Through the past and the present, I regard you as the king

It's filthy, I'm afraid it will dirty your son's house..." Nianqi said.

Mu Feng couldn't laugh or cry when he heard the reason, he walked to the door, grabbed the doorknob with a gesture, and his face was frozen: "I don't want to enter or eat, right? I'll count to three, and if I don't enter, I will close the door. Don't come in again." Bother me."

Nianqiyi raised his head, and Mu Feng had already counted unceremoniously:

three!Twenty Seven is hesitating.

two!Twenty-seven moved his feet.

As soon as the word "one" came out, Nianqi flashed in through the crack of the door. When Mu Feng turned his head, he was already standing by the dining table and blinking at him.

Mu Feng grabbed the towel on the back of the chair, wiped his hands, and gave him chopsticks and spoons from the kitchen cabinet. Seeing him standing there staring at the food on the table, he bent slightly and pulled the stool in front of him: "It's too late to do it now, let's press the stomach first."

Nian Qi didn't sit down, and looked at Mu Feng with a look of searching for an answer, as if wondering if he should be driven away after this meal.

Mu Feng also noticed his gaze, straightened up, met his gaze calmly, Nian Qi couldn't last longer, and quickly dropped down.Both of them hesitated to speak, but neither of them wanted to speak first.

The broken eggs in the white porcelain bowl were spinning leisurely, and the sesame oil dripped on top, gathering and scattering.

Mu Feng thought about how to repay this favor and solve this trouble, he gently pushed the bowl in the direction of Nianqi: "Eat first, and the rest...we'll talk about it later."

He raised his hand and touched his ear, then ignored Twenty Seven and walked around the dining table into the bathroom.

Immediately, the sound of water rushing up.

The author has something to say:.

The next chapter is... out of the bath play (not)

☆、9|Attachment at attachment

The door of the bathroom was still broken, and he was too busy to fix it. Mu Feng simply took a shower under the shower head, dried himself off with a large white towel, put on a T-shirt and a pair of loose household slacks.There is a restaurant across the wall, but there is no movement at all.

Mu Feng came out with a towel on his head, and he saw Nian Qiduan sitting at the dining table, the lunch box and bowl in front of him were empty.I looked up at the time, and took a shower by myself for at most 10 minutes, and the soup and rice were served piping hot.Mu Feng walked over and touched the white porcelain bowl with the back of his hand, it was still hot.

Eating so hot will inevitably cause damage to the esophagus, Mu Feng didn't say anything, frowned when he saw Er Qihong's puffy lips, and asked, "Are you finished eating?"

Twenty Seven nodded.

Mu Feng asked again: "Are you full?"

Twenty Seven also nodded.

He took away the empty bowl on the table, threw the lunch box into the trash can, walked to the sliding door of the kitchen and looked back, Nian Qi hurriedly looked away.Mu Feng was a little depressed, but he couldn't tell why he was uncomfortable. He stared at Nian Qi's long, black hair, but it was already dirty and almost knotted for a while, and said, "Go take a shower first." He raised his finger to the next door, "You know the bathroom, it's the room you fell into that day."

Mu Feng was washing dishes in the kitchen. He thought that Nianqi would still stick there, but he was afraid that he would really do something. Obedient, I really went to take a shower.

From the closet, he dug out a set of large clothes and trousers bought by his mother before, saying that his head would grow longer, a navy blue shirt and a pair of black trousers.Nian Qi has been wearing a loose robe that does not reveal his figure, but judging from his height, he is still a few centimeters taller than Mu Feng, and he can't go wrong with bigger clothes.

Mu Feng knocked on the bathroom door, but there was no answer inside. He shouted outside the door: "Put your clothes outside the door for you, and the towels are on the shelf next to it."

He found a basket to put his clothes in, and after sitting in the living room for a while, Twenty Seven pushed open the door of the bathroom and came out.

