Why do you have a crush on me again

"I want to be quiet." Ling Mo looked at Lao Liang.

"Oh! Little cricket, have you got the report? I'll send you out, Professor Ling wants to read the materials!"

Before Lao Liang put his hand on Qu Yun's shoulder, Ling Mo lowered his head and added: "He is quieter than you."

"That's right! I didn't bother Senior Brother at all, and I agreed to stay here for lunch!"

Old Liang finally understood that he was the only one being disliked, so he snorted unhappily and left.

Qu Yun sat on the sofa a little proudly. He got a photo album on the bookshelf just now, flipped through it, and the photos in it were the desert, sky, and city of country K, and then said: "Who took this photo? , quite tasty."

"I took the picture." Ling Mo replied.

"Ah, you filmed it? Why do you know everything?" Qu Yun just finished speaking, seemed to realize something, and quickly quieted down.

Ling Mo continued to look at the documents, but when the album turned to the last page, Qu Yun saw the back of a soldier.

The soldier in the photo, with his face slightly sideways, only has a silhouette, looking up at the sunset, people can't help guessing that his expression at this moment is peaceful, or sighing that this day has finally passed safely, or What are you feeling with your eyes closed?

But the outline became more and more familiar, especially the little tip of the nose on the side face, Qu Yun subconsciously raised his hand to touch the tip of his nose.

Ling Mo raised his head and looked at him.

Qu Yun was turning his face to various angles, imagining what his silhouette would look like in the backlight, Ling Mo gently put down the pen in his hand, and the corners of his lips sank unconsciously.

When it was almost eleven o'clock, Ling Mo got up and went into the kitchen. Qu Yun, who was about to fall asleep sitting on the sofa, woke up suddenly and followed into the kitchen.

"Brother! Do you want me to fight!"

"Aren't you still hurt? Go to sleep for a while. My bedroom is unlocked."

Ling Mo rolled up his cuffs, but Qu Yun froze there. His quietness successfully attracted Ling Mo's attention.

"What's wrong? Suddenly stopped talking."

"No... you mean to let me sleep in your bedroom?"

"Yeah." Ling Mo took out the celery from the refrigerator.

"Has Lao Liang ever slept in your bedroom?"

"No."

"Then...does the person who works with you..."

"No."

"I'm so special." Qu Yun said happily.

"You are always special."

Ling Mo's answer made Qu Yun even more happy, and he leaned forward and asked, "What's so special?"

"Very stupid."

"..." Qu Yun exited the kitchen in a little disappointment, and said from a distance, "Then I will really visit your bedroom!"

"Go ahead."

Qu Yun carefully unscrewed the door of his bedroom, poked his head in first, and then turned on the light.

"My mother."

"what happened?"

Ling Mo could hear even the tiniest voice from Qu Yun very clearly.

"Your room is so clean!" Qu Yun's voice came from afar.

Ling Mo lowered his head and smiled slightly.

Qu Yun pushed Ling Mo's wardrobe away, took a look at it, and then closed it uninterestedly.

"Brother - your clothes are too monotonous! They all say you are only 28 years old, why do you always dress like you are 58 years old?"

Ling Mo turned his face sideways, and was bringing out the marinated beef before Qu Yun came in the morning: "What should I wear at the age of 28?"

Qu Yun came out of Ling Mo's bedroom and returned to the kitchen: "Dress a little more sportily and energetically. For example...a sweater, or...brother, you must look good in a sweater."

Ling Mo looked back at him and smiled slightly.

"Generally, no one cares about what we wear in the laboratory. If it is a lecture or an academic exchange, it is also a suit shirt. If you wear casual clothes or sweaters, you can only wear them for you to see."

Qu Yun happily replied: "Okay! Let me see! Did you laugh just now?"

"I do not have."

"Hey, you're smiling. It's so pretty when you smile."

It didn't take long for the food to be served, including stir-fried beef with celery, stir-fried local tofu with tempeh and onion, and a pan-fried silver cod.

When he started to eat, Qu Yun stopped talking and saw his mouth chewing and chewing.

