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

Mu Feng really didn't have the slightest impression of how he came back. His memory was still in the tavern. Qi Shaochuan ordered a bottle of white wine and drank a glass with him.But no, he drank the same amount as Qi Shaochuan, so why did he drink Qi Shaochuan all right?

It was only later that he found out that Qi Shaochuan's mind had turned into a crooked way, and he could use the tricks in the wine market to deal with his friends. What he drank was not wine at all, but cold water!

...The wine all went into Mu Feng's stomach.

So when Mu Feng woke up, his stomach was full of discomfort. He turned on the light, saw the light flashing into his eyes, and immediately became dizzy. All spit out.

Press the flush button, hold the toilet and can't walk.It's really a disaster to scold Qi Shaochuan, it's not like this.

"I won't hurt you, are you willing to come back?"

Mu Feng turned his head towards the joking voice, and saw a person leaning on the door frame of the bathroom, he couldn't see clearly, he was dizzy.Qi Shaochuan came in, passed his arm under his armpit, and pulled it up like a chicken.

"Look at you, you are so light, do you want to reduce it to a bone spirit?"

Mu Feng was carried away by him, flung on the bed so up and down, got up and wanted to vomit again, he couldn't say anything else to refute him.

A trash can was kicked over, Qi Shaochuan was angry, and finally got to the point: "What about others, what is the reason for making you like this?"

Mu Feng hugged the bucket and buried his head down, vomited a sour and bitter taste in his mouth, blood flowed into his brain, then raised his head, staring at him with a pair of scarlet eyes puzzled.

I thought, what a joke, if I knew the reason, I would still squat in that cold wind for half a month?

"Okay, okay," Qi Shaochuan spread his hands, "Go ahead and throw up, I'll get you two hangover pills in the car."

After drinking the medicine, Mu Feng felt gradually better, and fell asleep without thinking about anything.He really didn't think about anything, because he didn't dream about Twenty Seven, and there was only a piece of darkness in his long dream, and he walked in this darkness like he was blind.

For several days in a row, as long as I closed my eyes, I would have this dream, and I couldn't control it at all.

If you don't sleep well at night, you will lose energy during the day and even lose your appetite.He didn't eat much, and at most drank two mouthfuls of clear soup on top of the rice porridge. He knew that Qi Shaochuan had secretly mixed honey into it, so he also felt bitter.

I still have to do work, I still have to do surgery, but I’m not in the mood. Once when I was prescribed medicine, I was in a trance, and the patient called back in surprise: “Doctor, my disease is so serious, why do I need to take so many bottles of this medicine?! "

Mu Feng looked at the computer and saw 27 in the number.

Really, what is the disease that takes 27 bottles of medicine?

Qi Shaochuan is not good at cooking, making some porridge is enough. In fact, what he hates the most is cooking. What annoys him the most is touching those bottles and cans in the kitchen that cannot be distinguished, such as star anise and fennel. It's a superfluous thing.

But he still came to pick Mu Feng home after get off work, ordered food if he didn't know how to cook, and ordered whatever was delicious, and brought it back to pretend that he made it himself, and served it on a plate at home.

Mu Feng knew that Qi Shaochuan wanted him to feel that this family was popular and something to look forward to, and this was Qi Shaochuan's most caring care for him.

"You have to eat," Qi Shaochuan said, "He can leave, but you can't. You have to stay with your parents."

Qi Shaochuan was right, Nian Qi could leave, after all, he was not from here, but Mu Feng still did not give up.However, it's useless to be desperate, because you can't find him, where can you find someone who can't even verify his identity.

Qi Shaochuan said: "Let me tell you a method, you go downstairs now, go to the bar, find a tall and handsome man like him, sleep all night, and forget everything when you wake up."

Then Mu Feng grabbed the steamed buns on the dining table and threw them in his face.

"That's right," Qi Shaochuan bit the steamed bun skin, and persuaded Mu Feng with the attitude of someone who had experienced it, "This matter is not something that can be resolved in one or two nights, take it slowly."

It's really not something that can be solved in a night or two.

For at least a month, Mu Feng didn't hear even a little bit of news about Nian Qi.