Mu Feng propped his arms on the armrest of the sofa, resting his hair in his hands. He slowly raised his head when he heard the sound of footsteps.To Mu Feng, it was a very loose shirt, and it fit perfectly on Nian Qi's body. His wheat-colored skin was exposed, outlining the well-proportioned muscles of his chest and abdomen. Several healed wounds ran across it, giving a plain Added a bit of wildness.Black trousers wrapped two slender legs, and the front door was slightly open, revealing a bunch of fluffy pubic hair.

Extremely sexy.

That was the word that Mu Feng subconsciously thought of.

Then he suddenly realized that he was busy looking for clothes for him, but forgot to give him the underwear inside.Twenty Seven had already walked in front of Mu Feng, his eight-pack abs almost pressed against his face, Mu Feng jumped up from the sofa, turned his face away, and covered his slightly red ears.

A person who likes men can't resist a perfect body just out of the bath.

"Why not, come out without underwear!" Mu Feng complained to cover up his gaffe, even though it was not Er Qi's fault.

Nianqi froze for a moment, the deep-rooted consciousness made him think that no matter what happened, it must be his own fault.

Just a few seconds later, Nianqi half-kneeled on the ground, clasped his fists and begged Mu Feng for forgiveness: "This subordinate knows his mistake, please punish me, sir." With this large movement, he stretched the waist of his trousers even lower, which was embarrassing. Hanging on the hip bone, as long as Mu Feng lowers his head, he can see the half-hidden utensils inside, lying limply on one side.

Mu Feng couldn't even say the words to stop him for a while, he squatted down to the same height as Nianqi, in order not to pay too much attention to it, he could only stare at Nianqi's face: "You know your mistakes all day long, you know you made mistakes What's wrong?"

"I..." Nianqi lowered his head to avoid Mu Feng's gaze, and tentatively replied, "Not wearing...underpants?"

The sincerity of Nianqi's answer almost caused Mu Feng to suffer internal injuries. He stood up and went to the bedroom to bring a pair of brand new white cotton boxers, handed them to Nianqi and said, "Here, new ones."

As a result, Nian Qi took a look at Mu Feng, and took off in the living room without hesitation, put on boxers and trousers as instructed, and made Mu Feng feel ashamed and had to pretend to look around in the restaurant.After looking at the scenery for a long time, Mu Feng was really impatient and walked sideways before Nianqi was finished.

The zipper of the trousers that I haven't worn for a long time is a little rusty, and it hasn't moved a bit after pulling it for a long time.Mu Feng moved closer and adjusted the zipper head a little bit, until finally his whole face was almost up, Nian Qi didn't dare to resist, and looked down, his hair fell from his shoulders, scratching Mu Feng's cheek.

He scratched the itchy place and wrestled with the stubborn zipper for a long time.

"Young Master?" Nian Qi suddenly uttered a very close voice, which startled Mu Feng, and with a trembling hand, he pulled it up.

Nian Qi stretched out his arms to hold his staggering body, Mu Feng stood a step away and looked at him, from his clean eyes, firm and handsome face, to his well-defined figure.Even though he had taken a bath, Mu Feng still felt that he had a dusty smell on his body, like a traveler who came from thousands of miles and hurried past in the world of mortals.

Mu Feng settled down and sat down at the dining table, letting Nian Qi sit next to him: "I have eaten and taken a bath, we should talk about you."

Nianqi sat very upright, expressionless, with his hands crossed on the table, tightly clasped.Mu Feng glanced at it. When a person is nervous, he will always show it from the clues. No matter how calm he is on the surface, the more he cares about things, the easier it will be exposed.

Does he care a lot about it?

Mu Feng poured him a glass of water, cleared his throat and started: "Would you like to talk about your own plan, maybe I can help you, maybe I can't keep you like this forever."

"I," Twenty-seven said, "I belong to...Young Master, dead man." He paused, "Now it belongs to you."

Mu Feng was very reluctant to hear such words, "I don't need any dead soldiers."

Hearing these words, Nianqi was completely dumbfounded, half of his gray eyes were covered by drooping eyelids, and the nails of both hands were pinched in the flesh.Mu Feng looked at him, and waited until his hands were almost pinched, and then he heard a sentence, which seemed to take a lot of effort to finish: "Really, is it?"

