King of home technology

"By the way, what are you doing here?"

Mo Guangxia was able to satisfy his sympathetic curiosity only after giving a righteous criticism and education to an unscrupulous author who planned to get a negative rating.

"Thank you for your concern." Chen Guang curled his lips, turned his eyes to the setting sun outside the window, and replied lightly: "I am forced into a nervous breakdown every day by a 'Huang Shiren' like you, and I often have headaches recently, so I come to check it out .”

He idly leaned against the wall behind him, with a slender figure.

"..." Mo Guangxia rolled his eyes, and decided not to pursue the tasteless rhetoric that he, as a writer, used "Huang Shiren" to describe himself, and then asked: "Has the inspection report come out yet? what's the result?"

God is sorry, he is definitely not concerned about Chen Guang's health, he has not yet evolved such a boundless love.The reason for asking this question is entirely out of professional instinct.He has already started to worry about whether the other party will be able to hand over enough manuscripts before the next deadline to ensure that he does not have to sit in front of the computer all night and contact all the photographers and editors he knows, just to find a cross Page pictures to fill the extra two pages of word blank.

Having been in the industry for many years, Chen Guang naturally knew the ugly purpose hidden behind his concern and greeting at this moment, turned his head and looked at him calmly for three seconds, and asked in a very understanding and disappointed tone: "Do you want to hear good news? bad news?"

Tch~ Mo Guangxia scoffed at this clichéd multiple-choice question in his heart.

But there is no way to proceed without picking a topic.So he thought about it, and according to his usual style, he raised his jaw as if he was dead, "It's better...to hear the bad news first."

This is his habit, and he firmly believes that collecting a wealth of information in advance to make complete preparations is the premise of getting twice the result with half the effort.

This actually proves that he is an optimist in action and a pessimist in thought.

Chen Guang looked at him and suddenly smiled.He turned his head slightly, looked over the shoulder of the other person to look at the lush and green camphor tree in the hospital yard, and then said slowly, "...I have a brain tumor, which is genetically predisposed in my family. My father did it 13 years ago for This one lost his life, but he never expected to find me again 13 years later..."

The afterglow of the setting sun surrounded him generously, his eyes were covered by the bangs that had just been trimmed on his forehead with his head down, but the corners of his mouth outlined an upward arc, "Maybe by the end of this year, you will be published in major newspapers." The headline on the front page of my website saw this headline—The famous idol writer Chen Guang died of a malignant brain tumor at the age of 25.”

Taking a deep breath, he raised his head and continued to smile quietly, his eyes were like sparkling lakes, "Well, this is a classic black humor, right?... Now, do you still want to hear the good news? "

"..." Mo Guangxia was hit face-to-face by this bloody and brutal fact, and his heart beat a little flustered for a moment.

He stared seriously at the young writer with exquisite eyebrows for a long time, and he didn't see any deceit or joking elements from those transparent eyes.

Less than 2 minutes later, when he spoke again, he realized that his strength was obviously not enough, and his voice was so dry that it almost trembled, "That... is it true?"

"In the Mood for Love, fame and fortune, I have no reason to curse myself to reach bliss early." Chen Guang smiled lightly, bent down to pick up the medical record that had just been knocked on the ground, and handed it over, "The doctor wrote clearly in black and white, you You can see for yourself..."

No matter how hard I tried, I didn't dare to accept the case.Someone's hand that had stopped in mid-air finally slowly fell back to his side, and he closed his eyes, "What did the doctor say? Can it be cured by surgery?"

"Cure? Editor Mo, don't be so naive. What I have is malignant anaplastic meningioma. Regardless of the success or failure of the operation, the recurrence rate of this tumor is as high as 90%, and the bone metastasis rate is as high as 67%..." As if he was narrating gossip that had nothing to do with him, Chen Guang looked into his eyes with a slight smile, "...do you think my chances of winning are high?"

His heart trembled violently, and Mo Guangxia was stunned again, "...the doctor said how much time is left?"

"..." Did not answer him immediately, Chen Guang tilted his head and seemed to recall, "When it was found out last year, the doctor told me that if the intervention is good, I should have a lifespan of about two years... But it seems that the recent situation is not very good."

