What's your name

Just like the snow that fell that night, all the festive red in the Li family suddenly turned into overwhelming white.Li Mozhi has been loved all his life, but when he left, no one was by his side.

The funeral was scheduled for the third day after his death. Li Mingrui did not post an obituary to Zhou Jing, because he did not want his son who had passed away to have anything to do with this person.

He attributed the main reason for Li Mozhi's death to Zhou Jing. After all, Li Mozhi seldom fell ill for so many years, and his happy appearance even made Li Mingrui think that he would never get sick again. But after meeting Zhou Jing, his baby Turned into a melancholy little prince, always sullen in the room alone.

Love is like this, love someone who loves you, then this person is here to save you.If you love someone who doesn't love you, that person is here to harm you.

It's a pity that the little Li Mozhi didn't understand these things. He devoted himself to love without hesitation.

But that day Zhou Jing came uninvited.He was wearing a black suit with a white flower folded by himself on his chest, with a dignified expression.The expression revealed by the blood-red eyes was extremely tired.

No one knew that in his breast pocket was the pocket watch that Li Mozhi gave him.

It is walking minute by minute, and every second is like a heart beating.Zhou Jing thought that his Li Mozhi might have turned into that pocket watch, still staying with him in the world.

No one dared to block his way, even everyone stayed away, even Li Mingrui did not move a step.He strode towards Li Mozhi who was smiling brightly in the black and white photo, and presented a bouquet of white roses in front of the mourning hall covered with white chrysanthemums.

Finally one day, Li Mozhi also became the cinnabar mole on the tip of his heart and the white moonlight in his dream.

In the darkness, there was the noise of the crowd, the cries of children and the movement of people. Li Mozhi raised his heavy eyelids, and a white ceiling with stains came into his eyes. watery.

Has he been rescued?Li Mozhi enjoyed the joy of the rest of his life, and moved his body in surprise, but found that his body was as heavy as a heavy stone on his chest.He blinked a few times, turned his head and looked around, why are his parents not there?

Or is he really dead?

There was a stabbing pain in the wrist, and the drip was on the back of the hand. Li Mozhi gently lifted the corner of the quilt, and saw that there were several layers of gauze wrapped around the wrist, and blood was still oozing from it. What's going on?He is obviously sick, why does he look like he has cut his wrist?

Li Mozhi sat up with the other hand supporting his body, half leaning on the head of the hospital bed, surrounded by people coming and going, and the ordinary ward with six people was extremely lively.The small TV hanging on the wall was turned on, and the news from inside made the ward even more noisy.

"The only son of Li Mingrui, a wealthy businessman in this city, died of a heart attack the night before yesterday. Today, a huge farewell ceremony will be held..."

Li Mozhi, who was licking his chapped lips with his head down, suddenly raised his head.

On that small screen, he saw a black-and-white photo of himself that had been magnified several times. His father, Li Mingrui, whose face was heavy and distraught, and his mother, Chen Zhaozhen, who was crying so much that she couldn't stand up even being held up by her little aunt, paid tribute to the flower-covered photo. Jiang Yan with a bouquet of flowers added to the coffin, Lin Ze with red eyes, and Zhou Jing with a solemn expression holding a bouquet of flowers occasionally flashed in the camera.

It turned out that Li Mozhi was really dead.

So, who is this?

Loud leather shoes came from far and near in the ward, and a well-dressed man stopped in front of his bed and said in a shrill voice, "Oh, you're awake, I can't take responsibility if you die. "

Li Mozhi was still immersed in the great shock brought by the news, until someone used the remote control to change the channel, he was still staring at the TV, his pale face was even less bloodless.

"Don't look, you won't be treated like that even if you are really dead. Young master of the Li family, I have met you twice." The man pulled out a stool from behind, took out two paper towels and wiped it again and again in distaste. "Heart attack, I was rescued in the same hospital as yours. Coincidentally, the rescue time is about the same."

He picked up his long and beautiful fingers, gently rolled up the paper towel, and threw it into the wastebasket beside the bed, his tone sank, as if he felt a little regretful, "You don't want to live, some people want to live .”

Li Mozhi finally looked away from the TV that had already started broadcasting the family ethics drama, and turned to look at the man who was talking, the suspicion between his brows deepened, "Ada?"

As soon as he opened his mouth, he was stunned. The voice was also unfamiliar.

Ada seemed unhappy, "If something happens to you, forget it, go back to work if you have nothing to do, you are pitiful, but whose life is easier, I am not a charity!"

Li Mozhi saw a trace of disgust on his face. He knew what Ada did, so the owner of this body... Sure enough, all the lies Li Mozhi told were finally punished as they should.

"Okay, pack up and leave the hospital. I'll be a good person once, and the medical bills will be paid for you." Ada stood up and patted the dust on her body, as if staying in this place for a second was only for him Insulting, he sarcastically said in a low voice of dissatisfaction as he walked out, "Everyone is such a chaste woman like you, can I still do this business?"

Li Mozhi seemed to understand what he said.

It happened that a female nurse came to pull out the IV. She was very impressed with the patient in this bed.Fortunately, the wound was not deep enough to be rescued, otherwise it would be a pity at such a young age.

According to the medical records, I just turned eighteen.

Li Mozhi lowered his eyes, he vaguely knew that his soul might have traveled through like in the TV series, even though it sounded unbelievable.He looked at the dried blood on his wrist, Ada was right, some people wanted to live, and Li Mozhi was one of them.

It's just that he survived in a different way.

"Fang Ruo?" The nurse sister skillfully removed the gauze and changed the dressing for him. It hurt a little, but Li Mozhi endured it and said nothing, "Don't do stupid things in the future."

Li Mozhi obediently didn't move a bit until she finished changing the medicine, then said slowly, "Thank you sister."

The female nurse who changed the dressing was taken aback, and then laughed. The little brother who was not rescued two nights ago also called her that, but it was a pity that the white hair was going to be given to the black haired person.

"No thanks, I can leave the hospital in the afternoon."

After she left, Li Mozhi stumbled off the bed, and in the reflection of the glass on the door, he saw a completely unfamiliar face.