Yama's boyfriend find out

The corridors of the hospital are full of the smell of disinfectant, the pungent and uneasy smell seems to be able to strangle people's throats, and the feeling of suffocation is everywhere.

When the hospital is quiet, you will at most feel a little oppressed standing in it.

When the hospital is the least peaceful, it is like the entrance to hell. The feeling is not just depression, but deep despair in the quagmire.

Not only those on the operating table, but also those waiting outside the operating room.

Some people squatted in the corner, watching the people coming and going, pulling their hair, but the expression on their faces was as dull as a tree.

Some people commanded with a solemn face, no matter how bad the wounded people were, they still looked as usual, which seemed to be the best booster.

On New Year's Eve, a happy day for the whole family, a fire has become a nightmare for many people.

Yiqian and Modin Terminal were on a floor with a different atmosphere from the chaotic zone. They looked in through the glass, and a little guy who hadn't opened his eyes unconsciously opened his mouth, as if he was having a sweet dream.

The woman who held her in her arms was still tired, but she patted the baby with joy, and occasionally glanced at the door, with dissatisfaction and calculation in her eyes, as if she was expecting something.

But in the end, he always pursed his mouth and retracted his eyes, and smiled softly, knowing that he was looking forward to an impossible thing.

Outside the wall, an old man in a little red coat was leaning against the wall, her hands tightly covering her mouth, her desperate crying was suppressed in her throat, she couldn't make a sound, her head was pressed against the wall, and then Knock all at once.

It seems that if there is pain there, the heart will not hurt.

Mo Tinghang quickly stretched out his hand to block it, grabbed the old man with the other hand, shook his head with difficulty, and glanced at the women and children inside.

The old man froze for a moment, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.She had just woken up from the joy of her granddaughter falling to the ground, and when she heard the thunderbolt from the blue sky, she wished she could die immediately to be with her son, but her daughter-in-law didn't know about it yet.

How should she speak?How should she speak?

The old man wiped away his tears, supported the wall, and moved step by step to Yi Qian's place with difficulty, his lips trembling, and it took a long time for him to speak.

"Did you say anything before the baby left?"

She heard it from Moding Hang, saying that the child in front of her was the one who escaped from the fire with his son on his back.

Yi Qian's heart trembled, and the burning pain of tearing spread. He felt a heavy weight on his back, as if the man hadn't gotten off his back all this time.

He glanced at the ghost of the tearful firefighter beside him, opened his mouth, turned his head and said in a hoarse voice: "He said... let you wait for him to come back..."

The old man stepped back abruptly, closed his eyes tightly, and stretched out his hand to beat his heart once and for all.

"It's a lie again... He hasn't been home for the New Year for several years... What are you waiting for? He can't wait, and he won't come back now... He won't open his eyes and talk when he comes back, so why come back?"

The old man was crying while cursing, but her voice was suppressed in her throat, and she dared not speak loudly.She knew that no matter how sad she was, she couldn't let her daughter-in-law know the news. She had just given birth and was at her weakest, although it was impossible to keep it a secret...

But if it could be delayed for a while, they all chose to remain silent tacitly.

I thought concealment was the best protection...

Outside the hospital, in the corner of the parking lot, Mo Tinghang stood in the shadows, like a beast ready to go, his shoulders trembled slightly, but in the end he just kicked the stone steps next to him fiercely.

"It's the Chai family again! It's the Chai family again!"

He turned around, with bloodshot eyes in his eyes, "A fire killed 41 people, only two children escaped! There are also those injured firefighters, and my best brother!"

When Mo Tinghang said "Brother", even his tone was trembling, and he felt a little stuck in his heart, and then he stepped forward, grabbed Yi Qian, and asked, "I know I'm insignificant compared to you, but I If you want revenge, how can you make them pay the price? Yi Qian, you don’t know, Huazi is my best friend in this world...he...he died quietly like that, without even a single face of his own child see..."

"He saw it." Yi Qian suddenly cut off his words and looked up at him.