As he said that, he changed his face into a slightly apologetic smile, "Editor Mo, I told you frankly that I lied to you when I told you that I couldn't type at my house yesterday. The actual situation is that my eyesight has declined rapidly recently. I feel dizzy after staring at something like a computer screen for less than an hour, so I have to trouble you."

After all, he looked away and squinted his eyes in the afterglow of the setting sun to look at the scenery outside the window again.

In the speechless silence, Mo Guangxia looked up at Chen Guang's profile.

Browbones, nose bridge, lips and jawline, the smooth curves are drawn so that there is no lack of refinement.

It is such a fresh and young life, but it has to face a cruel ending not long ago... Once he leaves one day, his glamorous appearance, unique thoughts, and shining talents will all follow him. A cold body was burned... a sudden burst of indignation in my heart.

Mo Guangxia is an atheist, so he has ample reason to scold the injustice of heaven at this moment.

In the ward at the far end of the corridor, it seems that a patient has just passed away.The doctors and nurses were in a hurry, and the mournful cries of the patients' families were overwhelming.

In the long silence of the hospital, these noises are always but a fleeting moment.

A finite life cannot be used to measure an infinite time.

"..." After a while, Mo Guangxia seemed to no longer dare to look at the man in front of him, and silently turned his head to observe the red sun setting in the west with him.

"Since it's all like this, why do you still accept the manuscript from our publishing house?"

"I can't help it, I'm the cash cow of the brokerage company." The man sighed softly, and raised the corners of his lips in a self-deprecating manner, "I didn't tell them about my illness, because I didn't want to be a victim in the last days of my life." People have dug up the so-called 'treasure' that is exhausted."

Turning his face, he looked over with a smile, "Do you believe it? If the news of my imminent death is made public, the editor-in-chief of your publishing house and the people from my brokerage company will definitely change the title of the current serial to 'Chen Guang's'." Death Countdown Log'."

"..." Mo Guangxia was silent again because of this creative topic.Because he knew that Chen Guang's illness is indeed the most hyped selling point in today's world where all business operations are trying to maximize profits.

Those so-called "cultural people" who can only recognize the big characters "People's Bank of China" printed on pink tickets, what lower limit can they not do?

"Ahem..." Not wanting to continue this topic, he cleared his throat and changed the subject, "Now tell me about your so-called good news."

"Good news?" The man glanced back at him, and then smiled brightly, "That is, the new medicine recommended by the doctor seems to be working well. My condition has improved significantly in the past few days. If you don't mind, come Be my personal assistant for a while. If I can maintain the current state for two months, I can drive out all the manuscripts during the contract period and hand them over to you."

"Personal assistant? Get them all out?" Raising his eyebrows, Mo Guangxia looked directly into the other's eyes unhappily, "Mr. Chenguang, I'm sorry, but I refuse! I can't carry out such an overload of shameless oppression on a dying person." , which has exceeded my moral bottom line as a human being."

"The bottom line of morality? Are there still people talking about this kind of shit?" Chen Guang looked at him dazedly, and Chen Guang's reaction seemed to have heard a big joke, "Editor Mo, don't be too funny."

"..."

But different people naturally have different values.Chen Guang is not the first to question his persistence, and naturally he won't be the last.I was arguing with a person who is not long in the world... In the end, someone just smiled and dismissed the disagreement.

"However, I still want you to think about the matter of the personal assistant..."

Chen Guang's words were interrupted by another nurse who came forward, "Mr. Mo, Dr. Lin is going to get off work soon. If you don't go in, it will be too late... He asked me..."

"What do you want?" Mo Guangxia frowned because of the nurse's words that stopped halfway.One or two of them only half-spoken, are they trying to kill him in a hurry to relieve the population pressure?

Unfortunately, no one responded to his dissatisfaction.The nurse's attention has been completely attracted by the tall and handsome man beside him.

After looking at it repeatedly, there was a sudden scream—"Wow! Are you that writer Chen Guang?! I almost didn't recognize it! Real person? Live?"

"Such a realistic robot may be hard to see everywhere before the next century." Chen Guang responded to the yelling of the young chick with a signature smile, "It's me."

"Oh my God! I actually saw the author I admire the most!!!" The nurse immediately turned into an NC fan, tsk tsk and squeezed in front of Chen Guang in amazement, almost sniffing the man from head to toe with her nose, " Idol, can you please sign my name?!"

