Xi Guizhen did not go offline as usual. He stood in the dark corridor, and the blue dragonfly radiated cold light, like the fire of hell.

It is so dark here.

After he became a human figure, He Ru Ge would no longer sleep with him. There is no such thing as a song. It seems that there is no difference in life that has changed.

He wants to see what is like a song, how is it good, as long as he can let him see the side, even if it is a distant look, the raging negative emotions will fade like a tide.

The inner desire drove the first step of the blame, and the faster he went, the more he couldn’t wait to go to the end of the corridor. Xi Guizhen went to the front of the monitoring room, and the palm of his hand stuck to the cold door.

Looking for a song in the middle of the night, will scare him.

Slowly withdraw your hands.

Xi Guizhen stood in front of the door and held his breath. The tiger's ear shook slightly. He put the tiger's ear on the door and infused the energy into the tiger's ear. He listened carefully, but did not hear the heartbeat of He Ruge.

He remembers the heartbeat of He Ruge, hehe, no hurry, no slowness, fresh and powerful, he also remembers the sound of He Ruge’s breathing, which grows like the spring wind. He still remembers the footsteps of He Ruge, some dragging. Sound, lazy, like He Ruge, this person slowly walked into his heart, stayed, and no longer moved.

But now there is nothing, the monitoring room is just an empty house, and the empty one can't keep any sound like a song.

where are you?

Didn't you promise me? I will definitely say it to me before I leave next time.

If all this is not a game, then he can be kept at any time, anywhere, like a dragon, like a dragon in his treasure, even in the cold and dark dragon cave, every day can be satisfied. He is willing to kiss He Ruge all the time, just like the miser who counts his money day after day.

Xi Guiyi quit the game, a person in a quiet late night. The empty room seemed to have countless ghosts lurking in the darkness. He turned all the lights on, and still didn't feel bright enough.

There is a bag of freshly bought fruit candy on hand, all of which are sweet strawberry flavors. Sitting on the lid of the game compartment, he thought that he was sitting on a long coffin and was buried with the dead.

He put a sugar in his mouth, and there was no emotion on his face. The teeth smashed the sugar. A little bit of insignificant sweetness permeates the mouth, and after the taste of the sweetest things in the world, the pleasure that these can provide is already very small.

Sure enough, only children who are ignorant and weak will be easily licked by a sugar. Adults have seen many sweeter things than sugar, and their appetite is fed a little bit. Therefore, it is his luck and his misfortune to encounter such a song.

Xi Guiyi poured more than a dozen sugar into his mouth and chewed it without expression. In the artificial sweetness, he closed his eyes, and the sweetness was too much. It would have a painful feeling, similar to eating spicy. Feel. The buttocks sit a little on the hard game compartment for a long time. Maybe the last time I saw the drug-seeking rat hair on the last side, Xi Guizhen suddenly remembered the drug-seeking mouse hair association who is now responsible for her own condition.

The drug-seeking mouse, who is so daring, often tells him some health tips. For example, "Ten men and nine squats", so that he does not sit often during his illness, to go out and move around, in case he really has hemorrhoids, and don't worry about it, because this only finds the acne hand.

I haven’t found one thing since I blamed it. That is, the Maozi Association is actually similar to Mao Zheng’s eyebrows. The Maozi Association saw that he was always shrinking, but Mao Zhengyi was calm and relaxed. The temperament between the two was cloud and mud. The Maozi Association couldn’t get on the table, and it was not worthy for Mao Zhengyi’s shoes.

However, when the blame ignored the difference in temperament between the two, he really found that Mao Zhengyi and Mao Zixie are very similar.

And they are all named Mao.

The surname Mao is not a big surname in the family of seeking medicine.

Xi Guiyi called Maozi Association late at night, and the big squirrel who was sleeping in the bed was awakened by the "Xigui 璨 exclusive ringtone". Under the deterrent of Xi Guizhen, Mao Zixie did not get up at all. Whispered: "Seat Major, are you physically uncomfortable now? If you are convenient, I am now at the door."

The face in the video call is filled with a good looking drug mouse, and Mao Zhengyi may be more than a three-pointer. If you only look at the five senses, you can achieve six points similar. Temperament has a huge impact on the appearance.

The long time of the blame, the Maozi Association did not dare to come out. When he was about to breathe, he suddenly heard the man in front of him as an emperor giving orders: "Tell all your understanding of Mao Zhengyi." I."

