished, and refused: "Sorry, you can't..."

Yan Fangsheng pulled the needle directly, the nurse's eyes widened in shock, covered her mouth and screamed, and quickly pressed the medical tape on the back of his hand.

"Thank you." Yan Fangsheng withdrew his hand, stood up and pulled the suit jacket on the back of the chair to put it on.

"Sir, you still need to..."

Yan Fangsheng got off the bed straight away, and sat on the wheelchair with one hand propped up.

"Sorry, I have something urgent to attend to."