you are my tomorrow

The next day, when Comet opened his eyes, it was already almost 10 o'clock. He just woke up and reacted to the strange environment around him for a while, and then remembered that he came to Zhao Rongzhen to talk about the schedule last night. Zhao Rongzhen took it home, and after falling asleep, someone seemed to be massaging his stomach. Comet's first reaction was Miho, but at the same time he denied his answer.

It took two seconds for Comet to realize that this is Zhao Rongzhen's bedroom.

Comet sat up "teng", the seat beside him was empty, only slightly sunken traces showed that someone had slept there, and on the other side of the bedside table was the computer that he had closed, and on the computer was a A piece of paper, comet here—

I went to the orchestra, there is porridge in the pot, pickles in the refrigerator, I have read the schedule, there is no problem, let’s arrange it like this this month, but don’t make the schedule so tight next month, there will be no rest days .

PS: Your sleep quality is really bad, don't talk in your sleep from now on.

ERIC

"Eric" Comet silently read the signature at the end, presumably it should be an English name, and couldn't help laughing at him in his heart.

Comet got up, and after washing up, his stomach, which was no longer hurting, started to feel a little hungry. He walked out of the bedroom, and there was another room opposite the bedroom. From the bedroom, he turned left and went through a small passage to the connection between the living room and the kitchen. A little bit ahead is the porch. Turn left at the junction and you will find a living room with an area of ​​more than 30 square meters. Sunlight comes in from the floor-to-ceiling windows, making it very warm. Turn right to the dining room and a semi-open kitchen with sliding doors.

Comet went to the kitchen first, filled a bowl of porridge that was thick and thin, and took some kimchi from the refrigerator. Miho also told herself that if she had a stomach problem, she should eat something light when eating.

After the "breakfast" was ready, Comet sat down and ate slowly. Suddenly, he remembered a strange dream he had yesterday. He dreamed that in a palace, there was a person wearing ancient pajamas half lying on the bed in the bedroom. Sitting next to him was a man in a red gauze, his hair was draped behind him like a black waterfall, and a bun was casually tied on top of his head. Comet couldn't see the face of the man on the bed, but judging from the way the hair was tied, it should be a The man in red still turned his back to him. The man on the bed seemed to be sick. The man in red pinched his legs for him. The tune, the tune is very familiar, but I don't remember where I heard it. When the tune ended, both of them laughed.

After that, Comet couldn't remember, but he began to wonder why he had such a dream. This was the second time he had dreamed about ancient things, so the breakfast was completed in doubt.

In line with the principle of "it's not important if you can't figure it out", Comet stopped thinking about it after breakfast. After washing the dishes, Comet left as soon as he thought about it. Point useful "information" before leaving, so Comet went to the room opposite the bedroom, and when he opened the door, there was a study room of more than 20 square meters inside, but because of the black piano, the study room seemed not so big. On the wall on the left hand side, there are densely packed books of all kinds. Comet glanced at them. Three-quarters of them were piano scores, and many of them were titled in English and German. These piano scores It is basically impossible to buy it in China, and he finally understood why Zhao Rongzhen played the piano so well.

Next to the window two or three meters away from the piano is a boss’s desk with a computer on it. Comet sat in front of the desk and turned on the computer, but a password was required to enter. Comet tried Zhao Rongzhen’s birthday and name, but nothing was right. While he was still thinking about the possibility of other passwords, the cell phone in the bedroom rang, which startled him. He got up and rushed to get the cell phone, accidentally bumped a dozen papers on the table, in order to keep it as it was. , he straightened the paper before running to the bedroom, the name "Zhao Rongzhen" jumped on the phone screen, and he pressed the answer button:

"Why has it been so long? Are you still sleeping?" Zhao Rongzhen's impatient voice came from the phone.

"...Oh, I just woke up and went to the bathroom just now."

"Come to the orchestra after breakfast, I'm going to rehearse for next Wednesday's performance.

"Didn't I tell you that I'm not going? I'm going to buy books today, and my stomach just got up..."

"I've already asked what books your tutor needs, and I've already ordered them, and I'll deliver them in the afternoon, so that's it."

Before Huixing could speak again, Zhao Rongzhen had already hung up the phone. Comet stared blankly at the darkened phone screen, "Cut..." Comet threw the phone on the bed helplessly, and went back to the study. If there was any password, he turned off the computer first. He flipped through the dozen of papers that had just been hit by the quilt, and took some papers placed on the upper right corner of the table, flipping through them. They were just some piano class handouts. Nothing special, so put them back in place again.