"No problem." The super idol writer readily agreed, swiping his name on the masterpiece he carried with him like a talisman handed over by the nurse with trembling hands, and then put his face close to the chick's ear and said something.

Mo Guangxia couldn't hear the specific content, but he could see the man's handsome facial features, which were dazzled by the deliberately ingratiating smile, and the corresponding nurse's face instantly turned red.

He frowned and looked away, a little angrily.Regardless of whether such a man is terminally ill or not, he really doesn't like it.Just find someone who can release 1000 to [-] million volts of high-voltage electricity. He really thinks he is a moving Three Gorges Hydropower Station.

But if he doesn't buy it, it doesn't mean that others don't buy it.Regardless of the weekly list, monthly list, or quarterly list or annual list... You must know that the shining golden "NO1" behind every title of Chenguang in the bookstore does not rely on some best-selling online novels to spend [-] cents for someone to read. from.

"Remember, you must keep it secret for me..."

"The moving Three Gorges Hydropower Station" naturally didn't understand Mo Guangxia's contempt in his heart, and once again stuck to the nurse's ear and reminded him with a smile.

"No problem! I won't tell if I'm killed!" The nurse stood at attention in a standard military posture, swearing and making a vow.

"Well, I'll trouble you then." "Hydroelectric Power Station" squinted at someone beside him, then turned his head back and waved his hands gracefully, "Remember to say thank you to Dr. Lin for me."

"Put it on me." The nurse waved her hand reluctantly, and walked away step by step.

Seeing the slender white figure almost disappear at the end of the corridor, Mo Guangxia just remembered that the other party seemed to have something to say to him at first.

"Hey! Miss, wait a minute! What do you think Dr. Lin wants from me?"

As he shouted, he wanted to catch up and ask for clarification, but Chen Guang grabbed his wrist by his side, "Editor Mo, Dr. Lin left beforehand, probably the injury on your head is not a big problem. Let's continue." Let's talk about the personal assistant."

I can't even talk about it, is this person's ears used as decorations?A certain person rolled his eyes, and suddenly remembered the report in a popular science book that some brain tumors can also affect hearing.

"I'll say it again, don't go!!!"

"Is it really not possible?" The brilliance in Chen Guang's eyes dimmed, and he sighed softly as if he was feeling sorry for himself, "Sure enough, I still can't find someone who can accompany me through the last journey of my life..."

The chilly "last ride" made someone who was about to turn around and leave suddenly get goosebumps all over his body.Turning around hesitantly, a little puzzled, "Can I ask? Why did you pick me?"

"Heh ~ because you are also a perfectionist, Editor Mo." Chen Guang smiled softly, but his voice was a little low, which made people feel inexplicably bitter, "I believe that with your sense of responsibility and self-demand, if you can promise me , my last days may be much easier and happier..."

Is this putting a high hat on him?

Mo Guangxia observed Chen Guang's expression suspiciously, but only saw sincerity on his face.

"..." After looking at the other party calmly for a while, he gradually put away his cold and rigid attitude. Just as he was about to say okay, the phone in his pocket rang happily.

The call was naturally from Xiao Chengzhuo. He inquired about the results of the inspection, and finally felt relieved after learning that there was no abnormality.

"As long as you have nothing good to do, Guangxia. I have to work overtime tonight, and I have a small problem with the new program for the client... By the way, I bought you a cheesecake from Lucy's Bakery, and I just dropped by to send it back It's home...don't forget to eat, that's my 'heart of ice in Lucy'..."

This man is really able to quote from other sources at any time, and it seems that his literary background is quite profound... Mo Guangxia found that his brain circuit was completely out of touch with the other party in this respect.

He frowned, covered the receiver of the phone and signaled to Chen Guang beside him, "Let me think about the matter of the personal assistant... I'll take a step first."

Smiling and nodding to watch someone go downstairs while talking on the phone, Chen Guang lowered his eyes and smiled.

Xiao Chengzhuo, who vowed to live for himself, would actually guard someone peacefully in such a way. In his past memory, it has never happened in the Arabian Nights.

Compared to waiting in place, that man is better at taking the initiative to attack.

Once he made a decision, he always took action immediately, as if he had resolutely left himself in the first place.

"It's you who told me that love is all 'made'... Hehe, don't you mind, let me practice it with yours?"