Become a Two-dimensional hero

Mozart felt a wave of ups and downs, he was like a boat drifting in the sea in the wind and rain, the boundless sea set off turbulent waves, the boat was bumping on the waves, every wave opened its teeth and claws to engulf him, he may die in this terrible place at any time In the waves.

But he didn't want to resist, he was too tired, so he just closed his eyes indifferently, drifting with the wind and waves, die as soon as he dies, he has done everything he can, he can't beat Wen Mu, whether it is force or intelligence, but.

But someone refused to call him An Ning. In his chaotic consciousness, he heard someone shouting his name loudly, but Mozart ignored him. He had no energy to open his eyes. Not bad, he thought irresponsibly.But suddenly there was a piercing pain in his chest. In the true sense, the pain pierced through his heart like a sharp sword. Minced meat, but Mozart suddenly felt the vibration in his chest again, weak but firm, together with the pulse of the whole body, beating the drumbeat of life again.

But along with the beating of the heart, came the severe pain beyond the limit of human beings. His brain activated the protection mechanism, and his consciousness fell into a deeper darkness. Even the stormy waves in his imagination disappeared, leaving only death. peaceful.

I don't know how long it took, the time was infinitely stretched in the darkness, and he regained a little consciousness, but he still didn't open his eyes.What awakened his consciousness was the severe pain in his chest, which was slightly lighter than before, which prevented him from going into a coma directly, but still caused him unbearable pain.

He swung his arms unconsciously, although it didn't make any sense to do so, but he just wanted to do something, anything was fine, as long as it could relieve the pain.

However, it didn't ease, and it seemed to get worse with his movements. It's just that his brain was chaotic, his logical thinking disappeared, and his IQ seemed to have degraded to three years old. Normal people should let go and stop moving, but he But it did the opposite, the more intense the swing, the more intense the pain.

Suddenly, someone held his hands. These were generous hands belonging to a man, strong and warm. The man controlled his hands so that he could not move any more.

Mozart held on to the other side with all his strength, like a person lying on a cliff grabbing a straw, holding on to the other side tightly, not letting him leave.

Mozart lost a lot of blood, and his hands and feet were weak. Even if he exhausted all his strength, the man could still get rid of it easily, but he didn't. He just let Mozart hold himself tightly and didn't resist.

Mozart wanted to move his body and get closer to the man. Under the chaotic thoughts in his brain, he only had an animal-like instinct. He subconsciously got close to the man, because in his subconscious, the man was strong and warm, like a father , can shield him from all wind and waves.

Although Mozart didn't get along with his father for too long, Mo Jun was not a strong man, he was gentle and virtuous, and even a little nagging.Mozart never got along with his biological father as father and son.

In Mozart's mind before he was 18 years old, the word father only lived in his imagination. The father in his imagination should be like the man in front of him, strong and reliable, who can help him when he is bullied to bully back.

As if with him around, I don't have to be afraid of any wind and rain, I just need to bury my head and fly forward without any scruples, because my father's generous wings will definitely catch me.

In every boy's heart, there must be a period of time when his father is an omnipotent superhero. This blind confidence will gradually disappear as the father and son get along, the son grows up and the father grows old, but Mozart did not, Because he has never met his father, this exaggerated imagination of his father has not disappeared.

Now, he was seriously injured to the point of death, and was struggling in the front line of life and death. The thinking ability of an adult disappeared along with the lost blood. He seemed to have returned to his childhood and became the one who cried helplessly in the dark night. My child, I hope to have such a man hug me...

The man really hugged him. He raised Mozart's upper body and let Mozart rest on his knees. He hugged Mozart's shoulder with one hand and held Mozart's hand tightly with the other. Mozart stopped moving Whether it's the pain, or the darkness, he doesn't seem to be afraid anymore.

He only felt the warmth coming from their intertwined hands, which comforted him, and he found peace from the pain. He leaned on the man's chest, listening to the regular and powerful beating sound in the man's chest, he His heart gradually caught up with this frequency, and the two heartbeats overlapped, and there was no difference.

He murmured unconsciously, but the man didn't hear clearly. He bent down and turned his ears sideways, trying to hear what Mozart was saying. Mozart said it again, and what he said was: "Father..."

Then he fell asleep, this time peacefully, there were no waves in the dream, and there was no darkness, he seemed to be lying on the green grass after the early spring, with soft soil underneath and warm sunshine above his head, making one just want to be quiet Lie on it and sleep.

He woke up a few times in a half-dream and half-awake. Sometimes the man was not there, but he would come back and hug him when he saw him moving. Mozart would regain his calm as long as he held the man's hand. He shouted again in a trance Several times: "Father..." The voice was weak and powerless.

