phantom hand

Not long after Han Mukun returned to the hotel, he developed a high fever.

At first he thought he hadn't had a good rest, so he was in a daze all night and didn't take it seriously, but he couldn't get up the next morning.If it wasn't for the hotel staff who came to clean up the room and found out, he might have given his life to this black land directly.The hotel was also quite interesting and sent two people to escort him to the hospital.But he also had his own job, so as soon as the hanging bottle was hung up, he let the other party go back.

I don't know if the temperature has changed suddenly, there are so many people with colds, and there are no beds in the hospital, so Han Mukun squeezed on the bench in the corridor with countless grandparents.He was very dizzy, and everywhere he looked was spinning.His stomach couldn't stop rolling, and he needed a lot of effort to restrain himself from throwing up.

There are people everywhere, registering, testing, queuing up, and accompanying the doctor.The entire corridor was like a huge farmers' market. Countless people walked back and forth in front of his eyes, and their feet were stepped on countless times. At first, some people apologized, but then no one cared.

Han Mukun suffered very badly. This discomfort started from the mind, then spread to the body, and now it reacts from the body to the mind, forming a vicious circle.He took out his phone and called Li Chuang, but the phone was cut off as soon as it rang.He sent a text message to Li Chuang, saying that I miss you, and Li Chuang replied quickly: go back.

Han Mukun bent down and vomited uncontrollably. There was nothing in his stomach, so he could only vomit a little icteric fluid.The people around him backed away in disgust, but Han Mukun smiled mischievously after vomiting.

back?No, he cannot go back.He is here now, thinking that looking at that Li Chuang, he can always be his own little bastard. Although his appearance has changed and his voice has changed, at least for some trance moments he can be sure that his boy is still there, but when he goes back, he is cold and cold. An empty house means nothing.He has lived alone for 36 years, and he can't accept that he will be lonely again less than a year after he got hot.He is not afraid of being cold all the time, he is afraid of the coldness after being warmed up.Going deep into the bone marrow, like countless steel needles, can penetrate people.

After a few autumn rains, the temperature no longer fluctuated, but completely cooled down.

Li Chuang hadn't heard from Han Mukun for several days since the text message asking the other party to go back, so he took it for granted that the other party had already returned home.Is there any disappointment, maybe there is, but it is too light, more like a sigh of relief.That man seemed to be the only sequelae left by this soul exchange, but Li Chuang found that as long as he didn't think about it, he could live a good life.

The school kids are mischievous but cute.

The school teachers are intriguing, but they are not bad in nature.

Ms. Zhao greeted her coldly and warmly, seemingly with a little sincerity.

Zhao Qiulei is pregnant, so he must be considered an uncle.

This day, Li Chuang arrived home after six o'clock as usual, but as soon as he entered the corridor, he saw the workers of the moving company carrying things upstairs.Li Chuangxin said that this is where the house is decorated to buy things, but he went up to his door step by step, only to find that, well, his house is opposite.

Li Chuang couldn't remember what the neighbors across the street looked like, anyway, he didn't see him very often throughout the year.I only know that he is a man who divorced his wife, and occasionally brings different women home to spend the night.I heard that they were going to get married a few days ago, so it seems that they are tidying up their new house?

There was a lot of furniture piled up at the door, all of which were brand new. While opening the door, Li Chuang scanned the room with his peripheral vision. The floor should have just been waxed and looked shiny.Li Chuang was so curious that he opened the door. Shrugging, he stepped into the entrance of his house, and then closed the anti-theft door casually.

"I'm back." Li Chuang didn't know when he developed the habit of going home to report, but it seemed that men and women liked it very much, so that's all.

In the living room, men and women were watching TV. When Li Chuang came back, Ms. Zhao immediately got up and said, "The dishes have to be stewed for a while, so come and eat some fruit first."

