The invulnerability of fast wear

A small square table, two sets of lunch boxes, two people, and a lamp.

Between the clinking of bowls and chopsticks, there was the occasional sound of pages being turned, and there was a table of snow-white documents. The handwriting was black and red, and it was a man's random notes.

At this moment, his white coat was draped over the back of the chair. After a few mouthfuls of food, he wiped his hands with the folded napkin. He stacked up the empty lunch boxes neatly, and lowered his head to draw pictures that only he could understand—in short, the knowledge of pharmacology Yan Song, who knew nothing about school, couldn't understand it at all.

But this did not prevent him from observing the people working opposite.

This person writes formulas or ideas fluently on the paper with a pen. Occasionally, when he stops thinking, he will unconsciously press the tip of the pen against his chin, and his teeth will be slightly clenched, looking very serious. .

The man can't say how good-looking he is, the only thing that shines is the eyes that seem to hide a lighthouse - in fact, Yan Song thinks it is a kind of contempt to judge this man only by his appearance, because the other party's behavior style and super ability To be completely the leader of one side may not be powerful enough to compete with supernatural beings, but in the field that belongs to him alone, whether it is connections or popularity, he is enough to be king.

The reason why Yan Song kept this man, apart from his initial desire to get back his own toys, was also vaguely derived from his natural admiration for the strong when he was young, even though he has now become the actual ruler of the second base However, the admiration for this man has not faded, but has been strengthened with a deeper understanding.

"Put the lunch box in the bag."

The man glanced at the idle young man in front of him with his corner of the eye as a commentary:

"I'll bring it up later."

Yan Song obediently put the empty lunch box that the two of them had eaten into a bag, got up and went to the refrigerator to take out two boxes of ice cream, habitually put the strawberry one in front of the man, he knocked on the table, and said softly:

"Father, the experiment time is not over yet. It's not good to start doing your own thing so early."

Wu Xie didn't make unnecessary resistance on such a trivial matter. He coded the data pages one by one according to the number, and picked up a small spoon to eat with a round box.

After taking two sips, the man frowned. Yan Song was very sensitive to this man's reaction. He raised his eyelids and saw that the other party's lips were tightly pursed, obviously waiting for the ice cream to melt in his mouth - but this expression was really cute. It doesn't come out that it's eating dessert, but it's like drinking a surprisingly bitter traditional Chinese medicine.

Yan Song suddenly remembered that he never seemed to know what Wu Xie liked to eat.

"Father, don't you like sweets?" he asked.

"Ah."

The man dug out a circle of growth ring marks on the surface of the ice cream. No matter what he did, he was very attentive. Although the taste of sweets did not please him, he still maintained a fast eating speed.

Yan Song bit the spoon and looked at him, suddenly said:

"Father's box looks tastier."

The man paused slightly, and his unfriendly eyes fell on the other's face.

The young man didn't feel the slightest embarrassment of being watched, he leaned over and softened his voice, his diamond-shaped eyes narrowed like a spoiled child, and said in a low voice:

"feed me."

Wu Xie hesitated for a moment.

For some reason, when the other party made this request, another voice popped up in his mind - that was when Yan Song said "not sweet enough" after eating candied dates.

At that time, he obviously could only see geometric color blocks, but somehow felt that the picture in front of him overlapped perfectly with that time.

He was in a daze, and the young man was not in a hurry, he just lowered his head patiently, his eyelashes faintly fanned out by the light.

Finally, Wu Xie silently scooped out a spoonful of pink ice cream and put it on the young man's lips. Then he saw the man turn his head slightly. Those amber stone-like pupils stared at him. The taste of the rustle, leaving two teeth marks.

With the ice cream in his mouth, the man suddenly smiled at him.

The unique vigor and innocence of young people dazzled Wu Xie. Yan Song really has a very good appearance advantage. His facial features are exquisite and quite heroic. It is not too much to describe it as handsome. With the satiety like a big cat, it looks very cute.

Wu Xie felt that he was probably crazy.

