Epigenetic

Previously, Youhun took three days off, and one week off from the competition. Now that grandma is sick, Zhu Weixing has to ask for leave again.The school is easy to talk about, the part-time job in the cafe, but Zhu Weixing felt sorry for Boss Cheng, so he went to the old man's workshop to apologize face-to-face while his grandma was taking a nap.

After hearing this, Boss Cheng waved his hand and said it didn't matter: "I'm going to make a simple decoration for the store in two days, and I wanted you all to have a short vacation. You came just in time, come and have a look. I want to expand the stage. Move the auditorium farther away so that people in the audience won’t be staring at you all the time, okay? By the way, the walls need to be painted, and these photos will be taken down later. You don’t have to be embarrassed, and stay with your grandma at ease. Is the money enough? Do you want to advance your salary?"

Boss Cheng Zhu Weixing couldn't not feel his overly attentive attitude towards him. Apart from being grateful, he knew in his heart that it was for He Linglan's sake that he took care of him like this.

As Zhu Weixing's memory recovered more and more, he also had a little impression of this round-headed boss Cheng. The other party and Lou Mingyue were of the same age. He also often visits Lou's house during New Year's Eve, and it seems that he gradually stopped seeing people after he graduated from university.

Zhu Weixing declined the kindness of Boss Cheng, turned his head to look at the stage art photos that had been taken on the wall, hesitated for a while, and asked, "How did you think of giving the band such a name?"

Boss Cheng became amused when he heard it: "Do you know our band?"

He said again: "Ah, did Jiang Lai tell you? That kid is really our hardest promotion ambassador."

I wish MSI the right to be the default.

Boss Cheng said: "The bass player of our orchestra started it. I don't know what movies or novels he read, ghosts, ghosts, totem worship, so he came up with this name. Now I think it's a bit unorthodox, but at the time I really thought Pretty cool."

MSI Zhu murmured: "Bass player..."

Jiang Lai adores the bass player of the Nuo Dance Club. He is a young master from a rich family who obviously has excellent piano skills but chose to study in a third-rate school like U Art, and he also chose pop music... Who is the identity of the bass player? MSI made it obvious without even thinking about it.

Seeing him staring at the photos on the wall, Boss Cheng sensed his concern for the band, smiled and flipped through a few books and CDs from one shelf.

Tossed a plate to Zhu Weixing and said: "If you are interested, take it and listen to it. I made a lot of it at the beginning, but it still accumulates dust."

Zhu Weixing took it and took a look, it turned out to be the only album released by Nuo Dance Club.The cover is a ghost face with a green face and fangs, and the title of the album is the title song of the same name, which is called "Bonfire".

The style of the whole album is a special mix and match, surrealism mixed with ghostly national totems, half of realistic photos, half of hand-painted style, the splashed background is bright and dazzling, full of weird and bizarre feelings.

Boss Cheng said: "I wanted to do it well back then. It didn't cost much to find a professional designer for the MV and binding, and it didn't cost much to borrow a venue. Anyway, it was for fun, so there was no need to pick and choose. In the end, the others were unwilling and said they would do it. We did it all by ourselves, so everything from the scenes to the props was taken out by ourselves, don’t tell me, it’s quite decent, this is barely pretending.”

As soon as the words were finished, the album in Zhu Weixing's hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and the face of the person in front of him turned slightly pale.

Boss Cheng was taken aback, and asked Zhu Weixing if he was feeling uncomfortable. He shook his head in a trance, and then picked up the album and joked: "Isn't it because I was scared by this style? Ah, it's a bit of a tendency to be evil, and there are many online Damn, it’s normal for you not to adapt.”

Zhu Weixing grabbed the album, turned to the last few pages, pointed to a slightly blurred photo in the corner and asked, "This car... who owns this blue car?"

Boss Cheng was a little surprised and he was anxious: "It's our team members."

MSI Zhu muttered: "Murcielago..."

Boss Cheng was surprised: "Hey, you know the goods. The model Ip670 has been discontinued. This supercar was limited to [-] units worldwide. This is the only modified starry sky blue. You can't see this color elsewhere."

Zhu Weixing stared at him blankly: "Where is the car...?"

Boss Cheng sighed: "It crashed."

Zhu Weixing: "How did it hit?"

Boss Cheng was a little surprised by his inquiring, but he still said: "I don't know, the owner of the car was in a coma at the time, and he was not in a good mood after waking up. We didn't ask much about it for fear of provoking him."

Zhu Weixing stared at the album in a daze for a long time before softly saying: "The car owner... is the bass player of your group?"

Boss Cheng: "Yes."

……

Walking all the way back to the Central Hospital from No. 77, Zhu Weixing looked a little dazed.There was a drizzle falling from the sky, bit by bit, it drenched him thoroughly from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, but he didn't seem to be able to perceive it, and let the water drip along the sea, and he couldn't remember to raise his hand to wipe.

Ever since hearing what Zhang Mingming said, Zhu Weixing has been thinking about Jiang Yi's relationship with that funeral.

He made many excuses for Jiang Yi, for example, it was a coincidence, it was an accident, he knew someone in the orchestra, he met someone in the funeral home, but he stayed at the scene for two hours, and Miao Lan was there In this case, only the two of them are involved.The only explanation was that Jiang Yi was acquainted with the two people in the urn.

But in terms of familiarity, Tingzhi is familiar, sister-in-law is familiar, even Boss Cheng should be more familiar than Jiang Yi on the surface.

Why him?Why is it him?

Zhu Weixing, who has always been smart, couldn't figure it out this time anyway.And now, he seems to have finally found a breakthrough for himself.

