Double ten

On the outskirts of Wucheng, in a secluded village, in a simple small pavilion, the afterglow of the setting sun, the orange-red sunset shines on the open window on the second floor, where someone is sitting at a desk in front of the window, staring at the computer intently, Crackling clicks on the keyboard.

"Xiaofeng, it's time to eat!" Walking up the wooden steps, carrying steaming food and wearing an apron around his waist, the extraordinary-looking man said to him.

"Well, good." The man replied, still sitting there typing on the keyboard quickly, without any intention of getting up.

The food was laid out on the small square table in the center. Seeing that the man didn't move, the man was angry and helpless. He was familiar with such a scene, so he walked over and pressed the save button, pulled away the man's hand, and closed the computer .

He happened to be struggling hard, but when he was interrupted, the man was displeased, frowned, and protracted his tone, "Learn... grow..."

"No need to discuss, let's eat first." The man picked up the computer and walked towards the small square table, not looking at his pitiful little eyes.

The man was so angry that he thumped the desk and howled like a wolf, "Aooooooo..."

When it was over, he rushed over to pick up the bowl and resigned himself to eating. Because he ate in a hurry, he coughed desperately. The man was in a hurry, so he patted him on the back and blamed him, "Can you slow down? No one will snatch you."

"Who told you not to write for me, I'm still a little bit finished." Pouted, the man accused him of 'improper' behavior.

When he stopped coughing, the man picked up the chopsticks and picked vegetables for him, "Xiaofeng, I know you are in a hurry to write, but your body can't stand such a toss."

He knows this.The man with protruding veins held the bowl in his hand and took a sip of porridge. He swallowed it with difficulty for a while, and said slowly, "If I don't write in a hurry, I'm afraid I won't have time."

He was Mu Feng who was discharged from the hospital, that man was none other than Xia Chengfeng.

After being dazed for a while, the man raised his hand to wipe off the porridge from the corner of his mouth, opened his lips lightly, and told him and himself, "No hurry, I have time."

"Yeah." How did you forget that he was more nervous than yourself?Smiling at him, Mu Feng lowered his head and ate the porridge with difficulty.

Now it's not only difficult to eat, but also a certain nerve tissue is involved in speaking, and his throat hurts when he speaks. He didn't say this, for fear that the person would worry.

He didn't say anything, but he couldn't hide it from Xia Chengfeng.Not to mention that Yang Jin came for a check-up every three days, but just that every time he opened his mouth, his eyebrows were tugged, and he understood the reason.

If he doesn't tell, he won't ask.Asking Yang Jin privately, Yang Jin spread his hands helplessly. After that, he tried to speak as little as possible, so that the pain he suffered would be relieved a lot.

The things he can do for him, as time goes by, become less and less.

Can you go slower, no matter how slow, it is best to have 48 hours in a day, no, count seconds as hours, 86400 hours in a day, it will be fine.

He just wants him to be with him, why is it so difficult?

We have known each other for a month, and we have seen each other for the first time in many years. In less than a year, we will say goodbye forever.

God really played a great joke on him, made him fall in love with it, and then ruthlessly took it away. Where did he go and where did he find it?

The heart given out cannot be taken back.

To love someone for a lifetime, no more, no less is just right.

Cherish the present moment, and don't want to do anything else.Xia Chengfeng laughed at himself and shook his head, and quietly accompanied Mu Feng to eat.

The matter of Mufeng's advanced gastric cancer is not a secret. When it was first reported, many people speculated that it was to suppress the messy video with his nephew. But soon, someone checked the hospital information and confirmed that it was true. The video became very popular. , began to slowly dissipate, and everyone's attention was drawn to his illness.

He is actually a writer. Except for the circle and readers, few people know about him, but because of Xia Chengfeng's identity as a director and the boss of Fengcheng Film Company, he can't escape the public's attention no matter what.

Mu Feng noticed this and decided not to continue to receive useless treatment. He didn't even dare to stay in his hometown. Yang Xia Chengfeng found this remote place to spend the rest of his life.

This place is really good, quiet and beautiful, without being disturbed by the outside world, it is very suitable for his temperament that does not get involved in everything.

The two elders of the Xia family haven't seen each other since that day, and I don't know how Xia Chengfeng persuaded him. In fact, Xia Chengfeng was also puzzled by this question. He, after he leaves, after a long time, he will forget about him, and when he gets married and has children, he will still live as usual.

The two elders have done their wishful thinking carefully, but there is a saying that "man's calculation is not as good as heaven's calculation", they are destined to spend their lives in anticipation and disappointment.

Xia Chengfeng secretly handed over the affairs of Fengcheng Films to his younger brother. Xia Yunfeng seemed cynical, but his shrewd brain cells were not lacking at all. In just a few days, he sorted out the company's affairs, and made an appointment with Sun Yan With the assistance of his brother, he managed the affairs entrusted to him by his brother in an orderly manner.

The company was handed over by hand, and Xia Chengfeng stayed with Mufeng wholeheartedly. He was not with his lover all day long, or went to the kitchen to fiddle with traditional Chinese medicine and mix it into meals.

Mu Feng gave up, but he didn't.

But when Mu Feng's illness broke out, he couldn't do anything about it anyway. When he saw the person he liked huddling and rolling in pain, a 40-year-old tough man also shed tears silently.

It is said that "a man does not flick his tears lightly", when the love is strong, who cares about these tears?

"Xiaofeng!" Eating well, it hurts when it hurts, and it doesn't give people a chance to prepare.Xia Chengfeng hugged the huddled man fiercely, hating himself for having suffered on his behalf.

His whole body was shaking like a sieve, Mu Feng bit his lip, and a weak voice floated out, "I, I'm fine..."

