midnight ten

As soon as the prompt ended, Zheng Luozhu, Fan Peiyang, and Tang Lin were bounced back to reality.

The actual coordinate point corresponding to the wishing house is Xinjiang, and the temperature in the second half of the night is chilly.Zhang, Wan, and Teng who came out first did not leave. They wanted to have a break-up meal with the boss, but they did not expect the boss to bring one more person out.

Without delay, Fan Peiyang took Tang Lin directly to the airport.

The three of them were full of doubts, so they could only grab Zheng Luozhu.

Fortunately, Zheng Luozhu didn't intend to run away so quickly.The four partners who had been going through the customs side by side for several months, found a place nearby, both for a drink and to break up.

"The boss' wish is to bring people in?" After hearing Zheng Luozhu's speech, the three faces were completely dumbfounded.

"I can only say that the boss went in alone and two people came out. As for what happened in the wishing room, you can make up your minds freely." Zheng Luozhu strictly abides by the duty of a bystander, only spreading, not exaggerating.

The three of them stared wide-eyed, but didn't raise any eyebrows, and finally gave up on the unpredictable former boss, and unanimously set their sights on Zheng Luozhu.

"Bamboo, why do you continue?"

Zheng Luozhu put down his wine glass, hesitated for a while, and asked cautiously: "If I say it's for money, will you call me vulgar?"

Teng Ziyan was speechless: "Damn."

Zhang Qian despises: "Vulgar."

Wan Fengmang sighed: "It's too vulgar."

Zheng Luozhu narrowed his eyes: "When did you start treating money like dung..."

Before the words were finished, three faces that could no longer hold back their excitement approached: "Quickly tell me, how much did you ask for from the Wishing House?"

"..." He knew that talking about money is the best way to cultivate relationships.

After a breakup and drinking until dawn, Zhang Qian got drunk and kept grabbing Wan Fengmang and asking, "Is it really over?"

In fact, no one can guarantee it. In fact, up to this time, the three of them have no sense of reality about the complete end of the nightmare.

Zheng Luozhu called two taxis, one took the three of them back to the hotel, and one took him to the airport.

"Let's go now?" Teng Ziyan was a little surprised, "It's been a night of tossing, so let's take some rest. Didn't you say that the new level will only open in a month?"

"It's okay, just sleep on the plane." Zheng Luozhu yawned, and still didn't forget to tell him, "But you guys, if you don't rush back, you can stay a few more days and use it as a tour."

Teng Ziyan slapped him on the back angrily: "Mr. Fan should give you an excellent employee."

The sky in Xinjiang is brighter than in Beijing.When Zheng Luozhu arrived at the airport, the sun was high and the morning flight to Beijing had already taken off for a long time.Of course, this has little to do with him, because he has no plans to return to Beijing yet, so if his boss awards an outstanding employee as Teng Ziyan said, he would be really embarrassed to accept it.

Amid the roar of the engine, the plane climbed rapidly.

Zheng Luozhu looked out the window, the ground was getting farther and farther away, the buildings were getting smaller and smaller, and finally, only white clouds remained.

He swallowed, and the ears blocked by the air pressure suddenly became unblocked. The roar of the plane and the noisy cabin were suddenly clear and real.

What is real at the same time is his heartbeat.

All the relaxation, teasing, and calmness since coming out of the wishing house collapsed and peeled off at this moment. He stood in the ruins of the illusion, his breathing was unsteady, his palms were warm, revealing his truest self.

"Sir?" came a sweet voice.

Zheng Luozhu turned his head in a daze: "Huh?"

The stewardess pushing the drink cart smiled: "Sir, what would you like to drink?"

"Water." Zheng Luozhu replied reflexively, and after half a second, he smiled politely, "Please add ice cubes."

In the afternoon, the plane landed in a northern city.

Zheng Luozhu reported his address to the taxi driver, and after more than 40 minutes, the driver delivered him to his destination accurately.

This is a family building of an old state-owned enterprise. For some years, many similar buildings around it have been demolished and a new community has been built. Only it is still standing there, just like the workers of that era, simple and stubborn.

Although the building is old, it has a warm and human touch. From time to time, residents come out of the building, most of whom are elderly. If someone upstairs is lying on the window sill and looking at the sky, he will say hello to the people below.

Zheng Luozhu sat down by the flower bed not far from it. From afternoon to dusk, he finally saw an old couple walking out together.

He quietly watched them go away.

It was getting dark, and the old couple came back together again.

He quietly watched them go home.

The night fell completely, and the windows were lit with warm lights.

The street lamps were also turned on, dispelling the darkness of the tree shade, making clear the profile of the person under the tree and the determination in those eyes.

Zheng Luozhu booked a ticket back to Beijing with his mobile phone, got up and went to the airport.

……

Three hours ago, Beijing, a private hospital.

"The brain tumor has completely disappeared, and all the indicators of the body are normal. This is simply impossible..." The doctor wanted to maintain his rational and authoritative professional posture, but the impact of the inspection report pushed his knowledge system to the brink of collapse. .

"Are you sure it's all right?" Fan Peiyang only cared about this.

