The invulnerability of fast wear

Wu Xie rushed into the room by banging on the door.

The boy was still comatose beside the bed, he took the lead to check the temperature on the forehead of the other party, and after feeling the hot spot, he had no time to take off the suit he wore for dinner, straightened the boy upright, and ran into the bathroom grabbing something to wash. After a pass, when he came out, he covered the other party's forehead with a wet towel.

Wu Xie didn't understand how the boy could have such a serious fever while sitting at home. He put the thermometer back on the boy's collar, quickly found the medicine box from the locker, and lined up medicinal alcohol, tweezers, cotton, etc. , the man's hand had just reached into the other's waist, and he suddenly stopped.

He looked at Yin Bai, who had been leaning against the door from the beginning to the end, with an indifferent expression.

"Young Master Bai." The doctor seemed to have just remembered the existence of the other party, and wiped his hands calmly with a large quilt, "Thank you tonight."

"Doctor Wu is so light." The man concealed a trace of impatience that flashed in his eyes, and his tone was very light, "So many things have happened, are you just saying thank you?"

Wu Xie paused for a while, then turned around and said seriously:

"Besides, I will go back and think carefully about Young Master Bai's suggestion of continuing employment."

The other party seemed not as satisfied as he imagined, the man smiled, and nothing but coldness could be seen in the gray eyes with smooth brows, as if a certain kind of patience had reached its limit.

"Is that why you think about it?" He said, the corners of Kai Kai's lips never even curved, "You don't even plan to give time?"

"So, Young Master Bai thinks it's appropriate to think about it for a few days?" The doctor said calmly.

"A Xie." Yin Bai finally smiled again, and his tall body approached, "You are truly loved by my husband——All my patience, like my husband's, may have been used on you."

Wu Xie looked at him blankly, moved his hands back a few times, and quietly turned the area where he had wiped his palms to cover Yin Song, and took a step back with great momentum, his thin lips grinned slightly:

"Should I say thank you for taking care of me?"

"Maybe." Yin Bai didn't retreat, his tone was low and ambiguous, "Before twelve o'clock tonight, I hope to see Dr. Wu's answer—an answer that satisfies us both."

They stared at each other for a long time, Wu Xie first pulled away to tidy up the alcohol cotton, his voice was no longer polite before, and became cold and hard again:

"Understood, I won't send it away."

This kind of performance seemed to be in the man's arms. The other party showed no displeasure at all, but smiled and quietly left Yin Song's room, and even closed the door thoughtfully.

The doctor, who was still very stubborn just now, turned around in an instant, quickly lifted the quilt, and pressed the young man's wet waist with trembling hands... Then he raised his hand, and his palm was already soaked in blood like a rose flower.

Yin sent him off and was shot.

……

Consciousness was dimly concentrated on the side of the waist, as if something had penetrated into the flesh, and the turbulent wet liquid dripped down the cold ceramic surface, and the limbs below the waist seemed to no longer belong to him, and even curled up his toes. less than.

He found that he was not sleeping on the bed, but lying in a cold and hard container with only a thin soft blanket. This feeling is not unfamiliar. He has a vague familiarity, as if he has done it in other places. Countless similar dreams, the pain made him want to turn over, but his shoulder was quickly held down.

Someone was talking to him through the thick water waves, the voice was so ethereal and distant that it became a fleeting chaotic cloud.

He heard the doctor's call, he opened his eyes, he searched his memory blankly, and remembered that his name was Yin Song.

In fact, Yin Song didn't think it was sober. The scene in front of him was obviously very real, but it was like a dream, giving people an empty nothingness.

He did indeed see a living doctor, and he called him teacher, looking at the man's blood-stained white shirt, the panic he should have felt strangely confused into something subtle—there was nothing wrong with this man, but there was nothing wrong with him. I feel something is missing.

Not only did he feel that Wu Xie lacked a certain key quality, but he even became very strange himself.

It seems to be a slider that controls some important data, and it is slightly adjusted to the left or right.

In this way, every tiny detail is completely different from the "normal world" I felt before.

"Just finished the operation, don't move around." The doctor covered his forehead with a generous palm, and said in a gentle voice, "Are you hungry? Is there anything you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

"..." The young man opened his mouth, and asked weakly after a while, "Do you want to eat, teacher?"

The doctor didn't seem to expect to be asked this question, so he smiled:

"Eat."

"Then, I will eat whatever the teacher eats." Slightly frowning, the boy clung to the cold pottery surface, "Teacher...I'm so cold."

The doctor closed the hair at the corners of his eyes, leaned over and carried him back to the bed after cleaning with his strong arms.

From the beginning to the end, they never mentioned the inexplicable gunshot wound from the teenager's waist, or the tasteless Western food that was only half eaten.

……

The boy who was holding the quick-frozen dumplings was gnawing at the minced meat. The man sat by the bed and looked at the boy quietly. The empty bowls and chopsticks were placed on the bedside table.

Mr. Yan in every world looks exactly the same. Although some characteristics will be fine-tuned due to the "personal design", no matter whether he is young or young, this person's appearance is already familiar enough for him to distinguish it at a glance.

Before the abnormality happened at the transfer station, he never doubted the rationality of the entire system setting, but after that incident, he began to have doubts about the existence of himself and Mr. Yan, and many absurd thoughts swirled in his mind, but he could not Speaking out, even leaking to the system is not allowed.

If just a world simulated by data can perfectly reproduce most of his life experiences before high school, what is there that cannot be replicated?

Is he also a member of the "personal design" instilled in this huge world, the only difference is that maybe he has been set at the beginning, and then... tampered with? !

"teacher."

