I'm dead again [quick time travel]

Mu Zhixu didn't know what happened to Qiao Jiu that day. Qiao Jiu didn't tell him, and he didn't plan to ask for the time being.

But this incident was like a thorn in his heart, and he couldn't sleep well for a long time. When he closed his eyes, he saw Qiao Jiu's empty and dim eyes, like fireworks that were completely extinguished after the splendor .

But unexpectedly, Qiao Jiu's condition seems to be much better.

He still doesn't talk much, but every time he eats, he won't stuff his stomach so hard, and he will try his best to sleep well, go for a walk in the small garden outside, and he will be special when he takes medicine and injections. Cooperate with the doctor.

Everything seems to be going in the right direction.

But Mu Zhixu always felt a little uneasy.

He gently pushed open the door of Qiao Jiu's ward, only to see a furry head, the room was very close, he could hear the heavy breathing coming from under the quilt, it was probably stuffy.

Pulling back the quilt, he saw Qiao's long-unknown sleeping face.

Maybe it was because he had a bad dream, his brows were furrowed, and he was still muttering something with a smile on his face. Mu Zhixu leaned closer to listen, and heard the words Li Chenzhou clearly.

He paused for about half a minute, his expression was a little dazed, as if he had thought of something, then he stood up straight as if nothing had happened, and walked out.

Qiao Jiu did have a nightmare. In the dream, Li Chenzhou and that beautiful boy walked in front of him hand in hand. He stretched out his hand to pull Li Chenzhou's sleeve, but he only caught the wind in his hand. It was cold and empty, as if it was in his hand. In, it seems to be in his heart.

Qiao Jiu frowned, wanted to cry, but couldn't.

He knew he was dreaming, but he couldn't wake up, so he could only keep repeating the dream.

Li Chenzhou pulled the boy past him for the interview, the boy couldn't hide his smile, and the gentleness on Li Chenzhou's face.

Over and over again, it was staged in front of him again and again.

It was as if someone was holding a knife and gouging out Qiao Jiu's heart one after another. Did you see that?

See the bones?

Qiao Jiu frowned and let out a small whimper, which was very obvious in this empty room, but no one heard it.

In another place not far away, Mu Zhixu saw a man in a coat sitting on a chair, panting heavily while clutching his heart, and the people around him rushed to him with worried faces and handed him a cup of hot water.

Mu Zhixu stood beside him: "Is it better?"

"Same as usual," the man didn't turn his head, his voice was deep, but for no reason it made people hear a sense of weakness.

Mu Zhixu pursed his lips slightly: "Are you still planning to let that person stay outside?"

"So what if you stay," the man said, "Don't forget, I have already given him the right to experience this life."

Mu Zhixu's eyes fell on the wheelchair not far in front of him, and then on the delicate and not petty blanket. His throat moved, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

The man gently pushed the wheelchair: "Come on, come and play chess with me."

Mu Zhixu nodded slightly and followed.

Qiao Jiu had already woken up. He wrapped himself in the quilt and looked around. There was no one there. The round-faced little nurse and Mu Zhixu didn't know where they went. The whole room was empty. Qiao Jiu You can even hear the echo of your own coughing.

He stayed in the room for a long time, but no one came in, so he stood up slowly, pushed open the door of the ward and walked out.

Probably because there is no one else around, Qiao Jiu can observe everything around him more carefully. He tried to think about how he spent here before, but he couldn't remember it all the time. A patient in blue stripes ran up to Qiao Jiu, holding a blue worm in his hand.

Qiao Jiu didn't know what kind of bug it was. It was a conspicuous green outside, and the green was very rich. It was pinched in the dirty hands of the patient. Qiao Jiu recognized the patient. Every time he saw him, he squatted under the tree. Catch bugs under his feet, so it’s not difficult to imagine why his hands are so dirty. He sent the bugs to Qiao Jiu, maybe because his hands were too hard, the bugs were squeezed out with green juice, and the green juice was squeezed out between his fingers. The mud mixed together, forming a strange color.

Qiao Jiu frowned and turned his head subconsciously.

The man seemed to be irritated by Qiao Jiu's actions, he threw the bug away and stretched out his fist to beat Qiao Jiu.

Speaking of which, he is much taller and burlier than Qiao Jiu. Qiao Jiu lost his appearance before. Although he has grown back a little recently, the effect is not so obvious. Now Qiao Jiu is standing in front of this burly man who likes bugs, just like Like a little chicken, it can be picked up in a second.

When the surrounding patients saw Qiao Jiu and the others, they stopped what they were doing and looked in their direction, and some even started to boo.

Qiao Jiu watched the fist get closer and closer, and then stopped less than three centimeters away from him. In fact, Qiao Jiu didn't know how long the distance between his face and his fist was, but he felt very close, very close. As he got closer, he could even feel the icy wind of fists.

After a while, he didn't feel any reaction from the person in front of him. He opened his eyes and saw the man in front of him with a blank expression on his face. He didn't even blink his eyes. The surrounding suddenly became extremely quiet. Qiao Jiu looked around and found that the onlookers were also Just like being cast a hold spell, he stood silently in place, motionless.

Qiao Jiu:...

