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After that, Zhong Chengming would go to the tavern where Meng Heyu sang every night, and hide in the corner secretly until late at night.

People describe being thin and thin as "losing meat".This is really an appropriate description. Zhong Chengming looked at Meng Heyu as if he had lost a few catties of flesh.

The baby fat that never faded on Meng Heyu's face has gradually disappeared, and the outline of the bones has become more and more distinct, as if he had grown up overnight, and his temperament has also deepened, a little more melancholy, less The agility of the past.

Zhong Chengming knew that all these changes in Meng Heyu were caused by him, Zhong Chengming.

One night, a boy confessed in public in a tavern. Meng Heyu should have known about it beforehand, and sang a song about love as a last resort.

The atmosphere was very joyful, everyone was waving their arms, booing and cheering.The girl who received the flowers was full of surprise, and nodded shyly to the boy kneeling on the ground.

Zhong Chengming's attention was not on the crowd, he was looking at Meng Heyu the whole time, watching him laugh along with the crowd.

Then in an inadvertent moment, Meng Heyu lowered a pair of blue eyes, sad and lonely.

At that moment, Zhong Chengming really wanted to rush up and hug Meng Heyu tightly, but he didn't after all.

Not only did he not, when Meng Heyu seemed to notice the gaze and raised his head in Zhong Chengming's direction, Zhong Chengming immediately turned sideways and hid behind the potted plant.

The leaves of the lucky bamboo are stretched, densely covering Zhong Chengming's facial features.

That night, Zhong Chengming was worried about being exposed, so he left the tavern early.

On the way home in the car, he thought, why did Meng Heyu decide to leave, even though Meng Heyu was also in pain.

But forcing Meng Heyu to reconcile with him at this time would be wasteful haste.

Zhong Chengming was very contradictory. He knew that this matter would have to be put aside for a while, and he couldn't deal with it in a hurry.But at the same time, he was also worried that if this matter was left for too long, and time would dilute everything, the two of them might have no chance of turning around.

He could only watch Meng Heyu slump, comforting himself that at least he could see him again.

Until one night, he didn't wait for Meng Heyu.

Zhong Chengming has figured out Meng Heyu's working hours, and he usually shows up at the tavern around eight o'clock.

However, this night, Zhong Chengming waited until the early nine o'clock, and did not see Meng Heyu's figure.

The audience around were discussing, someone called the waiter and asked why no one was singing tonight, and those who knew Meng Heyu directly asked, "Where is Xiao Meng?".

"It seems to be sick." The waiter replied.

Zhong Chengming quickly stood up from his seat and strode towards the beautiful woman behind the bar.

Zhong Chengming speculated that this beautiful woman should be the proprietress of this tavern, Meng Heyu's boss, and has a good relationship with Meng Heyu.

He stopped in front of her, casting a shadow.

Tang Manqiu looked up from the book: "Pay the bill?"

"Xiao Meng is sick?" Zhong Chengming cut to the chase.

Tang Manqiu was taken aback, her two slender eyebrows were slightly furrowed, and then loosened again: "Are you the one who tipped Xiao Meng a lot of money every night?"

"Well," Zhong Chengming admitted readily, "It's me."

"We're still discussing which fanatical rich lady fell in love with Xiao Meng, but I didn't expect..." Tang Manqiu looked back at Zhong Chengming, "He's a professional man."

It still looks homely and old-fashioned.

Zhong Chengming didn't talk to Tang Manqiu, and went straight to the point: "I want to know about Xiao Meng's situation, please tell me, money is not a problem."

Tang Manqiu was sitting: "Of course I know that money is not a problem for you, but I can't easily disclose the privacy of employees."

"I know Xiao Meng," Zhong Chengming testified, "he is 25 years old, his mother is Chinese, his father is from Moscow, and his birthday is on October 20th."

Tang Manqiu pursed her lips, thought for a while, and finally shook her head: "Since you know Xiao Meng, why don't you know what happened to him? Forgive me for not telling you."

Zhong Chengming was anxious, and argued with Tang Manqiu for a few more words, but Tang Manqiu kept his mouth shut. In the end, Zhong Chengming had to pay the bill in a hurry, left the tavern, went back to the car to get his notebook, and found Cao Zixin's contact information.

At that time, Cao Zixin had just finished washing his hair, and was on the way back to the dormitory with a towel on. He missed two calls from Zhong Chengming. When he called back in doubt and wanted to ask who the caller was, a question came immediately: " What happened to Xiaomeng?!"

It took Cao Zixin two seconds to recall, it seemed to be Professor Zhong's voice.

He immediately got up, left the dormitory and went down to the stairwell, and asked in a low voice, "Wait, wait, Professor Zhong... What do you think happened to Xiao Meng?"

"He didn't come to sing today, the waiter said he was sick, don't you know?"

Through a void radio wave, Cao Zixin could hear how anxious Zhong Chengming was.

"Professor, wait, I haven't contacted Xiaomeng today, so I'll call and ask now."

So Cao Zixin hung up the phone in a hurry, and dialed Meng Heyu's phone instead.

Meng Heyu seemed to be playing with his mobile phone, and the call connection tone only rang twice before answering: "Hello? Cao Zixin?"

"Are you sick?"

Sure enough, Meng Heyu was surprised: "How do you know?"

Fortunately, Cao Zixin was quick-witted and had already thought up an excuse: "I just wanted to go to Jinzun to meet you for a drink, but I didn't see you. The waiter said you were sick."

"Well, it's really uncomfortable, but it's not a serious illness," Meng Heyu said in a relaxed tone, "I cooked some quick-frozen dumplings today, but I didn't notice that it had expired. The doctor said it was acute gastroenteritis and asked me to rest in the hospital one night."

After he finished speaking, he comforted Cao Zixin in turn: "Don't worry, I'll be able to go home tomorrow morning, and we'll have a drink together next time."

Cao Zixin sighed: "Still drinking? Xiaomeng, I've reminded you that you have been eating very irregularly lately, and sooner or later you will suffer from stomach problems."

"It's okay, I will pay attention to it in the future."

"Which hospital are you in, Xiaomeng? Can I help you?" Cao Zixin asked with concern.

"No, no, I'm in Haida No. [-] Hospital, there's everything here—don't you know best?"

Haida No. [-] Hospital is the teaching hospital of Haida, and Cao Zixin is responsible for collecting patient data there recently.

The two talked about some precautions. Cao Zixin told Meng Heyu to take good care of himself, then hung up and called Zhong Chengming.

Zhong Chengming answered the call immediately, knowing without thinking, he was always waiting for news from Cao Zixin, and Cao Zixin did not disappoint him.

"He ate expired dumplings and suffered from acute gastroenteritis," Cao Zixin said, "he is now in Haida Hospital."

Zhong Chengming confirmed his conjecture from Cao Zixin that Meng Heyu had always lost his appetite, and his diet became more and more irregular.

Meng Heyu's metabolism is already fast, it's hard to get fat and easy to lose weight, and he can become skinny after a week without eating enough. Now he has developed bad eating habits, tossing and tossing, and it will be a matter of time before he goes to the hospital.

Zhong Chengming went back to the office to pick up the white robe, because the chest pocket of the white robe was printed with Haida's logo, allowing Zhong Chengming to freely enter and leave the ward.

So he easily found Meng Heyu, lying on a white hospital bed, his complexion was also pale.

There is a piece of adhesive tape on the back of his hand to fix the infusion needle.Meng Heyu closed his eyes, his whole body was as fragile as a bottle of fragile porcelain.

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