Mo Tinghang let go of Yi Qian's hand, opened his mouth in a daze, and then seemed to think of something suddenly, a flash of ecstasy flashed across his face.

"Is he here, right? How did I forget, he has become a ghost, I can't see it, but you can see it!"

With tears in his eyes, Mo Tinghang pointed to Yi Qian's side, "Are you here?"

Seeing that Yi Qian didn't speak, he pointed to the other side, "Still here?"

Yi Qian still remembers Mo Tinghang's cowardly look that he would dodge to the back every time he heard a ghost, but now he was looking forward to seeing a ghost with burning eyes, without any fear at all.

"Not here, bid farewell to his important people."

Mo Tinghang was startled, and suddenly felt the tip of his nose sour, and the circles of his eyes instantly turned red.

The final farewell... If it was him, what kind of mood should we take to say goodbye?I can never finish telling my instructions, my unclear friendship, and my heart full of reluctance.

Why would a good person die?

No matter how good the reincarnation is, this life is just blocked in this way, leaving the living person with nostalgia or hope, pain or relief, but it has nothing to do with that person anymore.

Mo Tinghang lowered his hands, slumped on the ground in a decadent manner, leaning on the short stone steps, and every time his nose was acidic, he would suck his nose down fiercely, enduring all his unwillingness.

Yi Qian sat down next to him, looked up at the sky, the moon was covered by dark clouds, and there were few stars.

"When encountering such a thing, almost everyone's first reaction is that they can't accept it, but in the end we can only accept it, isn't that true?" Yi Qian turned his head, sat down next to the stone steps, and said to Mo Ting.

Mo Tinghang remembered that last week he went out to have a barbecue with Huazi and the others, and met him at the bus station the day before yesterday, and every time they parted, they didn't even call them parting.

"Let's go!"

The other waved his hand and walked away.

That's all.

Who would have thought that a normal meeting would be forever separated?Motinghang nodded with glazed eyes, let out a light "um" from his nose, and then stopped talking.

"Since you always have to accept it, it won't make any difference whether you know it sooner or later, right?"

What Yi Qian asked again finally brought Mo Tinghang back to his senses. No matter how slow his reaction was, he could detect Yi Qian's intentions now, so he just looked at Yi Qian and didn't answer this question.

"He won't be the one who left without saying goodbye, because he knows that I will worry about him," Yi Qian pressed his chest, and slowly raised a smile at the corner of his mouth, "And he said he would wait for me to come out."

Mo Tinghang was stunned, only to realize that his poor acting skills in front of the fire had actually been spotted by Yi Qian long ago.

He just didn't expect Yi Qian to be calmer than he imagined.

"You tell me where he is? I know you must."

Mo Tinghang raised his chin lightly, remembering the note that Ji Yao handed him before leaving, on which an address was written.

"It's up to you to judge. If you think you should tell him, tell him. If you want to hide it, at least keep your mouth shut until he is completely out of danger."

Mo Tinghang opened his mouth: "How do you know that I will know?"

Yi Qian smiled, looked back at the sky, and said firmly: "You are very clean and easy to guess. If you don't know, you will say you don't know at the fire scene."

People only think of covering one lie with another when they want to hide something.

Mo Tinghang was taken aback for a moment, and reversed his response according to Yi Qian's words. It has to be said that at this time, he really couldn't say "I don't know".

"Ji Yao said that the best outcome is for Xiaoli to get over it and then confess to you. This is the best outcome." Mo Tinghang looked into his eyes, but he didn't know what he thought of again, his eyes gradually blurred. Hong... There is no best ending in this world, it is just people's earnest hope, but hope is not the truth after all.

Just like Huazi's family, just like him, every time he looks forward to returning safely no matter whether it is a mission or ordinary training.

Sniffing, Mo Tinghang came back to his senses, and looked at Yi Qian seriously: "Do you really want to know?"

Yi Qian nodded heavily, "I hate regrets more than suffering."

Although he said this, Mo Tinghang still had a vague feeling that the current Yi Qian was able to say this sentence without any worries, because he had actually struggled for a long time.