But when he opened Weibo, the topic about Twenty-Seven was still there. Whenever it was about to drift away, someone would use various reasons and guesses to bring up this topic again.

Some people even swear that they know the true identity of Nian Qi.

Mu Feng thought it was funny, he didn't even know the real identity of Nian Qi, how could anyone else know.But he still had a bit of reluctance to hesitate, and sent a private message to this person, asking him if he knew where Nianqi was.

It took two days to reply to the private message, saying that this is Er Qi's personal * problem, and it is inconvenient to disclose it.

My grass^%$#...!

Mu Feng's inner abuse was silenced, because it was really not like his code of conduct.

Because he took too much time off when he was on guard in the small bookstore, Mu Feng had to make up for it as much as possible. Anyway, Nianqi is not here, so he can enjoy the fun of work to his heart's content.If I want to do more now, the annual leave will be longer and I can spend more time with my parents.

In December, even if it is winter, Mu Feng loves to nest in the hospital, stealing enough heating.Mu Chengguo's leg bone healed well, and after a follow-up visit, he was discharged home and slowly recuperated.

At the door of the house, Lao Mu still doesn’t let Mu Feng enter, but he can enter the building door, so every time he goes, Mu Feng puts the soup or newly bought clothes at the door of the house, and Gu Xiangmei will come out to talk to him, clap his hands.

Gu Xiangmei also hinted to him that she will come back to Juju during the Chinese New Year this year, and she will take care of Lao Mu's side.

Mu Feng felt that this was already very good, beyond his imagination.

Qi Shaochuan has also made progress. He often sees a Land Rover parked in front of the hospital, and picks up Qi Shaochuan, who looks reluctant but still gets in the car. When he opens the car door, there will always be a man in a formal suit sitting in the back seat. .There was even one time when Mu Feng went to deliver something to Qi's house, he saw them kissing in the empty stairwell with his own eyes. It was wild and he wanted to refuse.

Yes, everything is fine, except there is no twenty-seven.

Whenever he thought of Twenty Seven, Mu Feng would be so dazed that he didn't realize that someone was calling him.The little information I found on the Internet always seemed to imply that Nianqi was living somewhere, that someone was with him and witnessed everything about him.

And that person is not Mu Feng.

It made him feel jealous and unreasonable.

Near the end of December, for some reason, Mu Feng came out to work overtime at night and wandered around. He bought an ice cream and sat on the curb to eat it like a snake. In the cold weather, the ice cream he ate was like swallowing The knife that went down cut ice marks one by one, making his lips purple from the cold.

Then he suddenly woke up.

Mu Feng set a deadline for himself, until February 26th.

By 2 o'clock in the evening on February 26, if Nianqi still refuses to show up and come back to see him, then he won't wait.Because that day was Mu Feng's real 12th birthday.

When the only 27 in his life disappeared with time, Mu Feng thought that the only 27 in his life should not stay any longer.

After eating the ice cream, Mu Feng patted his clothes and stood up from the side of the road, walked to the trash can near the newsstand, and threw the stick into it.

Then turn back.

In the 5th minute when Mu Feng put a death line on himself, the ice cream he had eaten hadn't even melted with the vow.Twenty-seven broke the plan as if premeditated, and suddenly appeared in Mu Feng's sight.

In the corner of a newsstand, on the cover of an inconspicuous magazine.

Twenty-seven is wearing a complex robe as white as snow, with black hair in a high dish and a light hosta, and a large cloak with a fox's tail half-draped over his shoulders. The golden patterns on the corners of the clothes are layered, as if they are about to protrude from the paper.

The intentionally adjusted light beam hits from the side, casting yin and yang orderly shadows on Nianqi's face.In the photo, he raised his chin slightly, pursed the corners of his mouth, and looked over with a cold, disdainful look.

Mu Feng had to admit that this was the most handsome twenty-seven he had ever seen.

But also the worst.

It's cloudy and snowy, jingle bells are playing on loop in the store, the pointed star lights up on the faux Christmas tree, and neon lights flicker everywhere.When this couple is holding hands, making all the best days a Valentine's Day, wearing red hats, and feeding each other popcorn in the theater.

Twenty-seven gave him a book worth 18.5 yuan—Christmas Special.