Declare war on depression, against day and night

Last night, Mao Shiyi dragged Bie Ming and fell into the soft big bed together. He had long arms and legs, and drowsily used Bie Ming as a warm pillow. The pillow is fast asleep.Poor Bie Ming was so trembling, he didn't dare to move his fingers, his body was stiff and conscious for several hours.

The curtains in the room can no longer cover the bright sunlight. After waking up to the world outside the window, the whole room becomes clear and warm, and every corner and every detail is undiscovered.Bie Ming is a little sensitive to sunlight, every time the sunlight invades the room, he hides his face in the dark under the bed.

As soon as Mao Shiyi woke up, he was in a good mood, and he stretched a lot, only to let out a comfortable "meow".

He sat on the bed, looked at Bie Ming a little bit, thought he put the quilt on his head calmly, thought it was funny, so he didn't bother.When Bie Ming stopped, he lifted the quilt with a "wow", saw him huddled up like a shrimp, and laughed loudly: "When I woke up, I got up, why did you still put on the quilt? Didn't you sleep enough? I like being quilted." I hold?"

Bie Ming: "..."

"Ignore me again? Huh? What is the inexplicable reason this time?"

"I want to go back to my room."

"Didn't you say you need my help?"

Bie Ming shrank his body even tighter: "I want to go back to my room."

Mao Shishi: "..."

Back in the room, I don’t have long legs. I tied you up and you refused to let you go, or what?Mao Shishi grinned, feeling that he had spent hundreds of years of good temper on this little guy.If it wasn't for his ninth tail in his eyes, and he hadn't found a safe way to take it out, would he still be able to lose his dignity as a cat owner and gently please a lower-level shit-shoveling officer?

Mao Shishi turned around, turned his back to Bie Ming, and muttered in a low voice, "81 difficulties on the way to learn the scriptures, this is the only difficulty for me, this is the only difficulty for me", implying that he must be calm.

When Mao Shishi turned around, Bie Ming covered his whole body with a quilt again. He lived in the dark for too long, so he felt his skin was burning hot after being exposed to the sun for a short time.

From childhood to adulthood, including now, he has been waiting to be redeemed.No matter what situation he encountered, the only thing Bie Ming could think of was to sit where he was, or shrink into a ball, or stand like a statue, waiting day after day for strangers to offer him a helping hand, Be patient.If no one came to rescue him from beginning to end, he would accept his fate.

Bie Ming never thought of saving himself, let alone confronting the enemy.

Just like now, it's not difficult to go back to your own room, but Bie Ming's brain just can't make a turn.Like a vampire surrounded by sunlight, he can only use his cloak to cover his whole body as much as possible, unable to move, waiting for the night to come.

Mao Shishi didn't take the quilt off Bie Ming's body again. The cat's keenness gave him a profound knowledge in observing words and expressions, and he vaguely knew that Bie Ming was sensitive to light.

"I called you little guy. It was the third day we met, and I became the patriarch who wiped your ass. I will soon be the one to marry a wife, and I have to ask your partner to wipe your ass in the future." Ass? Do you have to call me Dad?" Mao Shishi hugged Bie Ming together with the quilt, and with a single look, the door obediently opened by itself. The sleeping little fox kicked.

Cang Zhu started up with an "Aww", grinning her teeth and making a defensive posture, after seeing that it was Mao Shishi, she whimpered twice, and put away her sharp edge.It lowered its head, chased its tail and turned around twice, then nestled against the wall again and fell asleep.

When Mao Shiyi carried him up the stairs, Bie Ming remembered the time when he carried him out of the shadow illusion.

He was really sent from heaven to save his life...maybe...

Bie Ming finally felt tired, and thought drowsily, if I write about other people's lives, is it possible that someone will also write about my life?If I were that person, would I make up a hero like Mao Shiyi and lead him step by step out of the dark room and into the world full of feasting and bustle?

Bie Ming liked the lively atmosphere in "The Story of Strange Flowers".

It is impossible for me to express my true self in front of many people like them, but Bie Ming just sits in a dark room, watching men and women with sharp and distinctive personalities on the screen doing things that he dare not do but yearn for , I already feel satisfied.

There are such people in the world, maybe one day, I can declare my existence to the world like them, and it only belongs to Bie Ming's unique existence.

At that time, he chewed this idea over and over again, and he was able to live to this day.

God is merciful, when this idea has been chewed as hard as wax, he invited people like Mao Shishi to come to his side.It's as if in the next period of time, I have a reason to live again.I just don't know if Mao Shishi is willing to be his god, if he is willing to lend him a little fire that does not burn people, if he is willing to put such a miserable self in his life's luggage...

"...The master doesn't seem to like to be in touch with the world and people around him, so he locked himself in a small place, but it doesn't seem to be the case. His attitude towards people is sometimes warm. Maybe it's a heart disease... .It's heart disease."

"Is there any way?"

"Heart disease requires a doctor of heart medicine, and the person who tied the bell needs to be untied. If the heart medicine and the person who tied the bell cannot be found, the owner will never recover."

Bie Ming was woken up by the heat, and Mao Shiyi's quilt wrapped him tightly from head to toe.He wanted to lift the quilt to cool off, but he heard the discussion in the room, it was the voices of Mao Shishi and another man, and occasionally a girl asked a question or two.Bie Ming opened a gap, but the room was too dark, except for a rough human silhouette, nothing could be seen clearly.