Yi Qian is very calm, but he is still an ordinary person after all. Perhaps from the scene of the fire to the hospital, his heart hesitates between evasion and confrontation all the time.

Mo Tinghang stretched out his hand, the note was actually held in his hand all the time, and he was afraid that he would throw it away if he put it in his pocket.Somehow, maybe he already knew that he would hand over the note to Yi Qian.

Yi Qian took it and breathed a sigh of relief.

The cold wind blows the moon-white curtains, and the hourglass next to the quaint wooden window is passing by. Ji Yao walked over, turned the hourglass upside down, and then looked out of the window with her arms crossed.

"You look like this, I really can't believe it's the former Shangyuan."

There was not a single piece of extra furniture in the room, and complex formations were drawn on the empty floor, spreading all the way to the walls.In the center of the formation lay a man in a black robe with gold patterns, and his hair was scattered in a mess. His face was pale, but no fatal wound could be seen on his body.

He closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, but after hearing Ji Yao's words, he opened his mouth weakly: "I'm already not."

Ji Yao hummed lightly, walked up to Lu Zhaoli and knelt down, looking at him funny: "Not only are you no longer a god, you will also become a dead person in no time!"

Lu Zhaoli pursed his lips and did not speak.

"If you can't make it through, I won't even be able to explain to my good classmate Yi Xiaoqian."

Ji Yao thought for a while, then patted Lu Zhaoli's face and said, "Otherwise, I'll say that you've changed your mind and fallen in love with me, and you insist on going back to Wushan with me, and never go back to the mortal world again, okay? "

Lu Zhaoli slowly opened his eyes, he could see that such a small movement was exhausting, but he still smiled and said, "I did...see Yi Siqian...too bad it wasn't you..."

Ji Yao didn't understand Lu Zhaoli's meaning for a moment, but only after thinking of her good classmate's name did she realize what he was talking about.

Just as he was about to speak, Lu Zhaoli closed his eyes again, "Why did you tell him..."

Seeing that he was in a state of depression, Ji Yao turned her head to look at the hourglass, frowned slightly, and then said, "I told Mo... that policeman, tell him to tell Yi Qian that I have brought you to heal your wounds. , let him wait for the news."

Lu Zhaoli clenched his hands subconsciously, then let go, and breathed a sigh of relief, "This way he will be more worried."

"Then what should I say? Tell him that you are close to death, let him be mentally prepared, and it is best to prepare for the funeral?" Ji Yao was so angry.

"We're not married yet... What happens next... My parents... Forget it... I'll try to survive..."

Ji Yao watched him say these few words with difficulty, and a feeling that hadn't appeared for a long time spread all over her body. After a long time, she said softly: "You are really less and less like a god."

The room fell silent again, and after about 5 minutes, Ji Yao looked at the hourglass on the window sill from time to time, and finally after the last grain of sand fell, five lights of different colors flashed in the room.

"Yo Yo Yo! Why did Master Shangyuan become such a ghost? It's really a turn of wind and water!"

"Shangyuan, I never thought you would have today..."

"My brother Shangyuan! Who made you like this? Tell me! I'll go and skin him!"

"Sister, don't get excited, he's gay now."

"Fuck? What? Then don't I have a chance? Shangyuan, you don't know, I've been coveting you for thousands of years—"

"Ahem..." Ji Yao cleared her throat, and looked at the people with different images who suddenly appeared in the room.

"Qingping, Yangyu, you two still hold on to Shangyuan for beating you to pieces? Huaqing, does your sister still miss Shangyuan? And Chongming, you put your mind back, there is already someone in Shangyuan's heart." gone."

"Who is it?" The five people spoke in unison, as if they didn't pay attention to what Ji Yao said before, and all their attention was on the last part.

The gods are either staying in their own territory or going out to play. In fact, they are all farting, so they are more interested in the gossip among the gods.

Just when Ji Yao was considering whether to tell them about Lu Zhaoli, the person lying on the ground raised his hand with all his strength.

"Can you save me first?"