Every world I die young

Due to the human design, Mo Yinglan sighed in his heart. He struggled to get up, but the man held him down and persuaded him: "Young man, don't worry, your friend's life is not in danger, he should wake up soon too." gone."

Mo Yinglan breathed a sigh of relief, and asked anxiously, "Then how is he doing now?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a long time, hesitated for a long time and couldn't say a complete sentence, his face was flushed, Mo Yinglan said calmly: "It's nothing, you can say it."

The middle-aged man looked honest and honest, and he had never lied in his life. He lowered his head and felt extremely guilty, "I'm sorry, we didn't keep an eye on the child. That little bastard is playing around like crazy every day. At first Our old couple are still at ease and have been following him and watching him, and there has been no accident, and the business in the store is busy, so we always remind him, and there is no accident, who knows..."

The middle-aged man's voice lowered, and after a while, he thought that what he said just now might not be appropriate, and hurriedly explained: "Young man, I didn't say this to shirk responsibility, even our Xiaobao is not It was intentional, our old couple didn't think of it, and we also told him not to play on the road, it really didn't happen on purpose."

Mo Yinglan interrupted him and said, "I know you didn't do it on purpose, and I also know that the child just didn't have a strong sense of safety. The car accident this time was an accident. I won't ask you for compensation, but I can't make the decision for Brother Deng. When he wakes up, you can negotiate again."

The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that they didn't want to lose money, but that they were really powerless. If they had money, why bother to open such a small shop early in the morning and late in the evening.

Mo Yinglan could see what the middle-aged man was thinking. He was just too lazy to expose it. To be honest, if Shangguan Ce was not his mission goal, he would not even bother to talk to anyone except to maintain the necessary social interaction.

But this doesn't mean that he won't get along with people. On the contrary, he is not only able to get along well with anyone, but also behaves completely differently in front of different people.

Separating the real self from the world, leaving only a pair of skins can be good at both sides.

As for what he really wants, he doesn't know himself.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and Mr. Yang walked steadily to the bed.

"grandfather."

Mr. Yang didn't answer him, but pinched his wrist, turned it over with the palm facing up, and with his sharp eyes, he saw the faint blue-black blood vessels under the skin of the wrist.

Master Yang's pupils shrank slightly, and he cursed in a low voice, "You're so messed up, are you going to kill yourself?"

Mo Yinglan pursed her lips and remained silent.

The middle-aged man thought that Mr. Yang was talking about the car accident, so he said guiltily: "Well, you guys talk, I'll go out first, call me if you need anything."

After all, the middle-aged man took out a pen and a piece of crumpled paper from his pocket. There were immature handwriting written in pencil on it. It seemed that it should be the homework paper that the boy had used up. He wrote blank paper on the paper. Write down your phone number and name somewhere.

The door of the ward was gently closed, and Mr. Yang stared at Mo Yinglan, "Xiao Zhu, exorcising ghosts is no joke, even if you are jealous, you can't do it like this. If you are not careful, you will die without a place to die." , why do you take your own life as a joke?"

Mo Yinglan still lowered his head, Mr. Yang looked at him like this, Deng Zebao was still awake, he didn't know what happened, but Mr. Yang was so experienced, he had never seen anyone in most of his life.

"You, could it be that you..."