King of home technology

Mo Guangxia walked down the steps of the hospital while making a phone call.

"I put that cake on the table in the restaurant. Don't forget, the cheese is easy to melt... But don't throw it away after it's melted. It has other uses..."

Xiao Chengzhuo exhorted on the other end with a half-smile.

"Other uses?" Mo Guangxia asked incredulously.

"Hmm... that thing is very slippery... I can change it when I go back..." Without blushing or panting, the man on the other end of the phone was actually able to speak such obscene words in an upright manner.

"Xiao Chengzhuo, that's enough!" A certain person had to suppress the veins popping out on his forehead after the embarrassing experience in the hospital corridor in the afternoon, and lowered his voice to warn.

"Hehe, well, I won't tease you...but, Guangxia, you'd better not eat that cake..." The tone was still generous and serious.

"Get out!!!" Mo Guangxia finally got angry, and was about to start cursing, but was suddenly diverted by the interrupted notification sound, "Well, I have an interrupted broadcast, so hang up first."

"You didn't avoid the topic on purpose, did you?"

Mo Guangxia black line, shit, this guy is smarter than a fox.

"Okay, there's really an episode. That's it, Bye-bye!"

Hastily picked up the line, and switched in the broadcast.As a result, as soon as I picked it up, I heard my mother crying on the other side.

"Guang Xia... woo woo woo..."

The mother-in-law has always been a heroine, and a heroine does not shed tears lightly, and it must be a big deal to make her cry like this.

All kinds of unfavorable situations flashed through his mind, he quickly cleared his throat, and tried to calm down, "Mom, don't cry, tell me what happened?"

"Guangxia, your father... your father..."

"Father? What's wrong with him?" Mo Guangxia sensed that something was wrong with his father, and took out the car keys from his pocket in confusion, "I'll go back right away, calm down, and we'll talk about it when I go back."

From the central hospital to home, he didn't know how many red lights he had run through, rushed into the apartment door without even waiting for the elevator, rushed all the way to the sixth floor and smashed his own door desperately.

"Mom! Open the door! Mom!"

The door of the house opened in response, and Mrs. Mo's tear-stained face appeared in front of the door.

When Fang Fang saw his panting son, he was stunned for a moment, and asked very puzzled: "Guang Xia, you and Cheng Zhuo quarreled again? Why did you come back in such a hurry?"

"Mom?" He didn't bother to ask, he pushed his mother away and walked into the house, "Where's Dad? How's it going? Do you want to call an ambulance?"

"What ambulance? Why are you cursing your father so hard?!" Mo's mother had just closed the door, and when she heard this sentence, she immediately scolded.

"What's the matter so noisy?" Mr. Mo came out of the study wearing reading glasses, and was overjoyed to see his son, "Guangxia, you came back just in time, hurry up! Come and help my father to persuade your mother..."

"Dad? What's going on?" Mo Guangxia's face suddenly darkened when he looked at his father who was intact and energetic, and then at his mother behind him, "What are you two doing?"

"..." Both Mr. Mo and Mrs. Mo were silent.

"What's going on?" Mo Guangxia frowned, and the divine beast aura was covered in black clouds.

"That... your father won't let me go to Chen Guang's signing event..." After hesitating, Mrs. Mo looked away guiltily.

"...Mom!" As if he couldn't bear it any longer, Mo Guangxia turned to look at her, with a look of both helplessness and anger.

"But is he Chenguang's NC fan... I really like him." Mo's mother was aggrieved with tears in her eyes, "It's a rare opportunity to get close to my own life, and your father won't allow me to go..."

"That's what it is! What's the matter with you, an old lady, mixing with a group of little girls, crying and screaming." Mr. Mo just discussed the matter, "Guangxia, don't you think so?"

"Milfs with yarn!!! I'm a beautiful young woman! Beautiful young women! You can call me again next time, a milf! From now on, you can cook by yourself!!!" Mrs. Mo yelled at her husband, but After touching his son's frozen eyes, he returned to being cautious in the next second, "Guangxia, aren't you the editor-in-chief of Chenguang now?

