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Kang Zi and Yao An stayed in the hospital for nearly a day, and they have been speechless since they came back.

Yan Muchun's wear and tear was beyond Kang Zi's expectation, which stunned him, and Yan Huai'en's strong composure made him unable to say even a light-hearted joke, so as to relieve them from this strange atmosphere.

Yan Huaien told them that Yan Muchun would go to the provincial hospital a week later, and that was the final result.

At night, the lights in the room were turned off, and Yao An was lying on the bed with one arm pillowed on his head, because the night was so quiet, he suddenly wanted to hear the strange sound of beads falling from the ceiling.

But there was a sound of footsteps approaching from a distance.

It's kind of ethereal.

Yao An felt a little sad, he lived in it for three years, but he still couldn't fully adapt to the structure of the house that was too empty and cold, his mother's villa was the most suitable for haunting!

He clenched his fist secretly, his hair stood on end, and his gaze was almost fixed on the door.

The doorknob turned downwards as expected.

As soon as Kangzi opened the door, before he could make a sound, he was slapped against the wall by a flying pillow, and he was slapped dumbfounded.

On the opposite side, Yao An was squatting with his legs bent, as if preparing to run, but his expression was exactly the same.

"..."

"..."

Five seconds later, Kang Zi asked, "Are you insane?"

Yao An coughed twice, resumed his normal sitting posture, crossed his legs and said, "What are you doing here at night?"

"What are you doing?" Kang Zi touched his face, "I lost my memory after being beaten by you."

Yao An knew he was in the wrong, so it was rare not to quarrel with him, but even if he was beaten to death, he would not explain to Kang Zi what he had done just now, he would be laughed to death.

Yao An moved towards the wall and said, "Sit."

"Don't dare." Kang Zi said, "I think it's not a full moon tonight, why did it suddenly get out of control?"

"It's not over, is it?" Yao An lifted the quilt, "Don't talk and get out."

"Tsk." Kang Zi curled his lips in dissatisfaction, picked up the pillow on the floor, threw it at Yao An, and sat down next to the head of the bed.

He didn't say anything at first, but looked around the room with the little light from the window, saw a framed painting on the wall, couldn't help touching it with his hands: "You are quite elegant."

"Yao Jianqi drew it," Yao An chuckled, "Do you know where it is?"

Kangzi pressed the bedside lamp and looked up for a while: "Isn't this the village, that old banyan tree!"

Yao An raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, this kid is quite nostalgic." Kang Zi nodded approvingly.

"Don't think he doesn't like to talk, he has something on his mind." Yao An stretched his waist, put the pillow behind his waist, half lying down, raised Erlang's legs and swayed, "What else is on your mind What, huh?"

Kang Zi looked at him.

It really does.

Otherwise, he wouldn't come up in the dark in the middle of the night, and Yao An wouldn't just sit there without saying anything after being thrown a flying pillow, which would be too uneconomical.

"I..." His words came to his lips, and he made another tour, "Do you think that life is actually quite short?"

Yao An probably guessed what he wanted to say.

He also understands that not only Kang Zi and Yan Huai'en, but people at this stage are very unfamiliar with this kind of ephemerality, just like you are still in the playground, enjoying the carousel roller coaster, and someone suddenly tells you, Hey, we're closed.

Only then did you realize that both play and excitement will end.

"I think." Yao An said.

Hearing his answer, Kang Zi's mood sank: "Oh, what should I do then.".

"What can I do, I'm not alive anymore?" Yao An scoffed.

Kangzi kicked him: "I'm talking to you!"

"That's it." Yao An spread his hands, "It doesn't matter whether your life is short or fucked up, you have to live."

After finishing speaking, he added another sentence: "Complete your mission"

"What mission?" Kang Zi asked curiously.

Yao An frowned, and suddenly a word was reviewed by memory, and he said it plainly but with a reason: "Mediocre."