Through the past and the present, I regard you as the king

At this point in the conversation, Mu Feng didn't stay for a second, turned his head and left.Yanhuo walked a few steps and stopped to look back, only to see a white coat with a raised corner, and the back of a head that would never turn around for him.

Although he said that he fell in love with Mu Feng at first sight on the operating table five years ago, but that was basically nonsense. Whoever has acute appendicitis would have his stomach cut open, can he still have such thoughts?At that time, he just thought Mu Feng was good-looking.

After being discharged from the hospital, no matter how good-looking someone is, he is not worth the importance of living a life. He went to some bars to sing, and one time he was lucky enough to be scooped up by someone from an entertainment company, and he signed it without even thinking about it.

At that time, he was so focused on singing punk, he didn't even think about whether he would be popular or make money, so his life was still very poor, and he had to pick up his old job of singing, and ran to the deep alley where no one knew him. His little bar sings.

It was in this cloud that he saw Mu Feng again.

Probably that time, he was in the light on the stage, and Mu Feng was in the dimness off the stage, holding a glass of blue cocktail in his hand, smiling gently but alienated at everyone who struck up a conversation with him.

At that time, what Yanhuo sang was not a sharp rock, but a soothing ballad in a foreign language, and the content was about a piece of white snow.

Mu Feng just rejected a man's invitation, cast his eyes on the singing stage, and glanced at him.At that moment, Yanhuo was mesmerized by that look, and his subordinate played a wrong note.

Maybe it was that inadvertent meeting, a casual look, a wrong tone, the feeling of heartbeat is like the dusty white snow in the folk song, gently spreading on the fiery restless heart.

He stared at Mu Feng for two or three years. Although he inquired about a lot of things, he was caught by his indifferent manner and never dared to make a move until Nian Qi appeared in sight and dominated Mu Feng's side. position, he was a little impatient.

At that time, one didn't hold back...it became what it is now.

Now, Yanhuo doesn't want to assume that things would be different if he hadn't made a move in the cloud.Because of the confrontation in the toilet, Mu Feng's words, deeds, and actions are enough to prove that he will never have any role in the show.

The things that happened later were all just the squeeze of remaining feelings, the so-called unwillingness to reconcile.He understood that the piece of snow named Mu Feng would not fall on his grassland after all.

Yanhuo coughed twice, his throat suddenly hurt like it was about to split, recalling this, there is no need to miss it anymore, he lowered his head and pinched the report card, stood for a long time before walking away.

Finally, Mu Feng had another preoperative communication with the patient's family members. He went back to the dressing room and took out his mobile phone to check. There was no text message or call.He locked his phone in the closet, changed into a surgical gown, and went into the disinfection room to brush his hands.

While he was driving death away on the operating table, on the other side, Er Qi was in front of a bookstore, checking the list of goods with the small truck driver who came to deliver the goods.

This month, Twenty-seven was fighting a guerrilla war, shooting left and right, going wherever there was work to do.He has little knowledge, no diploma, and a fatal weakness - no identity certificate.

This means that the only fight he is good at has no place to display it, because jobs like security require him to provide an ID card, but he does not have one.

For a week after leaving Mu Feng, he worked as a coolie, moved bricks, slept on bridge piers and underground passages, bought a big steamed bun to eat for several days, and squeezed his own disheveled hair and homeless people together.In the second week, he understood most of the recruitment rules, understood the importance of identity cards and knowledge, knew what he could do and what he couldn't, and then spent a few dollars to take a bath in the public bathhouse, put Clean up and go on the road.

Twenty-seven had endured hardships, and he didn't feel that there was anything he couldn't endure until he was on the verge of life and death. It was just a little hungry and sleepy, it was no big deal.But even when he was hungry, he never thought about touching a penny in Mu Feng's card. Sometimes he would secretly take it out to have a look, and then put it back carefully, for fear of losing it.

In addition to the card, he will also try his best to keep the phone fully charged, so as not to miss Mu Feng's call.It's just that every day passed, and Mu Feng didn't send him a single text message.

He just went around earning some pocket money, eating very little, and the sky was full.I also saved a few big ones, and I hid them in my bag and didn't want to spend them.

It was also that day, he had a hard time eating meat, bought two big stuffed meat buns, and gnawed along the way to see if there was any job suitable for him. It would be best if he could work for a long time and provide board and lodging. not afraid.

Then he was blocked by a mountain of books.

