Mr. Phil, please don't bow your head

Uno rubbed his eyes and got out of the car. He was blown by the cool night wind and sneezed. Heinrich took off his coat and wrapped him up, "Nonuo, I'm leaving."

Uno opened his eyes, hugged him and asked strangely, "Aren't you going home with me?" A stretched luxury car drove slowly by the side of the road not far from the gate of the community.

Heinrich let go of Uno, raised his hand to caress the corner of his eyes, "Nonuo, let's break up."

After drinking, his mind was not sober, Uno unresponsively raised his head and looked into Hein's eyes, "What?"

Heinrich helped him put on his coat, zipped it up, and put on his hat, "Actually, I've been lying to you all this time."

Uno still didn't understand, and stared blankly at him, "Hein, are you drunk too?"

The stretched luxury car was parked two meters away from them. The headlights were turned on, and Uno couldn't open his eyes. In a trance, he heard Hein's calm and cold voice, "Actually, I just graduated this year. Twenty, eight years behind you, Nuonuo, we are not suitable."

Uno slowly woke up, the expression on his face changed from dazed to sober to flustered, he stepped on his feet and hugged Heinrich with both hands, "Hein, what are you talking about, are you drunk too? Really, you can't Just drink less, you're talking nonsense."

Heinrich grabbed his hand and tore it away, took a step back, and looked at him with a look of unbearable expression, "I lied to you, I'm sorry."

Uno grabbed his hand tightly and shook his head vigorously in disbelief, "I don't understand, Hein, I don't understand what you are talking about."

-Complete-

22. I can no longer give you happiness

Several people in uniform got off the stretched luxury car one after another.

Heinrich broke free from Uno's hand, and couldn't find any more words to comfort him, so he could only repeat over and over again in pale words, "Nuo Nuo, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

People in uniform walked over with a uniform step, like an executioner pressing every step of the way.

Uno looked at the group of tall figures standing densely in the darkness, and became more and more frightened. He looked at Heinrich with wide eyes trembling, and asked weakly, "You, who are you? Hein, who are you? "

The footsteps were thunderous, and Uno was so frightened that he could hardly stand still, and slowly let go of Heinrich's hand.

Hein couldn't answer this question, so he could only turn around in pain, and ordered the group of people who looked like ruthless machines, "Don't come over, get back in the car!"

Thinking that he was going to leave, Uno rushed over and hugged him from behind, begging tearfully, "Don't you want me too, Hein?"

Why did you do this to him, what did he do wrong?

"Don't do that, Nuonuo."

Such helpless begging made Heinrich's heart ache, and he gently pulled his hand away.

I don't want to be too intense, and let this person who has already suffered a lot be hurt more.

Holding his cold face with both hands, "Find someone who loves you more, I can't give you happiness anymore, Nuonuo."

After leaving these gentle and futureless words, Heinrich dropped Uno and got in the car to leave.

The streets at night were empty, and the cold wind whistled through the green treetops on the side of the road and blew head-on, blowing off the hood of the sweater, revealing Uno's blank and pale face.

There was a sudden cramping pain in the abdomen, Uno let out a soft snort, covered his stomach and slowly bent down.

It's a wound from previous surgery.

At this time, there was a spasm and tingling pain.

"It's useless, it's useless to do anything."

Uno laughed at himself and stood up.

Use an undifferentiated and incomplete body to pursue a perfect relationship that cannot be tolerated by the world.

This in itself is a joke.

"I am the original sin."

"Never get—"

Whispering and facing the wind, he slowly walked into the residential area.

Uno didn't quite remember how he got home. He woke up at the entrance in the morning, still wearing the clothes Heinrich left him last night.

I got up and moved to the corner and leaned against the wall, feeling powerless and wanting to do nothing.

Field is going on a business trip today, and he was originally planned to see him off, but now he doesn't want to move at all.

I touched my forehead, it was a little hot, maybe I had a fever.

At this time, the optical brain rang, and looked down at the flickering virtual screen for a while before picking it up, in a trance, "Hello."

"Nonuo, are you up?"

The gentle and kind voice on the phone finally warmed Uno's cold heart a little.

"Mom, what's the matter so early?"

"It's nothing, I just dreamed about you last night, and I wanted to call you when I got up in the morning. How are you doing, how are you doing?"

"Very good." Uno said with a smile.

"Why is the voice so weak, are you sick?"

Uno closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, and continued to say in a nonchalant voice: "No, I haven't woken up yet. Mom, I went out with Phil and the others yesterday and bought you a present. I'll give it to you this weekend. Come back, okay?"

