Hot Spring Mental Hospital

Just as Quan Lu was shamelessly sitting on Mo Wenfeng's sofa eating his snacks, a cat meowed suddenly outside.

Quan Lu immediately thought of Er Zhu, the little black cat who despised him in the flower bed downstairs.

Quan Lu tiptoed to the balcony and found a black kitten eating small dried fish in a small bowl on the balcony.

The bowl is small and looks like the kind you would put cat food in.

Could it be that Erzhu is the cat raised by Dr. Mo?

No wonder they are not afraid of people.

Erzhu was eating so happily that he didn't even bother to pay attention to the deer that was slowly approaching it, probably because he knew that this stupid mortal would not hurt him. After eating the dried fish, Erzhu licked his paw, and the cat came Basked in the sun in the corner and went to sleep.

Quan Lu: "...What a crazy cat demon!"

Mo Wenfeng came over, looked at the kitten with its stomach upturned, and nodded involuntarily: "Well, it looks like it has become a spirit."

"Haha, animals are not allowed to become spirits after the founding of the People's Republic of China!" Quan Lu seemed to find something funny and laughed.

Mo Wenfeng didn't smile, he walked towards the kitten, stretched out his hand and scratched the kitten's chin, the kitten squinted its eyes and looked enjoying, it seemed that it was very used to it.

"Doctor Mo, is this your cat? What's its name?" Quan Lu asked.

"I didn't raise it." Mo Wenfeng touched the kitten's back again, "It belonged to a friend, named Vikirino Beljawski."

Quan Lu: "..."

At first glance, it looks like a domestically produced little native cat, what the hell is the Russian name.

And the point is, I can't remember this ghost's name at all!Mo Wenfeng said it with a relaxed face.

Said it without stopping at all!

"Wei what?" Quan Lu felt that he might have an auditory hallucination.

"Vikirino Beljawski." Mo Wenfeng patiently explained again.

Quan Lu: "..."

This turned out to be true! ! !

No wonder the little local cat doesn't want to be called Erzhu. He has a foreign name, Vikirino Chakosnovki!

Although it seems a little wrong, but this does not change Quan Lu's idea that he is very intoxicated.

Quan Lu tried to remember the name, but sadly, he failed to remember it three times.

Just call Er Zhu, Quan Lu thought silently.

Erzhu had enough food and drink, and was gently scratched by Mo Wenfeng on his chin and belly, and fell asleep comfortably, even snoring.

Quan Lu has never raised a cat before, this is the first time he discovered that cats can snore.

His whole body is not well. This local cat named Vichilino, which looks like a domestic one, has completely subverted his worldview.

If it was called Wikipedia, Quan Lu felt that he would go crazy, and he would definitely ask Mo Wenfeng to give him some injections.

Quan Lu silently returned to Mo Wenfeng's living room. Mo Wenfeng's living room was still deserted, and there were still those professional books on spirituality on the bookshelf.

Quan Lu felt bored, so he stood in front of the bookshelf and carefully looked at those books.

The book is very new, the pages are very white, it can be seen that Mo Wenfeng is well protected, but Quan Lu gradually feels that something is wrong.

These books seem to be new. Why does my own professional book look brand new?

Although he knew that it was wrong to touch other people's things without their permission, Quan Lu still couldn't help stretching out a finger to wipe lightly on the page——

There was a thin layer of dust on it.

The pages of the book are very white, and they fit together neatly one by one, without any sign of being opened, every book is like this.

In other words, these books are new, unpacked, and placed here without turning a single page.

Mo asked Feng why he bought a bunch of professional books and put them here to eat ashes?

There is only one answer, to make decorations.

Why these professional books are placed here for display, Quan Lu doesn't understand.

For pretense?Obviously not, Mo Wenfeng is not such a person, and he doesn't have to.

Quan Lu lowered his eyes slowly, and withdrew his hand.

Why is it?

Does Quan Luxin want to ask Mo Wenfeng directly?

What if I think too much? What if someone is a student who is required to buy a professional book by the school of Xueba, but he can pass the test without reading it?

Quan Lu looked at Mo Wenfeng who was watering the flowers on the balcony, and asked, "Doctor Mo, can I read your book?"

Mo Wenfeng readily agreed to him.

Quan Lu casually pulled out a professional book and opened it.

The inside pages are also very new, white paper, but the name is written on the first page.

Don't ask Feng.

It's Dr. Mo's handwriting. Dr. Mo's handwriting is really beautiful. Dr. Mo's handwriting is as good-looking as his own. I feel like I'm really going to be a fan of Dr. Mo.

……

Quan Lu slapped himself twice.

Quan Lu sat cross-legged on the ground, thinking seriously.

Quan Lu felt that he was going to become a famous detective. He felt that he was Sherlock Holmes. If he was matched with Watson, he would be able to live in 221B Baker Street now.

What Mo Wenfeng saw as soon as he came in was this scene - Quan Lu sat cross-legged on the ground, with his head tilted to one side, fell asleep, his mouth was still grinning, and a trace of crystal clear unknown liquid glistened at the corner of his mouth.

Mo Wenfeng: "..."