The man in front of him suddenly looked at Qiao Jiu as if he had come to his senses, his eyes were a little dazed, and his expression was a little dull. After a few seconds, he shook his head and asked Qiao Jiu in a low voice, "What are you doing?"

"Ah——" Before Qiao Jiu could answer, he suddenly screamed. It was hard to imagine that a 1.9-meter strong man could make such a voice, like a girl with a sharp voice.

Not to mention, it's still a little sweet.

Qiao Jiu suddenly remembered a sentence——

Internet dating?My loli voice.

He forgot where he saw this sentence, but when he thought of this sentence and looked at the handsome man in front of him, he really thought it was funny.

The brawny man screamed for a while before he realized that he seemed to have forgotten his job, so he quickly lowered his head to look for the worm he had thrown away, and shouted while searching: "Qingqing, Qingqing—"

It is so sincere, so touching.

Qiao Jiu sniffed and was about to slip away when he was suddenly stopped by a shadow flying past him.

That shadow flew directly over...

Although it is not very high and not very far, but it did fly over in front of Qiao Jiu, and shouted while flying: "My lord, my servant is here to help you—"

Qiao Jiu: "..."

Then, another blue figure passed in front of Qiao Jiu: "Fun Lord, surrender quickly—"

He was still holding a banana leaf in his hand, which should be used as a weapon, and he patted it straight on the strong man. The strong man was looking down for bugs, and he didn't even look at him. The banana leaf was about to touch the strong man. , Zhou Wei inhaled for a while, and Qiao Jiu couldn't help taking a deep breath, holding his breath and looking at them.

The process of the leaves falling seemed to be in slow motion. At the very moment, the first shadow that flew out rushed over again, blocking the "King" and taking all the damage from the banana leaves for the "King".

Qiao Jiu heaved a sigh of relief, and then spurned himself, what the hell was he nervous about.

When the strong man "King" turned his head, what he saw was the scene of his loyal courtiers falling.

The dying courtier's face was pale, with a smile on his mouth: "Your Majesty—"

There were countless emotions in his voice, and in the end it only turned into one sentence: "It's good that you're fine."

"Don't listen to the nonsense of those old men." The dying courtier glanced at the "old man" holding a banana leaf in a sluggish state: "They have long coveted your throne, so they have tried every means to deceive you and hinder you. ..You must not listen to them, you are doing very well, you are the best king...the most worthy of following..."

As he said that, he looked at Qiao Jiu again: "You must also not be fooled by those vixen..."

Hu Meizi Qiao Jiu: "..."

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The dying courtier hugged the dazed King's leg, "My Majesty... Your Majesty... My Majesty... My Majesty will call you again. ..”

The box king still held a moving bug in his hand, and stared blankly at the weak courtier who was holding his leg.

"Big... big king..."

The loyal courtier finally fell down, his hands still tightly hugging the king's calf.

The king seemed to have finally realized something, and squeezed the bug to death with his hand. Qiao Jiu looked at the bug that had turned into a ball of meat sauce, and thought that this time it was really belching.

The king wanted to kneel down, but his calf was still being hugged by the dead courtier, so he couldn't complete such a difficult move, so he had to squat down, hug the courtier and cry, and he was still muttering something. Qiao Jiu listened carefully, and he just heard it His name is Qingqing...

So is it the dead servants or the dead bugs that the king is crying...

As soon as the king cried, the onlookers couldn't help crying too, and some people knelt down sparsely.

Qiao Jiu even heard someone shouting in the crowd: "The general has passed away—" the voice was crying.

Qiao Jiu: ...I'll go.

But unexpectedly, as soon as these words came out, the patients in the entire activity hall knelt down, and the cries filled Qiao Jiu's ears.

Qiao Jiu was dumbfounded.

A voice came from not far away: "What are you doing?"

Qiao Jiu raised his head and stared at Mu Zhixu with big eyes, the atmosphere was not to mention awkward.

Mu Zhixu led Qiao Jiu back to his room, and the half-smile in his eyes along the way made Qiao Jiu wish he could find a hole in the ground.

But soon Qiao Jiu realized that he had nothing to be ashamed of. Anyway, he was a psychopath, and it was not normal for a neuropathy to do nothing. Thinking of this, he gradually became normal.

As usual, it was time to chat with Mu Zhixu.

Mu Zhixu strongly criticized and condemned Qiao Jiu's thinking, but Qiao Jiu just looked careless.

Mu Zhixu suddenly asked, "Do you want to go out?"

Qiao Jiu shook his head almost reflexively.

After shaking his head, he was stunned. He didn't think about what Mu Zhixu said just now, nor did he think about giving any response, but his body shook his head almost instinctively. After shaking his head, Qiao Jiu's It took time for the brain to think about it.

Want to go out?

Is that why you don't want to go out?

Qiao Jiu raised his head and saw Mu Zhixu. At this time, Mu Zhixu became a little ethereal in his eyes, his eyes were a little loose, and his consciousness began to blur. Finally, he heard Mu Zhixu's voice: "You must will go out."

His voice was so sure, as if he had made up his mind.

"But, I don't want to go out..." Qiao Jiu opened his mouth, but he didn't say anything, he could only say in his heart: "I don't want to..."

I don't want to go out...

I just want to stay here...