Three mouthfuls and two mouthfuls emptied the sweets in the box, the man quickly put away the documents, picked up the garbage bag and planned to leave, but just as he was about to go out, the young man with long arms and legs suddenly grabbed a corner of his white coat from behind like a baby , Imprisoning people in his arms with a single stroke.

Wu Xie was startled, and before he had time to ask, the other party smiled and pressed his forehead against his... Then, he saw the young man's originally happy smile melt at the corner of his mouth, replaced by a gloomy expression full of anger.

"You have a fever?!"

Wu Xie didn't feel anything about it. He raised his hand to caress his forehead, and sure enough, he felt a hot spot, probably due to the refreshing potion. If it wasn't for Yan Song's sudden post, he wouldn't even know that he had a fever.

"If there's nothing else to do." The man said, "I'll go first."

His arm was suddenly pulled, and Yan Song's expression was so gloomy that it was comparable to dark clouds:

"Are you going to take a burn to do the experiment?"

"Ah."

The man broke free from the shackled arms and was about to leave with a cane between his arms, but the other party fiercely dragged him back. In a whirlwind, he was actually carried onto his shoulder by this man!

When the metal rod fell to the ground with a clatter, Wu Xie turned pale with shock. After struggling for a long time, he was thrown on the sofa with the materials. When he loosened his arms, the manuscript paper flew everywhere like snowflakes.

The man who hadn't been slowed down by the god's cold and gloomy gaze suddenly felt that the situation was not good. The other party stared at him intently, without giving the slightest room to escape, and said condescendingly:

"Take off your clothes."

Hearing the words, the man stood up abruptly, with his injured leg slightly propped on the ground, trying to stabilize his figure, his expressionless face seemed to be frozen with a layer of frost at this moment, and the aura imbued by his long-standing position was no less than that of the one in front of him. young people.

He articulated clearly and answered in a straight voice:

"Step aside."

"I didn't block you either." The young man smiled angrily, "If you want to leave, just leave."

The man immediately squatted down to collect the materials, he was very fast, Yan Song looked down at the other person's relentless movements, and suddenly felt an unknown fire in his heart - in this man's heart, there was no one or anything worth his energy to study, Except for the so-called anti-disease drugs, and the extremely hypocritical ideal of "for the well-being of mankind", he never puts other things in his eyes, including himself, they are all objects that can be sacrificed.

Yan Song knew this person had such a personality long ago, but the strangest thing is that the person involved didn't care about it, but he could always grit his teeth in anger at the other party's behavior of ruining himself, wishing to punch him down To destroy something to release his unhappiness, he had to "watch" this person all the time, for fear that this person would suddenly die somewhere he didn't know.

But now, he finally couldn't bear it anymore.

Grabbing the man's collar and lifting it up, Yan Song slammed the man back to the sofa. A force of gravity made the man unable to move. He turned to look for alcohol.

Kneeling on one knee on the soft cushion, he didn't even look at the man's expression, and as soon as he lifted off the man's thin white coat, he saw the man meticulously buttoned from the collar to the last shirt.

Impatiently undoing it, he tore it casually, and the pearly white button burst out instantly, rolling into the gap between the coffee table and the sofa.

"Yan Song!"

The very warning words came from the man's mouth:

"Watch your behavior."

He was obviously so angry by this sudden outburst that he was trembling all over. Even so, he tried his best to suppress his anger with excellent upbringing. Yan Song also stopped his movements because of the warning, and looked down. he.

Due to the lack of natural light all year round, this man's snow-white cheeks were faintly reddish, his sword eyebrows trembled slightly due to restraint, the arched eyebrows were sharp and beautiful, and his eyes were shining, as if the moon was hidden inside— —From now on, he has never seen such an expression on the other side, which is unexpected... Attractive.

"Why is father disobedient." Yan Song's gaze softened, "What if you suddenly die somewhere I can't see?"

After hearing this, Wu Xie suddenly fell silent, and his overwhelming anger seemed to be extinguished by some information contained in it, leaving only an unfathomable calm and indifference.

Yan Song was puzzled by the other party's changed attitude, but in the silence, he heard the man's cool voice:

"What nonsense."