Mao Zixie: "...hey?"

Mao Zijian scratched his head and smiled and said: "How do you suddenly ask my grandfather? But you can ask the right person. This is definitely not known to me."

The word grandfather stirred up a thousand waves in the heart of the squad, but even if he was a man, his heart was already a huge wave, and the surface was still calm.

"My grandfather, he is the pride of our Mao family!" When Mao Zhengyi was mentioned, Mao Zedong’s eyebrows suddenly dissipated a lot. He stood up with a small chest and saw the appearance of Xi’s iceberg and the balloon that was poked. I’m going to go on like this: “Do you know the 'Allahas Medical Award'?” This is the greatest honor in our medical profession, and my grandfather is the winner of the Allahhos Medical Award 17 years ago!”

Xi Guizhen did not speak.

"My grandfather has made tremendous contributions to the field of spiritual knowledge and sea research. Everyone said that he is a genius, because no one has such a deep understanding of these fields!" Mao Zixie is filled with the eyes of worship.

"I chose to study the spirit of the sea because of my grandfather, but I am stupid." He was frustrated. "I have a lot of things that I can't understand. All the concepts in the field of spiritual knowledge are illusory. There is no opportunity for practice. I think my grandfather is really amazing. How did he come up with so many things out of thin air? I can’t do it for me."

When talking about his grandfather, the state of the Maozi Association relaxed a lot, and even the name of the homage to the ancestors unconsciously changed from "you" to "you."

"Speaking of it, Xi Shao will be a fragrant in our eyes." Mao Zixuan looked at Xi Guiyi, and some embarrassedly smiled: "Because you are particularly sick, you can't ask for it. Everyone is rushing to want to be Your attending physician. Do you know that you are the second person ever to have this disease in the history of the entire Star! The first one is a patient my grandfather encountered seventeen years ago. It is said to be a small patient..."

The pupil suddenly swelled, and the Maozi Association was still lingering. The memory of Xigui’s memory suddenly returned to many years ago. When he came out of the brainwashing room and was sent to the infirmary, Mao Zhengyi’s diagnosis was made to him. It seems to be -

Swirl spirit air phagocytosis!

This memory is vague, because at that time he was mastered by the monsters in the body, and all the memories of the monsters have added a nightmare-like false and mad color.

After many years, he entered the infirmary. When he heard the name of the disease, he did not recall the experience of the past.

"...It is said that a small patient suffers from cyclonic psychiatric phagocytosis. He is the first patient in the interstellar. Grandpa used his own method to treat his spiritual knowledge, but that method has great flaws. When you receive a certain kind of stimulation in adulthood, your condition will recur. It is almost drug-free. Grandpa’s notes say that if that day really happens, even if he uses all his strength to save, he can’t Grab the life."

"Where is the note?!" The sudden increase in the volume of Xi Guizhen shocked the hair. The drug-seeking mouse smashed into a ball again. He carefully looked at Xi Guiyi. "...pen, notes are here, but this note is incomplete, and half of it was torn off and taken away. The half taken away. It should be something more important, because the notes in the first half of my hand are actually more like diaries."

"Who took it?!" Xi Guizheng felt that he had seized a very important thing. The truth of many years ago seemed to be in front of him, and the thick fog was illuminated by a beam of light.

"I really don't know about this. My dad didn't tell me." Mao Zixue sighed.

"I want to see your father." Even if the other person's mouth is a clam shell, Xi Guizheng must knock him out.

The questioning Qiaozi’s eyes suddenly dimmed, and he whispered: “My dad committed suicide last year.”

"He said that my grandfather made a mistake in the past, and asked the Mao family to return it. My dad is superstitious. He always thinks that his father will pay for it. If his son does not pay back, the grandson will have to pay it. One generation after another, everyone will I am guilty of sin. My dad has been treating the patient for many years without paying, and he is going to the poorest areas of the poor galaxies. He was about 60 years old last year, and the average life expectancy of our squirrels is one hundred and twenty. My dad said that he should not live for so long."

"So he chose to settle himself."

"Actually, I have never thought about what my grandfather had made. In my eyes, my grandfather is my hero. My dad said that when I was five years old, my spirit had a problem with the sea and turned into a vegetative person. What Grandpa had been doing was not a study of spiritual knowledge. Because of my illness, he changed his own field of study for half a lifetime. There was no one who had much research spirit at the time."

