Become a Two-dimensional hero

September 3240, 9, at 4:14 pm.

The sun at noon in summer is very hot. In a single ward in the Xingdong District Hospital of the capital, the curtains are wide open, and the sunlight penetrates the transparent glass without hindrance. The patient sleeping on the bed next to the window raised his hand to cover Nasty sunlight.

Sitting next to the hospital bed, the man who looked like a family member spoke, but he didn't have the worry and care that a family member would accompany a patient. Instead, he sneered: "Are you awake? What are you pretending to do? It's just scratching your skin. You lie here for a week." , Do you think that you can forget about taking the military academy entrance exam behind my back? Ha ha."

Mozart: "..." This voice is both strange and familiar, even if it is sarcasm, it is kind, and he hasn't heard it for almost two years.

He opened his eyes, his vision was still a little hazy, and as his pupils slowly focused, he saw the grown-up Mo Er, his uncle Mo Kun, looking at him with a sneer with his arms folded.

Mozart stared at him blankly.

Seeing that this unlucky nephew finally opened his eyes, Mo Kun sneered again: "Hehe, you are capable, jumping down from upstairs, if you have the guts, you will die and show me, what's the matter if you scratch your skin? No I thought you jumped with a parachute if you knew."

What a nostalgic poisonous tongue, Mozart suddenly half sat up and hugged his uncle's waist.Mo Kun was stunned for a moment, but then he tried to push Mozart away lightly: "What are you doing? Can pretending to be pitiful make a major incident smaller? Let me tell you, there is no way!"

Mozart hugged him tightly, Mo Kun couldn't break free, Mozart buried his head in his chest, Mo Kun suddenly felt his nephew trembling slightly, as if... crying?His pushing hand stopped for a moment, he hesitated for a while, and patted Mozart's back lightly, and his tone softened: "Do you know it's wrong?"

The person buried in his chest nodded vigorously.Mo Kun's heart softened, but he still said stubbornly: "It's not enough to just know that you are wrong, you have to explain to me about the military academy."

Mozart let go of his uncle slightly, he rubbed his red eye sockets: "I will go to handle the expulsion."

Mo Kun raised his eyebrows, he didn't believe it at all: "And then?"

"Then go to the Conservatory of Music." Mozart thought for a while, and added: "Besides the Vienna Conservatory of Music, let's take the exam at another school." Principal Zhen Youqian gave him too much shock, and he still hasn't recovered.

Mo Kun squinted his eyes and stared at Mozart. According to his understanding of his nephew, it didn't seem like he was lying, but how could it be possible? My unlucky nephew let him go east and he would go west. If he didn't fight against him, he would feel uncomfortable. Why? Maybe obediently drop out of school and repeat.

But Mo Kun still nodded in agreement, he wants to see what tricks this brat can play.

Mo Kunsai gave Mozart a pillow, told him to continue to hug and cry, and turned around to ask the doctor about the situation.Mozart's jump at the Galaxy Star Memorial Hall scared him a lot, but after learning that Mozart had only scratched his skin, he was only angry. His first thought was that this unlucky nephew was playing tricks!

He suppressed his anger and rushed to the hospital, ready to watch Mozart perform.As a result, Mozart just didn't wake up. Mo Kun said in his heart that you are really patient. He folded his arms and sat by the hospital bed, ready to watch Mozart perform the vegetative awakening.

I can’t blame him for thinking this way. It’s really that this brat has a criminal record. When Mozart was 10 years old, he learned to pretend to be sick without a teacher in order to avoid making up music lessons.Later, when he found out, he scolded him badly, and finally learned how to behave. Unexpectedly, he repeated the same trick 8 years later, and the more he played, the more he played.

As a result, Mo Kun waited for seven days in a row, and the nephew lay quietly on the hospital bed, looking like a real vegetable.Mo Kun couldn't sit still on the third day. He ran to the doctor in a panic. The doctor pushed his glasses and said in a nonchalant manner that all the patient's indexes were normal. ...Fell asleep.

When Mo Kun heard this, he was furious, Mozart was still pretending to be sick!He continued to wait, and finally today, he waited for his nephew to wake up.For the past seven days, his heart has been ups and downs. He hopes that Mozart is just pretending, and it is better than lying awake like this.

"Doctor, my nephew is awake, should there be nothing wrong?"

The doctor looked at the medical records. Even with the development of medicine, there are still unexplainable problems. For example, the patient in front of him has nothing wrong with him and has been sleeping for a week for no reason. .”

Mo Kun heaved a sigh of relief, he went back to Mozart's bed and bought some porridge for his nephew.As soon as his buttocks sat on the stool, the watch beeped, and Mo Kun walked out of the ward frowning, and went to the corridor to answer the phone.

For the past seven days, he has been guarding in front of the hospital bed. He is already busy with his work, and he is also the leader of the group. His phone calls have been ringing off the hook these few days.But luckily, the nephew woke up and he could finally leave.

He told Mozart: "Stay for one more day, if there is no problem, you can go through the discharge procedures yourself, and if there is any problem, please let me know, you understand?"

Mozart nodded while drinking the porridge. Mo Kun looked at his pale face. He hadn't eaten for seven days and lived only on infusion. His originally strong body lost a lot of weight.Mo Kun squeezed his arm with some distress, planning to buy something for him to make up for, but he said: "There is also the matter of dropping out of school, don't forget!"

