phantom hand

Han Mukun has been talking badly for ten minutes. In fact, the central idea is only ten words. There is no depth in his actions, and no importance in doing things. But he seems to be more righteous than the victim for no reason. He doesn't hear Li Chuang bow his head and admit his mistakes .

Li Chuang squinted his eyes, listened with his ears, and closed his mouth.

He also knew that he was impulsive. At that time, he was sleepy, tired, annoyed, angry, and the environment made people dizzy, so he swung the wine bottle out, but the problem was that the Lingfei he smashed was not Han Mukun. He was the first to come to the door.Li Chuang bothered others to control him, and even more annoying others to scold him. He didn't know whether he was right or not, so he didn't need someone surnamed Han to scold him.

Especially Han Mukun's attitude is as if Ling Fei is going to be critically ill and he hasn't hurt even a hair. Li Chuang wants to ask you if you see that Ling Fei rushed over first, and if you see that it's me fucking Being bullied so you fight back in self-defense? !But the words were overripe and rotten in my heart, but they still didn't come out.

Li Chuang felt that this was not his style.

Li Chuang felt that everything that happened last night, except for the last wine bottle, was not his style.

He thinks Han is cute?His heart arrhythmia because of this person's words of distress?Go to your uncle!

There was hot air rushing up from the bottom of his eyes, which affected his nerves, and Li Chuang felt a dull pain in his numb head. The more angry he was, the worse the pain became.

"What's the matter?" Han Mukun finally found that the child's expression was wrong, and his sullen face slowly showed a little nervousness.

Are you nervous now?Fuck, why did you go early: "Are you finished training? Get out after training, I see your head hurts now."

Han Mukun was aggrieved all night, and it was easy to let the little bastard get angry again, "Look at my head hurting? I'm going to have a fucking headache! Your explosive bag is reincarnated, A dog with a temper will bite anyone!"

Li Chuang was inexplicable: "The surname is Han, I didn't hit you, did I? Ling Fei's wine bottle was also fucking on my head, so I don't understand what evil fire you got on!"

Han Mukun felt that his [-] years of self-cultivation—if he had any—would be ruined today, only to see him grabbing Li Chuang's collar and slipping him in front of him. It popped out: "You are so fucking happy, do you know how troublesome it is to deal with the aftermath?"

Li Chuang glared into Han Mukun's eyes, and he was on top of him: "Did I let you deal with the aftermath?" After speaking, he tore Han Mukun's hands off his collar, got off the bed and put on his shoes, "Where is Ling Feiren? Which room?"

Han Mukun hurriedly pulled the man back, and sued with his forehead: "Ancestor, please calm down for a while." Okay, now I have four stitches, and after the little bastard passes by, maybe the man can get off the bed.

Seeing Han Mukun's face turned from the bottom of the pot to a bitter gourd, and his tone became softer, Li Chuang felt a little unbearable, as if he saw the old man who was always swaying and following behind him to make amends to the parents of the victimized children when he was a child. Dad, I couldn't bear it anymore, Mao naturally didn't explode, and just muttered sullenly: "I'll go and see how he is, or I won't feel at ease, tsk, I really think I'm a monster of the world."

Han Mukun wanted to say that you thought so, but unexpectedly saw the unconcealed worry and guilt in the child's brows and eyes, and swallowed the words, "I went to see it just now, and the person is hanging in a bottle."

When Li Chuang heard that Han Mukun had seen it, he immediately became concerned: "How is it? Are you alive and kicking?"

Han Mukun's black line: "Do you think everyone has a steel head like you?"

Li Chuang pursed his mouth, and his pitiful big eyes blinked with crystal clear tears.

Han Mukun felt that something was wrong from just now, and now he finally found the problem, the child didn't wear glasses.The eyes are as bright as colored glaze, very beautiful, unconsciously leaning over, getting closer, and getting closer, Han Mukun always feels that there is something hidden in it, waiting for him to discover.

It wasn't until Han Mukun's lips touched Li Chuang's nose that the latter reacted. Li Chuang stretched his five fingers and stopped someone's face without saying a word, and then pushed it to his arm like a plaster. The farthest distance that can be reached: "Cough that, if you have nothing else to do, I'll go to the flaw detector."

Han Mukun took the cat's paw off his face in a funny way, and raised the corners of his mouth playfully: "I'm not in heat with a gauze head."

Li Chuang strongly doubted the credibility of these words, otherwise he would not be able to explain the clusters of discordant fires in the depths of the man's eyes.But he can't say this, otherwise he will really hook the fire up to keep the gauze straight and there will be another head.

