I have special whitewashing skills [Quick Transmigration]

And, I still have work when I go back. "

"I don't care, I don't care about the job, I just want you to stay, brother Qian, I don't want any doctor, I just want you alone." Bai Zhifei said, his eyes slowly turned red, and he hugged the man's waist tightly. , it seems that only in this way can he keep this person who is more important to him than the whole world.

Sensing the increasing strength around his waist and not wanting to let go, Meng Ziqian's gentle brows furrowed little by little, and the formulaic smile in his eyes gradually faded away. At this moment, he suddenly had no more warmth with others Soft whispers to coax and ask carefully.

Meng Ziqian is very clear that he is not a sentimental and gentle person, on the contrary, he is affectionate and indifferent, the real him is dark, brutal and ruthless, but he is just a habitual mask that drowns everything around him.

For useful chess pieces, he is always more patient. After all, dog owners know that obedient dogs are easier to manage than mad dogs.

So he indulged Bai Zhifei, allowed him to act mischievously, allowed him to act like a baby, and allowed him to mess around, but the premise of all this was when he was in the mood and interested in supporting him.

When he is interested, he cooperates with the other party in two unimportant scenes, and even if the other party suddenly wants a star, he will find a way to get it off for others. If he wants to get it, he has to pay a little bit, he has always been clear.

However, if he loses that interest and the idea of ​​cooperation, let alone the stars and moons in the sky, he will be stingy in giving even the most basic mask.

But now, he lost that interest.

"Let go." The voice was calm and almost ruthless.

Bai Zhifei, who was completely unaware of this, shook his head vigorously, and cried, "I won't let go, I won't let go, Brother Qian, please, please..."

Not at all interested in listening to people's unrelenting words, Meng Ziqian violently pulled away the tight arms around his waist, and the light in his eyes when he turned his head was like a stinging ice edge falling outside the house after a winter night. Enough people are aware of the sharpness and sharpness on it.

"My decision is never in your control, Bai Zhifei remember your own identity."

After speaking, he shook off the person's hand violently, and strode out of the ward regardless of the people behind him who fell to the ground crying, apologizing almost beggingly and obstructing him.

The doctor who passed by people outside the door shivered inexplicably, and his exposed neck felt a little cold.

Glancing at the back of the man who received the news, he swallowed. He thought the reason might be that it was the first time he saw Professor Meng not smiling. His eyes were as cold as looking at a corpse in the morgue. There were no ripples in the eyes, and the calmness and coldness made people's heart skip a beat.

Throwing away the extra thoughts in his head, he planned to go in for a daily temperature check, and stepped in after knocking on the door, but just stepped in.

"Get out! Get out of here, get out of here!!!!"

bang——

Snapped--

There was a sharp roar, and the glass vase that Bai Zhifei picked up casually, slammed heavily on the wall next to the door and exploded to pieces. The next second when the water splashed everywhere, crackling and cracking sounds intertwined in the ward.

The doctor who narrowly escaped just now turned pale, looked at the closed ward door, and swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.

The huge cracking sound attracted the attention of the people on the whole floor, and the little nurse who had just finished eating was also very frightened, "Just...wasn't it fine just now? Why is it like this again...."

A nurse who had been outside just now heard this, and immediately murmured something in her ear, and then turned her eyes to the closed ward again. Deep in her eyes was a mixture of sympathy and disgust. mixed emotions.

The originally tidy ward was already a mess in just a few minutes, and Bai Zhifei, whose chest was heaving violently in the center of the ward, saw that door was never opened again, as if he had lost all his strength. Like, the whole person limp and limp on the ground.

Tears, cold tears one drop after another, one drop after another, falling on the body and on the ground.

He left without any hesitation. What's even more ridiculous was that he told him that he just wanted him to rest early.

But, he saw it just now!

Even though Meng Ziqian turned off the phone so quickly, he still saw it.

Bai Zhifei!

That face, even in another lifetime, he will never forget it, the face of the real person named Bai Zhifei! ! ! !

When he was called Meng Ze instead of Bai Zhifei, he had a secret, a secret that no one told.

In an accident where he fell to the head, he awakened part of the memories of his previous life.

In his few memories, there are only some fragments of recognition, but he still sorted out the clues in those fragments, and knew that he had a very good friend——Bai Zhifei.

Bai Zhifei not only told him about his bizarre life experience, he also learned about the extremely special Rhnull blood type in the other party.