"Can we stay by Master's side until we find out the real cause of Master's heart disease?"

"It's been a long journey."

"No matter how long it grows, I have you, Du Lang."

Mao Shishi cleared his throat: "I still have the same problem, why can't we take him to the hospital? If he doesn't go, we tie him up. Du Jingtian, the time you lived in is too far away from now, and your medical skills are far away from now. It's too backward, you don't even know how good and advanced the society is today. I really don't understand, why don't you go to the hospital to see a doctor when you are sick, and stay at home waiting to die?"

"It's...it's not that serious..."

The girl said anxiously: "Master Mao, didn't I tell you? The master can't go to the hospital. He will die when he goes to the hospital and sees so many people shaking in front of his eyes!"

"I don't believe that people can die when they see me! Did he die when he saw me? Did he die talking about housing prices with the people who lived on the first floor? Did he die when he went to the supermarket to buy things and pay for it? He was in the hospital Is the one who was born dead?" Mao Shishi was really going to be pissed off by the two people in front of him, not to mention Xiu Enai abusing single cats, now they are all 8102, and they still hold the pedantic ideas of their own era as the truth , "Death, death, can you infect the plague with a word or something? How can people die so easily?"

Don't Ming listen to their conversation and just feel that the clouds and mist are lingering, what about the adults and the master, why seeing so many people dangling in front of their eyes will kill them, it's a bit funny.Then there was an extra "don't call out" in Mao Shishi's words, and Bie Ming realized that the center of their conversation was himself.

Um...

He was indeed afraid of going to the hospital. If he had to choose between going to the hospital and waiting to die, he would choose to wait to die without hesitation.

"But..."

"But you big bastard, you don't see it in the eyes of your uncle cat! If he can't go to the hospital now, let's not go. Take him to the supermarket first, then take him to the park, and then take him to the theater...I don't believe it He cannot enter the gate of the hospital!"

After hearing such words, Bie Ming couldn't wait any longer, he lifted the quilt and sat up, strands of wet hair stuck to his forehead, a few drops of sweat fell down his chin, and Mao Shiyi's quilt was wet.His eyes were burning, and he stared at Mao Shishi without blinking: "Will you lend me the fire?"

He was so anxious that he didn't know what words came out of his mouth, so he tried to stare at him with his own eyes.

Mao Shishi was not frightened by his sudden appearance, but he was stunned by his irrelevant words: "What are you talking about? You smoke."

"No." Bie Ming shook his head, stretching out his hand to push aside the hair stuck in the corner of his eyes.

Would you like to be my god, would you lend me some non-burning fire, would you put such an unbearable me in your life bag... The words that came out of your mouth turned out to be "Will you lend me some fire?" Me", inexplicable words, who can understand?

"I mean, are you willing to support me?"

"Support you?" Mao Shishi was still at a loss, don't ask if this brain looks different from others, he said awkwardly, "Are you lame again?"

"Let's put it this way, are you really willing to stay with me until I can walk into the hospital?" Bie Ming's tone was a bit aggressive when he spoke for the first time, and he really wanted to get an accurate answer.

Mao Shishi suddenly realized, tilted his head from right to left, and suddenly smiled softly: "Yes."

However, he said again: "Don't shout, as long as you have the heart, I am willing to waste this time for you."

Bie Ming only felt that his empty chest, which had been extremely poor for more than ten years, was instantly filled by Mao Shiyi's chuckle, like dough that was gradually expanding and fermenting, so crowded that there was no room for exchange of oxygen in his chest.I don't know if I have been mediocre and depressed for so many years in exchange for today's softest dream between my brows and my heart.

The floor-to-ceiling windows in the room were not closed tightly, and several gusts of fresh air crept in. After unremitting efforts, they finally lifted a corner of the heavy curtain.

Bie Ming and Mao Shishi looked at each other silently and for a long time, Cang Zhu's shoulder supported the weight of Du Jingtian's upper body, and Ying stood beside the head of the bed.A beam of light sneaked in under the floor-to-ceiling windows to peek in, inadvertently illuminating Bie Ming's pulse.

The room is peaceful and quiet, but even more breathtaking.

"I want to know, besides me, would you make such a precious and important promise to anyone else?" Bie Ming's eyes were full of expectation.

Cang Zhu carefully glanced at Mao Shishi, and when his eyes turned to Bie Ming, he said frightenedly, "Master..."

It's true that Bie Ming hasn't communicated with the outside world for a long time. What he said was sincere and unreserved.If it wasn't for the lack of communication with people, how could it be possible to be like a child who has no plans, just because of an illusory and undocumented sentence, he wholeheartedly wants to give away all his shortcomings and weaknesses with both hands?

Does he know that there are a few rotten things in this world called false feelings, falsehoods, deceit and betrayal?

Mao Shishi walked to Bie Ming's side, propped himself on the bed with one leg, reached out to stroke his eye with the tail of a demon cat, and said affectionately, "There will be neither after you nor before you."

The cat's heart has always been exquisite and full of twists and turns. Who knows that under his affectionate eyes is a heart full of turbulent waves and complicated thoughts.It happened that he met a straight-hearted person who was untouched by the world. When the old cat met the young mouse, he couldn't help but play tricks before he was full, and held Bie Ming into his palm casually with a few words.

Poor little mouse, thinking that he has got a large piece of rich cheese with the smell of sunshine, but he doesn't know that he has fallen into an oil bottle with a thin and long neck that only has a ruthless undertone.