He wanted to pick up tofu, but happened to hurt his shoulder, so he snorted softly, and Ling Mo picked up a piece for him.

"You said, I wrote your mission report, and I made what you ate and drank." Ling Mo stretched his fingers over and took the rice grains from the corner of Qu Yun's mouth, "Even the rice grains on your face are mine. Take it down for you, do you belong to me too?"

Qu Yun smiled, and his eyes rolled up: "If you want it, take it! I'm very easy to raise!"

Ling Mo turned his face sideways, and Qu Yun's eyes followed him.

"Brother, are you laughing again?"

"I do not have."

In this way, Qu Yun came to Ling Mo's place every three days to improve his life, and soon recovered from his injuries.

At the same time, the Eckard virus also began to spread in Qu Yun's camp. The medical team responded quickly and began to isolate and observe the camp.

Even Ling Mo put on protective clothing and brought a few graduate students over for inspection.

At this time, Qu Yun was helping to carry one of his teammate out of the room. The other party had already started to have a high fever, his consciousness was blurred, and he was trembling constantly on the stretcher.

The medical staff were nervously about to give him an IV, but he kept waving his arms like he was in a nightmare.

Ordinary medical staff couldn't subdue him at all, and Qu Yun immediately stepped forward to help and seized his arms firmly.

The medical staff who injected him were still young, and had never seen a patient struggling so hard, even the Qing Jing was bulging, and the other party seemed to break free from Qu Yun's shackles and punch him in the face at any time , he subconsciously took half a step back.

"Hurry up! Take advantage of the present!" Qu Yun reminded loudly.

The medical staff finally came back to their senses, but when they got nervous, they stuck the needle into Qu Yun's finger.

"Oh!" Qu Yun frowned.

Ling Mo, who was studying the source of the infection, turned his head. At that moment, the air was calm. He completely ignored the graduate students who were listening to him, and pushed everyone away, almost rushing in front of Qu Yun.

His heart was beating crazily, his breath was frozen in his throat and he couldn't breathe.

He grabbed Qu Yun's hand, blood oozes faintly from the place where he was stabbed, as if Ling Mo's heart had been pierced hard, before this, he had never been frightened.

But now, the strength with which he clasped Qu Yun's wrist has already caused the young man to struggle in pain.

Ling Mo dragged Qu Yun to the sink, rinsed his fingers under running water, and then poured a whole bottle of disinfectant onto his hands, Ling Mo's fingers trembled violently.

The isolation mask made him feel hot, and he wanted to see better, so he pulled the mask off.

The staff who saw this scene rushed over.

"Professor Ling! You can't take off your mask!"

"Get lost!" Ling Mo replied coldly.

He has always been rational, even if he has never been pleasing to anyone, he has never shown his emotions.

The other party was frightened and quickly retreated.

Ling Mo was still washing Qu Yun's fingers.

Obviously this guy has calluses on his hands, how could he pierce the calluses!

The heart beat faster and faster, as if the most important thing was about to be lost again!

Ling Mo suddenly hugged Qu Yun tightly.

He was wrong, he shouldn't stay here persistently, Mr. Song told him to go back, he should go back, take this fool, stay away from here!

The person in his arms raised his hand, hugged Ling Mo, patted him on the back and said, "I'll be fine! Listen to me, the needle just hit me before it touched the patient." It's gone! I'm really going to be fine!"

"You don't understand...you don't understand."

You don't understand, if you tell me today that you are fine, maybe tomorrow I will never see you again.

Ling Mo's face was pressed against Qu Yun's cheek, he raised his hand, and pressed the back of Qu Yun's head to himself.

"I understand. I promise I won't be infected, really...Even if it's for you, I won't be infected." Qu Yun's voice sounded certain.

But Ling Mo sent him to the isolation room himself.

Even if he wasn't stabbed, he didn't want him to touch the outside environment anymore.

He would rather let Qu Yun stay in a safe place in the name of isolation and observation.

Knowing that Ling Mo was worried about him, Qu Yun was very obedient, and went in without too much explanation or protest.

