Qing Gu Rumo

One hundred and twenty one

Seeing him dripping with sweat, everyone's heart tightened.

"Doctor, my brother...how is he?" Jun Yan asked anxiously, feeling like being acquitted and executed, she looked at the doctor uneasily.

After taking off the mask, the doctor exhaled and said, "I'm fine..."

Another baby-faced doctor came over and said, "Take a breath first, let me tell you."

The attending doctor was really exhausted. While he was resting next to him, the baby-faced doctor saw that all of them looked very bad, and hurriedly said: "Don't worry, everyone, the patient has passed the critical period. But although the patient The dangerous period has passed, but it may become a vegetable."

"However, according to the situation just now, the patient's desire to survive is very strong, and he may wake up soon." What the baby-faced doctor said next made people feel speechless, "You should talk to him more often, especially You, the nurse told me that every time I saw you standing at the door, I was worried that I would take pictures of you when I came out."

The baby-faced doctor looked at Qingjiu very calmly.

Jun Mo was sent to the ward, his head was wrapped with white gauze, and he was lying on the bed with a pale face at the moment, zigzag green lines were drawn on the ECG monitoring screen, and there was a rhythmic "di" sound.

Outside the window is the dark night.

Qian Aduo and Nancheng went back first. In order to help Qingjiu escape, Qian Aduo was accidentally scratched on the neck by a branch when climbing over the wall. When everyone was concentrating on the operating room, Nancheng Only then did he discover the dried blood on Qian Aduuo's neck.

Fortunately, the wound was not serious, but after the treatment, Nan Cheng left.

At this moment, there was a small light inside, and the warm yellow light hit Jun Mo's body. His eyelashes and hair were dyed a warm golden brown, and the soft light gently wrapped him in it. The smell of disinfectant water, his chest heaved and fell regularly, as if it was really the same as usual, just fell asleep.

Qingjiu sat in front of the bed, and gently raised the white quilt covered by Jun Mo.

The ward where Jun Mo lives is a VIP special care ward, which is so comfortable that it does not feel like a hospital at all, of course, if you can ignore all kinds of medical equipment.

"It's late now, you go back first."

"Well, don't hold on when you're tired. Lie down on the accompanying bed next to you, otherwise Jun Mo will probably faint from fright if he sees you like this."

Fei Jue looked at Jun Yan, who was already asleep on the chair outside the ward, and quietly left the ward after giving some instructions.Of course, before sending Jun Yan home, he called Yu Ling's parents to take her home.After confirming that Yu Ling's parents had arrived, he took Jun Yan back first.

Silent night.

The pale full moon hangs weakly in the sky at this moment, looking like a terminally ill patient who is dying, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows are standing, and a faint silver light is reflected on the dark blue lake not far away.

Very light and faint, like a layer of morning mist.

One hundred and twenty two

A month passed by as they took turns guarding them.

During this period, Jun Mo couldn't manage the club, and Qingjiu didn't have the heart to manage the club at all, so Fei Jue took care of the club, and the club was still the same, because a small topic started to snowball, and finally it got bigger and bigger.

In addition to Fei Jue's own account, it became his daily task to double open Jun Mo and Qing Jiu's accounts every day, and to be active and sign in. Because the accounts of Jun Mo and Qing Jiu were always there, the members didn't notice anything unusual at all. It is generally accepted that the president talks less. As for the vice president who is strict with his wife, he talks a lot less.

Fei Jue was actually in a lot of pain. He felt as if he wanted to die when he opened Junmo's backpack.But you can experience the feeling of a local tyrant.

He watched the movements of the two in the couple information in Qingjiu's profile. Jun Mo was dressed in white, with his arms on Qingjiu's shoulders, still looking at each other affectionately.

Until a certain day at the end of August.

Jun Mo woke up early in the morning.

Even if he was about to wake up, he insisted on his biological clock. If he could see the clock at this time, he would see the hour hand pointing to the number "6".

Qingjiu is lying on the side of the bed at the moment, his height is too aggrieved to sleep on his back.Looking at it from Jun Mo's angle, all he could see was his taller hair.

"Long……"

The needle was still inserted in the back of the hand, Jun Mo's hand could only slowly move to the back of Qingjiu's hand, and his fingers moved slightly.

Qingjiu was not asleep at all, he heard someone calling him in a daze, coupled with a slight itching on the back of his hand, he immediately sat up conditioned reflex, gritted his teeth to resist the dizziness in his head, and looked for the source of the sound.

He saw Jun Mo turned his face slightly, his blue eyes were slightly tired, but they were more dependent, and there was a forbearable distress.

