Become a Two-dimensional hero

"Try to move around." The doctor said while tidying up the removed bandages.

Qin Tian moved his right arm and frowned: "Some... feel like I can't control it."

Doctor: "This is normal. This kind of neurological damage cannot be cured by the current medical level. Your right hand will be slower than normal people. If you insist on rehabilitation, it may get better."

Cui Jian pondered: "Then can he still drive the mecha?"

The doctor thought for a while: "As a doctor, I don't recommend him to engage in this kind of work that requires spiritual connection. If his right arm is damaged again, it may be completely useless."

Mozart stood beside Qin Tian, ​​listening without saying a word.Qin Tian quietly shook Mozart's hand, he was afraid that he would be sad.Mozart shook his hand back and smiled, but Qin Tian could see that he was just pretending.

Cui Jian sighed, he stood up and patted Qin Tian on the shoulder: "You are the driver of Lion Heart, and you cannot change it, do you understand?"

Qin Tian solemnly nodded: "I understand." Even if his right arm may be completely crippled, he still has to go to the battlefield. This is his mission, and it has been since he deviated from the career path Qin Hai arranged for him. Doomed.

Mozart's grip tightened a bit. Cui Jian glanced at him and said, "I'll just pretend I didn't receive the application for dropout. You can accompany Qin Tian to do more rehabilitation when you have time."

Mozart assured: "Definitely."

Cui Jian turned around and left. He sighed as he walked, of course he could see the small actions of these two people. The fiery love of young people really makes people can't help but recall the past.

Mozart chased after the doctor and asked about the method of rehabilitation and what needs to be paid attention to in the follow-up. He annoyed the doctor and started to chase him away: "That's all, I'll tell you everything the teacher taught me, I want to know more If there are too many, we can only dig out the ancestors."

Qin Tian laughed, and dragged Mozart away: "Okay, I know what to do."

They left the hospital straight away. This is the General Hospital of the Capital Star Military Region. More than a month has passed since the Battle of the Death Star. They stayed at the Apollo space station for about a week before being picked up by Principal Cui Jian who had finished handling the affairs. The winter vacation practice was over. , the students went home and continued to enjoy their holidays, but this holiday, most of them were not happy, they lost too much.

When they walked to the entrance of the hospital, they saw a familiar black business car. Qin Tian paused and rolled down the car window. Qin Hai nodded to Mozart to get on the car. As a father, he knew very well that he had been a rebellious man for too long. Son, if you come to pick him up by yourself, you will only be ridiculed. After the ridicule, you may not get in the car, but it is easy to start with Mozart.

He was right, Mozartella opened the door, and Qin Tian obediently got into the car.

Qin Hai stared at Qin Tian's right hand for a while: "The doctor's skills are not bad, there isn't even a scar."

Qin Tian said indifferently: "How long are you going to stay?" He didn't bother Qin Hai at all, the translation of this sentence was "When are you going to get out?"

Mozart: "..." It started again, every time he was in the same room with the father and son, he was very embarrassed.

Not only was Qin Hai not angry, but he smiled instead: "You are in good spirits." He changed his posture and leaned his upper body slightly forward, which was a posture ready for a deep talk: "Qin Tian, ​​I have already asked your attending physician, your I am very clear about the injury, you are not suitable for driving mechs, and you are not suitable for the army either."

The corner of Qin Tian's mouth raised a sarcasm: "So? You want to tell me that you have a way to get me out of the army? Now you have to act like a loving father and persuade me, telling me that you are all for my own good?"

Qin Hai's smile froze. The older he got, the less likable he became.But it doesn't matter, he has another plan, he turned his head to look at Mozart: "Student Mo, you have seen Qin Tian's tragic injury, do you want him to drag this semi-crippled body to the battlefield?"

In his expectation, Mozart would help him persuade Qin Tian, ​​how could any man have the heart to put his beloved in danger.

Mozart: "I don't want to."