Comet adjusted the chair to a good angle, walked to the bookshelf again, and scanned the titles of the books one by one, trying to see if he could find any flaws in these books. When it rang, he had to run back to the bedroom again, it was still Zhao Rongzhen's call.

"have you eaten?"

"Oh... eating...

"How is the taste?"

"It's okay."

"If you still have the desire to repay your 'benefactor', you should say 'delicious!' right."

"It's a pity, I don't have the mentality of repaying gratitude, what else can I do?"

"In a while, you go to the room opposite the bedroom. That is my study. When you come, bring me the computer on the table. I forgot to take it when I came."

"Oh, got it, what else?"

"Gone."

Before Huixing hung up the phone first, it was Zhao Rongzhen who hung up the phone first. At this moment, Comet really wanted to throw the phone in Zhao Rongzhen's face. Seeing that the time was almost up, Comet didn't have time to stay at Zhao Rongzhen's house anymore, so he could only After changing his clothes, he took Zhao Rongzhen's computer and left.

When we arrived at the orchestra, it was already noon, Huixing couldn’t find him in Zhao Rongzhen’s place, so he had to put the computer on his desk, the colleague who had finished eating first came back and said that Zhao Rongzhen was still eating in the restaurant and would be back later, He also asked Comet if he wanted to eat. The morning meal hadn’t been digested yet, and his stomach just got better. His illness came and went quickly, and Comet didn’t want to eat too much, so he waved his hand and said he had eaten.

Sitting back at his desk next to Zhao Rongzhen's position, Comet turned on his computer, and while waiting for it to turn on, he was still thinking about what the password of Zhao Rongzhen's computer would be. A reminder of a new email popped up in the lower right corner before he was relieved. Comet clicked on the reminder and saw that it was Uncle Song’s email. Comet’s spirit immediately tensed up. He looked around to make sure that no one was paying attention to him before he took it seriously. Looking at the mail -

comet,

Haven't contacted me recently, how is the progress?Is it going well?

The father and son Zhao Qian and Zhao Rongzhen are very vigilant, this task may not be easy to do, so I will also arrange Zhongyi around you, it may be the school, it may be the band, I will make arrangements, about a month later, You will carry out this task with him, and he will live with you temporarily, so you can discuss things.

宋叔

After reading the email, Comet sighed softly, is Uncle Song in such a hurry?Is loyalty even involved?

"Hey! What are you thinking?" Comet was still staring at Uncle Song's email in a daze, but a voice sounded behind him, and he subconsciously closed the computer cover, "Why are you panicking? You don't read what you shouldn't read during working hours ', right?" Zhao Rongzhen passed behind him with a teasing tone, but he still put a cup of hot water on Comet's table.Then go back to your seat.

"...No." Comet secretly let out a long sigh of relief with lingering fear, "You shouldn't call someone who is just sick to work."

"I think you're alive and well, you're fine." Zhao Rongzhen turned on the computer on the table, and Comet got up calmly when he saw this, but when he walked around Zhao Rongzhen, Zhao Rongzhen had already entered the password, Comet could only pretend to be Wanting to pass by Zhao Rongzhen and walk to the window, "But does your family know that you have such a serious stomach problem?" Thinking of Hui Xing's pale face due to the pain last night, Zhao Rongzhen also wanted to test who the person in the photo was , so Zhao Rongzhen asked like a chatter.

"It doesn't matter if they know it or not." Zhao Rongzhen's words reminded Xixing of his parents who gave birth to him. Over the years, he seldom thought of them, and he didn't even want to know what they looked like.

Because of their abandonment, I will walk on the current path

Comet has always thought so.

Only when he was seriously ill, Comet would occasionally think of the two unfamiliar words "father" and "mother".

"Why? You are not a good boy." Zhao Rongzhen asked "with great interest".

"I am an orphan. I was abandoned by my parents when I was born. I was brought up by my aunt. She also passed away two years ago." Comet stood in front of the window and looked out the window with his back to Zhao Rongzhen. His voice was low, but in After finishing speaking, his eyes turned to the lower left.

"...I'm sorry, I don't know..." Zhao Rongzhen said apologetically, he suddenly thought of the woman in the photo, but who are the other two men?

"It's okay, it's all in the past." Comet turned his head and looked at Zhao Rongzhen with a smile, "Seeing that you have treated me well these two days, I forgive you."

"Don't you have any other brothers and sisters? Like your aunt's children..."

"She has been single all her life for me, so I am the only one in my family."