It was boring in the isolation room, and someone would come to take Qu Yun's temperature and test his physical signs regularly.Ling Mo would come in person to take his temperature every time.

"You still don't want to come here to see me! What if you get infected?" Qu Yun sat on the small bed, looking up into Ling Mo's eyes.

"Didn't you say you won't be infected?"

"But there are other quarantined people who may be infected!"

"I'm just taking your temperature."

Qu Yun's eyes widened. Ling Mo liked the look in his eyes very much. In Qu Yun's lively and lively little world, it finally filled him.

Three days later, Qu Yun's body temperature was still within the normal range, and it was really impossible for him to be infected.

"Can I go out?"

"No. To be on the safe side, observe for another two days."

In two more days... the medicine for the treatment of Eka virus will be delivered.

"But, others left in three days."

"Maybe the virus is lurking?"

Ling Mo knew very well that he specially asked Qu Yun to stay here for two more days because he didn't want him to go to the outside world.

There is a lot of chaos there, and everyone is shrouded in fear and anxiety about the virus.

Ling Mo was never afraid of viruses, but if Qu Yun was outside, he would be afraid every second.

He took off the plastic gloves and rubbed Qu Yun's head.

These days, Qu Yun's stubble has grown long and is very soft. Ling Mo couldn't help but pinch the ends of his hair lightly.

"Be good. I'll let you go out in two days."

"Okay." Qu Yun showed a disappointed expression, then smiled and raised his head, "You are so kind to me."

Ling Mo pinched the tip of Qu Yun's nose with his hands, and then left.

Two days later, the Ekavirus vaccine and antiviral drugs produced by the pharmaceutical company under the Juli Group arrived in Country K. Hope finally appeared in this country covered in death and chaos.

Before Qu Yun left the isolation room, special medical staff came to vaccinate him.

"Has everyone been vaccinated?" Qu Yun asked curiously.

"You were the first batch."

Qu Yun was a little surprised. When he turned around, he saw Ling Mo standing outside waiting for him.

He smiled and walked in front of Ling Mo, looking very energetic: "Brother, if you continue to use your privileges like this, I will be embarrassed!"

"You are so thick-skinned, how could you be embarrassed."

Ling Mo walked out with Qu Yun, the sunlight was a bit dazzling, but Qu Yun still covered his eyes and raised his head to look at the sky.

His partner Chen Dayong has already driven to pick him up and report back.

"Hey, congratulations to you and your team for developing a vaccine for the Aika virus. You have conquered it." Qu Yun stepped into the car with one leg, but stopped, and said to Ling Mo.

"There will be other viruses."

"But you saved a lot of people, including me." Qu Yun blinked, sat in, and waved to Ling Mo.

Ling Mo stood there, watching Qu Yun's car turn around at the end of the road.

"I didn't think about saving many people. I just wanted to...not lose you."

A week later, Ling Mo was packing his luggage for leaving country K, and Lao Liang was helping him.

Ling Mo received a call from Qu Yun: "Brother is going back to China? Have a good trip! Ah, no, you're flying! Have a safe trip!"

Ling Mo turned his face with the phone between his hands, and dared to say something when he heard Qu Yun's noisy noise.

"I have a mission! Just now I asked the captain for instructions before I called you! Brother Ling will meet later!"

Ling Mo's fingers trembled, and he was about to say something.The communication on Qu Yun's side ended.

"When will Qu Yun return to China?" Ling Mo asked.

"Huh? Next week?"

"Isn't today his last day on duty?"

"Well, but there will be some formalities later."

"Then let Mr. Song's plane come back next week."

"Hey, you really love your little junior brother. Why don't you show more respect to me as a master, you know how to call and drink all day long."

"Because you depend on me for your salary."

Ling Mo's answer left Lao Liang speechless.

More than an hour later, Ling Mo's cell phone rang. It was an unfamiliar number. He looked at the string of numbers and frowned. After a few seconds, he chose to answer.

"Professor Ling, the Aika virus didn't bother you, this time you won again."