Qin Hai smiled, as he thought.Unexpectedly, Mozart changed the subject: "But I respect his idea. It is dangerous to continue to join the army, but if it is what he wants, I will not stop it."

He pulled Qin Tian's right hand and held it tightly: "I will use my life to protect him on the battlefield."

Qin Tian originally frowned and looked at Qin Hai angrily. He could tell that Qin Hai wanted to break through his defense line from Mozart, but after listening to Mozart's words, his anger dissipated. His brows relaxed, with He proudly raised his eyebrows at Qin Hai: "Did you hear that?"

The corners of Qin Hai's eyes twitched. Originally, he wanted to draw Mozart to his side, two against one, forming a numerical advantage to impress Qin Tian, ​​but it turned out to be the other way around, he was the one being besieged.

He leaned back on the seat, crossed his legs, and said nothing.

Qin Hai sent the two of them to the door of their house, but he didn't get out of the car. He watched Mozart open the door for Qin Tian courteously, and then ran to the front to open the door.For this son-in-law, he still didn't like it. Before he left, he said to Qin Tian: "If this is your choice, I hope you don't regret it."

Qin Tian stopped when he was about to enter the house, but he didn't look back: "I won't regret it."

Mozart looked back at Qin Tian in doubt, why he hasn't come over yet.

Qin Tian smiled at him, stepped forward to hold his hand, and said silently in his heart, whether he became the driver of Lion Heart or was with Mo Youyu, he would never regret it.

The windows of the car closed slowly, the engine roared, and Qin Hai left.

When the two arrived inside, just as the door was closed, Qin Tian reached out and hugged Mozart.

Mozart hugged him back, carefully avoiding his right arm.Qin Tian sniffed the man's breath on his neck, and said softly: "I don't want you to protect me. Actually, after going through this time, I think it's good for you to drop out of school. You can be my little musician and stay away from this area." It's a hail of bullets."

Mozart smiled silently, and his arms around Qin Tian's waist tightened: "I still have some things to do, and when I finish, I will consider retiring, and then I will work hard to take the piano certificate. Be a rising star in the music industry, and then give a grand solo concert. I hope you won't be the only listener willing to join in."

Qin Tian let go of him, and said solemnly: "No. When I get promoted in the future, I will let my subordinates listen. If I am the company commander, I will take a company. Take a regiment, and if I were a general, I'd send the whole army."

Mozart laughed: "You will probably be impeached by your subordinates for using power for personal gain."

Qin Tian raised his eyebrows: "I am improving the cultural quality of soldiers, how can I call it using power for personal gain?"

Mozart imagined Major General Qin Tian bringing a member of the military region to his concert. Thinking about it, the scene was very spectacular: "Then I have to work hard, otherwise people will question your taste."

"My taste has always been good." He kissed the corner of Mozart's lips, and said softly, "You are especially good."

Mozart's ears were reddish, he was caught off guard by Qin Tian's sudden love words, his eyes wandered around, he saw the clock hanging in the living room, looked at the time and suddenly remembered: "By the way, you haven't done your rehabilitation today! "

He pushed Qin Tian to the gymnasium on the second floor: "Hurry up, exercise!"

Qin Tian was helplessly pushed away by him, how could a good talk about love turn into sweating in the gym.

His injury was in the shoulder, so his rehabilitation method was mainly to do stretching exercises for the right shoulder muscles, and Mozart counted for him.However, Qin Tian soon became bored with the repetitive movements mechanically, and he childishly quit.

Mozart coaxed him: "The doctor said a group of one hundred, you haven't finished yet."

Qin Tian sat on the ground and refused to move: "No." He lowered his head, hiding the pain under the surface of calmness, the sequelae the doctor said, his right shoulder will be accompanied by intermittent pain for life, just now, The pain started.He has always been a person who is good at disguising, so Mozart did not notice.