Stretching out his hands to close the neckline, Wu Xie smiled inexplicably:

"Aren't you 'watching' all the time?"

The young man's face suddenly changed.

He stared closely at the expressionless man below him, his lips quivered, but he didn't say anything after all, he just stubbornly opened the alcohol bottle, dipped cotton in the liquid and stretched forward—when his fingertips were about to touch the man's chest, But he was stopped by this person without hesitation.

Wu Xie said:

"Don't do useless things."

"...It's not useless." Holding the corner of the other party's torn clothes, the young man whispered, "I just don't want you to die."

It seemed to be silent for a long time, and it seemed that it was only for a moment. Yan Song first felt a few cool fingertips gently covering the top of his head, and then, the hand that took the scalpel, touched the gun, and pulled the trigger was gently covered. Between his tiny hair twirls.

The man's fingertips are covered with white calluses, which are not delicate, but are rare and generous, exuding a kind of tenderness beyond the cold skin.

The pupils of the young man dilated slightly in surprise, and suddenly met the man's gaze.

This may be something they have never thought of.

They met in the violent and long torture, but there was a day when they shook hands and made peace.

"Do you think I'm pitiful?"

In such consolation, the young man showed an extremely sad smile:

"After being treated like that by you, you still turn your head to be grateful to the enemy?"

"Tell me the truth, Wu Xie."

Without waiting for any reaction from the man, Yan Song held down that hand, his eyes turned cold instantly:

"If possible, I really want to kill you—it's not that I don't suffer, I just don't want to care about it. After all, you have saved my life. Although living is more uncomfortable than dying, in the end, I survived. And still alive and well, that's enough."

"I don't have any great ideals of saving suffering, but I am a tolerant person. I can forgive you and even allow you to continue your experiments, not because of those ridiculous heroisms, but because I am strong enough." Bind the man's wrist into In his arms, he leaned over, "You can't imagine what kind of monster you created, have you tried this kind of taste? Standing on the highest place and looking down at all living beings, the flow of people is smaller than ants, thin and long , as if it can be broken with one foot, I see you, this is the feeling."

"Father, I respectfully call you Father because you created me." The diamond-shaped eyes slightly curved, and the light refracted golden-brown arcs, "Without you, I wouldn't be 'one in a million', nor would I. I couldn’t survive the ruins alone, and I thank you for making me who I am now—it doesn’t mean I don’t hate you, but it doesn’t mean I want you dead either.”

"Please live well." He grabbed the man's wrist and kissed, "Even if it's not for me, think about your project and team... After all, I left them for you."

"……I see."

This response, born from silence, contained a little sigh of compromise.

Yan Song saw that the man took off his white coat without delay, and then pulled away the torn shirt. His crisp and neat movements were all handsome in his eyes—only after touching the man's hot skin , he unconsciously let go of some inappropriate thoughts, and honestly used alcohol to physically cool down.

Wu Xie still has a solid idea of ​​his physical condition. His high fever was mainly caused by the exacerbation of tuberculosis which turned into pneumonia, and... an accident during an experiment some time ago.

He was scratched by the test subject.

Although there was no problem with the test at the time, it seems that he may have won the lottery now. Looking at his illness comprehensively, he is dying anyway. Fortunately, the third incident has reached a high degree of completion of 90%, and the first phase of clinical trials has also been successful. If there is no problem in the period, he will be able to leave this world.

It's just that I didn't expect to hear Yan Song say such words before leaving.

He maintained his superficial calm, silently allowing the other party to move, and sighed with sourness in his heart.

After wiping off the alcohol, the man looked at the torn shirt and fell into deep thought. Fortunately, Yan Song wasn't so mad that he just put on a white coat before going out.

He casually grabbed a black shirt from the closet and put it on. The two were similar in shape, but after all Yan Song was young and his waist was thin. Wu Xie always felt a little tight. I saw Song Wei leaning against the corridor with a nervous expression, as if she was waiting for someone.