The voice on the other end of the phone was full of laughter and a mockery.

"West, is that what you called to say?"

When Lao Liang heard the name, he immediately showed a serious expression and straightened his back.

"No, I'm calling to tell you that once a person gains something, he must lose something."

Before Ling Mo could open his mouth, the other party hung up, without giving him any time to follow up.

There was an explosion not far away, Ling Mo turned his head to look out the window, and there was smoke and dust pouring into the sky a few hundred meters away.

"Is it West? What did he blow up?"

Ling Mo didn't answer this question. His originally calm eyes became tense the moment he realized something, as if his throat was strangled and he couldn't breathe. The phone fell from his fingers. With that "pop", Ling Mo rushed out.

"Ling Mo! What's the matter!" Lao Liang chased after him.

Ling Mo ran like crazy. He rushed into a car, started it quickly, and drove out.

Lao Liang chased after him, but failed to keep up.

"Ling Mo! Ling Mo, where are you going!"

Ling Mo drove away at a high speed, without giving the others time to respond, Lao Liang hurriedly called and asked someone to follow him.

Ling Mo drove the car into the crowded street, honking the horn all the time, as if all the patience in his life had been exhausted at this moment, his fingers holding the steering wheel were so hard that they turned white.

The place where the explosion was getting closer and closer, but there were more and more people watching, Ling Mo pushed the car door open and rushed down.

He squeezed through the crowd and kept running, the hot wind in his ears was like a blade, the smell of burning in the air and some choking particles sharpened his lungs, and even breathing was a burst of severe pain.

When he finally rushed out, he saw a whole piece of collapsed ruins. Soldiers were maintaining order, the wounded were being put on stretchers, and the bereaved were crying.

Ling Mo couldn't stand still and took half a step back, then rushed over, "Qu Yun——Qu Yun——"

Several soldiers came up to block him: "Sir! Sir, you can't go any further!"

"Where's Qu Yun! Is Qu Yun in there!" Ling Mo asked as he tugged at the collar of one of them.

"He's Professor Ling! He's a researcher of the Aika virus! Let me tell him what's going on!" Qu Yun's captain ran over, "Professor Ling, you can't go there anymore! It will be dangerous!"

"What about others? Is he performing some mission inside?"

"We are all looking for him and Dayong! We are all looking for them!"

"So he's really inside, right?"

Ling Mo's hands trembled even more.

And Lao Liang finally brought people over and stopped Ling Mo.

"Ling Mo! Give this to Captain Lu! Don't waste his time!"

Lao Liang brought Ling Mo to the side of the road. Ling Mo didn't say a word, just stared at the ruins, then took out his phone again and made a call.

A few minutes later, rescue helicopters, excavators and engineers from the Juli Group, which undertook the infrastructure construction here, arrived.

"Ling Mo, may I go back with you and wait for the news?" Lao Liang asked nervously.

But Ling Mo lit a cigarette and stood beside him without saying a word, staring at the ruins with his eyes.

Every minute and every second is torture, as if something is tearing at the nerve, pulling it longer and longer, and it will break at any time.

"Someone! Someone below! Found it! Come and see how to dig!"

This cry made Ling Mo, who had been tense, run over.

"Professor Ling, look! Is this your friend!"

Ling Mo didn't care about the dust at all, and immediately lay down, and saw Qu Yun's side face through the gap. There was blood on his forehead, and his body was pressed in a space. If these stones were accidentally removed, the second collapse would hurt him. to him.

"Qu Yun? Qu Yun!" Ling Mo lay there and called his name loudly.

Qu Yun's eyelids trembled, he glanced at Ling Mo, his throat moved, he wanted to speak but couldn't, but a smile appeared on his mouth, as if to say "I'm not dead yet".

After several hours of rescue, both Qu Yun and Chen Dayong were carried out, and Ling Mo followed the medical staff to the helicopter.

Ling Mo touched Qu Yun's face, it was warm, the other party looked at him with open eyes, bright eyes, as if he had a lot to say.