Seeing that Mu Feng was silent, he stood up and bowed, and said very calmly: "Then twenty-seven, I would like to thank Mr. Mu for his kindness of rebirth."

He wanted to leave after he finished speaking, but Mu Feng was still sitting where he was, feeling something was wrong before he felt a little joy of getting rid of the trouble, and the more he thought about it, the more something was wrong, the more he felt that there was more than just words in his words.

As soon as Nian Qi grabbed the doorknob, Mu Feng rushed over and grabbed him: "What do you mean!"

Twenty Seven: "..."

"Forcing me, are you going to seek death if I don't take you in?" Mu Feng figured out the meaning, and he raised his voice unconsciously after being shocked, "Nianqi, I don't know who you were before, even a dead man Domestic violence doesn't matter if you don't want to go home, but what is your life, can you give it up so easily!

"Do you find it interesting that you use this method to force a stranger?"

The young man was not moved by this generous speech, he lowered his eyes and said respectfully: "It is my duty not to cause you any trouble, my lord."

"Responsibility?" Mu Feng laughed twice, and said sarcastically, "For me, you can do anything, including die?"

"Yes." Twenty Seven did not hesitate at all.

Mu Feng choked for a moment. Even the person who kept saying that he loved him to the point of madness that year never said such a thing. He never thought that when he really said such lines that only in movies, he would With such a shocking power, no matter it is true or false, it will cause an instant impact.

And in his subconscious, he even had a premonition that if he let go today, Nian Qi would definitely fulfill his ridiculous duty - for a "master" whom he had only met a few times.

Whether as a party to this ridiculous time-travel drama or as a doctor, it is impossible for Mu Feng to let such a thing happen.

After being dazed for a moment, Mu Feng held on to Twenty Seven even more tightly.

"Tell me!" Mu Feng almost yelled at Nianqi, "I don't care if you are the dead man you call, but I ask you, is it true that you can't live without someone you can cling to?! Is it right? In your life, you must find an attachment to bind yourself?!"

Twenty-seven looked away, without changing his face.

For a few years, Mu Feng had just stepped out of his parents' sweet nest, and everything was novel and vivid, and troubles followed one after another. I also longed for such a person who could be my reliance.

At that time, it was the most youthful and vigorous time for a young boy who had just grown up.

He's crazy, stubborn, persistent, and will stop at nothing.

He found his attachment, and eventually, lost it too, without warning.

Mu Feng walked through time, he changed, restrained, polished, all in order to get out of this deadly trap. For eight years, it was so long that he could hardly remember what the trap looked like, but he still couldn't forget it. s story.

The hand holding Nianqi began to tremble, and the trembling spread from the fingertips to Mu Feng's body. Nianqi felt the panic and anxiety conveyed from it. He had learned the ingenious art of assassination and the precise tracking secret technique. , and even understand mechanism skills, but don't know how to comfort a person.

"Master" has always been a cruel and cruel image in Nianqi's mind. He is clever in strategizing and eloquent, and he arranges troops to take people's lives thousands of miles away, but the only thing he doesn't need is a weak heart.As a new "master", Mu Feng was far beyond his comprehension.

He doesn't understand and doesn't understand.

Nian Qi pressed Mu Feng's hand with his own hand, trying to control his slight trembling.

Mu Feng was silent for a long while, then he suddenly had a seizure and dragged Nian Qi away from the door. He raised his head with unusually firm eyes.

"Nianqi, good." Mu Feng repeatedly called Nianqi's name several times, and every sentence weighed heavily on Nianqi's heart, and he said, "Aren't you missing a pillar that can't fall down? Aren't you missing a pair of ropes? ?"

He took a few breaths, and his voice sank, "I'll come. I'll be the rope that binds your life, when you lean on the iron pillar of life, and if you want an attachment, I will be your attachment as you wish."

Nian Qi was startled and was still stunned, then he heard Mu Feng suddenly say:

"But Twenty Seven, I will let you remember that in this world, whoever is missing lives the same.

