Chapter 147： Fan Wai 2

The Maozi Association was excited to talk to He Ruge: "I, we won the prize! Really won the award! Allahos Medical Award!"

He has already thought about the title of the media. "Blue is better than blue - Mao Zhengyi's grandson Maozi won the Allahhos Medical Award" "The youngest Allahhos Prize winner in history"...

Oh, no, why is the song like younger than him. But don't care so much detail now! The second younger Allahhos Medical Prize winner in history is also very nice!

The Maozi Association was ecstatic, and the joy of his heart made him completely unable to maintain his human form. A chubby drug-seeking mouse appeared in the study, spreading his feet and running on a desk full of paper books.

He climbed a thick medical book and walked on the manuscript he had written for so many years, and the sparkling little eyes shone. This drug-seeking mouse walked on the book hill, quite pointing to the mountains and rivers, and the passionate words.

He did it. From small to large, he has been chasing the pace of his grandfather. At this moment, he finally achieved the same achievements as his grandfather. He became the winner of the Allahhos Medical Prize and won the supreme honor!

Just as the sense of accomplishment in the Maozi Association climbed to the top, a call communication interrupted his enthusiasm.

That is the communication video from Mao Zhengqi.

It is the few relatives of the Maozi Association in the world. Although this uncle who belongs to this family does not see him as a sideline, in addition to attending the funeral of Grandpa, the uncle has never had an exchange with him over the years.

Mao Zixie made up his uncle's anger and blows his beard and blinks. He does not want to believe that he lost to his junior. After all kinds of complicated inner struggles, he finally sent a communication to him.

It’s really 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi, and I’m bullying young!

Maozi was sitting on the book hill with a sigh of relief. After deliberately waiting for the communication to sound for five seconds, he slowly connected. Before he was connected, he still thought, what would the uncle say to himself, would he compliment him? Still posing in a posture, to teach him as an elder?

All the mixed, chaotic thoughts stop at the first sentence of the uncle, the old, pedantic, will not bow down for a lifetime, do not know who is angry with the old drug-seeking mouse said: "Children, I hope I am dead, you are my slut, and my tomb is buried at the tomb of your grandfather."

"Right, tomorrow is my funeral. After watching your award, I will go and find him."

"Tell him that he had paid his life and conviction to save his grandson. He was bright and down-to-earth, and he won the Allahos Medical Prize without relying on any tricks.

He Ruge wore a small dress, put the collar in the mirror, and a pair of pale hands stretched out from behind him to help him sing a tie. The hand holding the gun is also effortless in doing this meticulous work.

The well-defined fingers are inserted into the dark blue bow tie. Under the silk-like fabric, the pale skin color suddenly shows a certain amount of unchanging color.

These hands are like the hands of the medieval aristocrats. But the song knows that the master of the hand is definitely not a noble aristocrat. No aristocratic hand has so many jealousy. Those who fall on the skin can always make him shudder easily.

Why do you think of so many messy wastes during the day? It must be that the guy behind is too energetic.

He Ruge does not know what happened recently, and he has never been sensitive to what he is now.

"Go to the egg." He Ruge put his elbows on top of each other's strong chest, and he sang his face like a song. He always likes to go to such a song, feel the silky smooth skin, lightly sniff the neck and the delicate fragrance behind the ear.

He Ru Ge is soft. He looks very thin, but he is very soft to hold, and he is very comfortable in his arms. He has been holding this person yesterday. From day to night, the light projected from the curtain gap has been changing, and the young people are soft and soft. It became hoarse, and he heard the crying sound of the man crying.

The soft body shivered slightly, and the toes were curled up. Why did the song smack on his neck, whispering, whispering, saying no, and finally taking his ankles, just like being forced to bite. rabbit. He grabbed the other's soft feet and forced the young man who was shaking to climb.

After the sensitivity has been brushed to more than 70 points, Xi Guizhen finally realized the high sensitivity.

After holding the song, he returned to the lonely egg.

At this moment, half of the egg is quiet white, and the other half is lively yellow. This two-color egg also put on a dress like a decent, with a black bow tie on the dress.

Some of them smashed the clothes on the egg, and there were more than a dozen pieces of clothes made to the eggs, and he only had a pitiful one.

However, there are justifications for how to make clothes such a high frequency to the eggs.

Today, He Ruge is going to attend the award ceremony of the Allahos Medical Prize. This award ceremony was similar to the red carpet. Although there was no flash of light on the earth, no reporters were carrying long guns and short guns, but its attention was only higher than any red carpet on the earth. .

At this time, the focus of the audience was on one of the winners of the Allahhos Medical Award, He Ruoge.

The world is absolutely beautiful, and the world is raging.

Born in the 17th star, the legendary figure was truly exposed to the world during the second Star Wars.