Mozart coughed and almost choked, he assured his uncle: "Got it."

Mo Kun glanced at him suspiciously, the "Dididi" watch rang again, and he opened the door to leave the ward while answering the phone.

Finally Mozart was left alone. He put the porridge bowl in his hand on the cabinet next to him, moved his buttocks, and prepared to get out of bed and walk around.

But as soon as his foot touched the ground and was about to exert force, his foot went limp and he almost fell to the ground. Thanks to his quick reaction, he supported himself with his hands.After lying down for seven days, my hands and feet were too stiff.

Generally, people who have just recovered from a serious illness need their family members to accompany them in their rehabilitation, and slowly resume their activities.Mo Kun completely forgot about it, and the doctor...coincidentally forgot too.So Mozart could only do rehabilitation alone.

But he didn't feel bitter at all. Compared with the past, this is nothing.He supported the edge of the bed and took one step slowly, and then took the second step. It took him a long time to reach the window sill three meters away. He opened the window and embraced the blazing, warm sunlight with his arms open.

Outside the window is the garden of the hospital. Surrounded by their family members, the recovered patients walked out of the hospital, while the unrecovered patients sat in wheelchairs and basked in the sun in the garden. The years were quiet and peaceful.There are no wars, no centipede groups, and no world-destroying monsters.

"That's great." Mozart smiled at the people outside the window.

He will recover after doing it alone, his hands and feet are no longer so stiff, and he can already walk slowly.In the evening, he lay on the hospital bed and read the news. Afterwards, the parental authority was lifted, and the information blocked by his uncle was opened to him for the first time.

But the war 20 years ago, as long as you don’t deliberately investigate it, you can’t get in touch with it, so Mozart doesn’t know even if he is an adult.Now he has time to look through the news, he saw Mo Youyu's arrest warrant, Mozart took a selfie with the camera of his watch, and compared the difference between the fake face and the real face.

At first glance, they definitely wouldn't think they were the same person, but if you look closely, you'll find that the noses, eyebrows, and eyes are similar, everywhere.It's strange that they don't look like each other together.

Mozart continued to browse, and he saw the text description of that war: "On August 3220, 8, the centipede organization reappeared and launched an attack on the White Sand Star...On November 5, 3220, the battle to defend Jupiter began...11 On January 8, 3222, the Battle of the Death Star resulted in one billion casualties..."

His fingers caressed over these years, these numbers, these are just pale words, but for him, it was a part of his real experience, so painful... so desperate...

He was a little lost in memory, and his face was unconsciously stained with vicissitudes.

But suddenly a voice interrupted his thoughts: "Hey, how about pretending to be deep?" Mozart's friend Wu Yong was wearing a familiar military school uniform with a young eagle about to spread its wings embroidered on his chest. When they got to Mozart's hospital bed, they took out an apple from the fruit basket on the cabinet beside the hospital bed and began to gnaw it. While gnawing, they complained: "You've woken up, you scared the baby to death, you know? As soon as I regain my senses, you lie on the floor upstairs. It's over. You said that even if you were afraid of being beaten by your uncle, you wouldn't jump off the building. At worst, you should run away from home. Don't worry, I won't starve you to death."

Mozart: "...you eat as if it were mine."

Wu Yong looked at the apple with a big bite off in his hand, then at the expressionless Mozart, and took another bite as if nothing had happened: "Either of us eats the same, don't worry so much hahaha... ..." He couldn't stop laughing under Mozart's stare, and he put back the half-gnawed apple, deceiving himself that the gnawed side was still a whole apple.

Wu Yong wiped his hands, and got to the point: "I heard that you woke up, but I asked for leave to come back to see you. Do you know how difficult it is for a military school to ask for leave?"

Mozart nodded, of course he knew.

Wu Yong only thought that he was perfunctory to himself: "Don't believe it, you will know when you get there. There is no one in the area of ​​ten miles, and there is only one bus passing by. The bus is very long. I waited for an hour to catch it. Car, I was still doing freshman training during the day, and I ran more than ten kilometers, but I was exhausted."

Mozart was not at all interested in what he said, he knew it all: "Oh, and then?"

Wu Yong choked for a moment, and said angrily: "When you leave the hospital to report, you will understand how I feel. I can't wait to be paralyzed. I ran out to see you with superhuman perseverance. You don't appreciate it!"

He threw the backpack he brought to Mozart: "I helped you get the freshmen's school uniform, as well as student handbooks and other things, take a look."

Mozart took the backpack, but did not open it: "I am not going to go to military school anymore."

Wu Yong didn't believe it, and teased him: "Then what are you going to do? To be your uncle's good baby, to be a musician?"

Mozart nodded seriously: "Yes, I want to be a musician." He patted the stunned friend on the shoulder: "I will hold a personal concert later, and I will give you a [-]% discount on the tickets."

"Click", Wu Yong put back his chin that fell off due to surprise: "Are you kidding?"

Mozart had a sneering expression of "you're just kidding": "I'll go through the withdrawal procedures when I leave the hospital tomorrow."

The author has something to say: See you in the next chapter~

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