"Oh." Zhao Rongzhen thought that the other two would be the children of the so-called "aunt", but when Comet said that, Zhao Rongzhen was a little confused.

That woman is not Comet's aunt, and who are those two men?It can't really be the "partner" of the comet.

In the afternoon, Zhao Rongzhen and the band performed two more symphonies. They always felt unsatisfactory, so they always stopped in the middle and rehearsed again. Comet sat in the middle of the second row of audience seats, looking at the stage. Zhao Rongzhen, who was seriously rehearsing under the spotlight, always had the illusion that the person next to the piano on the stage was concentrating on playing the piano. He was a young and promising pianist, not the prince of some underworld gang.

As for Zhao Rongzhen on the stage, the comet that he would sometimes bring to the audience from the corner of his eye, the person in the slightly dark place looked at him with a researching gaze, wondering what he was thinking, thinking about how to kill himself what?Or is there another purpose to approach him, isn't he his ultimate goal?

While watching Zhao Rongzhen's rehearsal, Hui Xing felt that his mobile phone was shaking in his pocket. He took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He didn't know who it was. He stood up and motioned Zhao Rongzhen to go out to answer the phone by himself. Seeing Comet standing up and raising his mobile phone to go out, he nodded.

Comet walked out of the rehearsal hall and answered the phone, "...Oh, are you here to deliver the books? I'll go out right away." It turned out that the book ordered by Zhao Rongzhen for him arrived. Comet let out a long sigh of relief, ran outside the orchestra, and signed for it. I picked up a stack of books with brand-new covers for class, sent them back to the office, and then returned to the rehearsal hall. At this time, everyone on the stage also stopped, and they were about to take a rest. Comet's name, asked him to bring his own water. Comet curled his lips, and sent a bottle of mineral water placed in the auditorium to Zhao Rongzhen who was squatting beside the stage. Zhao Rongzhen unscrewed the lid and drank it in one go. After half a bottle, the cap was screwed on again and returned to Comet.

"You're not afraid that this place is poisonous, drink so much in one breath..." Comet said half-jokingly, in fact, it is not difficult to kill Zhao Rong. Many times, Zhao Rongzhen gave him food from his own hands.

"Oh, don't tell me I still can't remember, so what should I do? Then I will share half of the things that will go into my stomach with you, okay? If we die, everyone will die together." Zhao Rongzhen also responded to Comet in the same tone , In fact, he also wanted to remind Comet not to act rashly, but Comet didn't seem to hear it, and still had a relaxed smile on his face.

"Then I have a lot to do. I have to bring a silver chopstick. Before you eat it, you have to test that it is not poisonous."

"That's what you said first, not me." Zhao Rongzhen smiled faintly, then stood up.

Comet raised his head and looked at Zhao Rongzhen standing against the light on the stage. He couldn't see Zhao Rongzhen's expression clearly, but there was a faint aura of a king emanating from him, as if that person was the king of the world. Comet could only look up , can only surrender, can not approach, can not disobey.

"I've thought about it, you should come every other day, even if you can't be here all day, come when you don't have classes, if you're not here, no one can help me run back and forth, I'll pay you One month." Zhao Rongzhen was about to turn around and go back to the piano, but he seemed to remember something, and came back again, lowering his eyes to look at the comet.

"Cut... really know how to buy people with money." Comet glanced at Zhao Rongzhen contemptuously, but Zhao Rongzhen didn't care.

"Hey, Comet, I'm the only boss. For at least the past two years, no matter what happens, you have to fight with me. Do you understand?"

"Yes, boss!"

Comet replied without thinking, perhaps with a little sincerity.

Half a month after Comet left home, Han Qing was also sent out by Uncle Song to carry out a new mission. This time his target was Wu Bin, the boss of a gangster K who had just flourished but was developing strongly. Holding the only foreign purchase channel for emerging drugs in China, the client this time mainly wanted that purchase channel.

When Han Qing was still recruiting soldiers, he joined the gang as the most "basic" leader and led some of his subordinates to "explore the world". Wu Bin "caused trouble" everywhere after he became famous on the road, and even dared to touch the territory of the Tiger Gang. In the second month after Han Qing joined the gang, he asked Han Qing to take his younger brother to a venue called "Lvguo KTV" in the Tiger Gang. Although Han Qing found it a bit difficult, he still hadn't figured out the purchase channel. Qing, he had to bite the bullet and go. In the end, just as Han Qing expected, he and his subordinates fled in the end, and because there were too many opponents, Han Qing's left shoulder was accidentally caught in the chaos. He was hacked, leaving a not-so-shallow wound, and his subordinates fled in all directions regardless of who else. Han Qing was also chased, and hid in a small alley when he passed by, listening to his pursuers. Han Qing breathed a sigh of relief when the sound of footsteps got farther and farther as he passed by the alley, but he lost a lot of blood on his shoulder, and he didn't have the strength to run anymore, so he had to squat on the ground along the wall. The smell of garbage, the dim light at night made him unable to see the surrounding environment clearly, smelling the smell of garbage, there should be a garbage can near him, and he didn't know where he was, maybe it was the back of which building.