The doctor calmed down very quickly, and the shock in his heart still remained, but his eyes behind the lens gradually became scrutiny and suspicion: "What did you do to him?"

The doctor is willing to believe in medical miracles, but that doesn't mean he can accept the Arabian Nights, especially since this is his own patient. He knows Tang Lin's physical condition very well.

Fan Peiyang didn't move, didn't even blink his eyes, as if he didn't hear the doctor's sharp questioning at all, he just asked seriously: "Is there anything else I should pay attention to in follow-up care?"

"There is no follow-up and no nursing care. He is a completely healthy person now." The doctor rubbed the painful temple, knowing that there was nothing to ask. After all, it was not the first day he met the family member of the patient who did not like oil and salt.

"Thank you," Fan Peiyang got up, "my people will come over later to complete the discharge procedures."

After leaving the doctor's office, Fan Peiyang did not rush back to the ward, but stood in front of the open window in the corridor, looking outside quietly.

It was a clear afternoon, a rare azure blue sky in Beijing, the sky was as blue as washing, and the white clouds were like cotton.

Fan Peiyang leaned on the window sill and looked at it for a long time, until his knuckles turned white, and then he let out a long and slow breath.

Without further delay, Fan Peiyang turned around and went back to the ward. As soon as he opened the door, he saw Tang Lin sitting on the bed, still wearing the hospital gown from the examination.

The corners of Fan Peiyang's mouth turned upwards involuntarily, and his tone of impatience he didn't realize was: "Pack up your things, we'll be discharged from the hospital."

Tang Lin looked at him blankly, without the usual Buddhist smile in his eyes, he looked a little cold.

But he didn't do it on purpose, he just couldn't feel the joy of recovery with all his heart like Fan Peiyang.Since he woke up in that strange place, he was surrounded by huge doubts, and then he returned to Beijing for an examination, and he was almost swallowed by these doubts.One second ago, he was oppressed by a brain tumor in agony, and the next second he was able to run and dance refreshed?

"Fan Peiyang," Tang Lin tried to make his voice sound calm, "What happened..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

Fan Peiyang held half of his face with one hand, and pressed his thumb gently on his lips.

"Let's talk somewhere else."

Fan Peiyang's villa is not far from his company, but it is quiet amidst the noise and the environment is extremely quiet.

It was almost dusk, and the setting sun made the living room warm.

Tang Lin sat on the sofa, staring at the water cup on the coffee table in a daze, receiving a lot of information at once, and he needed time.

Fan Peiyang waited quietly.

"So, what do you mean..." Tang Lin finally said, "You pulled me into a world of breaking through levels, and used the props there to restore me to health. Back to reality?"

Fan Peiyang nodded: "The summary is basically correct, but it's not props, it's stationery."

Tang Lin: "Is there a time limit?"

Fan Peiyang: "The effect of therapeutic stationery can be preserved forever."

Tang Lin: "I won't get sick again in the future?"

Fan Peiyang: "...As far as I know, it is just a one-time treatment stationery, without lifetime insurance."

Tang Lin: "Will people die if they break through the level?"

Fan Peiyang: "No, once it is judged to be fatally injured, it will be forced to bounce back to reality. At most, it will suffer some minor injuries, but at the moment of ejection, it will feel the pain of death."

Tang Rin: "Can I call the police?"

Fan Peiyang: "The feasibility is zero, because as long as you want to disclose information to non-breakers, you will have a splitting headache and cannot speak at all."

Tang Lin: "The last question, should I start from the beginning, or like you, I only need to pass the remaining ten levels?"

Fan Peiyang: "It's not clear yet. If we separate, I will find a way to join you."

The living room was quiet again, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the green plants, and the leaf shadows were mottled.

The matter is far from as serious as Tang Lin thought. The desire to cure terminal illness, which is almost resurrected, he thought would be like in many legends or famous books, to exchange the soul with the devil, no matter how bad it is, he would have to go bankrupt or take something away the most important thing.

None of the results.

He just went to the same place as Fan Peiyang and wanted to do the same thing.level?Just break through.

Taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly, Tang Lin didn't really feel the heat of life flowing back until this moment.

Fan Peiyang was sitting on the sofa opposite him, the person who brought him all this.

Tang Lin stood up and walked in front of Fan Peiyang, leaned over and gave him a firm hug without hesitation.

"You saved my life."

No fancy vocabulary, no stacked thanks, simple fact statement, but every word is heavy.

Fan Peiyang no longer restrained himself, and hugged him fiercely.

In the next second, the world spun.

Tang Lin didn't react at all, and was pushed into the sofa.

Fan Peiyang's eyes were extremely black, extremely bright, with a scorching light.He lowered his head almost at the moment when his body was close together, looking for Tang Lin's lips.

It didn't work out.

A cool hand pressed against his forehead.

Looking down, it was Tang Lin who frowned slightly.

"Okay," Fan Peiyang forcibly suppressed the restlessness in his body, and compromised unwillingly, "I'm going to take a bath."

He got off the sofa neatly, and walked quickly to the bathroom, but before he walked out of the living room, he heard Tang Lin asking——

"Fan Peiyang, what are you doing?"

The puzzlement and resistance in that voice made Fan Peiyang pause and freeze.