If honesty is a disease

"Hey, Mo, you have to be clear, if such a blatant behavior is caught by the media, you don't know how it will be reported!"

"It's time to put your PR skills to the test."

"Mo! I'm not joking with you, and what should I do if I was photographed by other people!" Ke Yong was angry and anxious, "Several people secretly photographed you when you had the injection just now."

"Isn't this hospital private? There are still so many people, which shows that the living standard of our country has improved."

"You really... pissed me off!"

After being angry for a while, Ke Yong felt that Mo Fang had become abnormal since he met that man. Although he joked before, it would not be as dense as today, and he didn't feel sorry for himself anymore...

"It's really too big to stay!"

Mo Fang sighed, closed his eyes and rested for a while, then said sickly: "I've been too tired from work these days, so I just took this opportunity to take a rest, otherwise people will think I'm a man of iron. Besides, there's nothing wrong with secretly taking pictures. I'm a normal person and I get sick too."

"You have diarrhea, diarrhea, Emma, ​​I'm so worried."

"Then, if you eat too much, you will definitely have diarrhea." Mo Fang looked at him aggrievedly, "I can't help it."

Ke Yong put his hands on his hips and sneered, "If you always have diarrhea, I think your family will hate you sooner or later."

"Is it okay not to talk about this topic?"

"Not good." Ke Yong clicked his tongue, "You said you had diarrhea shortly after lunch. Fortunately, Moricz asked you to have dinner in a relatively low-key manner and no one knew about it. Otherwise, I would have figured out what tomorrow's headlines are. , Maybe it will rise to an international political issue, it is really going to die."

When Geng Zhi came in, he just heard the last sentence. He stood at the door and looked nervously at Mo Fang on the hospital bed. Although the beds in private hospitals are well furnished and the bedding is not the blue and white strips of ordinary hospitals, he was quite frightened. , plus his cheeks were slightly swollen, and his expression was very strange.

Ke Yong was taken aback when he saw Geng Zhi. Geng Zhi had already changed out of the suit that got in the way, and he was wearing a very ordinary t-shirt and casual sweatpants. It was several blocks away from the style he was wearing just now, almost a city away. .He looked at his wrist resolutely, he didn't bring anything, shoes, canvas that can be seen everywhere, my God, the clothes just now couldn't be borrowed.

Thinking of this possibility, Ke Yong looked at Mo Fang not only with pity, but also with worthlessness.Does that mean that if you try harder, you still have hope?Mo Fang doesn't know how to attack well now, maybe he will know if he works hard on his own?Moreover, there is no need to maintain the quality of life, and the quality of life represents money. How can you make the darling of the fashion circle look good without money?

"Well, Brother Yong, you go first." Mo Fang waved.

It's really sad... Ke Yong stared at Geng Zhi blatantly, and then said to Mo Fang: "I can't leave, you are my artist, I want to guarantee that there will be no bad reports about you tomorrow."

"Then hurry up and find the person who secretly took pictures of me, and delete those pictures."

"Okay, I'm going out for a walk, I'll be right back."

Ke Yong left, Mo Fang lay on the bed and looked at Geng Zhi, Geng Zhi asked him: "Can I sit?"

The person in front of him was dressed casually, but he felt a lot closer: "Sit down."

Geng Zhi pulled a chair and sat down beside his bed, looked at the needle on his wrist, and said: "You haven't been sick much since you were young, and this is the first time I saw you taking a bottle."

Mo Fang closed his eyes, as if recalling the past: "The past few years have not been less sick, especially the two years when you just left."

Geng Zhi carefully held his fingertips: "I'm sorry."

Mo Fang didn't utter a sound or open his eyes. The temperature and touch of his fingertips were so real, but Mo Fang felt that he was not at all at ease.

"I called you, you turned off the phone, and then the owner changed, I always thought it was fake, people called me crazy. I also went to your house, and your house was sold. I sent you an email at Leave a message on QQ, until yesterday, oh, no, until today, there is no response at all," Mo Fang's voice gradually became nasal, "Now you suddenly came back and stood in front of me..."

"I'm sorry, Momo, I'm sorry!" Geng Zhi lowered his head and carefully kissed his fingertips, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mo Fang withdrew his hand. Although the blood vessel was pierced with a hose, it still hurt a little bit. He frowned and calmed down: "This is too cheap for me, really."

"I..." Geng Zhi looked at Mo Fang's red eyes, and felt very sad, "When I went home, I didn't want to go abroad. My dad looked at my mobile phone, and then I told him."

Mo Fang turned to look at him: "What did you say? Your dad knows?"

"Well, he..." Geng Zhi looked at the dripping liquid in the hanging bottle, recalling what happened back then, "He made a lot of trouble at the time, I was impatient, so I slammed the door and went out. When I came back, my phone was gone. It's..."

Seeing Geng Zhi frowning, Mo Fang felt that he didn't want to mention those days, but for the seven years of blankness, he couldn't let Geng Zhi not be there in these seven years, even if it was a little thing.

"stomachache."

"Rub it for you?" Geng Zhi put a hand in to help him rub his stomach, "I told you that I wouldn't listen."

"Just tell me what I want to hear," Mo Fang lazily and comfortably hummed twice, "I want to know, it's not because of curiosity, nor because I want to pry into your secrets, but, I I don’t want to feel that I’m a stranger to you, do you know this feeling? I’m so looking forward to your return, I’m thinking of you tomorrow and every day, I can’t sleep because of thinking about you… But when I really saw you, I felt, oh, you Come back, you have changed, you are strange, the life you left, without my participation, I don’t know if you are still the same as before, are you also the same as me, thinking of me every day like I miss you ..."

Mo Fang closed his eyes, tears flowed down, dripped on the pillow, and slowly wiped a large piece of it. Looking at Mo Fang sadly, he was more uncomfortable than Mo Fang. Looking back on those days now, he feels very sad. heavy.

Seeing Mo Fang sobbing softly, he didn't seem to want Geng Zhi to see him like this, and gradually curled up, looking at the person in front of him, Geng Zhi can imagine how Mo Fang has lived these years.

Although it is very difficult for him to be abroad, these seven years are not a topic that the two of them are willing to bring up, but if they don’t want to mention it, they still have to talk about it. Like Mo Fang, he wants to know more about Mo Fang .Carefully helped Mo Fang up, let him lean into his arms, and Mo Fang lay on his shoulders, weeping softly at first, and then crying loudly.

After crying enough, Geng Zhi shook the bed for him to make him sit comfortably, and when pouring water for Mo Fang, Mo Fang found that Geng Zhi seldom used his left hand: "What's wrong with your hand?"

"Slapped by my dad."