the years when i was in heaven

It was already noon when Mingli woke up, and it was cold beside the bed.He rubbed his head and sat up and looked around. The bed curtain half-hidden a few rays of sunlight, and he came to the living room with a sore back and no one.

Good guy, run away after finishing?

The yogurt sprinkled on the coffee table became sticky, and a black mobile phone was lying on the sofa.

With a "buzz", the phone screen lit up.At the same time, Ming Li's cell phone rang, which had been lost in the chaos last night in the bedroom.

Only a message from the company can do it.What Mingli didn't expect was that Qiu Hai's phone didn't have a password, and he entered it after swiping the interface.

Jindu has entered, and Quan will help Captain Qiu to take a look at the official business in advance.In case the company is in a hurry, he is not the kind of person who peeps into other people's privacy.After the brainwashing was successful, Ming Li happily entered.

System prompt: Your subsequent enroute check is pending confirmation.

A check task appears below the message.

Inspector: Qiu Hai

Checked: Mingli

Seeing his name, Mingli didn't react at once, and ran back to the bedroom with his buttocks in his hands, and found his mobile phone under the bed.

System prompt: You have a qualification recovery task to be confirmed.

Mingli:? ? ?

Qualification recovery?

His plateau flying qualification!

Qiu Hai wants to check him? ?

"Fuck!"

Bending too hard, Mingli's buttocks tightened, and he took a deep breath.

Happiness comes too suddenly like a tornado!

He trotted into the living room again.As the subject of the inspection, he confirmed it for the captain!The captain does not have the power to say "no"!

Soon Qiu Hai's mobile phone sent a system message: Your route inspection has been confirmed, please confirm again that it is your operation.

Mingli said "hey" twice, and was about to exit when a push message appeared on the top of the screen. He accidentally clicked on WeChat, and the villain and the earth occupied the screen.

"..."

Soon, an unfamiliar chat interface appeared in front of him.

"........."

He didn't do it on purpose, he turned it all on, so it shouldn't be a problem if you take a look, right?

Well, no problem, don't mind.

Asking and answering that the slap in the face was successful, Ming Li scrolled down a few times, not to mention what kind of mood he was in, anyway, although he said it before, he didn't believe any of the rumored objects in Qiu Hai's legend.

As expected, Qiu Hai’s WeChat account is not only work, but also work, which pays off more than clear soup and hot pot.

Suddenly, a conversation bar with a black moon pattern appeared in his line of sight. The content of the chat was only one sentence, and he could see it without clicking on it: The condition is getting worse, you should go there.

The sending time was exactly the night of the car accident, and Qiu Hai didn't reply.

Familiar profile picture, familiar circle of friends.Mingli didn't even need to open his own WeChat account, it was the weekend's WeChat account.

In Mingli's impression, these two people are two parallel lines that do not intersect.

and……

"He called me that night and asked me to ask you to go to his shop for dinner. He didn't know how to hang up the phone with the buttons on the car, so he didn't pay attention to the front."

There is no record of the call that night.

The only possible explanation is that Qiu Hai saw the WeChat on the weekend on the way to the company, which led to the accident.

Who's worsening condition has stimulated Qiu Hai so much?

Ming Li's first thought was his mother.

If their relationship is close enough to entrust their parents, why is there no intersection in the eyes of outsiders?

When the bell rang, Mingli's hands trembled in shock, it was his cell phone that rang.

"Hey?"

"I...I can't do it..."

"You stayed up late to write novels again!?" He immediately switched his right hand to answer the call, put on a coat and ran outside, "You are truly earning money with your life. Hold on, I'll be right there."

"Wait...wait for you...quick!"

Ming Li rushed to the elevator entrance, just in time to meet Qiu Hai who came out carrying his things.

Qiu Hai: "Run away?"

"If I want to run away from my house, you will run away!" Ming Li handed him the door card key.

"What's the hurry?"

"It's too much to stay up all night pretending to be garlic. I'll go and see him. Someday this guy dies suddenly at home and can only be discovered by the smell."

Qiu Hai nodded, and put two warm meat buns into his arms.Mingli took a bite, "Thank you."

"Go early and return early, drive slowly on the road."

The elevator was still slowly ascending. Taking advantage of this gap, Mingli poked his head out and said to Qiu Hai who was opening the door: "When will we fly to Canada next month?"

The hand that opened the door froze, and Qiu Hai turned his back to him, "Let's talk about it, I've been a little busy recently."

The elevator has arrived.

Mingli didn't say anything, and walked into the elevator.

Mingli dragged Zhuang Suan out of the house, and this guy was still thinking about the latest chapter of his "My Captain Baba", which was just released.

"Let... let me take a final look, have you saved it!" Zhuang Su'an raised his trembling fingers as he was dying, looking at the notebook on the table as if seeing the two-dimensional goddess herself.

"Save it, I'll give you some more material if it's really not possible, and now let me go to the hospital first!"

"You, you promise."

Ming Li gritted his teeth, and said word by word: "I, Bao, Zheng."

When he arrived at the hospital, Zhuang Su'an was directly pushed to have his stomach lavaged, and he was already asleep when he came out.The doctor said that the acute gastritis was caused by long-term irregular work and rest and unhealthy diet. It will be fine after a few days of rest, but more attention should be paid in the future.

