The ex-boyfriend I slagged was the king of ghosts

Fifteen days later, in a semi-basement in T City, Meng Qinglang was lying on the bed waiting for He Yanzhou to change his dressing. Due to excessive blood loss, his face was yellowish, his lips were chapped and white, but his eyes were slightly pink, like a panting zombie. .

When Sheng You's nails penetrated into his back, it seemed that the route was aimed at his heart. Halfway through the nails, He Yanzhou ran away with him, and took him all the way to T City...

He thought he was going to die, but the system took advantage of its only advantage—the countdown of life, so no matter how painful Meng Qinglang was, had a high fever of 40 degrees, and several times of coma, he could always come back to life, and then he was wrapped in a bandage half dead. two tasks.

When he was in pain, Meng Qinglang hated the system's "immortality body" to death. After he survived, he found it quite practical. His wounds seemed to heal faster than ordinary people, but the blood lost inside was replenished slowly. So much so that the wound no longer oozes blood, and he still looks half dead.

"Okay." He Yanzhou put away his things and went to wash his hands. Meng Qinglang got up, wearing only a pair of trousers, and turned his head to the full-length mirror to look at his back.

In half a month, he lost more than ten pounds, his body was dry, his hair was dry and yellowish, his thin cheeks were pale and slightly sunken, and his eyes were dull. The originally handsome boy became a scary "vampire". Only wearing a mask will not be regarded as a patient with an infectious disease.

Meng Qinglang stared at himself for a while, put on his clothes, lit a cigarette, and took He Yanzhou out.

It has been raining in T City for the past two days, but the summer is still hot. On the street, only Meng Qinglang is wearing a gray sportswear, a hat and a pair of black masks, wrapping himself up tightly. He doesn't look like a good person .

His attire attracted a lot of people's attention, and he usually made fanning movements towards himself, probably because he felt hot when he looked at him, and Meng Qinglang also felt hot, but his bones were cold, and he didn't care if he wore more or less. Uncomfortable, that still doesn't expose his bony arms and legs.

Zhangye Communications Store.

Meng Qinglang's voice was very soft and hoarse: "How is it?"

"Part of the data has been recovered, but there is really nothing left to do."

His mobile phone got a little water when he went ashore, and the broken screen of the mobile phone couldn't hold the black screen. Meng Qinglang bought an elderly phone and used it first. In fact, no one called him except to check the map.

Meng Qinglang turned on the phone, and some of the photos were missing. He first downloaded a cloud disk and uploaded it to the network to save it. After clicking on WeChat, it was the login interface. Meng Qinglang was stunned. He changed the number, but did not change the binding. I haven't had time to read Xi Yan's news...

"Is it all right?" Seeing him in a daze, the shopkeeper couldn't help reminding him.

"Well, how much?"

The sky was gloomy, and it began to rain lightly again. Meng Qinglang didn't dare to get wet, so he rushed into the small supermarket next to him to buy an umbrella. A black umbrella with a white skull printed on it, white teeth stained with blood red, slightly opening his mouth as if grinning, looking quite middle school, Meng Qinglang hesitated for a second, and chose this.

He Yanzhou was invisible, so he could only hold an umbrella by himself, and when he returned to the basement, he started coughing again. He Yanzhou took medicine for him, and he sat on the bed and fiddled with his mobile phone, staring at the WeChat login interface for a while, but finally did nothing. I don't want to use it anymore, and the news...it won't change anything after reading it.

His new elderly phone rang suddenly, Meng Qinglang was stunned for a moment, no one knew his number...

"Hello."

"Hello, is this Meng Qinglang?"

"Teacher Li?"

"It's really you, have you changed your phone number? The courier who delivered the notice couldn't get through to your phone, so the school signed for it for you. Do you have time to come back and pick it up?"

Meng Qinglang sat up straight all of a sudden: "What notice..."

Teacher Li smiled: "Of course it is an admission notice. Congratulations, you have been admitted. Judging from the information on the express delivery, Jinghua University."

Peking University...

The first school...

Admission letter...

He passed the exam? !

Meng Qinglang was so excited that he almost vomited obscenities, but he swallowed it when he thought that his class teacher was on the other side of the phone: "Thank you teacher, I'm out of town, can you forward it for me? Just pay on delivery."

"Okay, read the address."

After Meng Qinglang finished reading, he hesitated for a while and asked, "Xi Yan... Did you go to see me?"

"Xi Yan?" Teacher Li was obviously stunned, "Don't you know? Xi Yan is hospitalized and in the ICU. Aren't you neighbors?"

Meng Qinglang was stunned, his body suddenly turned cold, and after a while he asked cautiously: "Now..."

"Hey, this..."

Meng Qinglang's pink eyes immediately turned red, and his lips trembled: "Which hospital is he in?"

"Ivy Hospital, Ward 1104, [-]th Floor, Inpatient Department."

"The ward...isn't the ICU?"

Teacher Li laughed: "It's out of danger."

Meng Qinglang breathed a sigh of relief, and complained slightly: "Teacher, why..."

"When Xi Yan saw me, he asked me if he knew about you without even calling the teacher. What about you? I heard that I changed my number and didn't reply to WeChat. Are you missing?"

Meng Qinglang was trained to lower his head habitually, and asked after a while, "When did he get sick..."

"Just half a month ago, it seemed that he had a persistent high fever, and finally fell into a coma, and the short-term heartbeat and breathing disappeared. Then he was admitted to the emergency ward, and after being rescued, he was in a coma in the ICU for another week. When I saw him, he had almost recovered. Yes, the doctor said it might be caused by being too tired, but fortunately he was rescued in time, and he was lucky to be rescued, otherwise, hey, it would have been sudden death."

It happened to be the day he left, and he didn't read Xi Yan's news. Meng Qinglang felt sore in his heart, and suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"It's not easy to have a close friend from your childhood. They are all adults. There is no need to quarrel or fight like a child. If you are angry now, you will regret it when you reach the teacher's age."

Meng Qinglang's heart fluttered for a moment, and then he thought of Sheng You. If he leaves now, he may regret it in the future, but if he stays by Xi Yan's side, he is afraid that the regret will come sooner.

"Miss Li, can I ask you something?"

"You said."

Meng Qinglang's voice trembled slightly: "Don't tell him my news, don't tell him my phone number or address."

"Did you...have you encountered any difficulties? I heard that all the houses have been sold?"

"No, teacher, don't tell him."

"Well... okay, although I don't agree, but the teacher respects your choice."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome, anyway, you are in the same school and major, at worst, see you in September, maybe you will still be in the same dormitory."

"..."

pity……

He Yanzhou sighed and rubbed his head: "Take your medicine."

Meng Qinglang took the water glass and swallowed the medicine in one gulp, lowered his head and said, "I'm starting to exercise today."

City Y is still scorching hot, and Muying child is sitting in the police station with a stinking face, holding a box of vanilla ice cream in his hand and eating every bite. The sister policewoman next to him is holding the registration book and asks him softly: " Do you remember your name, kid?"

"Muying."

"It turned out to be Muying kid."

The policewoman's sister's voice was very sweet, Muying's pupils trembled, and she lowered her head slightly to cover her reddened cheeks.

"How old?"

"Four years old."

"Do you remember where you live?"

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