Li Chuang wanted to visit Ling Fei, but Han Mukun stood in the way and refused to let him. The reason was that the man couldn't figure out the depth, and he was afraid that Li Chuang would suffer again. Poking the hanging bottle with a needle and thread, whoever suffers.So in the final analysis, Han Mukun was still afraid that he would make trouble again.But he couldn't say it clearly, so he could only express his good wishes for peace from the side, and finally made sense of Han Mukun, and reluctantly agreed to wait in the ward.

After tiptoely closing the door from the outside, Li Chuang leaned his back against the wall and breathed a long sigh of relief.

It was a wildly unreliable night, and it hasn't passed.The clock at the end of the corridor clearly showed that it was four o'clock in the morning.The silver-white moonlight came in from the window, illuminating the floor tiles brightly, the pain on the head was gradually getting used to the body, and the brain could finally do some thinking.

Going through the whole night's events from beginning to end, Li Chuang had to admit that what Han Mukun said was right, he belonged to Sun Hou'er, and he made trouble wherever he caught up, and there was no end to it.It's just that he used to be naughty if he made troubles, because at that time his life had a frame, he went back and forth on the school's one-acre three-point land, and back and forth was only a few people around the class inside and outside the dormitory, but now the situation He didn't admit it, but he knew in his heart that it was out of line.

So he was actually, quite afraid of seeing the victim.

So before going to Lingfei's ward, Li Chuang went to the duty room first.

"Send that one with you?" The doctor pushed the frame of the glasses, his half-squinted eyes reflected suspicious light from behind, "Why, you didn't drink enough, and you still want to fill a wine bottle?"

Li Chuang was very hurt: "I'm going to condolences, condolences! Besides, if I really want to smash it, I have to have a murder weapon."

The doctor looked him up and down, and finally said lightly: "You can use a hanging bottle."

Li Chuang asked for confirmation seriously: "Doctor, are you giving me advice?"

"It's okay if you want to think so." The doctor threw the ballpoint pen on the case, and finally gave Li Chuang the answer he wanted. The edge of the eyebrows, as long as there are no special circumstances, will not be too obvious."

"Then what are special circumstances?"

"For example, drinking alcohol while the wound is healing, eating seafood and other hair products, or picking and pinching when growing flesh, and removing the gauze without listening to the doctor's advice..."

"Doctor, do you think these are the behaviors of normal people?"

"Do you think it's normal for you to send that person?"

"..."

Before leaving the duty room, Li Chuang asked one last question. He is probably still awake.

The doctor gave an affirmative answer, and when it was delivered, our little nurse vomited all over, so I guess the wine should be sober.

Li Chuang waited in front of Lingfei's ward for 5 minutes before carefully turning the doorknob and almost silently pushing the door halfway through the gap of his head. He poked his head and looked inside.

The headlights were not turned on in the ward, only the bedside lamp was shining obliquely, and there was a cool white light on the floor.Ling Fei leaned there quietly, not sure if he was asleep or closed his eyes to rest his mind, Li Chuang narrowed his short-sighted eyes slightly, and only then could he clearly see the other party's frowning brows.This is quite difficult to observe, because half of the man's eyebrows are covered by gauze at this moment, and the whiteness is a bit glaring.

Li Chuang coughed lightly, trying to call the other party's attention, but failed, so he had to walk in and close the door deliberately.

Ling Fei finally opened his eyes. He couldn't quite adapt to the light for a while, so he closed them again with a frown. After going back and forth a few times, he finally fixed his eyes on Li Chuang.

Li Chuang held his breath and became slightly nervous.

Ling Fei didn't speak, but only looked at him with blinking eyes. Zhang Yang a few hours ago seemed to be a hallucination. The man now looks so weak from the inside out, and there is no trace of blood on his fair face. , and the forehead gauze complement each other.

"Hey, don't look at me like that," Li Chuang walked over angrily, pulled the stool and sat down in front of the hospital bed, "It makes you look so innocent."

Ling Fei continued to watch, even though Li Chuang was sitting in front of him, the man still stared at him intently, until Li Chuang collapsed, he said hoarsely: "You, what's wrong with your head?"

One hit, kill.

Li Chuang slowly widened his eyes in disbelief, his voice trembling with panic: "Brother, what's wrong with your head?"

"Me?" Ling Fei lowered his eyes, the faint light shone on his eyelashes, creating a faint shadow, "It seems that I have stitched a few stitches..."

Li Chuang grabbed Ling Fei's hand that didn't tie the bottle, clenched it tightly, and clenched it again, wanting to cry without tears: "Brother, you are not stupid, don't scare me, I am timid and can't help being frightened, oh... ..."