The first star on the star network will bring the hot theme to the hot anchor.

Only exist in the legendary mermaid family.

The most beautiful stream of violent aesthetics.

The alien image of black hair and black hair broke the traditional aesthetic of the interstellar, and was praised by the interstellar masses as "the most beautiful person in the world" in the latest issue of the star network.

He Ruge began to contact the "spiritual sea sound wave treatment technology", which originated from his lover, Marshal's attending physician, Mao Zixie, the youngest academician of the institute.

In this cooperation, he has the sound of nature, sang the song of the war, and found that his song can cure mental illness. He actively engaged in research and made great contributions to the treatment of mental illness in the interstellar era.

This is a true male **** who combines beauty and talent.

His beauty is not used to flatter the world, but to leave the mud without staining, and to clear the lotus without demon.

He Ruge didn't know the rainbow fart to his bystander's heart. He held the hand of the blame, and Xi Guiyi held He Ruo in one hand and hugged the egg in one hand. Apple-sized eggs are dressed in small clothes and look like a decorative doll.

He Ruge and Xi Guizhen did not publicize the existence of the egg. The interstellar people who did not know the truth expressed that the dolls in the hands of Xi Guizhen were well matched. It was a pen of God and rendered the Tiehan tenderness. After the awards, the merchants also introduced the same egg and egg, all kinds of eggs in a variety of clothes.

Later, the young cubs who have the egg dolls grow up, and they can proudly say that the egg is my childhood playmate. What, you don’t know who the egg is? This is the child of He Ru Ge and Xi Yuanshuai! The sons of heaven who sat at the finish line when they were born...

However, now He Ruge still does not know the childhood playmates of the future. His eyes swept over the scene and fell on the back of the Maozi Association.

It’s hard for Maozi to wear a suit. He’s like a song that thought he would see the other’s smiling face when he walked over. However, the eye of the Maozi Association was swollen. His look was very embarrassing and his spirit seemed to be Burned the fire.

He Ru Ge always heard a description in the past, saying that this person used to have light. He couldn't understand it before, but now he looks at the **** eye of Mao Zixie, but he suddenly understands the meaning of the description.

"What are you...?" He Ruge asked cautiously.

The Maozi Association squeezed a smile on him. It is clearly the most happy person today. At this moment, he laughs like a loser.

He Ruge looked at Mao Zixue and looked at the man’s slightly trembling hand. He whispered: “Are you nervous about the award-winning speeches waiting for you later? Don’t take out your hits before the stage? How many times do you practice?"

"...Yes, it should be practiced more." The voice of the Maozi Association is dry.

He Ruge is very worried about the status of the Maozi Association. He faintly thinks that there will be some unexpected things happening next. When He Song came to the stage to express his feelings, it was the turn of Mao Zixie to speak, why the unpredictable hunch was fulfilled.

A black-haired Maozi put the trophy on the stage, but in the exclamation of everyone, he suddenly squatted and looked down at the trophy.

"I... I am honored to be the Maozi Association. I am honored to receive the Allahhos Medical Award. This is my pursuit of life and the pursuit of our Mao family."

"The winner of the Allahhos Medical Award 17 years ago was my grandfather Mao Zhengyi, who used to be my idol, my goal, my big tree, my beacon, my glory."

"My grandfather, called Mao Zhengyi. He is also engaged in the study of spiritual knowledge in the sea. So far, his research results are still the biggest pillar of spiritual sea research. I used to be proud of my grandfather, without grandfather, Without me today, when I was young, I suffered from Canosto syndrome. It was my grandfather’s research field that changed my life for the rest of my life. I resolutely engaged in research on spiritual knowledge, cracked the death password, and took me back from the hands of death. ""

"I admire my grandfather. My biggest regret is that Grandpa's sudden death, the child wants to raise and not to wait, Grandpa left me when I was young and ignorant."

"But my father rarely mentioned Grandpa."

"My father died the year before, at the age of sixty, and died of suicide. He is a doctor who has been treating patients for many years without pay. He is going to the poorest areas of the poor galaxies."

"He always said that we are carrying sin. He said that he was at redemption, but he was guilty and seemed to be incomplete in any way. One day, I saw him lying in the body of the bathtub. His hands and wrists were cut open six centimeters. He is a doctor, and he knows exactly where to cut the wrist. The blood is red and the bathtub, I stare at his scattered eyes and see the strange relief."

"My father is gone, taking away the memory, but not taking the sin. The sin is a sin in the blood, engraved in the marrow, and imprinted from generation to generation."

"As long as I am still alive, as long as I have descendants, then this sin called human experiment will last forever and ever flow in this world..."

"Use the stench to tarnish the world."

The forehead clung to the ground, and he trembled: "I... guilty."

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