--the same as you. "

The author has something to say: don’t look at 2777 who is so obedient and inhuman, he is actually a big wolf dog that can bite ♂ people (strike out)...

Everyone in the audience raise your hands, let me see you~~~~

☆、10|How to choose

Mu Feng looked at the guest bedroom, which he had converted into a storage room, and regretted it a bit.

He has never been an impulsive person, but this time, agreeing to take him in on the twenty-seventh is really just a surge of blood, in fact, he is not ready to take care of a person at all.

Although the rented small apartment has two bedrooms and one living room, Mu Feng lives alone, his parents have cut off contact, and he has no permanent friends. The guest bedroom has long been regarded by him as a warehouse for stacking old things. Come to spend the night and share a bed with him.

Twenty-seven...you can't sleep in the same bed with him, can you?

However, since he has already agreed, it is not his style to go back and forth.

Mu Feng took out a set of pillows from the cabinet and hung them on the metal railing of the balcony. They were fluffy in the sun. He patted them for a while, and his movements gradually slowed down. After a while, he turned around and leaned against the railings. .

Twenty-seven has been standing in the room, his new master is busy in and out, but there is nothing that asks him to do.So he had no choice but to fix his eyes on Mu Feng's body, seeing the man on the balcony bathed in bright light, after a while, the light came in from the outside, and when it paused in front of Nianqi, there was still a little bit of the sun.

He found that under the sun, Mu Feng's hair was a little lighter, as if dyed with a layer of bright sunset glow.Unlike his previous son, whether it was day or night or killing people, his clothes were spotless, but his hair was extremely black.

Nianqi looked at Mu Feng's hair, and felt that he had a human scent, a real person.

"I will wrong you to sleep on the sofa tonight." Mu Feng said to him.

Twenty-seven let go of the glow, nodded and said "yes".

Mu Feng didn't expect Nian Qi to answer any other words, but such a clean "yes" reminded Mu Feng. From the beginning to the end, the most uncomfortable thing about Nian Qi was Mu Feng. , It is his attitude of never resisting.

In addition to yes, it is good, do not force or do not move, do not ask and do not answer, making Mu Feng feel like he is talking to an artificial intelligence.

But there is another advantage of artificial intelligence, that is, as long as it is fully charged, he doesn't need to worry about it.

And twenty seven...

Mu Feng shook his head.

After spending a whole day at home with Nian Qi, he found that although Nian Qi has a high degree of adaptability to modern society, his common sense is almost zero. The only bit of understanding he found was slowly groping out during the few days of wandering outside. .For example, what can be eaten and what can’t be eaten, there are "unhitched carriages" running in the middle of the road, door handles are twisted instead of kicked...

Apart from those, there are more things that Nianqi can't understand, all of which he puts in the column of "mechanism", which is simple and crude.

A person can disguise his own character and knowledge, but he cannot pretend to be an instinct developed from childhood.Mu Feng is a doctor, and the basic principle of being responsible for life requires doctors to pay attention to subtle physiological changes all the time. If Nianqi is really pretending, then he will always show his feet.

But on this day of dealing with Twenty Seven, Mu Feng was basically sure that he really didn't know anything.Even if Mu Feng doesn't believe any nonsense about time travel, he can only be treated as an ignorant ancient person for the time being.

In order to prevent Twenty Seven from dying suddenly at home due to lack of common sense, Mu Feng had to teach him the most basic common sense.Fortunately, Er Qi's learning ability is very strong. As long as it is something that Mu Feng has demonstrated once, he can immediately memorize it. Although it is still very jerky, it does save a lot of trouble.

At the end of the day, when he had inculcated the basic common sense of life, Mu Feng was exhausted, his mouth was dry, and he hung on the sofa and didn't want to move.

After pinching the watch, it was time for dinner. Mu Feng was not in the mood to cook, so he decided to take him out for food.

There is a home-cooked restaurant across the road from the back door of the community. It is a family workshop. Although there are not many dishes, the taste is very authentic. In the past, Mu Feng often came here to eat when he was studying in the medical university. His face is very familiar.