The young man's weak call awakened the doctor who was wandering in his mind. The man who almost knocked over the bowls and chopsticks immediately supported the fragile containers, stood up suddenly in the confusion of not yet fully clearing his mind, and knocked down the red tall feet in a daze chair.

The chair hit the carpeted floor with a soft, muffled sound.

"teacher?"

The boy looked over suspiciously.

The man's eyes flickered violently, his heart was filled with cotton-like soft but suffocating soft thorns, the innocent and immature face in front of him overlapped several times with those people in his memory - Yan Song, Yan Song, Yan Li , Yansong, Garner...anyone is good, he wants an answer, an answer that can stabilize his mind!

He almost knelt down and hugged the other person to ask out his doubts, but the system stopped his unreasonable behavior in time:

"It was detected that the host's mood swings exceeded the normal value, please calm down as soon as possible."

Tinnitus buzzed and turned into long needles at the tip of the ear.

Wu Xie suddenly knelt down.

"teacher!"

The boy stretched out his hand to grab his skirt, wanting to bend down in worry and panic, but was gently pushed back on the bed by the recovering doctor, who comforted him with a hoarse voice:

"I am fine."

Amber's pupils trembled in panic, and there were shocking ripples under the arc of light. Wu Xie was watching, resisting the desire to lean over to kiss, and finally looked away and changed the subject:

"Didn't you say that a new follow-up has been drawn, where is it?"

The young man fell into a silent hesitant to speak, and slowly loosened his five fingers clenched on the collar of the other party. He pointed to the wooden bookcase, but lowered his head.

"In the third drawer, actually... I didn't draw much, because... I was very busy."

The doctor took out the picture folder from the drawer as instructed, raised the high chair, sat firmly on it, and revealed the continuation of the story with his slender fingers.

The book continues from the previous chapter, the fox who turned into a fiery red hamster is guarding his beloved little hamster to sleep by the lake, at this moment, a big bad wolf that has been stalking for a long time intends to approach.

The fox struggled for a long time, grabbed the little hamster and ran away. After dragging it for two hours in various ways, it changed back to its original shape. In order to protect the little hamster, it fought fiercely with the big bad wolf. Finally, the big bad wolf was driven out with its tail between its legs. Also seriously injured.

The hamster who originally wanted to express his gratitude saw its fox prototype, covered his mouth with tears in his eyes, groaned and groaned for a while, and then ran away in tears without saying a word.

It is true that I didn’t draw much, and when I turned it back, it was all blank paper with only a little grid line. It seems that I have some ideas, but I haven’t had time to implement them.

Rubbing the delicate drawing paper with his fingertips, the pale young man leaned on the back of the pillow and quietly watched the man who was concentrating on the draft. His eyes moved from left to right, staying under the orange light circle, reflecting a dark color without waves .

"I don't know if the little hamster should come back." Yin Song lowered his voice very softly, "The fox is born to eat mice, although it doesn't look bad, but out of self-preservation... the little hamster probably won't come back Yes, isn't it? Teacher."

"Don't worry, it will come back." The doctor said calmly, "Even if it's out of a friend's morality."

A layer of light pink floated on his paper-white cheeks, the boy turned his head suddenly, and his dead pupils were once again inlaid with bright colors, like revived living water.

His slender five fingers stretched into the quilt, and gently pressed the tightly bound waist. The light that had just come to life faded into the darkness with some unspeakable mood.

"The teacher is always gentle and often shows such innocent thoughtfulness at times like this."

The young man's voice is immature and soft, but there are sharp barbs in his words:

"This kind of thoughtfulness is really inexplicable. I was injured, and the teacher can still chat about some irrelevant topics, whether it's hungry or not, or the follow-up of the album. You can talk for a long time, but you haven't mentioned a word' It'. I don't get it, is this what people call caring?"

The boy's sudden attack was beyond Wu Xie's original expectation.

"Or, is this kind of thoughtfulness a teacher's 'morality'?"

The teenager raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his smile looked unreal:

"Do you really think that I know nothing about your actions tonight? Or are you so naive as to think that the purpose of my calling you here is only to look at the picture book?"

The doctor held the portfolio and did not interrupt the young man's speech. His eyes were calm, and no one could see the clues of his emotions from his settled pupils.

"Teacher stays by my father's side, if it's just to repay your kindness, then I want to know how important this 'morality' can be." Flattening the arc of the corner of his mouth, Yin Song looked seriously, "Compared to Yin Bai's high-priced employment, and how?"

The man didn't answer right away, but looked him up and down carefully as if confirming something.

"Mister treats me as much as a mountain." The doctor said, "But I belong to Mr., not to the Yin family, so I will not touch any affairs of the Yin family unless Mr. orders."

"Until now, does the teacher still feel that he is an outsider?" Yin Song asked.

"I will work at Yin's house until Mr. leaves." Putting down his portfolio, the doctor propped himself on the soft mattress, staring at those amber eyes, "If Mr.'s wish is handed over to Young Master, then I will serve Mr. , until the young master leaves, or I die."

For a few seconds, Yin Song's uncontrollable movement leaked out from his expression. He reached out to touch the man's sharp-edged face, but was interrupted by a sudden vibration.

The doctor's mobile phone was lit with a white light, and the caller ID was Yin Bai.

They looked at the thin screen in unison. At the moment when Wu Xie stretched out his hand to hang it, Yin Song stopped him, picked up the vibrating phone first, and said seriously:

"It's time, teacher."

As soon as the voice fell, he pressed the answer button.

Yin Bai's gentle voice echoed in the silence:

"Ah Xie, what do you think?"

His dark eyes looked at the boy leaning on the soft pillow.

The boy responded with an emotionless smile.