Can you help mom get an autograph? "

"..." Mo Guangxia stood in the middle of the living room and supported his forehead.

"Guangxia, wait a minute!" Mrs. Mo seized the rare opportunity of his return, turned around and went into the bedroom to fetch a hardcover book, "Take this with you, and when you see Chenguang, you must help my mother." I need an autograph... It would be even better if I could bring a photo..."

"..."

Mo Guangxia was silent.

Not long ago, Chen Guang's indifferent face flashed before his eyes.

He smiled and talked about his terminal illness, in an understatement, as if he was talking about other people's affairs.But maybe in the near future, he will disappear with a screech like dry ice in the sun.

It was like a chaotic dream... Standing in the middle of the living room, he was holding the hardcover book that his mother had stuffed for him. The cover was printed "To the Future Memorial" in gold-stamped fonts with full texture. It was a popular novel before Chenguang signed a contract with their publishing house.

He also had a rough reading of that book, and it probably told the story of a talented musician who went through all kinds of love and hatred and finally died young.

When he watched it, he scoffed at it very much, thinking that it was a work that satisfies NC lolita pretending to be thirteen.

Less than 20 days later, he heard the author himself tell him the news that he was about to die from a malignant brain tumor a few hours ago, and he also witnessed the medical records in black and white.He has every reason to believe that this work is Chen Guang writing his own story.

"Remembrance for the future"... So, what does he want to commemorate?

Believe it or not, sometimes life is more violent than the [-] o'clock series.

Each of us is a bad actor who thinks he's good at acting.

I made a mistake, but there was no director to call out "cut" and do it all over again.

While thinking about these things, he kept standing still.The book in his hand was subconsciously opened to a certain page, but his eyes were completely wandering, without focus.

"Guangxia, would you like to stay for dinner and call Chengzhuo by the way?" After asking three times in a row but he didn't respond, his mother tentatively pushed his shoulder.

"...Mom?" He focused his eyes on the solemn mother's face as if waking up from a dream.

"You've been in a daze since the very beginning..." Mom Mo pulled him to sit down on the sofa, "What's wrong? Is it because you're not feeling well or because you're under too much pressure from work?... If it's really difficult, it's okay if Mom doesn't want to sign ..."

"It's okay. I was just thinking about work." He shook his head.

"No, there must be something wrong with you wandering around like this. I gave birth to you." His mother held his hand, "You can tell Mom..."

"No...really not..." Pulling out his hand somewhat unnaturally, he tried his best to smile nonchalantly, "I just suddenly found that this book is very good-looking."

Mo's mother was stunned for a moment, and then she smiled and believed it was true, "HOHOHOHO... I found a good friend. After reading a few pages, I was fascinated? This Chenguang is really amazing!"

"Hmm..." He nodded, still looking absent-minded.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, you can stay here for dinner tonight." Mo's mother stood up again, "How about making you your favorite fish-flavored smooth egg?"

"...Yeah." He nodded, but when his mother was about to walk into the kitchen, he stopped her loudly.

"mom……"

"Huh?" Mother Mo turned her head in surprise.

"This book..." He raised the book in his hand, "Can you lend me a few days to read it?"

"It's just a borrowed book, why are you shouting so loudly? It scared me." Patting her chest, Mo's mother heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, "You can take it if you want to read it, and you can read it for as long as you want."

He flipped through the epilogue of the novel, walked towards his bedroom in a trance, and was reminded by his father halfway, "Hey! Be careful of my orchids."

He raised his head, and found that the flower stand with the flower pot in the corner was already within walking distance from him. He stood there for a while in the pot of fragrant plants, then turned and closed the bedroom door.

Behind him, Mr. Mo shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Everyone is fascinated. You are so obsessed with a novel...Chen Guang, you don't even want to let go of a little female hormone..."