Ling Fei's mind is a little messed up, many scenes are fragmented, but none of them can be connected with the mourning steamed bun face in front of him, he doesn't care if the palm of his hand is ravaged like pliers, but he always has a premonition that if he doesn't pull it out, he might be killed The other party's snot was patronizing, so despite his weakness, he still struggled to retract his hand.

"I can't really remember what happened after I got drunk." Ling Fei squinted his eyes halfway when he said this, and frowned slightly as if he was trying to remember.

Li Chuang's face was dull, and he didn't know what expression he should use.Drinking memory loss?Do you want to be so powerful!

Bit by bit, bit by bit, bit by bit, silently and regularly.Li Chuang kept looking at it, and finally found his voice when he was about to be hypnotized: "Then when did you start getting drunk?"

"Can not remember."

"What was the last thing you did before getting drunk?"

"I don't remember either."

"Then what do you remember, brother!"

"Uh, shrimp, lots of shells."

"...Do you dare to remember something useful!"

Li Chuang went crazy and ran away, wanting to use the drip bottle.

Ling Fei smiled, and the fox-like color came out of his eyes, making him exude a sense of deja vu again.

Gently pinching Li Chuang's chin, Ling Fei approached and murmured: "Little thing, where are your glasses?"

Li Chuang gritted his teeth: "If you don't let go, I will bite you."

I don't want Ling Fei to withdraw his hand happily, leaning on the pillow again, and taking a deep breath slightly tired.After a while, maybe feeling uncomfortable, I raised my hand to grab the gauze.

Li Chuang was watching closely, okay, he was caught by restless paws at the sound of jingle bells, sweating profusely on his brow: "What are you doing!"

"Uncomfortable." Ling Fei said it as a matter of course.

Li Chuang opened his mouth half-open, blankly, and at the same time justified the name of the unlucky doctor from the bottom of his heart. He was indeed a miracle doctor, not only able to see a doctor, but also to meet each other. This Ling Fei is really not a normal person!

"What if the sutures are ripped? What if the wound is infected? What if it's disfigured? Brother, can you save me a little—"

Ling Fei looked at him amusedly: "I infected mine, what are you anxious about?"

"Nonsense, I'm a murderer." Li Chuang finally felt something was wrong while talking, stopped talking, and met Ling Fei's beautiful eyes uncertainly, "Hey, didn't you really forget?"

Ling Fei shrugged, rarely showing a sincere expression.

Li Chuang swallowed, and coughed in embarrassment: "Then let me tell you, you can't retaliate, you can't settle accounts after the fall, and you can't make a comeback..."

"My patience is limited." Ling Fei glanced over lightly.

"Uh, here's the thing, last night we arrived at the Imperial Capital from the buffet restaurant, and a group of people entered the VIP room in a mighty manner. It is said that the room was reserved by you. I don't know if you have any impression of this. Anyway, we all had a good time when we came and went. Very HIGH, of course I have to question your truth or dare, it’s so fucking disgusting, and your partner... Hey, yes, where is your boyfriend?... Okay, this is not the point , don’t stare at me, it’s so scary, who knows how much you drank after the end, brother, I’m holding a microphone here to give you the sound of nature, so you came over here, occupying the latrine... uh, occupying the microphone Don’t talk about singing, you’re still catching someone, you even kissed Han Mukun, do you have any impression?...ah, that’s calm and calm, and it’s not too kissy. Anyway, this is not the point. Throw me down, I fought hard and persuaded with words, not only did you not listen to the persuasion, you still have to make an inch, so..." Li Chuang carefully bloomed a smiling face like a sunflower, "Brother, do you understand?"

Ling Fei nodded, raised his hand and pointed to his forehead: "Succinct and concise, you did it."

"……correct."

"Then what about the net bag on your head?"

"After I smashed it, you didn't feel satisfied, so you hit your head again."

"?"

"Your size!" Li Chuang wanted to grab the man's neck and shake it vigorously, "Of course you greeted me with the insolence of coming and going! I said, can you be normal? Can you have a little human thinking? ?”

Ling Fei ignored him, and after thinking about it seriously, he muttered: "Then I'm not at a loss."

"It's not a loss." Li Chuang slowed down apologetically, "I just broke my skin, but you got stitches."

Ling Fei raised his eyebrows. This result was beyond his expectation. If he calculated it this way, he was indeed at a disadvantage. He didn't care if he was disfigured or not, but everyone knew that Ling Shao never ate...

"The unlucky doctor said that he won't lose his appearance, and he doesn't know if it's true or not." Without warning, Li Chuang got up and leaned forward, raising his hand to brush away Ling Fei's thin bangs, "Don't move, let me take a good look."

Ling Fei was stunned, not obedient, but simply forgot to move.

He didn't know what he could see through the gauze, he only knew that the boy's palm was very hot and scalded his forehead.