yellow sorghum

No one noticed that he collapsed in the gap between the sofa and the coffee table, which happened to be a place where no one was there.

In the feasting villa, fanatical men and women writhing their bodies excitedly, Yu Minglang could vaguely discern what was being sung in the song.

"There's sabad man cruising around

Inabig black limousine

Don't let it be wrong

Don't let it be right

Getinhisway

You're dead in his sights"

He only felt uncomfortable all over his body, the blood in his whole body seemed to break through the skin and spurt out, his heart beat faster and faster, and he opened his mouth so fast that he looked like he was on the verge of suffocation.

Suddenly someone pulled his hair, rude and brutal, his face was forced to lift up, his eyes tried to widen, but it was useless, and a man's roar came from his ear: "Getout!"

In the next second, he was lifted vigorously by someone, who threw him directly on the sofa regardless of whether he was in pain.

He felt that someone was unbuttoning his shirt, unbuttoning one or two as if he had lost his patience, and when he touched the third one, he tore it open with his hands, and the fragile clothes made a tearing sound and completely rotted , on both sides of his body.

Yu Minglang only felt that his chest was cold, but he didn't even have the strength to move, his whole body convulsed, and saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, seeping into the sofa.

"Yu, Yu!" Someone called him anxiously, patting his cheek with his hand.

"Yu, Yu!"

Two more times, he only felt that his cheek was hurt very much.

The man uttered a few foul words angrily, and pressed his hands on his chest, pressing hard once and for all. The moist soft thing stuck to his lips, wrapped him up, and blew air inside, but his The movements didn't seem to have any effect, Yu Minglang only felt that his consciousness was slowly dissipating, and every time his chest hurt, his eyes would turn white for a moment, but the next second he fell into darkness again.

The loud music in his ears was suddenly turned off, and the momentary silence woke him up for a moment, he opened his mouth, panting silently, a figure flashed in front of his eyes, and several people shouted: "Cop, squatdown. "

Translation: Police, squat down.

But the compressions on his chest continued, and the man seemed crazy.

"squatdown!"

There was the sound of cloth rubbing against his ears, and the pressure on Yu Minglang's chest disappeared instantly, and he seemed to hear the sound of fighting and Liam's roar.

But all of this seemed to have nothing to do with him, his eyelids slowly closed, and the chaotic portraits in front of him disappeared from his sight following his movements.

Yu Minglang fell into a coma, but even if he was in a coma, he couldn't relax. He was actually dreaming. He dreamed that when he was a child, he was sitting in front of the long dining table at home, surrounded by golden and green, soft children's seats. There was delicious food in front of the chair, and beside him stood a middle-aged man with slightly white hair on his temples. When he raised his eyes, he saw that there was also a person sitting on the other side of the table, but that person was too far away from him. The person's face can't be seen clearly, only his movements are elegant, and he is not in a hurry when eating.

What kind of distance is that, Yu Minglang thinks, in his impression, it seems to be undefined, and it seems that it will never be reached.

"clear."

Someone called him in his ear, that person's voice was flat, but there was a trace of tenderness.

He called out again: "Qingming."

Yu Minglang squinted his eyes, as if there was a strong light shining from the top of his head, hitting his eyes so hard that he couldn't open his eyelids.

"The patient's heart rate is weakening, so move faster."

"Prepare first aid immediately!"

After waking up for a few seconds, he fell into a coma again. It was still the same scene at that time. The person eating on the opposite side buried his head, and the shadow blocked his eyes. He knew that it was his father.

"clear."

The man called him again, the picture flickered for a moment, and the food on the table disappeared. The man sat across from him with his arms crossed, as if he was looking at himself. His face, which was blocked by fog, gradually became clear. He found , the one sitting across from him was not his father, but his youthful face in formal attire.

But Yu Minglang was unexpectedly calm, he didn't even feel panic, he only saw "self" reaching out to him, reaching out to his young self, he said to himself: "Qinglang, you only have yourself."

He suddenly felt dazed, this sentence was very familiar, he couldn't help but frowned and pondered for a while, whether someone had said the same or similar words in his ear, but he couldn't remember anything.

When he woke up, his eyes were surrounded by a cold blue, and he saw a bright ceiling, reflecting the light on it, reflecting the pale face of a teenager lying on the hospital bed, very weak, he reacted for a long time, it turned out to be myself!

Yu Minglang just felt exhausted. He turned his neck with difficulty. On the left was a small table with a bouquet of tulips placed in a transparent glass bottle. When he turned around again, he sat on the sofa and supported it with both hands. Yu Zhengyan nodded, his eyes flushed.

The father and son looked at each other quietly for a long time, and Yu Minglang suddenly remembered why he lived in it. The cold needles, frenzied music, colorful lights, and that tube of unknown liquid made him very nervous. Turning her head calmly, she buried her head in the pillow.

The butler's voice came from next to my ear: "I'll call the doctor."

Yu Zhengyan said, "Okay."

The ward fell into silence again. The leather shoes trampled on the floor, making "da" and "da" sounds. Yu Zhengyan approached him step by step, which was especially obvious in the empty ward.

He stood beside the hospital bed, looking at his son's face half buried in the quilt, only showing a pair of eyes, closed, with long eyelashes, just like his mother, he suddenly sighed and said to him: " Won't you explain it?"

He knew that Yu Minglang had woken up, but the first thing this father did when he saw his son woke up was not to care about whether he was better, but to want an explanation. He wanted to know whether the son he was so proud of was like what he saw as it arrived.

Yu Minglang didn't speak, but quietly listened to what Yu Zhengyan would say next, and Yu Zhengyan was also waiting for his reply. Yu Minglang's silence seemed to be an acquiescence, giving him the uncertain result in his heart. It was smashed hard, and when Yu Zhengyan spoke again, his tone was full of disappointment: "You can play, but I keep telling you to be careful, there are some things you can't touch, but you did."

He looked at Yu Minglang's pale face, and continued: "I'm very busy, so I can't teach you all the time, but you don't seem to remember the things I usually give you and the instructions I give you. I hope you can become a Excellent person, your mother also hopes, but this time, you let me down too much."

Yu Minglang thought silently in his heart, what he said was wrong, he didn't want me to become an excellent person, but to become the person you want me to be.

The ward fell into silence again, and those few words were filled with a touch of condemnation, neither serious nor serious.

"Perhaps sending you abroad was my biggest mistake."

He seemed to be blaming himself, with some pain in his tone, he returned to the sofa and covered his head with his hands.

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