"I was asleep for ten years. My dad thought that I couldn't wake up in my life. Later, my grandfather came back like a hero. He cured me, and sorted out his many years of research and handed it over to the institute. And then got the highest honor."

His name is Mao Zhengyi. He is a drug-seeking mouse.

His grandson got an incurable disease at the age of five, so he gave up the field of hard work in the first half of his life and chose the spiritual world that is not optimistic about others. I don't know why, he went to the Xinghai Orphanage and participated in human experiments that were banned by the federal government. I don't know what happened. He became a spy in the federal lurking star thief.

This 70-year-old man has done good things for most of his life in the first half of his life. He is worthy of the sky, innocent to the ground, and even more innocent.

The first Star Wars lasted for ten years. Ten years later, among the triumphant divisions, Mao Zhengyi, who was hanging down, returned. He saved his grandson and he won the Allahos Medical Prize.

Then, he chose to commit suicide in the most beautiful moments of his life. He didn't even go to the afternoon awards ceremony, he died. He died outside the noisy crowd, and his widow was to donate all the organs that could be used in his body.

More ridiculous is that he hopes that his dead body will be thrown into the Star Wars and eaten by the Zerg. If you can't do it, take it to the pig and feed the dog. Just ask for it. Don't let him get into the ground.

Perhaps at the last moment before the death, when the turbid eyes closed, the two lines of old tears were slanted and sagged.

He...has been innocent.

However, in the end, he asked questions.

In the seven years after the first Star Wars, his grandson was considered a genius in the medical world, and he reached the height that ordinary people could not reach in seven years. Yes, his grandson inherited his clothes and became the youngest and most authoritative researcher in the field of spiritual knowledge. Even if someone thinks in the back that he has left many precious materials for his grandson, it still cannot. Destroy the brilliance of a genius.

The 32-year-old Mao Zixg, although always in front of Xi Guizheng, is always optimistic, but in fact he is extremely respectable, otherwise he can not become the attending physician of Xi Guizhen.

Xi looked at the Maozi Association, and he seemed to see Mao Zhengyi at a young age. Although he had not seen Mao Zhengyi’s appearance as a young man, he felt that Mao Zhengyi should be a more calm and peaceful Maozi Association.

It turned out that his illness was involved from the beginning to the end.

It seems like a soulless redemption.

"...give me the notes."

Mao Zixie sent the notes over the night, and again, he refused to destroy the notebook, and then reluctantly left.

Paper with special interstellar preservation methods, even after more than ten years, the paper is still fresh, just like the owner of the note is still alive, just wrote a note -

"Small association is ill, he is still so small, and he hasn't seen a few more beautiful worlds. I have to cure him as a grandfather."

The medical notes are interspersed with a few words about the daily chores.

“The environment here is very bad, I don’t want to stay here.”

"I have seen a lot of children who are as hard as Xiaoxie."

"This child has an unheard of illness. I am going to name the disease "swirl spirit air phagocytosis" because his spirit is full of grief and the two forces are constantly fighting, just like a gust of wind. The sea, the whirlpool."

"His animal type is so cute. I want to give him milk tea, but he won't drink it."

"I barely cured his illness, but there are many flaws in this treatment, as long as..."

......

The remaining notes were torn away.

Suddenly, with the secrets that were not spoken.

Xi Guizhen looked at the notebook that was torn in half and looked at it motionlessly, almost sitting as a statue.

For a long time, he made a sneer.

However, the blue-eyed eyes are slightly reddish, like a child who has been wronged but has nowhere to talk.

His hand slammed the paper and forced it so hard that it almost shredded the fragile paper. A drop of tears fell and the words in one sentence were blurred.

"The child is even more pitiful than the Xiaoxie. Because he has never seen the beauty of this world."

The author has something to say: In fact, I think this is the secret process, not abuse. If you must let me choose a method of death, then I hope to be killed by the nutrient solution*罒▽罒*

Yes, there is one more before twelve o'clock~ I have a motion sickness for three or four hours today, so the update is late, everyone goes to bed early, can get up tomorrow morning to see the update~

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Xi Guizhen: I don't need any hemorrhoids

He Ru Ge: I need a stinging roots of the holy hand 2k novel reading network