Misfiring

City A, midsummer.

When Cheng Mo received the call from the central hospital, Cheng Mo had just finished purchasing the ingredients for the next three days and squeezed into the house.

Avoiding the hair balls around the ankles, and putting down the eco-bags that squeezed out a small piece of the fingertips, Cheng Mo shrugged his shoulders to hold the phone steady, and at the same time turned on the faucet that was scorching hot from the sun, and wrapped himself in Chlorine-gassed warm water washes away any residual rusty smell from hands.

"Hey?"

"...Hello, are you Mr. Ying's family?"

A strange and gentle male voice came from the other end of the receiver. I don't know what the owner of the phone noted for this number. The other party was undoubtedly taken aback when he heard his voice.

"Mr. Ying?" The surname that he hadn't touched for a long time touched the sensitive nerves in his brain, and it took Cheng Mo a moment to respond.

"Yes, Ying Yang, Mr. Ying."

Tick.

It is not only like the movement of water droplets dripping from the fingertips, but also like a stone from the green years thrown into the heart lake, swaying layers of ripples in the ear, covering the vibration frequency of the earpiece.

"..." The other end babbled and explained a lot of things, "Mr. Ying's current situation is roughly like this, and I would like to invite you to come over for an interview in detail."

Fortunately, Cheng Mo finally came to his senses before the other party was about to end the conversation.

"I'm going over here."

Even though it was getting late, when he opened the door, the annoying heat wave still made him stagger.

Gathering his mind, Cheng Mo locked the door properly, drove his white new energy car out of the community, and slowly drove away from the densely populated streets and alleys to the elevated highway, into the rolling traffic of urban exhaust.

The Central Hospital is located in the most prosperous financial high-tech zone in City A. Its private characteristics make it favored by the rich and powerful, and because of its strong capital, it is about an hour's drive away from the old city where Cheng Mo rents.

At six o'clock in the evening, Cheng Mo parked his car and hurriedly followed the instructions on the phone to the neurology department on the 17th floor.

The afterglow of the setting sun overflows the long corridor, the smell of disinfectant is everywhere, and the orange halo coats the fine dust in the void with warm velvet edges.

Standing in front of the door, Cheng Mo took a deep breath of the pungent coolness. The final panic in his heart made him deliberately avoid the blue glass on the door. After hesitating for a while, he turned the doorknob lightly and moved into the room with downcast eyes.

The scorching gaze fell on his face at the right time, as if it was going to burn his skin.

In the private ward, a tall figure stood in front of the huge nursing bed. Hearing the movement, the man put down the medical record in his hand and looked at him.

A very young man with outstanding appearance and a pair of attractive peach blossom eyes.Cheng Mo noticed that he had the title of "Director" on his badge, but his name ran counter to the gentle expression on his face - Ling Han.

"Hello." Ling Han took the initiative to reach out his right hand and shook him, the knuckles of his flesh and blood were a little damp, and he asked neither humble nor overbearing, "Are you Mr. Ying's family?"

"Hello, my surname is Cheng." Cheng Mo was noncommittal, and withdrew his hand after a brief contact.

"Mr. Cheng." A playful smile flashed in Ling Han's eyes, he looked at the young man in front of him who deliberately put himself aside, nodded and said, "Let's go out and talk."

The door was slightly closed, and after leaving the space where the man existed, Cheng Mo was startled to feel a thin layer of sweat seeping out of his palms at some point: "Is he okay?"

After gradually calming down the restless heartbeat through breathing, Ling Han's patient explanation slowly sounded in his ears: "You must have noticed just now that Mr. Ying suffered a considerable trauma to the head, and the brainstem reticular structure has temporarily malfunctioned. After a night of observation, we found that there was some retrograde amnesia in his memory, but it did not constitute organic damage. In view of Mr. Ying's strong desire to be discharged from the hospital, our current suggestion is to let Mr. Ying go home to recuperate for a week. Come back to the hospital for a review.”

Cheng Mo University majored in psychology, and he had also taken a few courses related to medicine. It is not difficult to understand Ling Han's statement of one or two professional words from time to time, but he is afraid that he will not be able to meet the corresponding requirements: "I'm sorry Director Ling, I think you misunderstood. I don't have that kind of relationship with him. Maybe you should contact his family. As for the medical expenses...I can pay for him first."

"Mr. Ying is a senior member of our hospital, and the fee has already been settled." Ling Han stopped him with a smile, "It's Mr. Ying's wish to inform you, why don't you talk to me alone? I still have something to do, so I won't bother you, excuse me .”