This is also able to fall asleep, really not a little defensive, Mo Wenfeng couldn't help laughing.

"Quan Lu..." Mo Wenfeng squatted beside Quan Lu and patted him on the shoulder lightly, but the other party didn't respond at all, so Mo Wenfeng could only call out a few more times, "Quan Lu...Quan Lu...little deer ..."

Quan Lu stood still.

Mo Wenfeng had no choice but to take out the psychiatry book he was still holding, and put it back on the bookshelf.

Why is Quan Lu interested in this?

But Quan Lu is a person who is easily interested in everything and is always full of curiosity about things, but his reaction...is always surprising.

"It's really interesting..." Mo Wenfeng looked at Quan Lu's grinning mouth and smiled.

Quan Lu opened his eyes in a daze, and found himself lying down. His first reaction was that it was a new day, and he woke up from the mental hospital again.

But at first glance, it feels wrong, this spacious interior, this white ceiling, the texture of the leather underneath.

Apparently he was on the couch.

Only then did he realize it later.

He fell asleep at Dr. Mo's house.

And fell asleep sitting up.

Quan Lu: "..."

Since I fell asleep sitting up, why am I lying on someone else's sofa now.

Could it be that he sleepwalks?Quan Lu's body can sleepwalk, and he lies down on other people's sofa when he is dreaming and dreaming, hehehehe must be so.

Quan Lu would not admit that he had imagined Mo Wenfeng to carry his princess to the sofa just now.

He won't admit it!

Quan Lu slapped himself twice.

From the kitchen came the sound of spoons colliding with pots.

It was obvious that Mo Wenfeng was cooking dinner.

……

Quan Lu's mood at this moment is like ten thousand muddy horses trampling past in his mind.

He slapped himself twice again, forcing himself to calm down.

Yes, in order to apologize and get Doctor Mo's forgiveness, he ran to someone's house, then somehow fell asleep at someone's house, woke up on the sofa at someone's house for no reason, and fell asleep until dinner time for no reason.

Quan Lu: "..."

Quan Lu felt that he was going to die in embarrassment.

He wished he could jump off the balcony of Dr. Mo's house!

It's a pity that Dr. Mo's house is on the first floor.

Quan Lu was very frustrated, he touched his nose: "Doctor Mo." He shouted.

"Oh," Mo Wenfeng responded, "Are you awake?"

"Well," Quan Lu Xunsheng walked towards the kitchen, he didn't enter the kitchen, and whispered, "Thank you, Doctor Mo, I'm leaving."

After speaking, before Mo Wenfeng could answer, he walked out desperately.

Unexpectedly, Mo Wenfeng came out from the kitchen - he had already fried a plate of broccoli.

"The dishes are all cooked, let's go after eating."

Quan Lu pondered for a while, there is no modal particle, this is an affirmative sentence.

He didn't know what he thought of, and suddenly he lost his mind, and asked, "Why don't you go to the cafeteria to eat?"

The canteen is no more than 100 meters away from the staff dormitory.

"When you wake up, the cafeteria will be closed." Mo Wenfeng's tone was very natural.

Quan Lu looked up at the wall clock on the wall, it was almost seven o'clock.

"I..." Quan Lu wished he could kill himself.

Why does he always lose face in front of Dr. Mo, why!

Mo Wenfeng looked at the two bright red marks on Quan Lu's face: "..."

What's wrong with this? Is it self-abuse? Does Quan Lu have self-abuse besides split personality?

Mo Wenfeng was thinking while putting the dishes on the table.

The dishes are very light, and there are only two dishes, one broccoli and one corn horseshoe soup.

"Wash your hands." Mo Wenfeng said affirmatively again.

……

Quan Lu silently washed his hands, served the meal, and sat down at the table with chopsticks in hand.

"Doctor Mo..." Unable to hold back, Quan Lu still said, "That... I don't know why I fell asleep..."

"Well, it's okay." Mo Wenfeng didn't seem to care at all.

Quan Lu swallowed his saliva: "I fell asleep here in the afternoon, what about the rounds at the hospital?"

Mo Wenfeng paused and laughed: "You still remember this."

……

Quan Lu was a little guilty, he was at Mo Wenfeng's house, and he almost forgot that he was in a mental hospital.

"It's okay," Mo Wenfeng said, "Today is my ward round."

Quan Lu silently grilled the rice.

After thinking about it, Quan Lu asked again: "Well, why am I on the sofa..."

Asking this question, Quan Lu also felt a little ashamed. Generally speaking, it was Mo Wenfeng who carried him over, and it should be the princess...

Fuck, I'm a man, why did I suddenly have such a girlish heart!

why!

If it wasn't for eating, Quan Lu would have hit himself twice.

Mo Wenfeng's expression was very calm: "I dragged you there."

……

Wait, is this verb... the wrong one?

Seeing Quan Lu's confused face, Mo Wenfeng blinked and explained: "You don't have any impression at all? You fell asleep on the ground, I couldn't call you, so I had to drag you to the sofa."

drag……

Quan Lu's brain made up for Mo Wenfeng dragging himself like a dead pig. He was still sleeping deeply, and the corners of his mouth must still be drooling.

Quan Lu's whole body is not well.