This time Mu Feng led Twenty Seven into the door, and chose a quiet place to sit down.

The boss's son is also a college student now, and he would come back to help the family in his spare time. When he saw Mu Feng entering the store, he greeted him very familiarly.

"Brother Mu Feng, didn't you go to work today?"

Mu Feng took two menus with pictures on them, and handed one of them to Twenty Seven, "Well, bring a friend here today." Looking through the menu, he found that a new dish was added. After looking at it for a while, Mu Feng raised his head and asked Twenty Seven, "What do you want to eat, choose one?"

Twenty-seven held the menu in both hands, his eyes flicked around in the dazzling pictures, and he didn't speak for a long time.

Mu Feng wasn't worried that he couldn't understand modern characters. The reason why he brought Er Qi to this restaurant was also because each dish on their menu was accompanied by a physical picture.

Even so, after 15 minutes, Twenty Seven still didn't hold back a single word.

"Is it so difficult to choose?" Mu Feng couldn't help but also looked down at his menu. They were all very common dishes, such as tomato and egg, braised eggplant, steamed pork ribs, and vinegared cabbage. He really couldn't think of such an ordinary dish. What's so difficult about the dishes.

"My brother, if you are not satisfied with the menu, see what you want to eat, and we can try to make it for you!" After 10 minutes, the small shopkeeper next to him couldn't help it anymore.

Nian Qi was even more at a loss, holding the menu to the left and right, and finally handed it back to Mu Feng gently, saying: "Listen to your master."

Mu Feng took the menu in wonder, "With so many dishes, no one wants to eat?"

Twenty-seven, "..."

Mu Feng looked at the menu, then at Nianqi, an idea slowly formed in his mind, but he didn't say it out.He suppressed any doubts in his heart, and no longer made it difficult for Twenty Seven, he closed the menu and ordered a few dishes, "Fish-flavored pork shreds, green pepper and potatoes, one West Lake beef soup, and two more rice."

"Okay."

Mu Feng asked for a pot of tea from the cash register, poured a cup for each of them, and asked casually when he sat down, "Do you like potatoes?"

Twenty Seven thought for a while, "Yes."

"What about the cabbage?"

"Ah."

Mu Feng immediately asked, "Which one do you like better, cabbage or potatoes?"

Nian Qi was tongue-tied for a long time, looking at Mu Feng speechless.

"Which do you like better, tomatoes or cucumbers?"

This time Nian Qi spoke, but it was not the answer Mu Feng wanted. He asked, "What is a tomato?"

……

While waiting for the food, Mu Feng almost drove Nianqi crazy, he couldn't dodge him with one question after another, so he could only frown slightly, answering inappropriately.

Twenty-seven was not rescued until the food was ready, and it was so easy to hear Mu Feng say "eat", and immediately slumped over the food without saying a word.

Mu Feng saw that he was getting more and more ruthless, as if he hadn't seen food in 300 years, he still had scruples in front of him, if he didn't see it in the morning, he wouldn't know how much he devoured it!Was that how his master abused him before?

"Slow down, who will grab you?"

Nianqi paused, and then really slowed down, but he swallowed more food in one bite. Mu Feng even doubted whether he had chewed or not, so he swallowed it directly.

A pair of chopsticks stretched out, pressing Nianqi's rice bowl.

If you can't be soft, you can be firm: "From now on, if you want to live in my house and accept me as your so-called master, you have to abide by my rules."

Nian Qi shook his hands, put down his job and sat down, the time to come finally came.

"Don't stop, keep eating yours," Mu Feng stuffed the bowl into his hand, "Don't be nervous, it's easy."

"Today's meal, the meal time should not be shorter than 15 minutes, which is the minimum. Ah, in the words of your time-traveling party, it's a quarter of an hour. Or, you have to chew thirty times for each bite." Mu Feng nodded. Chopsticks said.

Seeing that the other party was a little confused, even very puzzled, Mu Feng said, "For the sake of your stomach, do you understand, can it be done?"