There are countless sentences in Qingjiu's mind, but when he really wants to say them, he feels stuck in his throat, his eyes are slightly red, but in the end he just reaches out to stroke Jun Mo's soft hair.

"ink."

Qingjiu gently brushed aside the broken hair that blocked Jun Mo's eyes, his hand inadvertently rubbed against the soft white gauze on Jun Mo's forehead, Jun Mo let Qingjiu brush his hair behind his ears.

"Why are you so stupid?"

His voice was vague and hoarse, like the low voice of a cello floating from afar.

"For a long time..." Jun Mo actually didn't want to recall what happened that day. He was like a weak little white rabbit, with two long ears drooping down, but his calmness had been restored when he spoke. The little white rabbit has nothing to do with wool, "Don't do this, wait until you see a third-level movie..."

How could he not know that if something went wrong with him, he would never be able to wake up, but he didn't allow being bound to spend his whole life, to take responsibility for someone he didn't love at all.Apart from himself, there was only a space in his heart for Qingjiu, and there was no room for anyone else.

Qingjiu didn't ask him again, and he also knew that Jun Mo didn't want to mention what happened that night again. He lay on Jun Mo's chest, and there was still a strong smell of disinfectant, accompanied by the sharp and sharp winter snowflakes as he gradually recovered The breath made Qingjiu feel at ease.

One hundred and twenty three

Sunlight came in gently through the beige silk curtains, and Jun Mo stroked Qingjiu's long hair, which still felt frizzy, but not as thorny as before.

Jun Mo looked out of the window, and through the gap in the curtains, he saw a small piece of blue sky and a small beam of pale golden sunlight.

Fei Jue and Jun Yan, who were standing at the door, stood on tiptoe knowingly and slipped away quietly.

Let the couple slowly warm up.

In short, after Jun Mo woke up, the ward started to be bustling again, and the fruits he sent alone could make Jun Mo feel full-_-|||As for the flowers sent, they were placed in the reception room outside. The existence of this reception room, otherwise Jun Mo would really faint again with his legs kicked.

Several people often sit together and chat, the content ranges from pure and fresh to the most serious taste.Jun Mo would occasionally insert a few words to pour cold water on Fei Jue and Jun Yan who were too excited, and Qian Aduo and Nan Cheng would occasionally come over to make soy sauce and tear down the table.

Jun Mo usually sits for a while and then goes back to the ward to rest. He wears a hospital gown with blue and white stripes. Jun Mo's cool demeanor always makes him look like a small white flower slowly blooming in a deep valley, with the world No dispute.

When Jun Yan complained about Jun Mo like this, it was rare for Qing Jiu to reply: "Why don't you say your brother is Xiao Bai Ju?"

As soon as the words fell, Jun Mo, who was drinking water, put down the quilt gracefully, and his half-smile eyes were so kind that every second he stared at him, he would stab him with a knife.

"A cucumber of this size and size grows next to the little white chrysanthemum? Will the little white chrysanthemum wilt?" Qian Aduo, who was afraid that the world would not be chaotic, would make trouble today. She occupied a sofa by herself, looking at it with interesting eyes Get green for a long time.

The others are just waiting for Jun Mo to rape Qingjiu domestically.

"Are you sure that the yellow flower growing next to me is really a cucumber?" Jun Mo picked an orange at random and peeled it skillfully. "Why do I feel like he is a prickly prickly pear?"

"You have a strong taste." Jun Yan took advantage of Jun Mo's suspicion that the situation was over, and pursued the victory.

Jun Mo took a piece of orange, took a bite and frowned: "Where did I have a bad taste? Who bought such a sour orange?"

Jun Yan felt guilty, don't start, the orange in Jun Mo's hand was indeed bought by her...

"The combination of cucumber and chrysanthemum is common." Nancheng, who has been eating fruits, is looking at a big pineapple excitedly. He originally wanted to say "I'm curious about how cactus and chrysanthemum are combined", but made a slip of the tongue It's done—

"I'm curious how pineapple and chrysanthemums are combined."

Pineapple? !

In everyone's minds, a smoky Grand Canyon, next to a small white chrysanthemum, is a super big pineapple.

"..."

Jun Mo put this big pineapple in front of Nan Cheng, who was about to drool, and said solemnly: "You have contracted this pineapple, take it."

Nan Cheng: "..."

Qian Aduo patted the sluggish Nancheng, calmly took out something from the big bag behind his back, and after cursing "Damn", he took out a pot with small yellow flowers from it——

Cactus→_→

One hundred and twenty four

Jun Mo finally knew the reason for the sound - a normal person would feel pain if pricked by a needle, let alone a thorn from a prickly pear.