Li Chuang smiled at the woman naturally, and smelled the fruity aroma at the same time.Autumn is the season of replenishing water. Although Li Chuang never expects himself to become a juicy white onion, he also does not want himself to become a dried sausage.So after changing into his slippers, he washed his hands as quickly as possible, and then walked over to find the source of the fragrance.

It was a very beautiful fruit basket, completely different from the ones sold by small vendors at the entrance of the hospital. The intricate flower buckles made of refined bamboo strips looked like high-end items, and the fruit inside was also colorful, like a cluster of flowers.Li Chuang frowned slightly. He always felt that many fruits were familiar to him, but he couldn't name them.

Taking a dragon fruit casually, Li Chuang wondered while fiddling: "Why did you remember to buy a fruit basket?"

"The neighbors have just moved in next door." Ms. Zhao couldn't stand her stepson's skinning skills, sighed, took the thing from Li Chuang's hand, and peeled it carefully.

Li Chuang naturally concentrated on waiting for the fruit, and at the same time tilted his head and asked Father Li: "Deliver it personally? What kind of person, there are neighbors talking about it these days?"

"I'm in my thirties. They say they came from the south. No, it's like airlifting fruit." Father Li recalled it for a while, and added, "But my accent doesn't sound like a southerner."

Li Chuang listened, and as he listened, a layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.When the old man finished speaking, he jumped up from the sofa.Fortunately, old man Li yelled "What are you doing" in time, so Li Chuang stayed in mid-air instead of rushing out.

"There are nails on the sofa!" Father Li looked at his son, puzzled.

"No, leg cramps." Li Chuang sat back a little stiffly. Ms. Zhao handed over the peeled dragon fruit, but Li Chuang lost his mind.

After finally finishing dinner, Li Chuang slipped out of the house on the pretext that his classmates were looking for him.

The anti-theft door on the opposite side was locked tightly, and no one could be seen.Li Chuang posted it up and looked closer to Maoyan, but still found nothing.Without further hesitation, he called Han Mukun directly.

"Hello?" Han Mukun was very quiet, so the man's voice sounded particularly clear.

Li Chuang asked bluntly, "Where are you?"

Han Mukun seemed to have expected him to ask such a question, and answered smoothly: "At home."

In an instant, Li Chuangfu felt his heart, gritted his teeth and said, "Open the door for me."

Almost at the same time, the anti-theft door opened.Li Chuang was startled, and quickly stepped aside, so that he didn't get hurt.

Han Mukun held the doorknob, kept the opening and closing angle at 30 degrees, looked at Li Chuang in his spare time, and asked politely, "Do you want to come in?"

Li Chuang squinted his eyes at him for a long time, and finally grabbed the doorknob and slammed it shut from the inside!

Han Mukun spread his hands, and retreated knowingly to find slippers for the guests. After a long time, he came back with a brand new pair.

Li Chuang stood in the entrance, not willing to change his shoes, but asked, "Is the soundproofing good here?"

Han Mukun looked around, and finally nodded: "It should be okay."

"Very good," Li Chuang laughed back angrily, "Then let's talk here. Your surname is Han, what are you doing!"

Han Mukun seemed to want to laugh, but he didn't make it out. In the end, he could only say dryly, "What do you think I'm doing, that's what I'm doing."

"Fuck," Li Chuang cursed angrily. He wanted to kick the wall, but everything was too white to touch, so he had to put his anger on the instigator, "You fucking plan to linger?"

Han Mukun was stung by Li Chuang's disgusted expression, but the pain was too intensive recently, and he seemed to have the ability to resist.Sighing, Han Mukun moved closer, his back was no longer as straight as it was that night, as if he was tired and showing weakness: "Li Chuang, don't get angry with me and don't compete with me, okay, I compete with myself every day now, if you compete with me again, I can't stand it."

Li Chuang felt that his internal organs had been mixed together. He didn't understand why Han Mukun couldn't stand it, why he was in pain too. It didn't make sense: "It's not that I'm competing with you, it's that you are abnormal. Leave the good company alone, run away Shenyang to buy a house and move?"