Zhuang Su'an on the bed slept soundly, squatting on the pillow, the doctor adjusted his heavy glasses while snoring, and said a bunch of unfathomable medical terms without changing his face.

After the doctor left, Ming Li went to get the medicine and paid the medical bill by the way, carrying a small bag full of big and small medicine bottles.

At a corner, a figure flashed by.

Ming Li opened his eyes slightly. It is very rare to wear a suit in a place like a hospital. It is still a casual and casual suit, and the back view is too familiar.

The man twirled the plastic bag containing the medicine with his index finger, humming softly with one hand in his pocket, and the delicate leather shoes made a crisp sound, and the passing nurses would secretly glance at him.

Mingli followed all the way, and didn't stop until the man turned into the departmental alley.He raised his head, and there were three large red characters pasted above the door: Psychiatry.

There is a row of chairs for people to rest outside the door of the department. He sneaked over and sat down, pretending to be a person queuing up to see a doctor.The sallow-faced and thin man next to him looked at him suspiciously, "Dude, are you also here for investigation?"

"?"

The sallow-faced and thin man looked him up and down, "It seems that you are not very good. I have been lurking on the planet Flege for more than 100 years. I am an outstanding fighter. The winner of this investigation must be me."

"..."

"Do you have any special powers?" The sallow and thin man suddenly yelled, "You are a traitor! I know, you are a traitor! Where is the saint, I want to see the saint! There is a traitor here!"

The sound attracted the nurse, and three or five nurses pulled him away. He yelled and kept his eyes fixed on Mingli.

The eyes of the surrounding patients looked at Mingli as if they were looking at a monster. He was cold from head to toe, and felt more and more that this was a dream.

He wanted to wake up quickly.

"boom--!"

"Mr. Zhou, Mr. Zhou, please calm down. Our medical conditions are really limited, and we can't do the same as the nursing home you stayed in before."

"So you let me live in the same room with those rotten people outside? Call your dean over, believe it or not, I will make your whole family unemployed!"

Mingli was startled by this voice.

The doctor in the room almost begged, "Mr. Zhou, we must find a way to coordinate this. Please calm down first. The most important thing about your disease is to control your emotions with self-awareness."

"Sick? I'm not sick, I'm not sick! You are all sent by that person to kill me, and you all want me to die!"

There was a loud muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and even the patients outside the room who had been muttering to themselves fell silent.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the door, as if a man with a machine gun would come out of the door and shoot wildly at them.

Ming Li rushed forward, but a nurse who appeared out of nowhere stopped him.

"This is my friend."

The nurses looked at each other, "I'm sorry sir, no one can go in without the permission of the person concerned."

The doctor's wailing became louder, heart-piercing.

"Step aside."

"Whoa-!"

The window panes shattered.

"Help! Come on! Help, help! Don't come here!!!!"

The doctor screamed, but the nurse turned a deaf ear to it. The surrounding people seemed to be used to it and no one spoke. The atmosphere was weird and distorted.

Ming Li rolled up his sleeves and was about to rush in, but he was pulled out of the department by a hand. During the pull, he saw the nurse immediately opened the door and rushed in. After a while, there was a female nurse's scream, and the door opened. A group of people watched indifferently.

"They will only go in after you leave. They are more anxious than you."

Zhuang Suan pulled him out of the psychiatric department, and the passers-by looked at them curiously.

"You, him, this." Mingli made various incoherent gestures, and finally suddenly realized strangely, "Could it be that weekend's father bought out the hospital, and he came to inspect it, it must be like this!"

Zhuang Su'an looked at him with "do you look like that?"

The corners of Mingli's mouth froze for a moment, and he said with difficulty: "What's wrong with him?"

I have known Xiao Xiao for ten years, and this person is gentle and refined on weekends. He is obviously a rich second generation but there is no lace news.But those crazy and thought-provoking movements from the room just now hit Mingli's nerves from time to time.

This is the weekend he knew?

Zhuang Su'an sighed, "When we graduated, he was going to fly, but he was not only rejected in the psychological test of G Airlines, but also named as having particularly serious psychological problems."

Mingli was completely stunned.

He remembered that when G Airlines was recruiting, Zhuang Suan, as a "family member", accompanied him to the interview with the weekend, but the weekend was behind him but he came out earlier than him.

"It seems to be unimpeded, Brother Zhou." Mingli teased, holding a thick stack of recruitment briefings and an application form for a medical examination at the Civil Aviation Administration in a few days.

Weekend looked indifferent, not seeing any abnormalities at all, and said leisurely: "Go in and a group of people ask this and that, asking me to abide by this and take care of that, which is not in line with my freedom-loving life principles. It happens that there is a shortage of people at home, so I'd better go back Be the boss."

At that time, Ming Li really didn't think much about it.

"Why has he been hiding it from me?"

"It's hard to talk about this kind of thing." Zhuang Su'an said: "I also accidentally found a case in his store, and he admitted that he said that the most difficult time was that Qiu Hai was with him all the time. In short, I advise you It’s really for his own good to pretend that I don’t know anything, anyway, their family has money and they don’t have to worry about life, so let’s keep going like this.”