【Rebirth】Late Cool

It is now 01:30 in the morning, the night sky in this city will not be completely black, no matter what time it is, it is always full of noisy khaki, as if the sky has rusted and died soon.

Zhou Xiangwan was struggling in the nightmare.He hurts.

He was not dead when he was run over by a car, the overwhelming pain invaded every nerve in him, every bellows breath he breathed with his mouth open was full of blood foam, he twisted and twitched just wanting to die quickly, and then was crushed for the second time...

Can I still be saved?

Zhou Xiangwan thought while looking at the beautiful yellow sky outside the window.

In the next second, he met Wu Liang's eyes, which glowed faintly under the light of the small orange lamp.

Zhou Xiangwan was caught in the dark. As a running dog of dialectical materialism, he didn't believe in the existence of the afterlife, but other than this, what else could explain the appearance of a long-dead friend in front of you?

"Wu Liang, why are you here?" Zhou Xiangwan opened his mouth, and found that his voice was hoarse and terrifying.

Wu Liang lowered his eyes and slowly raised his arms. Zhou Xiangwan found himself still holding Wu Liang's hand unconsciously.He let go of it embarrassingly, feeling some stiffness and soreness in his five fingers.

Wu Liang got up slowly, poured a glass of water for Zhou Xiangwan, handed it to him, and began to drink after he took it, then said: "The doctor said that you are in good health, but the reason for your sudden behavior is not clear, and you will return tomorrow." You need to check it carefully. Qian Meng went to get you clothes and will be back later."

"Are you leaving after he comes back?"

Zhou Xiangwan didn't know why he asked this question when he had so many questions to ask.

Wu Liang gave him a strange look, nodded, and asked after a while: "President Zhou, do you need anything else?"

Zhou Xiangwan stared blankly at the snow-white quilt, and suddenly thought of a possibility that could reasonably explain everything in front of him.

"Well, can you hold my phone for me?"

The moment he got the phone, Zhou Xiangwan already knew the answer. The red color of the iPhone 7 pierced his eyes, and there was nothing wrong with it. The problem was that it was a phone that Zhou Xiangwan had used several years ago.

周向晚的心跳越跳越快，他勉强保持镇定解开锁屏——2017年9月15号1点45分。

When I die is July 2027, 7.

How is this going?It's not scientific.

Zhou Xiangwan raised his head and confirmed to Wu Liang word by word: "Wu Liang, is it September of 17?"

Wu Liang was startled by Zhou Xiangwan's nervous eyes, and sensitively sensed that something was wrong with the dandy's soul, but he didn't show it, but sat on the chair without saying a word after nodding his head.

This should not be a game, Wu Liang is indeed dead, and his funeral was organized by my own hands, but how is this possible?

Zhou Xiangwan rubbed his face irritably, desperately wanting to smoke a cigarette, at this moment, Qian Meng pushed open the door of the ward.

"Young Master Zhou, you're awake. How do you feel? Where does it hurt?"

Zhou Xiangwan didn't answer him, he was annoyed when he saw Qian Meng's bearded face, and even more annoyed when he heard him speak.

At this time Wu Liang stood up: "Mr. Zhou, Mr. Qian, if there is nothing else, I will go back first."

"Yes, yes, yes, thanks to Mr. Wu, I really don't know what to do without you... Shall I send you off?"

Wu Liang was really not very good at this kind of politeness, so he declined with embarrassment: "No, my car is here."

Zhou Xiangwan knew that Wu Liang was not used to pretending to be close to strangers, so he interrupted Qian Meng's approaching words: "Wu Liang, thank you this time, you can go first, next time I will treat you to dinner."

"Okay." Wu Liang nodded, opened the door and went out.

"Hey, Mr. Wu is really interesting." Qian Meng pulled away the stool that Wu Liang had been sitting on before, and sat down on Zhou Xiangwan's bedside with his waist lowered. Well, the scene was very out of control at that time, Mr. Wu calmed down the big guy's face, and ordered me to carry you in the car and drive to the hospital, and you too, why did you catch him so tightly, two doctors couldn't break your claws off , In the end, he didn’t say anything, just sat next to you and waited for you to wake up. He didn’t even play on his mobile phone, so he didn’t have much concentration. If he didn’t like talking, he might be able to go out with me for a drink or something. .”

Qian Meng's speech has a characteristic, that is, he doesn't like to add punctuation.

I am so worried.

"Mengmeng, shut up," Zhou Xiangwan feebly stopped Qian Meng's machine gun bombardment, spliced ​​up his scattered nerves, and finally had the strength to give orders: "Go, find the newspapers from the past month."

"What type?"

"All."

"Where can I find it in the middle of the night? In this way, I will give you an app and you can watch it yourself first, and I will bring it to you tomorrow."

"Then you go back first, you don't have to go to work after delivering the newspaper tomorrow, take a good rest."

"Hey, brother, you're welcome. I'll just stay here and don't talk. Just tell me what you want."

Zhou Xiangwan checked the time, and it was indeed too late to go back, so he sent Qian Meng to sleep in the next bed, took out his cigarette and hid in the aisle to smoke.

The pungent tobacco smell finally woke Zhou Xiangwan up. He leaned against the ventilation window at the corner, and the Milky Way was full of moonlight. Zhou Xiangwan stretched out his hand as if to touch it.

Ten years ago, I was still an idle prince who was doing nothing.

Zhou Xiangqing is dead.

Xiao Jinhe went abroad.

But his daddy stud wasn't dead yet.

He did not marry Zhao Rong as his wife.

Wu Liang...is still there.