If... Yan Jinliang owed Jiang Yi his life, then Jiang Yi showed up at the funeral, this excuse, no, would this explanation be much more reasonable?

Will it?

Zhu Weixing stumbled lightly and nearly fell down. He helped the handrail, only to realize that he had reached the end.

He forgot to take the elevator, and walked up the safe passage of the central hospital, and he almost climbed to the top floor without knowing it.

When she came to her senses, Zhu Weixing wanted to turn around, but suddenly stopped and looked up at the small locked iron gate.

A few familiar pictures faintly flashed in front of my eyes.

He wanted to go back to the ward from the examination room, and suddenly found a small door at the entrance of the corridor opened.He was so curious that he took two steps and saw a wheelchair barely parked by the steps. A boy sat on it with his head down. If he didn't pay attention, if he leaned forward, he could fall down the stairs.

Although Lou Mingyue didn't like to be nosy, but this scene was really dangerous, so she thought about retreating carefully and went to the nurse to deal with it.

He walked silently, but he was still noticed by the person in the wheelchair, who turned his head first and looked at him coolly.

The back is tall and generous, but the face turned around is extremely young, only fourteen or fifteen years old, almost a child.

Lou Mingyue seemed to recognize that the other party was a patient who moved to the next ward a few days ago, so she paused.

It was only then that he saw clearly that the child had a cigarette in his mouth. Fortunately, he didn't light it, but his posture was old-fashioned, and his eyes were full of worldly apathy, which contrasted strangely with his childish appearance.

But at the moment when he met Lou Mingyue, the child's pupils seemed to light up slightly, and then quickly disappeared.

Lou Mingyue heard him ask: "Why?"

Lou Mingyue didn't understand: "What?"

There was a thick bandage on the child's head, and plaster casts on his feet. He seemed to be sitting in some pain, with his body half tilted.

The boy asked: "Why did you pay to save me? We don't even know each other, do we? We're just strangers."

I don't know if it was Lou Mingyue's illusion, or he seemed to have resentment in his heart, and he bit the last sentence very hard.

Lou Mingyue did not publicly disclose the fact that the Lou family had injected funds into the Central Hospital to help some specific people, and he did not know where the child heard the news, and he was able to accurately know himself, which is also a bit of a skill.

Lou Mingyue remained expressionless: "No reason. You can take it as if you won a lottery."

The young man sneered: "How do you know that I want to be treated? Maybe I won't thank you even if you paid for it."

Lou Mingyue didn't care: "The gaming company doesn't need the thanks of the lottery players. If you want to give up, just give up the spot, and you can move out in the afternoon and let someone else come in."

What he said made the boy's eyebrows stand up, as if he was angry: "Do you have any sympathy? Talking to a patient and a child like this, I'm going to be mad at you, what should I do if I slide down from here?"

Lou Mingyue was taken aback. Since he was a child, he had been in contact with gentle people. Even his business competitors had to put on a face and maintain a false peace. The brat who complained first.

Lou Mingyue was seriously curious: "Are you... puberty?"

The boy straightened up and said angrily, "You fart!" He kicked the ground with his plastered foot, causing the wheelchair to slide a few centimeters towards the steps.

In the end, Lou Mingyue cared about the child's life, so she silently closed her mouth, but her expression didn't show much regret and sympathy, she shook her head as if she wanted to leave.

He was called out by the unreasonable stinky child behind him: "Wait!"

Lou Mingyue could have ignored it, but after thinking about it, he still looked at the other party cooperatively.

The boy asked: "Do you really think that life will still be meaningful after a cripple like me is cured?"

Lou Mingyue recalled the conversation between his family members and Dr. Xu when they first met each other. This child seemed to practice sports before, but since then, his dream may have been shattered and he will never be the same again.

Lou Mingyue asked back: "Why is there no meaning? Everyone has different meanings to live at different stages of life. It is a pity to give up halfway."

The young man was biting the cigarette in his mouth, with a carefree expression on his face: "It's easy for you to say, but you don't even know what I've been through..."

At that moment, the gray silence that flashed just now appeared in his eyes again, as if he had experienced life and death, and tasted all kinds of life, that kind of tiredness far surpassed his external youthful skin, like an old man Corrupted like an old man.

Lou Mingyue's heart twitched inexplicably, she calmed down slightly, and said indifferently: "There is no need for others to know, it is enough for you to know."

The boy was taken aback for a moment, then sneered again, and stopped talking.

However, he felt that the wheelchair under him suddenly moved slightly. It turned out that a person standing in the distance walked behind him at some point, grabbed the handlebar of the handlebar, and slowly pulled the boy away from the edge of the steps.

The young man frowned, and wanted to move, but he heard the person behind him push him to the ward, and said softly: "It doesn't matter that the life in front of you is meaningless, many people don't, and they all live well. Even if there is Meaningful people, all of them are of all kinds, which means that there are so many things out there, you are so proud, so consider yourself great, why can’t you find them if others can have them? You can also find one and use it first, someday If you don’t like it, just change it, there will always be something you agree with.”

It is rare for Lou Mingyue to say such a long sentence. The young man listened carefully at first, but then the more he listened, the more he felt that something was wrong, and he became irritable again: "What's so messed up, you should change your phone? So casual!" The mentally handicapped words of a [-]-year-old kid to prevaricate him.

Walking to the front of the ward, Lou Mingyue let go of her hand, suddenly raised the corners of her mouth, and showed a very shallow smile, half of the frost and snow on her face instantly melted, making her look more beautiful and handsome.

He said: "It's not a lie, I changed them one by one like this."