The man didn't respond the first time, but when Mozart called out for the second time, he said "hmm". Just one word made Mozart feel the peace of mind that nothing could bring. This is the promise of a father to his son, as long as Mozart calls him, he will be there.

I don't know how long it has passed, Mozart has no concept of time at all, his consciousness is hazy, and he doesn't know day or night.He woke up again, he clenched his hand subconsciously, but there was nothing in his hand, the man was not there.The realization made him struggle to open his heavy eyelids.

A man was bending over to look at him, but what Mozart saw was a double image, and he couldn't see clearly. Mozart blinked again, his pupils slowly focused, and finally saw the man's face clearly, it was the uncle.

Mo Kun patted his chest with joy, and let out a long sigh of relief: "You are awake."

Mozart had just woken up, his mind had not yet recovered, his first thought was, was the man who hugged him in his half-dream and half-awake his uncle?It seems that there is only this answer, otherwise who else could it be.

His consciousness slowly returned, and he wanted to sit up, but the movement pulled the wound, and the severe pain made him grin his teeth and gasp.

He gave up the movement of getting up, and only tilted his head and asked, "Where is this?" His memory came back, and the last scene he saw was the red flowers blooming on his chest and the roof he saw when he fell down.

Mo Kun's originally happy expression suddenly collapsed, and he was frowning: "Wen Mu's office."

Mozart was so startled that he wanted to jump up, but was brought back to reality by the pain in his chest again, not to mention jumping up, it was difficult for him to even get up.

Because of the pain, his face was wrinkled into a ball, Mo Kun frantically tried to help him relieve the pain, but he couldn't do anything.

It was only then that Mozart noticed that the sofa he was lying on was exactly the one in Wen Mu's office, and his chest was wrapped in a bandage, which looked quite new. He must have been replaced in the past few days when he was in a coma.He wanted to speak, but Mo Kun hurriedly stopped him: "Don't move around, I know what you want to ask, you are not dead, it was Wen Mu who saved you, it is now September 9th, and you have been in a coma for almost four days."

Mozart couldn't believe it, it was Wen Mu who saved him?How is this possible? He shot at himself, and why did he save himself.

I don't know if his expression was too obvious, just as Mo Kun was about to speak, another voice came. Wen Mu opened the metal door of the office and just came back.

He chuckled and said: "I didn't want to kill you, and it wasn't your heart that hit you. The bullet flew past your ventricle and went out through your chest. I just wanted to test it, test your cards , is the peregrine falcon still by your side?" He walked to Mozart, bent down and looked at Mozart's chest, and said while checking: "According to the current medical level, if you lose a lot of blood after being shot, 20 No one can be rescued after 19 seconds, I counted silently to [-] seconds, and I didn't wait for any miracle, it seems that you really have no cards."

Mozart couldn't move, so he stared at him with wide eyes.After Wen Mu finished observing, there was no bleeding, and there was no need to change the gauze, so he straightened up, looked down at Mozart, found Mozart staring at him, and couldn't help laughing again: "I want to know why I didn't kill you?"

He asked himself and answered: "Because the drama of revenge is played to the end, there must always be an audience." He smiled at the trembling Mo Kun again: "Maybe two."

Mo Kun trembled all over, it seemed that he finally figured out Wen Mu's true face.

Mozart reached out to grab the teacup on the coffee table next to him, and threw it at Wen Mu, but he overestimated his own strength, the teacup fell to the ground without even reaching Wen Mu's side .

Wen Mu didn't even look at the broken porcelain at his feet. He said lightly, "Hurry up and don't move around. With your current situation, don't say stop me. It's difficult for you to even stand up."

"Dididi" his watch rang, the sound was the same as Mozart's, and it was the default ringtone of the system. Mozart subconsciously looked at his wrist, his watch had been taken off, but the bracelet on his right hand was still on. Now, thinking about it, my uncle seems to have been locked up here with me for four days, so how could Wen Mu leave him the communication equipment.

Wen Mu glanced at the news, turned around and prepared to go out.He just came back, and he had to leave again in less than 5 minutes. The general's daily work is really busy, and he is waiting for him to ask about big and small things. His temples on both sides have turned white from exhaustion, which is embarrassing. He still has time to sneak in and think about destroying the world.

Mozart no longer struggled needlessly. What Wen Mu said was right. His current physical condition is nothing. If he angered Wen Mu and made him feel that he didn't need the audience, wouldn't he die unjustly.

But this can't prevent him from complaining in his heart: "Why didn't he die from overwork!"

The author has something to say: Since everyone is eager to see Mozart, I'll just release it in advance!

So it will not be updated at ten o'clock tonight, which is equivalent to releasing it in advance.

The author can finally concentrate on preparing for the Saturday exam, and the next update will be at ten o'clock on Saturday night~