"...After the publication of this novel written to commemorate the future, I have received countless inquiries. I am really impatient with the answers. Why don't I explain it to everyone in the postscript after the reprint——First, this book The novel is just a fictional work, not an autobiography as everyone guessed; secondly, the protagonist in the work is a melancholy young man, so that the fact that he voluntarily gave up his life in the end also runs counter to my outlook on life. People who know me Everyone should know that I am very optimistic; third, contrary to the fate of the terminally ill protagonist, I am very healthy, I hope everyone will stop making unnecessary guesses..."

Lying on the bed, Mo Guangxia read the postscript written by Chen Guang himself three times over and over again, and what he said in the afternoon, "I don't want to be a so-called so-called 'dug out' in the last time of my life." Treasure'" recalled those words, pursed his lips and pondered for a moment, then touched the mobile phone on the bedside.

"Hello, Chenguang? I agreed to the matter of the personal assistant."

Being dedicated to work is one of Mo Guangxia's strengths.Ever since he promised Chen Guang to be his personal assistant, he asked for leave from the publishing house, and stayed close to this super writer during his eight-hour working hours.

It is not easy for him to hold back the anger in his stomach and let a dying person dictate to him.

However, just because the tiger is taking a nap in peace for a while, you can't really think of him as the white-faced, mouthless, human-faced cat.

Oh, by the way, this is Mo Guangxia's description. In daily life, we are more used to calling it Hellokitty.

So, one day when the off-duty time was approaching, Chen Guang dragged him to stay overnight and finally ignited the bad breath that a certain divine beast had hoarded in his chest for days.

"I'm just an editor, not a slave! Do I want to sleep with you even if I'm your personal assistant?!"

He stared resentfully at the man on the sofa.

If he could turn the vicious elements in his eyes into spikes, then Chen Guang, who was leisurely drinking tea in white home clothes at this time, would have already been reincarnated into a poisonous cactus.

It's a pity that when a person is unlucky, even if he doesn't trip over the same stone, he will encounter two similar-looking stones—everyone he has met recently has a poisonous tongue that is far superior to his.

After looking up and down accompanied by "tsk tsk tsk tsk", the man lowered his head again to look at the manuscript in his hand.The malicious taunt that came out of his mouth instantly beat someone to pieces—"Sleeping with me? You think so beautifully!"

What's the point of talking to a dying person... After taking deep breaths repeatedly, Mo Guangxia turned around and walked to the door without saying a word, opened the door and was about to leave.

"You are in such a hurry to go back because Xiao Chengzhuo doesn't know you're 'working' with me, right?"

Behind him, Chen Guang, with a pleasant tone, pointedly exposed the fact that he had deliberately concealed it.

"Don't let other men get close to you, I'm also obsessed with cleanliness." For some reason, he always obeyed Xiao Chengzhuo's slavish, joking warning?

Before he thought about the answer clearly, he did not mention to the other party that he came to work at Chenguang's house.One is because it is too complicated to explain, and the other is that it is inconvenient to mention his medical condition casually.

In addition, out of goodwill considerations, Chen Guang's current physical condition is not suitable for facing too many disturbances, and once Xiao Chengzhuo's ten-thousand-year vinegar vat is broken, it is estimated that the whole city will have acid rain for three days and three nights-then A man is not an easy character to deal with.

So a month ago at the dinner table at his parents' house, he mentioned his job change to Xiao Chengzhuo, but he only vaguely passed it on.

"Well, it's fulfilling to be busy, but remember to take care of yourself." Xiao Chengzhuo nodded with a smile, picked up a chopstick of his favorite dish and put it in his bowl.

Under the warm orange light, the man's smile is warm and stretched, like a quilt that has been dried in the sun on a sunny afternoon, so reassuring.

Even thinking about it at this moment, I can't help but raise the corners of my mouth.

However, before the muscles on both sides of the cheek could be stretched to the maximum extent, they stiffened in place because of the sudden realization of the problem.

So, from Chen Guang's perspective, he saw someone turning his head slowly, asking himself with a distorted smile that was uglier than crying: "How did you know Xiao Chengzhuo?"