"I feel that giving this is the most practical. It won't hang up if you keep it, and occasionally it can add motivation to your 'sex' life. Take it." Qian Aduo held the big cactus and gently placed it in front of Jun Mo. .

"You use this to fuel your 'sex' life?" Qingjiu held the flower pot and admired it, totally unaware that he was speaking amazingly.

Qian Aduo rolled his eyes: "..."

Jun Yan and Fei Jue resolutely ran away with their laptops in their hands to play games, letting these people burst out with various skills and try to kill each other in seconds.

It didn't take long for Jun Mo to feel tired, and Qing Jiu helped him to rest in the ward.

Now Jun Moxing is awake, but his body is obviously still a little weak. As soon as his head touched the pillow, he fell asleep immediately.

He had never seen Jun Mo like this before, like a pigeon that was thrown thousands of miles away but flew back desperately.His breathing was light and steady, and there was a peaceful smile on his lips.

Qingjiu opened a gap in the huge floor-to-ceiling windows to take a breath, and the cool wind brought fresh air in, which made people feel refreshed.

The huge lake outside the window mixed with the thick golden light of the setting sun, sparkling like a piece of crystal clear amber.The sky changed from faint blue-purple from deep to light to warm orange, and the faint shadow behind Qingjiu was stretched extraordinarily slender.

Qingjiu has hardly been home in the past month, and he is worried that he won't be able to get out once he goes back.My mother often sends text messages to care about his recent situation, and at the same time she has been persuading my father.

With some sore eyes, Qingjiu pressed the nine number keys on the phone to send text messages. Since he used a touch-screen phone, he almost always writes by hand. It took him more than a month to get used to the keys.

The reception room outside the house was empty, and on the tea table were the dinner specially bought by Jun Yan and Fei Jue, as well as the laptop that was left on purpose because Qing Jiu was worried that Jun Mo would be bored sometimes.

Qingjiu walked to the reception room, poured Jun Mo's porridge into the insulated lunch box, and finished dinner in the reception room.Qingjiu has never been picky about food, but he really wanted to complain about Jun Yan and Fei Jue, where did they go to buy fried rice with eggs?It's too salty...

I don't know if there is anything wrong with the porridge. Looking at the packaging, it seems that I bought it from the same store.

After taking a sip, Qingjiu confirmed that there was nothing wrong with it, and then closed the lid again.

There was a sudden knock on the door.

If it was Jun Yan who came to replace him, she would definitely not go back with Fei Jue and make trouble to come here.The nurse will not come at this time, at least it will take another half an hour before she will come.As for Mr. Jun and Ms. Gu, one has become a trapeze man and the other has become a literary young woman again.

So who will it be?

Qingjiu carefully unscrewed the doorknob and slowly opened the door.

Standing outside the door is someone Qingjiu is very familiar with.Wearing a black suit, with narrow eyes and fine wrinkles at the ends of the eyes, it is obvious that he has just returned triumphantly from a shopping mall with a heart as deep as the sea.

—his father.

One hundred and twenty five

Originally, there was only one dim floor lamp on in the reception room, but Qingjiu turned on the headlight, and the full light made his eyes narrow involuntarily.

Father Qing came here this time to bring Qingjiu back, and Qingjiu hasn't gone back for a month.

After all, he still compromised and agreed that Jun Mo and Qing Jiu would be together.Even if his stubborn son couldn't pull it back with eight horses, he still let him pursue his feelings.

After all, in a tug-of-war where no one compromises, both sides will lose in the end.

After Jun Mo woke up, he sat quietly beside Qing Jiu after drinking the porridge, not to mention how obedient he looked.

Although Qing's father was already mentally prepared, he still couldn't accept this future daughter-in-law (Tsundere Mo: →_→).The picture of the two of them sitting together is extremely beautiful in the eyes of the rotten girl, but it is very inconsistent in Qingfu's traditional worldview.

Before leaving, Qingjiu called Fei Jue to take care of Junmo.

During this period, Jun Mo exposed his bad nature. He looked at Qing's father with a particularly penetrating gaze. If Qing's father had a little guilty conscience, Jun Mo would probably not let him go.

There is such a daughter-in-law... I will probably watch family ethics dramas often in the future =_=

As for Qingjiu after finishing the phone call, Jun Mo quickly withdrew his gaze, it seemed that he was even more harmless than green pollution-free vegetables...

