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A group of people not far away disappeared at the entrance of the outpatient building.

Jing Muye remained silent for a few seconds, and Wen Zhili turned around and called him, "Muye?"

Jing Muye suddenly came back to his senses, before he had time to think about it, he made a decision and said, "I suddenly remembered something. You guys go first, I'll come back later."

After finishing speaking, he turned his head and went to the outpatient clinic regardless of the reaction of the two people.

The man's yelling was the best indicator, and Jing Muye followed the sound all the way to the hospital corridor, watching the police escort the man into the emergency room on the other side of the clinic.

Crowds came and went, doctors, nurses and police officers made a fuss by men at the scene, while the boy he was looking for stood quietly against the wall with his head bowed and motionless.

It was only then that Jing Muye was able to confirm that he was not mistaken, that figure from behind was Ji Yang.

Although he has never been in contact with Ji Yang, he has watched too many Ji Yang's game videos recently. The thin and thin back of the boy has been firmly engraved in his mind, coupled with Ji Yang's iconic With long hair covering his eyes and thick glasses, he can be recognized immediately in the crowd as long as he glances at him.

Ji Yang didn't move, and Jing Muye stood in the hall with his hands in his pockets and didn't move.

He stared intently at Ji Yang's side face covered by his long hair—there seemed to be a weird and contradictory magnetic field about this man, which wasn't annoying to say the least, but it did concern him a little.

With a thought, Jing Muye strode over, but before reaching Ji Yang, he saw a policeman come out of the injury treatment room and brought the boy in.

Jing Muye walked to the door of the disposal room.

The middle-aged man with a bloody head was getting stitches at the moment. He couldn't take anesthesia because he was drunk, and howled so loudly that the nurse couldn't hold it down.

On the other side, a doctor was pressing Ji Yang's neck hard, raising his eyebrows in surprise: "Hey, the young man is quite patient with such a severe pinch."

As he spoke, he quickly ordered, "Take off your shirt."

Ji Yang did so without saying a word, and took off his T-shirt, and everyone in the treatment room took a deep breath.

The young man's back had a large shocking bruise, bruised and purple, extending from the shoulder blade to the tailbone, but he never yelled a word of pain during this journey.

The doctor's playful expression suddenly disappeared, and he was silent for a while before he said, "Let's take an X-ray first, and be careful where your body is broken."

The policeman opened his mouth wide, held it back for a long time, and asked, "You haven't spoken all the way, so it doesn't hurt? I thought you weren't hurt."

Ji Yang didn't answer the police's questions, nor did he follow the doctor's instructions. He just sat still on the stool and said in a hoarse voice, "No filming, I don't have money."

"..."

In the silence, Jing Muye's eyes fell on the boy's waistband.

The small half of the gorgeous butterfly wing tattoo extended from there, engraved on a piece of slightly red skin, it was shockingly beautiful.

He is now certain that Ji Yang was also the person he rescued and called 120 to the hospital near South Street that night.

It's just that it was only a glimpse that night, and he could barely see the outline in the game video, so he still couldn't see the tattoo on Ji Yang's body clearly.

Now, under the projection of sunlight, he finally saw clearly.

Although there is only a small part of the butterfly wings, the style of the wings is exactly the same as the butterfly specimens he once bid for at the auction, and even every detail is lifelike, as if it will be able to dance from under the waistline of the boy in the next moment fly out.

But why?

As a creature that is now on the verge of extinction, every butterfly is unique. Why are the details that only he and the auctioneer will know are fully presented on Ji Yang?

The policeman ran to the hall window to pay the bill with a bunch of hospital-issued bills in his hand.

Before he could figure out which of the lists in his hand were to be handed over to the window and which to keep for himself, he felt a sudden pat on the shoulder.

When the policeman turned his head, he saw a tall, handsome guy with an inch cut standing behind him.

Rao is a straight man, and he was a little embarrassed to meet such a handsome man who is comparable to a star. He scratched his head and asked with some embarrassment: "Hello, what can you do?"

A faint polite smile appeared on Jing Muye's face, which was always indifferent in the eyes of outsiders: "Hello. I know the kid in the consulting room just now. I'll pay his fee."

"Ah...you know me."

The policeman breathed a sigh of relief, gave the list to Jing Muye without thinking too much, and said, "That kid is really stubborn. He fought like this with his alcoholic father, and he just kept silent on the road, and refused to give up. Do the inspection, I told him to pay him, and he insisted on issuing an IOU.”

"Is it."

Jing Muye quickly took out the bill to be paid and handed it to the staff, leaning on the window sill with his upper body on his elbows, while scanning the QR code to pay, he turned around and asked casually: "What's the situation between him and his father, how did they fight like this? "

"What's going on is still unclear."