"Ah, this," my mother paused before she said cautiously: "Your father is not feeling well recently, and he stays at home on weekends, why don't you come over sometime on weekdays? Or mother goes to the hospital to see you?"

"No, I've been very busy recently and don't have much time. I'll send it to you."

Tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes, his tone still smiling.

"I'm sorry, you also know your father's temper, and his body has only recovered a little this year, so he really can't be stimulated anymore." Mom carefully apologized.

Uno bowed and curled himself into a ball, shivering from the cold, "I know, Mom. I'll just hang up if there's nothing else to do, and it's time to go to work later."

"Okay. You must take care of yourself outside alone."

"Okay, I know, Mom, and you too, take care of yourself and Dad."

I will no longer naively say that I will go home after my father forgives him.

Marrying Lu Qinchi not only ruined his life, but also his family.

When the second artificial uterus was transplanted, my father got the news and rushed to the hospital to stop it.

At that time, he was already insane, and he refused to go with his father no matter what, pushed his father down and injured him, causing acute myocardial infarction, and almost died on the spot.

Now Uno has no face to ask his father for forgiveness.

Body temperature rises.

feeling bad.

Uno took the optical brain off his wrist and threw it far away, then curled up in the corner of the wall and fell into a drowsy sleep.

Anyway, no one will come again.

Live or die, it doesn't matter.

When I woke up again, it was pitch black and it was already night.

I woke up a few times in pain, struggled to crawl back to the bedroom, found antipyretics, took them, called the hospital for sick leave, all kinds of things, all done in a state of not being sober.

I was very hungry, my sweaty clothes were dry, and I felt very uncomfortable, but I didn't have a fever, but I was just a little exhausted.

I staggered to the kitchen refrigerator to find some biscuits and bread, drank it with ice-cold water, and then spent half an hour in the kitchen before slowly recovering.

After all, I can't live in such a muddle-headed way. As a doctor, I don't allow myself to be sloppy. After I was in a daze, Uno went to the bathroom to wash and tidy up.

When I came out of the shower, I saw that there were still clothes in the bathroom clothes basket that the two of them had showered the day before, so I sorted them out and threw them into the washing machine on the balcony for washing.

There are also clothes hanging on the balcony that have not been collected in time to dry.

Put it away and take it back to the bedroom to tidy up, and said to myself, "So many things are put here, and nothing is taken away, so I should come back again."

Anyway, he didn't say he was going to throw it away.

With such thoughts in mind, that helpless and deserted heart finally felt less uncomfortable.

After tidying up the clothes and letting the robot clean a few rooms, I feel much better after cleaning the inside and outside. After a long stretch, I called the hospital and asked if I should take the night shift for someone else.

Anyway, after sleeping all day, I'm sure I won't be able to sleep anymore, and I'll be thinking wildly if I continue to stay at home, so I might as well find something to do.

The three-year humanoid mech competition is a carnival feast for the mecha industry and enthusiasts. No matter how remote it is, some people have worked hard to come to the venue.

The Mecha Team of Central University where Field belongs is a strong team and has always been a popular team for the championship, which has attracted much attention.

Before the game, the head coach of the team repeatedly told him not to arrive at the scene as late as three years ago, but to train the players in advance, to have a tactical run-in with everyone, and to familiarize himself with the field.

Field arrived on time this time and entered the team early for training.

Next came nearly a week of high-intensity training, and also organized a friendly match with the Mars United Fleet National Defense University.

The result of the game was not very satisfactory, and there were many mistakes. Field stayed to review with the players and conduct a technical review.

Originally planned to stay overnight at the training base, but the coach was worried that the high-intensity training in the past few days would exhaust him and affect the game the day after tomorrow, so he was forced to send him back to the hotel.

-Complete-

23. I can give you courage

The person responsible for sending him off was Elaine, the captain of the Mecha Team of Central University. The two of them had been discussing today's game on the way, until they arrived at the door of the hotel room, and when they parted, Elaine suddenly asked, "I heard from the coach that after this game you I just plan not to be our assistant coach, do you plan to go to another team?"

Field was a little surprised. He had only decided on this matter two days ago, and Elaine had already heard it unexpectedly.

Since it's no longer a secret, Field didn't intend to hide it. He nodded, "Well, don't worry, I won't go to other teams to coach. You are my last students."

Elaine's eyes were red, and she asked excitedly, "Then why did you resign? There is no one who loves mechs more than you, teacher!"

Field looked at him with emotion, thinking that he was probably the same when he was in his teens and 20s, and he valued mecha more than anything else.

"Elaine