After finishing speaking, Ling Han nodded slightly, and disappeared at the end of the corridor without waiting for Cheng Mo to stay.

Staring at the sunset gradually dissipating, and the white lights lit up in the silent corridor, Cheng Mo's thoughts were as empty and helpless as the light spots engraved on the retina, and he couldn't concentrate for a long time.

He never thought that it would be like this when they saw each other again.

It is also rare to hope that they will have the fate to meet again.

However, things have come to this point, and what should be faced can never be escaped.Cheng Mo took a deep breath and pressed down on the doorknob decisively.

After many years, for the first time, Cheng Mo indulged his eyes on Ying Yang's haggard but sharp face, and formed a piece of scattered hairspring in his substantial eyes, and then he couldn't help weaving it into a web again, enveloping him deeply. His facial features were tightly shrouded.

Ying Yang's appearance is undoubtedly much more mature than before, his eyebrows and eyes have become more and more gloomy after the tempering of time, the straight nose bridge and thin lips are still the same as in memory, but the lip line is very straight, as if There is nothing worthy of his comfort, it is difficult to forcefully arouse some.

After an unknown amount of time, the portrait in the field of vision came alive, and he drew his attention back with a shout: "Why are you standing there stupidly?! Come here."

Ying Yang seemed to be that silk-spinning existence, drawing Cheng Mo over like a net, standing on the edge of the bed in a daze, with his fingertips tightening his trousers: "Long time no see."

"Long time! Your brain has been bricked, right?!" Ying Yang frowned and said, "Let's go, go home."

Cheng Mo was in a fog, but Ying Yang took off his hospital gown, casually changed into a clean T-shirt placed aside, wrapped his strong arms around his shoulders, and took him away with an almost threatening gesture. ward.

It wasn't until he returned to the community that Cheng Mo was freed from the uncertainty and speculation, and led him into the house silently.

A little defensive but nothing else.

Ying Yang walked away in style, leaving his mobile phone and wallet behind in the hospital, even if he wanted to contact his friends to pick him up, he couldn't do it.The doctor said that Ying Yang's injury was caused by the impact of a hard object. At first Cheng Mo thought he had been robbed, but he found out the truth after asking.

"Ah, I forgot." At that time, Ying Yang tilted his head disapprovingly, speaking in his usual annoying tone, just as confident as his posture on the sofa with his legs crossed at the moment, "Hurry up and cook, I'm going to starve to death gone."

Also, who can snatch him.

Although Cheng Mo has been working for many years and has not seen Ying Yang for a long time, the influence from the other party is still deeply hidden in his bones and blood. Colorful side dishes.

"Time is tight... How about making a fried noodle dish?"

Cheng Mo's voice was very low, more like talking to himself than a normal conversation.

However, it was probably because the room was too small, and Ying Yang's hearing was not so good. As soon as Cheng Mo finished speaking, he answered naturally: "Okay."

The house Cheng Mo rents is located in the northern part of the most smoky old town in City A. On the first floor, two bedrooms, one living room and one bathroom are perfectly squeezed into a space of more than 60 square meters. The freshly painted white walls and log-colored furniture complement each other perfectly. It creates a simple but warm style at home.

The reason why I chose the ground floor was not only due to rent considerations, but also because Cheng Mo immediately fell in love with the small courtyard connected to the living room when I was looking at the house. It was originally a very spacious living balcony, but it was covered with grass by the landlord. It is full of flower stands and has been carefully transformed into another look.

At this time, Ying Yang was looking towards the yard with his head tilted amid the aroma of meat sauce: a fluffy hairy head hidden in the fluffy grass at the corners, peeping at him with a pair of big yellow eyes.Ying Yang moved his toes, and it jumped away immediately, and it didn't know where it went.

Hearing the movement, Cheng Mo turned off the fire, and rushed out while wiping his hands on the apron: "Eggy?"

Eggy is a lost orange cat father-in-law, seven years old, whenever there is any trouble, he still nimbly huddles behind the window screen, with his fur paws in his mouth, calm and unmoved.

Cheng Mo, who played the hide-and-seek game, had accumulated enough experience for a long time, so he found it easily, hugged it carefully in his arms, turned his back and coaxed softly: "Eggy, don't be afraid..."

"Hey—"

The strange smell that invaded the territory made it very sensitive, and the slightly opened claws hooked Cheng Mo's apron tie and scratched uneasily. For his comfort, Eggy couldn't help but buy it, and was about to fall to the ground and escape.

"I'm not afraid." Cheng Mo had to repeat it emphatically, rubbing the soft fur on the back of Eggy's neck with his fingertips, pursing his lips and explaining, "That's Dad."