The policeman shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and said, "But his father, Ji Xiaochun, is a frequent visitor to our institute. He picks quarrels, drinks, gambles, and other bad habits. I heard that everything that can be defeated in the family is ruined. No, today I can’t afford the medical bills.”

Jing Muye pursed his lips.

It seems that it's only been two years, and the hundreds of thousands Ji Yang earned by selling his teammates have already been squandered by his scumbag father.

Just like that, hasn't he left his own father?

Looking back, it seems that I saw Ji Yang a few times. This kid had just finished fighting with someone. Except for the first time at the fire exit in the backstage of the PCL stadium, the person opposite Ji Yang didn't dare to resist. At other times, This man is forever wounded.

After paying at the window, the staff reminded Jing Muye to take the bill.

Before he could speak, he heard the policeman say: "Ah, after paying the money, do you want to go with me to see him?"

After a moment of silence, Jing Muye replied, "No."

Not everything in this world has to be answered.

The left and right are just passers-by who have met a few times, and today's good people and good deeds will end here.

Jing Muye handed over the payment receipt to the policeman, nodded at the man, and said with a slight smile, "I still have something to do, so I won't go through it."

The police returned to the place where the CT scan was taken, and Ji Yang had just come out of the CT room after the examination.

He handed a stack of bills to the doctor, and couldn't help but turned around and muttered to his colleagues: "It's weird, hey, someone paid for this child and said he knew him, but he didn't come over to take a look. gone."

Hearing this sentence, Ji Yang, who had always lowered his head and looked unclear, raised his head, his dark pupils blinked, and his mood finally fluctuated a little: "People who know me?"

He has no relatives in City H, except for Ji Xiaochun, the only person he knows well is Hu Yongxing. Now Hu Yongxing is either looking at the decoration or preparing nutritious meals for the children who are about to take the high school entrance examination at home. Why would he come to the hospital?

The policeman nodded and said, "Yes, he said he knew you."

After finishing speaking, he admired again: "Is it your friend? He is so handsome and tall, at least 1.8 meters five, I have to look up..."

He is handsome, and he is 185.

Ji Yang laughed at himself, there is no such person in his life.

The policeman's words didn't stop: "By the way, he's still a half-breed, with a cropped cut, and that aura... tsk, it's very raspy."

Ji Yang was taken aback.

The policeman was complaining with his colleagues: "It's not like our old police school. Although it is also a cut, it looks like the second idiot in the village... huh?"

Suddenly, someone grabbed his arm.

As soon as the policeman turned his head, he saw that the young man who had never spoken much and had no expression seemed to come to life suddenly. He opened his eyes and pulled him, with an eager expression on his face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Where is that person? That person Is he still there? Where did he go? Where did he go!"

The policeman was stunned by the question, and after thinking about it for a while, he said, "Where are you going...it seems to be going to the inpatient department."

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt a gust of wind blowing in front of him - Ji Yang ran away.

The two policemen froze for a while at the same time, and when they realized that they were still handling the case, they began to chase at the top of their lungs: "Hey! Then who! That kid! Why are you running, don't run!"

Ji Yang ran fast.

His heart seemed to be bursting with some kind of emotion, and he was panting violently when he ran.

There seemed to be countless threads in my mind that couldn't be pulled clearly, and it was a mess——

Could it be Jing Muye?Such an obvious feature, is it Jing Muye?

Why did Jing Muye appear here?Did he see himself?

But, why, they obviously didn't know each other, why did Jing Muye pay for him?

Did Jing Muye recognize him?

No...impossible, he pretended so well, he has always been like this since he was a child...

The skinny boy struggled to stride forward, running towards the inpatient department like crazy, bumped into several people along the way, and could only shout "Sorry" without looking back.

He ran so fast that he left the policemen who had been training all year round far behind him. As a result, as soon as he reached the entrance of the inpatient department, he ran into a person head-on before he had time to brake.

The two bumped back a few steps at the same time, and the man just hit Ji Yang's chin because he lowered his head.

Ji Yang groaned in pain, just came back to his senses, he couldn't care less about his jaw that was throbbing with pain, and hurriedly apologized: "I'm sorry, I ran too fast and bumped into you, are you okay?"

Wen Zhili, who was also knocked into a daze, shook his head, and before he had time to see the person who hit him, he immediately waved his hands and said, "It's okay, it's because I didn't see the way."

The two of them looked at each other and were stunned.

Wen Zhili said in astonishment, "It's you?"

The author has something to say:

The butterfly specimen of the goddess of light in the hands of Brother Ye must be the most beautiful and unique in the world!

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!