[Net King] Only you can see me

When he came back to his senses, Qianchuan Muhe only felt light all over his body, and he didn't even feel any pain at the place where the wooden stick hit the back of his head.

She touched her head strangely, but it didn't hurt. What's even more strange was that when she touched her scalp, her hands and head felt very subtle, as if touching it through a thick and cottony thing.

Could it be that the stick went down and broke his nerves?

She raised her hand uncertainly, wanting to move her body, but the fingers that caught her made her almost cry out in shock.

Books often describe girls' hands as white and transparent enough to see the blood vessels under the skin.

She looked at the light penetrating through her fingers, and felt inconceivable—is this too transparent? !

Then she hurriedly looked around, white walls, white lights, various unnamed instruments, and the sound of "beep beep beep".

Then, she saw the person lying on the bed with the same face, the same facial features and the same hairstyle as her.

She was even more horrified to find that the person lying on the bed was herself.

And she's floating in the air!

She felt like she was going to faint, if she could faint.

She was sluggish, and her thinking was completely paralyzed. After staring at herself lying on the bed for a few minutes, she was sure that she, Qianchuan Muhe, a young girl with ideals and aspirations, had her soul out of her body.

Sure enough, release the soul... ah!

In fact, being a spirit body is also quite good——Thousands of thought after trying various methods but failing to return to the body.

At this time, she was suspended in the room directly below the ICU ward, watching TV with relish.

A vicious wounding incident two days ago was being reported on TV, and the protagonist was the four people she met that day and herself.

The headlines of the news are also very tear-jerking-the girl bravely acted bravely and sacrificed her life to save the school girl, and her own life and death are uncertain.

On the TV, the mosaiced Makino Mirai talked about what happened while choking up and crying.

The teacher at the school also cried and said that Qianchuan Muhe is a calm and brave boy.

The little girl's mother also wiped her tears to express her gratitude and prayed that the hero lying in the hospital would wake up soon.

There was a lot of crying on the TV, but she found it funny—if they knew that the person who was worried by everyone and whose life was hanging by a thread was now hanging in someone else's ward watching the news, how would it feel?

Anyway, she herself thought it was quite funny.

She chuckled a few times, and suddenly stopped when the familiar voice sounded on the TV.

The voice that was always smiling was now hoarse. She couldn't see her father's face, but she knew very well that the voice belonged to her father.

She also saw her father in the past few days. Visitors were not allowed in the ICU ward. She saw her father and mother looking in through the glass on the door.Every time my mother came, her eyes were full of tears, and my father supported her, his eyes were bloodshot.

They couldn't get in, but they watched and guarded outside the door, sitting on a row of benches, with no brilliance in their eyes.

Her brother was often by their side, comforting or silent.

After being admitted to the hospital, her elder brother took care of all her affairs. He was so busy, the formerly vigorous young man became more depressed after this incident.

She has always felt that Qianchuan Haruto is very incompetent as an older brother. He is nine years older than her, but he often bullies her. She is responsible for half of the bad things he did since childhood.

But when she saw the worst and strongest him crying alone in the safe passage that day, she realized that Haruto Qianchuan didn't dislike her as much as she appeared on the surface, and she didn't hate him as much as she appeared on the surface. .

Her heart was sour, she just wanted to talk to someone, or listen to someone talk.

Thinking of this, she controlled her "body" to fall to the ground, and walked out through the door.

Walking staggeringly on the ground—she was still not very familiar with walking on the floor that could be crossed at any time in the form of a spirit—she chose the path to the left and walked slowly forward.

The hospital staged life and death every day. Looking at such a scene, her mood would only get worse.

She looked in from ward to ward, and each room was very quiet, either sleeping quietly or in a quiet coma.She also finally realized that this is a department of neurology, and there are many patients who cannot take care of themselves and are comatose.

She was about to turn around in frustration when a voice came from a room behind her.

"Brother, tell us a story!"

Soft and waxy, it was the voice of a little boy.

The children should be more lively, Qian Chuanmuhe cheered up, and walked a few steps to the front of the ward.

When she walked through the door, she saw a soft and smiling young man holding a book of fairy tales and reading the famous "Emperor's New Clothes" in the book.

The boy was about the same age as her, with slightly curly hair the color of an iris, and his eyes were similar in color to his hair, more like a hydrangea in full bloom.

She likes hydrangeas.

His voice was nice, and several children surrounded him, listening to the story carefully, and asking childish questions from time to time.The young man answered one by one, and it was obvious that he was a very gentle person.

Qian Chuan Muhe stood among a group of children listening to him tell a story, feeling peaceful in his heart.

She believes that music can soothe people's hearts, and similarly, music-like sounds can also soothe people.

Halfway through the story, the door of the ward was pushed open, and a nurse from Yu Jiefeng stood at the door, smiling and threatening: "Okay, everyone is going back, and those who are disobedient will be given injections."

When a group of children heard about the injection, they made faces at her and ran out laughing.

The nurse told the boy to "rest more" and went out.

The originally lively ward suddenly cooled down, making people unaccustomed to it.

Qian Chuanmuhe looked out the window, the moon had already risen, and the boy on the bed sat quietly for a while before turning off the light and lying down.

Qian Chuanmuhe felt awkward. She went to all girls' schools since she was a child, and she rarely spent time with boys, especially boys of the same age, and she was alone in such a small space.

Better look elsewhere.She turned to leave, but stopped when her eyes touched the boy on the bed.

The light and moonlight outside were very bright, and the curtains in the ward were not drawn, and the boy's eyes could be seen open.

There was no longer the gentle smile in his eyes, but a lot of loneliness.

She walked to the bed and looked down at his bedside card - Yukimura Seichi, no more than 15 years old.

He must be very scared, right?Just like myself two days ago, I was at a loss.

Man is a strange creature. After everything is hopeless, he sees it more openly. This is already the worst situation, and it can't be much worse.For example, Qianchuan Muhe, she is now very optimistic that she can still wander around like this, and she is very happy without suffering and unrestricted.

But when there is some hope and a lot of despair, it is easier to wander, because in this case, we have to face an unknown future.

She looked at him fixedly, sighed, and knelt down in front of him.

It's better to have someone with you after all.

Although she wasn't sure if the other party would feel good if they found out.