"It's not buying, it's renting." Han Mukun corrected.

Li Chuang was even more baffled: "You fucking rent a house for new furniture?"

Han Mukun looked at him seriously and said, "I don't know how long I will live here, but I think it may be a long time."

Li Chuang smiled contemptuously, with a hint of sarcasm: "It won't be long, trust me."

Han Mukun didn't seem to want to continue entangled in this issue, so he just said ambiguously: "Maybe."

There was some movement in the back room, Li Chuang listened carefully, and thought it was like a dog barking.Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and widened his eyes at Han Mukun in disbelief: "Did you bring Niuniu?"

"Well," Han Mukun looked at the bedroom following the voice, and then said, "The room is a bit big, so empty."

Li Chuang also looked inside with Han Mukun, but apart from the sound, there was not a single dog hair to be seen.He couldn't be bothered to say that he wanted to see it, after all, it was someone else's, and now he didn't even want the owner of the dog, let alone a dog.

But Han Mukun returned to the house without saying a word, and soon, Li Chuang heard the little girl screaming confidently, and when the man came out again, he was holding a dog leash in his hand.

"I just came here, locked in a cage, and now I'm still a little irritable." Han Mukun and Li Chuang explained.

Because she was restrained by the chain, Han Niuniu didn't touch Li Chuang, she just grabbed her fleshy claws in mid-air, as if she was very anxious.Li Chuang's heart softened, and he bent down to hug him, but before Li Chuang's hand touched Mao'er, Han Niuniu avoided him with a groan, and then stood a meter away from Li Chuang, bluffing towards him. He called—it was a kind of total defensiveness, like being invaded by a stranger.

Li Chuang was stunned, retracted his arm in disbelief, and called tentatively: "Niu Niu?"

Han Niuniu was unmoved, and still pretended to scream ferociously.

Li Chuang's eyes turned red, but he tried not to cry, but his voice was harsh: "Stupid dog, you don't recognize me anymore?"

Han Niuniu half-hid behind her master—she usually couldn't maintain her fierceness for long, and now she only whined softly and looked at strange humans with her head poking around.

Li Chuang said yes.Otherwise, Han Mukun couldn't help feeling distressed.He pulled Han Niuniu hard, and almost forced her to push the dog's head to Li Chuang's feet.

Han Niuniu groaned aggrievedly, but still obediently smelled it.

Li Chuang didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and said in a hoarse voice: "Without you, bullying a dog is nothing."

Han Mukun remained silent, and only concentrated on supervising Han Niuniu's confession.

He can't accept that his little bastard has changed, it's because he is just a layman.But now he, a common man, is going to work hard, how can Han Niuniu deny it!

After a while, Han Niuniu's saliva wet Li Chuang's socks.But in the same way, the little girl also quieted down.Li Chuang squatted down slowly, and finally got his wish and hugged the dog into his arms.Han Niuniu seemed to still want to struggle, but after meeting her master's cold eyebrows, she lowered her head obediently and never dared to do anything else.

From Han Mukun's point of view, Li Chuang Guangjie's neck has a slight wheat color, which is different from the whiteness before, and he is also healthy and energetic.The boy seemed to have lost weight, but he wasn't sure, the last time we met, his head was full of old bastards, and he didn't even bother to really look at this.

Han Mukun wanted to say something, but as soon as his lips moved, he looked up at Li Chuang.The words stuck in his throat, and he just watched Li Chuang let go of Han Niuniu, stood up, and pulled the corner of his mouth at himself.

"Go back early, so that we don't get upset looking at each other."

Han Mukun knew that Li Chuang was talking, but at this moment, he couldn't turn his mind to that.He stared at Li Chuang in a daze, and immediately saw the shadow of the past, and even his new eyebrows became vivid.