Nian Qi took a look at the job that was not that big in front of him, and agreed to this strange order.

Then, like a robot, he obeyed the order of "[-] minutes and [-] minutes". Mu Feng knew that some things had to be changed slowly, and he couldn't be impatient. Or serve him a bowl of soup.

Under Mu Feng's oppression, it took them almost 10 minutes to finish the meal.

Nian Qi's complexion was not bad, at least he didn't feel the hurry in the morning.

After returning home, Mu Feng still remembered the thing he had put on hold in his mind. He asked Nian Qi to sit in front of the table, and he took out a row of glass ear cups of various colors from nowhere and placed them in front of Nian Qi.This set of cups was given to him by Qi Shaochuan when he first moved in. Because the colors are too bright and not for Mu Feng's taste, they have been hidden in the cabinet.

It came in handy today instead.

Mu Feng pointed to the seven cups and gave the first command: "Choose a color for me, which one do you think suits me?"

Nian Qi was stunned, slowly raised his gray pupils, secretly glanced at Mu Feng, stretched out his hand and pushed out the orange cup.

"why?"

Twenty-seven remembered that when he was drying the quilt in the afternoon, it was as if a layer of sunlight was covering his whole body, which made him feel warm. He said, "It's like a sunray."

Mu Feng smiled at this metaphor, put the orange cup back, and gave the second command to Twenty Seven, "Choose one for yourself, choose whatever you want."

This time it was not as neat as before. For a full 10 minutes, Er Qi stared at the colored glass and reproduced the scene in the restaurant just now. He began to struggle, repeatedly wandering between the only colors.For a long time, he raised his finger, but before pointing it out, he put it down again.

He tried to search with his eyes, seeking Mu Feng's help, hoping that Mu Feng could make the decision for him as he did just now.

However, this time Mu Feng was determined not to make a move.

Twenty-seven began to feel a little anxious, but there was no obvious expression, at most he clenched his fists tightly.

He can't choose.

Mu Feng didn't speak. After a while, he put away the set of cups, replaced the target with several other sets of different things, or simply asked some not too difficult questions.The result was the same, as long as it was about himself, there was no group selected by Twenty Seven. In the end, he even showed obvious discouragement and began to give up making choices.

Mu Feng put away the props, poured a glass of milk for him to sit on the sofa and relax.

At the same time, it is also concluded that Twenty Seven has a choice disorder that many people more or less have.It's just that he is more serious. He hesitates and resists all personal decisions without exception, but as long as he is allowed to make a choice about Mu Feng himself, he will often come to an accurate conclusion in a moment.

Even if Mu Feng didn't major in psychology, he still knew that this kind of mental state must be abnormal.

This shows that Nian Qi doesn't have himself at all in his heart, and all his thoughts revolve around the people he clings to.His current state is like a vine, without the branches it clings to, he can only crawl on the ground, becoming an empty shell that cannot survive.

Personality is the key point that distinguishes a person from another person.However, from a sociological point of view, twenty-seven who have lost this personality are not healthy at all.

Mu Feng never thought that he would accept such a difficult person.

He looked at the muffled twenty-seven on the sofa...

Is it too late to backtrack now?

The author has something to say: I’ve been watching the Dark One recently, do you have any friends~(≧▽≦)/~

☆、11|Psychological counseling

For a while, Dr. Mu was very abnormal.

As a workaholic, Mu Feng, who wished he could grow up in the department, actually came home from work on time every day. When he was not busy, he just stayed in the office alone, fumbling with his mobile phone and computer. The most suspicious thing was that he Suddenly, he had close contact with the psychiatric doctor who is known as "the fortune-teller half-fairy Li".

After the room check, Mu Feng quickly finished the medical records, and fiddled with his mobile phone again.

Zhao Qin hid behind the medical record car and glanced twice, but couldn't see clearly, walked over secretly from behind, and glanced again.Mu Feng seemed to be concentrating on watching, but Zhao Qin's eyes widened... "Causes and Manifestations of Personality Disorders", "Nursing Care of Patients with Personality Disorders", "Evaluation and Diagnosis of Personality Disorders", what are they all about? thing?