December is coming, the temperature at night has dropped to minus 15 degrees, and the blood on his shoulders seems to have solidified. Han Qing's body is cold, but because he has no strength, he can only lean against the cold wall.

In an environment like Vietnam, those who have passed through so many "markets" will not capsize in this small gutter, right?

Han Qing thought this way, but in his mind, he recalled the vague memories of Vietnam and the face of his mother who could not remember clearly, the hard training life in the United States, and the smell of humid air seemed to pass under his nose when he was in the Vietnamese special forces. , the captain’s resolute expression and the back that sent him away have not yet left, and finally settled in China, the training with Comet and Zhongyi, and the photos taken with Miho, Comet and Zhongyi not long ago, everyone’s smiling faces are still there In front of my eyes, these many images passed through my mind like a revolving lantern.

He didn't dare to move, because if he moved, he would feel that the frozen wound would open again, and the fresh blood would flow out to take away the little heat left in his body, but even so, Han Qing still felt getting colder and colder.

Han Qing wanted to stretch out his hand to open the necklace on his chest, but his left hand could no longer move, and his right hand, which was mixed with frozen blood, was so numb that he couldn't feel it anymore. He felt that he had exhausted all his strength, but he felt a little None of them moved.

He could only breathe a sigh of relief, and Han Qing closed his eyes, quietly waiting for death to come in this cold and damp place.

"Hey! Sir! Wake up! Sir! Can you hear me?"

Han Qing thought he was dead, but a voice came from his ears vaguely, a signal called "warmth" seemed to be faintly transmitted from his numb shoulders, he slowly opened his eyes, it was still night, Everything in front of me was blurry, only a young man with a handsome face squatted in front of him, looking at him with concern.

"You are seriously injured, let me call an ambulance for you."

The sound is also nice.

The man seemed to have already taken out his mobile phone. Han Qing knocked down the man's mobile phone with strength from nowhere, "...don't...you can save me..." Maybe the person in front of him had too much eyes. Pure, Han Qing somehow believed in this person.

The person in front of him was stunned for a moment, he looked around hesitantly, and then thought about it, there is probably something that a person who can suffer such an injury does not want others to know, "Then... go to my clinic first, it's right here Outside." Afraid of pulling Han Qing's wound, he originally wanted to slowly pull up the person on the ground, but Han Qing seemed unable to move by himself, so he could only be cruel, and with a little effort, he pulled Han Qing up from the ground, During this process, Han Qing's wound was still involved, but he couldn't even yell, he could only make a painful expression, and his legs had no strength.

Seeing that Han Qing couldn't move, the man squatted down slightly, put Han Qing on his back, and walked in through the side door of the building.

Putting Han Qing on the small operating bed in the clinic, the young man's coat was stained with Han Qing's blood, but he didn't care. After taking off his own coat, he helped Han Qing take off the coat, leaving only the innermost white vest , check it out carefully.

The other bruises on Han Qing's body were not a problem, but a gash more than half a meter long was cut from the left shoulder along the back by a knife, and the wound on the shoulder should be 2cm deep according to visual inspection, and it became shallower as it went down.

Knowing about Han Qing's injury, the young man put on a white coat, put on a mask, washed his hands, put on medical gloves, took two bottles of alcohol and a lot of cotton and put them in front of the operating table.

Han Qingqiang watched every move of the young man with his consciousness. His face was covered by a mask, leaving only a pair of eyes. Unlike the panic just now, his eyes were calm now, and he was doing preparations in an orderly manner.

After everything was ready, the young man took some anesthetics from Han Qing's clothes with a needle, and stood beside Han Qing, "Are you allergic to anesthetics?" A muffled voice came from the mask, Han Qing shook his head, the young man Taking a deep breath, he pushed the anesthetic into the blood vessels in Han Qing's arm.

Before falling into the darkness, Han Qing asked, "What's your name?" Afterwards, he vaguely remembered that pleasant voice repeating in his ears——

Qinghuan, Meng Qinghuan.