Father Qing regrets a bit that he agreed to this matter with the earnest efforts of the Jun family and his wife =_=

After Fei Jue came over, Qing Jiu went home with his father, and when Fei Jue came over, he must have brought a lot of gossip.Holding an apple and starting to peel it, he said, "Yu Ling has gone abroad."

"Yeah." Jun Mo just nodded.

"The Yu family was ashamed of what happened this time, so Yu Ling was sent abroad to avoid the limelight." Fei Jue cut off the apple peel again, and had to start over from where it was broken, "With the reason of love As an excuse to hurt others and yourself, it is easy to make people feel pity. But ah, the human heart is the place where wounds are most likely to be left. Even if it seems to have healed in the end, there will still be a scar that reminds me that I have been hurt and been hurt all the time. The fact of the harm."

Jun Mo glanced indifferently at Mr. Apple who had been pitted by Fei Jue, and said indifferently, "You talk a lot today."

"I've always talked a lot." Fei Jue was still trying to peel the half-damaged apple in his hand, "But I'm curious, will you forgive her?"

"It's not bad that I didn't make up for two extra knives on her."

In other people's eyes, Jun Mo is very cruel, but Jun Mo has always thought that he is not a good person. His character does not allow anyone to plot against him, and he will not be used by others. Born with arrogance, it is already good for him not to take revenge on the other party.

"This is you." Fei Jue handed the apple to Jun Mo, "Eat it."

"Your peeling skills are really bad."

The apple in Jun Mo's hand is like a mini moon, covered with large and small craters.

"I usually bite directly." Fei Jue scratched his head in embarrassment.

"So you don't need a knife."

"..."

One hundred and twenty six

After another week of observation in the hospital, Jun Mo was finally discharged.

Because school was about to start, he and Qingjiu only rested at home for one day. Fortunately, Fei Jue and Jun Yan had booked tickets in advance, otherwise they wouldn't know how to get back to school.

What a rush.

The apartment where the two lived has also been cleaned. Jun Yan said that she wanted to get familiar with the school, so she and Fei Jue went there ahead of time, and took away their apartment keys by the way, in order to ask someone to clean it.

But they came at the wrong time →_→

Probably the gender of the elevator in this apartment building is female. I guess it’s because my aunt came to visit these days, and they went on strike on vacation!

There was a yellow "under maintenance" sign firmly standing in front of the elevator, Jun Mo and Qing Jiu had no choice but to drag their suitcases and began to climb the stairs.

Fortunately, their apartment is on the sixth floor. It is estimated that the residents above the tenth floor will vomit blood and die while climbing the stairs.

No matter what time it is, it will not be a pleasant thing to carry a heavy luggage up the stairs. The wheels of Jun Mo's suitcase are quite special. It belongs to climbing stairs and can be pulled like a flat ground, so he doesn't feel much.Qingjiu had a hard time, he could only climb up with his luggage.

It was already 10 minutes after entering the apartment, Qingjiu took a short rest before going to take a shower, Jun Mo took out their luggage one by one, and began to tidy up.

It was the same as when I first came here last year, but something seemed to have changed.

It wasn't until Jun Mo dug out a set of light blue and beige couple pajamas in two boxes respectively that he understood.

My brain is a bit out of order.

In the evening, when I boarded the long-lost game, Jun Mo was a little puzzled. As soon as he got his business card, he was riding a pumpkin cart and wearing a flyer.It looks like a nouveau riche is really troublesome.

When Jun Mo opened his backpack and unloaded his things, he saw that there were still a lot of R coins in his account, and some things he hadn't seen before. It was probably acquired by others when he knew about his collection addiction while he was in a coma.

It seems that the method of cheating money has been updated in the game. In addition to the recharge of large denominations, there is also a monthly card that slowly cheats money.

The update speed of Touch is getting faster and faster, and the face with heavy makeup makes it almost impossible to see its original appearance.More and more people are investing money and emotions in this game. In the end, it may be nothing, or they may persist until they collapse perfectly.

The trumpets are still full of people looking for husbands, wives, girlfriends, brothers, and even parents and daughters. Many times, a trumpet and a chance encounter are the beginning of a fate entanglement.

Just keep it simple.

The images of Qingjiu and Junmo are sitting on the lawn next to each other, the wing-to-wing ring prefixed with their names stretches their full-feathered wings, and fireworks are blooming in the dark blue night sky.

Every day someone will enter here full of expectations, and someone will leave the game full of despair.Their love and hate are like fireworks. After a night of prosperity, there is only a wreckage that smells like gunpowder.

It's not that there is no emotion left, but that the pain will eventually occupy the emotion.

But they waited by each other's side and put each other in their hearts.

never disappear.

End