"Dr. Mu, are you going to be a postdoctoral fellow?" Zhao Qin sighed, and Mu Feng was so startled that he quickly turned off the screen.

Mu Feng put away his phone and replied absent-mindedly: "No."

Zhao Qin hesitated for a moment, then said slowly, "Then you...have a split personality?"

"You have a split personality!"

"Oh, then I don't understand." Zhao Qin dragged a chair and sat on it instead, "You said you were absent-minded all day, either whispering to that Li Banxian, or flirting with the mobile phone, what are you, broken love Do you need spiritual guidance?"

"Let me tell you, even if you are broken in love, you can't go to that Li Banxian! Don't you know about him? The whole snake is mentally ill. It depends on who is sick and who is split."

Mu Feng pushed him away, "Oh, that's fine, what are you talking about, can I still have mitosis?"

Zhao Qin exaggeratedly leaned on the back of the chair, "Yes, you are self-pollinating, you don't need anyone, you can give birth to yourself."

"Poor, continue to be poor!" Mu Feng picked up the document and hit Zhao Qin on the back a few times.

When he reached the door, he looked down at the folder in his hand, and suddenly raised it up and asked Zhao Qin, "Do you think the red one looks better, or the yellow one?"

Zhao Qin rubbed his shoulders and looked at him sideways, "Choose a lucky color? Ban Xianer taught you?"

"Stop talking nonsense, which one?"

Zhao Qin stopped joking with him, pointed to one of them and said, "The red one is flamboyant, it fits my temperament."

Mu Feng nodded, stroked his chin thoughtfully, and suddenly said, "Is there any preschool education and training institution nearby, the kind that exercises brain power?"

Dr. Zhao on the chair fell to the ground with a snap. Before he could speak, another Qi Shaochuan squeezed in from the door. Seeing the scene, he couldn't help joking, "Doctor Zhao, do you want to meditate and cultivate yourself?"

Zhao Qin crawled up from the ground, grabbed Qi Shaochuan and said, "Qi Shaochuan, you are his good friend. He has children and he still needs to find a preschool teacher, do you know that?"

Qi Shaochuan threw a stack of inspection reports on him in a haha, "He has a child, so I will be the child's second father!"

Before the sound of the word "father" was finished, Zhao Qin immediately let go and looked at him deeply.

Qi Shaochuan's smile gradually faded, and he looked back at Mu Feng with difficulty, "No way, have you really been tricked? No," he pressed Mu Feng's ear, and said in a very low voice, "Female? Are you trying hard?" wake up..."

Snapped!Qi Shaochuan was also beaten on the back.

"You two are really a match made in heaven." Mu Feng said every word, turned his head and left angrily.

"I'm with him? Hahaha! How can it be—" Looking up, Qi Shaochuan immediately chased after him, "Hey, wait for me!"

Zhao Qin wiped his hair, "What's wrong with me, huh!"

Qi Shaochuan found Mu Feng who was changing clothes in the doctor's lounge, and he sneaked in and locked the door.

Mu Feng sat on the bed flipping through the folder in his hand, frowning for a moment.

"What's the matter with you?" Qi Shaochuan leaned on the ladder between the upper and lower bunks and looked down at him.

Mu Feng sighed, raised his head and asked Qi Shaochuan: "Do you think there are dead men in this world?"

"Dead man?"

"They have no soul, no ego, they live and die to die, they can fight for a trivial order, or die because of a disappointed look."

Qi Shaochuan shrugged his shoulders with a smile, "Isn't it, you started literature again?"

Mu Feng didn't speak, but Qi Shaochuan immediately understood that he was serious, put down his crossed arms, and said in a low voice, "What do you want to say?"

"I have a friend……"

"Stop!" Qi Shaochuan raised his hand, "Don't use this opening line, it's okay, it's a bit creative!"

Mu Feng: "..."