She smelled of tar and tobacco all over her body, and she had obviously smoked a lot when she came.

As soon as she saw him coming out, the woman immediately stood up straight, and the vigor she had seen at first had been smoothed away. Although she was still energetic on the surface, she was completely different from the beginning on the inside.

His mood got worse, Wu Xie threw away the trash and planned to go back to the conference room, trying to pretend he didn't see him, but the woman caught up with him in a few steps, grabbed him by the corner of his clothes and quickly let go, showing a tired expression:

"Dr. Wu."

She had lost all the arrogance she had before, and there was an uncontrollable depression between her brows. Wu Xie looked at the woman in front of him, although he vaguely guessed the other party's intention, he still held his breath in his heart, and didn't want to do what the other party wanted.

他 说:

"There is a meeting this afternoon, let's go first."

"Dr. Wu, please wait a moment!" Seeing that the other party was about to leave, Song Wei hurriedly followed, "I, I won't delay you for a long time. I really have no choice but to leave this matter to you..."

Seeing that the man didn't turn his head back, she gritted her teeth, stood in the corridor and said loudly:

"I, I want to see Dr. Wu!"

The man stopped in his tracks, his slightly narrowed eyes projected a cold gaze, which made people feel thorns on their backs and chills down their spines.

"She's dead." With the calmness he tried to maintain in his tone, he said, "Please go back."

"I'm sorry...but, I really want to see her..."

A few steps away, the woman's eyes were red, and she tightened her mouth to try to hide her true emotions, but when she opened her mouth, two lines of tears shed without warning.

"I know she's there, I haven't seen her in a long time."

"But I can't get in..."

"Dr. Wu."

The woman almost knelt down, her fingers crossed to cover the expression on her face, she choked with sobs, and spoke words of pleading in a gesture she had never done before.

"Please...Give me a chance...I'm going to apologize, I want to see her...I haven't even had it yet, say goodbye to her..."

If possible, Wu Xie really doesn't want to talk to her.

But he still didn't reject Song Wei after all.

He saw his own shadow in this person.

Somewhere deep in my heart, there is also such a him, begging all the time, the unnecessary redemption and forgiveness of the world.

But compared to him, Song Wei is undoubtedly lucky.

At least she reveals her guilt and doesn't have to worry about the OOC value.

The B6 floor is the most mysterious and heavily guarded place in the entire research institute. This is the repository for the remains of people who have made "outstanding contributions" to the base since the end of the day.

The people who can lie here are all influential figures who have influenced the development of the base and even the world. With the deepening of brain research, they will eventually become the first batch of beneficiaries of the "brain resurrection" plan.

And now, Wu Tong has become one of them.

When bringing Song Wei in, Wu Xie felt a little tight in his chest.

He thought that perhaps it was because of recalling the not-so-good past that he was a little depressed now.

When Song Wei put on the glasses she had "stroked" from Wu Tong and looked at the corpse kept in the refrigerated coffin, he suddenly felt nauseated, followed by a dull pain, which gradually came from the depths of his brain. Diffusion outward.

Song Wei stroked the refrigerated coffin, staring at the people inside without moving.

This person seems to have lost some weight, but his features are serene, as if he was just asleep. He may open his eyes and stare at her at any time, showing his previous haughty expression, telling her to open the ice coffin quickly, otherwise she will look good after going out. .

She began to understand why some people choose to keep their lover's body after death, because when this person just "falls asleep" like this, just looking at it will also give people a kind of vain comfort, and the long-lost The sense of security is also slowly returning—even if the world is lonely, she will never abandon you again.

"Sorry……"

She stroked the cold isolation board carefully, and said in a cautious tone:

"I miss you so much."

The sound of gurgling water filled his ears noisily, and Wu Xie found that he couldn't quite hear what Song Wei was saying to the person in the ice coffin. His gradually blurred vision finally made him realize something was wrong—he subconsciously He wiped his face, but his hands were wet.

When he looked down, his palm was covered in black blood.

...Damn chicken.

When the dizziness hit, Wu Xie thought to himself—as expected, he was still under the influence of NITR.