Just get over it, this is temporary, he can bear it, he still has his life to meet the person he wants to see.

"Xiao An... Is there any news about Xiao An?" This is the first time he has asked, he can't remember clearly, and now he can't remember things even more.

Xia Chengfeng, who was holding him, froze, and then said, "...not yet."

Suffering from the pain, Mu Feng no longer asked any more questions, but moved into his arms, greedily absorbing the warmth from his body.It's not the senior's fault, he knows Xiao An is hiding and playing hide-and-seek with him.

After a long struggle, he was sweating profusely. Xia Chengfeng stored warm water to wipe him and changed his clothes. He was so tired that he fell asleep. Come out and meet Uncle, okay..."

He was afraid that if he waited any longer, he would not be able to wait.

Xia Chengfeng guessed his thoughts and the implication behind them. When he woke up from the shock, his nose was sore and his eyes were full of torrents.

"Have you found it?" It was the 321st call to Sun Yan about Ryan's whereabouts in two months.

On the other end was Sun Yan's nervous voice, "Yet, I haven't found it yet..."

"Keep looking, and call me whenever you need it."

"Okay, Mr. Xia."

Still no, where the hell did Ryan go?The people sent out, the surveillance, the ticket station, the supermarket... I checked everything that should be checked. In a small urban area, I left the hospital, passed more than a dozen intersections, and turned three streets. I couldn't find it. None of them were seen.

Where will you go?Is it out of the city?

It should not be monitored.

If you really leave the urban area, the search area will be larger, and it will be even more difficult to find.

Not letting go of any suspicious places, Xia Chengfeng took out his mobile phone and dialed to inform him.

"Man will conquer nature, and everything depends on man."

After the human labor is over, leave the rest to God.

Another half a month later, there was no trace of Ryan, and Mu Feng was living only by tenacious willpower.

Xia Chengfeng saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart.He knows that some fates cannot be undone.

Mu Feng's body, which would collapse in the wind, was no longer suitable for sitting at the desk. He was lying or leaning on the bed all day long. Sometimes Xia Chengfeng would carry him out for a walk, watching the people in the village harvest yellow and orange fruits.

When meeting them, the simple people in the village would greet them warmly, and after more than two months, they became very familiar.

The two called each other brothers with different surnames. People in the village saw that they had a good relationship, and they were very curious at first. Later, they found out about Mu Feng's illness, so they closed their mouths together. Send the unfinished fruits and vegetables to the two 'brothers' and let them try something new.

The village doesn't understand the way in the city. Apart from doing farm work, it's children and women who are hot on the kang, entertainment news, how can it be more important than filling their stomachs?

No one noticed that this was the reason why Mu Xia and the others could stay here with peace of mind.

After going out for a half circle, Mu Feng said that he was tired, so Xia Chengfeng had to carry him back.

Back in the small attic, Mu Feng felt a little more energetic, and had to code words if he didn't sleep.

Xia Chengfeng felt like a gnat in his throat, dare this person yell that he wants to sleep or write something when he comes back?

He didn't understand what this person was writing so desperately for?

He pressed the man's hand holding the computer, and there was a faint fire in his eyes.

"That..." The air pressure in the room dropped suddenly, Mu Feng swallowed his saliva, and blinked at him, "I just thought of a particularly interesting plot, I have to write it down."

Casting a look of "you understand", he was full of expectation, and gently took his hand as thin as a bone in his direction.

As soon as he moved, Xia Chengfeng, who was stunned, reacted. He picked up the computer suddenly, and was about to fall out with a wave of his hand. Mu Feng shouted anxiously, "Don't..."

"Cough cough..." He couldn't stop coughing because he was too anxious, and his heart was affected. The deep and hoarse voice shuttled back and forth across the eaves, shaking the wooden walls to "buzz" and tremble slightly.

The man coughed desperately, but couldn't stop.

The feeling of coughing out his heart and lungs made Xia Chengfeng flustered and regretted. He blamed himself for helping the man, and cursed himself for being useless. The computer that caused the crime had been thrown aside long ago, and he took the initiative to "face the wall and think about the past" up.

If the computer can talk, it must say: "What can I do, I am also very helpless!"

Of course, it won't say, only being "bullied".

Besides, Mu Feng's cough was earth-shattering, which made people feel anxious, until he coughed up thick black blood, and then slowly stopped, and the cough stopped.

Looking at the foreign body, Xia Chengfeng's eyes turned red, even though he was guilty, the anger in his heart continued to rise, "Isn't it just to write an article, as for making you so excited, you even want to die?"

"Isn't it just writing a text?" Repeated several times, pulling the corners of his mouth, Mu Feng shook his head, his pale face was filled with different emotions, "It's not just writing!"

"Do you know why I focused on hilarious and light-hearted articles after I wrote "Picking Nightmare"?" He asked, Xia Chengfeng thought for a moment, guessed several possible reasons, and was denied by himself one by one.

In his opinion, Mu Feng writes with experience, and the strong sadness revealed between the words is just like his whole person. He thought that such a person would always follow the path of sadness when writing, but he did not expect that, except for " Picking up nightmares", he never wrote be again.

"Can't guess it?" Mu Feng scratched his nose and punished him, not to mention how proud he was, it was short of writing "I'm smart, praise me" on his face.

Seeing how arrogant you are, then I'll let you chatter again.Xia Chengfeng said something casually, expecting his surprised expression, "Follow the market demand?"

Living up to expectations, Mu Feng smiled with crooked eyebrows, and his sick little face also had a somewhat touching expression, "Ang, you guessed wrong!"

"Why?" The curious baby asked, Xia Chengfeng sat down beside him, and raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth.

Letting him play around, Mu Feng stared at him who was close at hand, and said with a small mouth, "Because it can make more people happy."