Qi Shaochuan spread his hands, "Okay, okay, you continue."

Mu Feng opened his mouth, and first filtered the matter in his mind.Twenty-seven's condition is very strange, which is good. He also consulted "Half Immortal Li" with a background in psychology. Although Dr. Li is usually talkative, his professionalism is definitely top-notch.

Li Cheng told him that Er Qi's situation may be caused by the stimulation caused by a failure of a certain "choice" when he was a child, and it is a mental problem.The key to the most difficult treatment of psychological problems is that it has low effectiveness and a long battle line, requiring a lot of human and brain power to fight against the patient's stubborn spirit.

Li Cheng said that he needs to see the patient with his own eyes to draw a specific conclusion, and he asked Mu Feng to bring twenty-seven over.

But Mu Feng knew that Twenty Seven's problems were not limited to the "unable to choose" aspect, the choice was just an appearance.

Assuming that Nianqi is really a so-called dead man, then what he really needs is not psychological counseling, but complete personality cultivation.

He had promised Nian Qi that he would be his attachment for the time being, since all the words had been spilled out of his mouth, there was no reason for him to suddenly regret it.Before he really found out the identity of Twenty Seven, Mu Feng had no intention of handing him over to any psychological institution. That would only make him a guinea pig for the experiment.Last time, he almost committed suicide because of Mu Feng's silence. If Nian Qi felt that he was abandoned by others, it would probably be irreversible.

Let's wait and tell Qi Shaochuan about the twenty-seventh matter.

Mu Feng closed his mouth and hung his white coat on the hook.

"Where are you going, that's half the story!" Qi Shaochuan wondered.

Mu Feng waved his hand, "Next time, I asked for leave in the afternoon to buy furniture."

Qi Shaochuan, "..." Furniture?

When Mu Feng bought some fresh vegetables and returned home, when he opened the door, Nianqi was standing in the living room in a posture that stood out from the crowd.

The two looked at each other without saying anything, Mu Feng put the dishes in the kitchen, and Nianqi followed in quietly.As soon as he turned around, Mu Feng met him in the small kitchen space, and Nian Qi's forehead and neck were covered with a thin layer of sweat.

Mu Feng watched it for a while, and Nian Qi stretched out his hand to wipe it.

"What were you doing just now?" Mu Feng had nothing to say.

Twenty-seven said, "Practice."

Mu Feng took out the broccoli from the bag, soaked it in the water first, and then started peeling the potatoes, "What kind of skill did you practice?"

"Swordsmanship, and boxing skills." Twenty Seven stood aside and watched him wash the vegetables, and asked after a while, "Can I help you, my lord?"

Mu Feng looked at it and gave him the unfinished potatoes and the peeler together, "Will it work?" He took out a new peeler from the drawer and taught him how to use it. After a lot of kung fu, twenty seven will learn it.

By the time Mu Feng finished washing the other dishes and laid out the chopping board to cut broccoli and green peppers, there were already a lot of smooth potato balls piled up by the sink, too many to finish a meal.

"Is it fun?" Mu Feng seemed addicted to watching Nian Qi.

I didn't mean to ask for this sentence, but Nian Qi hurriedly put down his tools in shock, looked at the potatoes that had rolled into the pool, and said "sorry".

Mu Feng stopped chopping vegetables and turned his head, "Have you always been like this before?"

Twenty Seven:?

Mu Feng whispered, "I don't need your meaningless apology."

Twenty-seven held a half-peeled potato in his palm. He groped for the rough spots on this side and that side, thinking about what a "meaningless apology" was.

Mu Feng fried a few simple dishes with the vegetables he bought. After eating, he felt a little tired, so he lay on the sofa and slept for a while. He set the alarm clock, and he would wake up at two o'clock in the afternoon and take Er Qi to buy furniture.There will be two people living in this apartment in the future, and Mu Feng's simple things are definitely not enough for two people.

The Mid-Autumn Festival has passed for a long time, and the weather has cooled down. The afternoon wind blows in through the slightly open door of the balcony, covered by the thin curtains.