No matter how Mozart coaxed him, he always looked like making trouble for no reason, and just couldn't get up.Finally, the pain eased, he raised his head and smiled slyly at Mozart: "Why don't we spar?"

Mozart was taken aback: "Pair practice?"

Qin Tian stood up and nodded: "Just like when we first entered school, let me see how much you have improved."

Mozart hesitated: "But your injury..."

Qin Tian stretched his right shoulder: "It's okay, since you have chosen the path of Lionheart, fighting is inevitable, so, come on." He put on a posture.

Mozart had no choice but to attack, but just after two moves, Qin Tian backed away, he shook his head: "This is not good, my right arm is just a little slow in response, and it is not useless. Your timid attack will not be able to reach it at all. The effect of sparring."

Mozart basically didn't attack, even if he attacked, he had to avoid contact with Qin Tian's right hand.

Mozart hesitated, Qin Tian threatened: "Could it be that I am already a useless person in your heart?"

Mozart: "No, it's not..."

He was still stuttering, Qin Tian rushed over with a punch, and Mozart subconsciously raised his hand to block.Even though the lion was injured, it was still ferocious. Qin Tian's attack was very oppressive, and Mozart had to concentrate all his attention, so he had no time to think about the injury to his right arm.

They advance and retreat from each other, and their strengths are equal.However, a year ago, Mozart was still a rookie who couldn't do three tricks in Qin Tian's hands.

Qin Tian praised in his heart while beating, Mo Youyu is really talented, he can grow to such a level in just one year.There was a sense of pride in his heart that this man was his.

The two of them went through hundreds of moves, but Qin Tian's right shoulder was a little slow to react, and his usual combo of moves was not connected. Mozart seized the opportunity to counterattack, and he subconsciously attacked Qin Tian's lost right side, and the punch was only halfway through. Suddenly realizing, he immediately withdrew his fist, but couldn't maintain his center of gravity and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha..." Qin Tian held his stomach and laughed.

Mozart looked at him lying on the ground, he was relieved, fortunately he stopped.

Qin Tian smiled and pulled him up.Mozart said helplessly, "Is it that funny?"

Qin Tian rubbed his eyes: "No, it's just that your movement of trying to maintain balance just now reminded me of a duck flapping its wings on the surface of the water."

Mozart: "..."

Qin Tian leaned over and kissed him comfortingly: "Go back to your room and take a shower, you're sweating all over."

Mozart accompanied him back to the room and all the way to the bathroom, but he still didn't leave until Qin Tian raised his eyebrows and asked him: "Do you want to wash with me?" Mozart ran back to his room like a fleeing famine.

Qin Tian secretly said it's a pity, when there is no student Yu Yu, he will be thick-skinned.

Mozart closed the door and panted to calm his overly violent heartbeat.The peregrine falcon rolled over with a "beep beep": "New news."

Mozart took off his shirt and was about to take a bath: "Read it to me."

"Your uncle sent it. He said that the procedures for the handover of the inheritance have been completed. He rejected the adoption by the social welfare agency and planned to take care of his nephew by himself."

Mozart's undressing paused, and he continued absent-mindedly: "What about the funeral? Have you set a date yet?"

Peregrine Falcon replied: "He said that it will be a week later, will you participate?"

He starts school in a week, and it stands to reason that there is no time to pass.But Mozart firmly replied: "Yes."

Peregrine Falcon beeped: "Send successfully."

Mozart turned on the shower head and put his head under the warm water. He closed his eyes and felt the water flowing from his face.

Suddenly, Peregrine falcon beeped again: "New news."

Probably Mo Er's reply, Mozart asked: "What are you talking about?"

"Tomorrow at 1 o'clock in the afternoon, the Human Bar, No. 55, Paradise Road, do you dare to come?"

Mozart was taken aback, he turned off the shower head, wiped his face with a towel indiscriminately: "What does Mo Erfa mean?"

Peregrine Falcon: "It's not Mo Erfa, the letter is from Rosen."