Ling Mo lowered his head and let out a long breath.

Qu Yun hadn't been in the hospital for three days, but he was alive and well. He sat at the window to bask in the sun every day, but his head was wrapped in a circle of gauze, so it couldn't be hairy anymore, but it was more like the "radish head" in Lao Liang's mouth. ".

"Senior Brother Ling—"

As soon as Ling Mo got out of the car, he heard Qu Yun's voice, and when he looked up, he saw him shaking his arms in excitement.

Ling Mo lowered his eyes, he knew he was smiling.

As soon as he came in with the thermos, Qu Yun jumped back to the hospital bed from the window sill, with the look of "I'm recuperating obediently".

"What's delicious today? I'm starving to death!"

Qu Yun brought the thermos bucket over and opened it impatiently.

"Hey... I used to think that I was the first to find you when your plane crashed, and I had a great sense of accomplishment. Who knew that this time I almost lost my life. It was you who saved me, and I went the other way. I owe you a kindness. This makes me feel ashamed to eat, drink, and report in the future!"

Ling Mo didn't speak, just looked at him like this.

For the first time, he felt that it was good to just look at someone like this.Ling Mo thinks he looks good when he looks happy, excited, foolish, and serious.

It seemed that what had been static began to flow again, and he finally reached another wide place.

"In the future, don't say goodbye to me or meet later."

"What's the matter?" Qu Yun raised his head with a rib in his mouth.

"I have a partner named Yan Jing. He was undercover in the 'Black Sparrow'. When I graduated from high school, I was taken to an island by the Black Sparrow, and Yan Jing was responsible for covering me and carrying out my orders. After he completed the information for me After the teleportation, he said to me 'It will be a while, it's an honor to meet you', and then... I never saw him again. I once hacked into Juli Group's system, and wanted to know if he was doing something again There are other tasks, but I see his file is a blue sign, indicating that he is dead."

"Are you afraid... I said goodbye to you later?"

"Goodbye can easily turn into never seeing each other again, and a later date is like implying that there will be no later date...or a rigorous later date refers to whether it is Einstein or the richest man in the world, the end point of all of us is the same."

In this case, Ling Mo never told anyone before, and he will never tell anyone else again.

"Brother, do you really want me to never perform missions again and live a stable and peaceful life?" Qu Yun asked holding the thermos.

"I would, but I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to take away from your life the meaning you hold dear."

"Brother, you are so kind." Qu Yun grinned.

"Where's the good?"

"In the eyes of others, maybe you are a high mountain, capped by heavy snow. But in my eyes, you are like a waterfall."

"is it?"

"Magnificent."

"That's used to describe the sea."

"Be firm and decisive, leaving no way out."

Qu Yun looked at Ling Mo seriously.

"I will write my own report in the future."

"Ah...don't be like this! I didn't say anything bad about you!"

"You are very talented, you don't need me."

"I have no literary talents, I am useless!"

Qu Yun put down the thermos and threw himself at Ling Mo.

Ling Mo's heart tightened at that moment, as if thousands of troops rushed through the gap, it was about to burst.

"You don't write the report for me - I'm going to die!"

Ling Mo raised his hand and hugged him.

"Then if I were the waterfall, you would be the sea."

"Okay, okay! If you say I am the ocean, I am the ocean, if you say I am a small bubble, I am a small bubble!"

Because if you are the sea, then the waterfall that leaves no retreat will belong.

A week later, Qu Yun was discharged from the hospital and was finally able to return to China.Before returning to China, he invited Ling Mo to a small restaurant for dinner.

Ling Mo arrived early, not because he was used to arriving early, but because he felt that watching Qu Yun walk towards him was a very happy thing.

The restaurant owner and his wife were leaning together, Carpenter's "Yesterday Reappeared" was playing on the record player, and Qu Yun was watching Ling Mo running over waving his hands.

Everything in the past is like a glimpse in Ling Mo's mind, but it is very deep.

Some people make him warm, some people make him firm, and some people make him learn to trust others.

Someone else, let him wait for his approach.

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