In a dangerous situation, in order to save his life, he pushed out that idiot who always liked to turn his back to him, but he still failed when he escaped. At the moment of complete despair, he saw a man leading the team.

He clearly remembered that Bai Zhifei said that his brother had a scar on his arm, which was caused by him, and when he found the same scar on the man who led the team, he planned to use a dead horse as a living horse doctor, so he He frantically called for help at that person, and then, he made the right bet.

Bai Zhifei thinks that he is probably the protagonist in the novel, and even God has been helping him. Otherwise, with so many memories, why the only thing he remembers is the most important one that can change his life. He remembers those words, I still remember Bai Lang's appearance.

Otherwise, why after remembering that memory, the blood in the body mutated into a Rhnull blood type little by little under the baptism of time, and could even fuse with Bai Lang's DNA by such a coincidence.

Otherwise, why did he learn that the stupid, silly and naive 'real thing' who had nothing but a face in his memory was actually in an orphanage in this city.

But a very simple round caused that idiot to lose his memory. Just when he, who believes in killing grass and roots, tried to kill him for the second time, he suddenly started to get sick, severe coagulation dysfunction, and the reason was unknown.

Even at that moment, he felt that God gave him a chance to live.

Didn't that person not die? He happened to make the best use of everything and let him become his blood donor. It was the last bit of compensation for the parents who gave birth to him, and it was also the last waste to be used.

He saw Bai Lang after he moved his hands and feet. Relying on this almost unique blood type, Bai Lang believed him seven points, and when the last identification was made, Bai Lang completely regarded him as his lost idiot. younger brother.

Everything is his now, he only needs to get rid of the 'genuine goods' at the right time, and this stealth will be completely annihilated in time.

but.

Listening to the electronic tone of an empty number coming from the phone, Bai Zhifei, who was resting his hands on the ground in embarrassment, clenched his five fingers into fists little by little, blurring his vision, the tears almost merged into a meandering stream, and his distorted face was full of tears. ferocious.

Why didn't Meng Hai kill him obediently, why did he come back, why didn't he die...! ! !

19

this crumbling world 17

In the continuous light rain, a silver-gray car with its headlights on slowly approached the small bungalow shrouded in darkness, and finally stopped slowly in front of the gate.

A few seconds later, the car door was opened, and Meng Ziqian bowed out of the car holding a black umbrella.

Pushing open the door, the living room with no lights turned on looked extraordinarily quiet, and the deep night was like a beast with its mouth open, waiting for its prey to throw itself into the net.

The warm yellow light in the courtyard obliquely shines in through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows, dyeing the dark space with hazy drunkenness.

The young man was exhausted on the sofa, sleeping on his side in an uneasy manner, his brows that were always stretched and smiling, but now they were tightly furrowed, as if he had countless troubles even in his dreams.

Meng Ziqian, who was standing by the sofa, just stared at the sleeping person, with countless emotions flickering in his eyes.

In fact, even he himself was surprised, this was the first time he tore off his mask in front of others, the first time he couldn't maintain his rationality for such a trivial matter, and the first time he had such a deadlock with Bai Zhifei, in exchange for Normally, he might just follow the other party.

but.

At that moment, he suddenly thought of the note that he received last night that contained thousands of hopes, and thought of the little man who put his hands together and begged him to go home early.

On the way back, Meng Ziqian kept asking himself, is it really that important?Is it really worth it?

What he answered was the accelerator without slowing down and a long silence.

At night, it was raining lightly and the wind was blowing. The curtains were blown not far away. Standing in front of the sofa, Meng Ziqian, who was watching the person closely, felt that the person on the sofa shrank back unconsciously.

His eyes softened imperceptibly, and finally he sighed softly, turned around to close the window, and at the same time, covered him with a blanket.

Just after taking two steps, my eyes were drawn to the dishes on the dining table that were already completely cold, but they were not attracted by the dishes that had been served with chopsticks.

I pressed the dial button by mistake...

The words on the short message received by the hospital are still vivid in my memory.

At this moment, he seems to have seen a few hours ago, the boy's whole body was shrouded in invisible darkness, and he finally dialed the phone with apprehension and caution.

In those bright eyes, there was hope, nervousness, apprehension, uneasiness, and a little bit of expectation.

What came was a blind voice that no one answered.

In the end, with some kind of difficult mood in mind, I didn’t seem to care a bit when I typed that paragraph.