It was a pile of books, new books, wrapped in kraft paper and placed at the door of the bookstore.A bloated young woman stood beside her, bent over with great effort, and was counting the number and types. She moved very slowly, and had to stand up straight and rest for a while after counting a stack.

As he got closer, Nianqi realized that she was not fat, but pregnant.

The delivery truck driver was very impatient, watching with a cigarette in his mouth, and disliked her for being too slow, which delayed his next business trip.

Twenty-seven swallowed the buns, walked over to the driver and said, "Didn't you see that she was pregnant with Liujia?"

The delivery man was very dissatisfied with the person who appeared out of nowhere, he spat out his cigarette butt on the ground, and looked at him with his neck stuck: "Your wife?"

After a [-]-[-] pause, he shook his head, "...No"

"Then you meddle in so much business!" The driver complained, retreated into the carriage and slammed the door, listening to the car radio and waiting for the female boss to check the bibliography, not intending to reason with Twenty Seven at all.

"It's okay, just take your time." The female boss smiled and relieved, as if she was used to such things.

It was really inconvenient for Nianqi to see her, and said, "What... can I help you with?"

The boss was stunned, straightened up to look at Nianqi, and then looked back at the bibliography and bill.Pregnancy made her feel weak, her waist was sore, and her feet were slightly swollen because of this. As the pregnancy progressed, fatigue caused many discomfort symptoms.

She looked at the piles of goods that needed to be checked, looked at twenty-seven, and finally chose to hand over the list.

Twenty Seven quickly helped her check it out, and moved all the new books into the small warehouse inside, and arranged them neatly according to categories, taking care of her big belly, which made it difficult for her to move, so she didn't dare to stack them too high, so that she could take them at any time.

The boss has been slowly supporting his stomach to watch him work, without extra instructions, and without pointing fingers, and poured a glass of water to thank him when he was done.

In the next few days, as long as Nian Qi was wandering in the nearby streets, he would come to the bookstore to help out. Later, when the boss heard that Nian Qi was looking for a job, he kept him.From then on, Twenty Seven settled down in this bookstore.

The bookstore is called a "small bookstore", but it is not very small. The two-story storefront is full of books, both new and old.The owner of the bookstore, surnamed Hua, was five or six years older than Twenty Seven. Her husband had just died in a car accident, leaving behind orphans, widows, and the bookstore.

If the other sisters Hua didn't talk about it, Nianqi naturally wouldn't inquire.

The bookstore is decorated according to the preferences of Sister Hua and her husband. It is very quiet and elegant. Green spider plants can be seen everywhere. A few small wooden stools and futons are placed on the floor for people to rest while reading.

Twenty-seven's tasks are to organize the bookshelves that are often messed up, tidy up the warehouse, watch the naughty children, and take care of the flowers and plants in the store.He is never sloppy in his work, and he can do several things by himself. Sister Hua likes Twenty Seven's temperament very much. She pays him the salary of two people, and almost entrusts him with most of the things in the store, while she stays at home. On the small sofa in the corner of the second floor, drink tea and nourish the fetus.

When he is free, Erqi can read books, from One Hundred Thousand Whys to encyclopedias to novels and history. After closing the store at night, he will still read until midnight, and even fall asleep leaning on the bookshelf. My sister was startled, thinking that he was fainted there from exhaustion.

He was also given three days off to let him go out and relax.In the past three days, Nian Qi also took all of them to read books.

In this way, he was crazy, little by little, absorbing the nutrition and knowledge of this world with his fastest speed. He saw many things in the book that he had never seen before, and understood many things that he did not understand before. know everything.

He tried to use his own method to understand the world, technology, and the thousands of years he traveled through.But Twenty Seven never forgot that his ultimate goal in doing all this——

It is to understand Mu Feng.

And what Nian Qi most wanted to understand was the emptiness and loneliness that he couldn't get rid of when he fell asleep every night in the past month.He could only tell himself over and over again that Mu Feng was waiting for his answer, and he had to work harder. Only by saying Mu Feng's name eight hundred times in this way could he fall asleep at ease.

He also reads lingering love stories, but the more he reads, the more confused his mood becomes, and he can't calm down at all.

Sister Hua opened up the cubicle under the stairs, made a temporary sleeping bed for him, installed wires and small lamps, and turned it into a decent bedroom.

Twenty Seven just lay on the bed, staring at a pair of empty eyes.

After tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep for half the night, I got up and took out the tablet from the bag, charged it and turned it on.He really didn't feel sleepy, and he didn't want to read a book, so he planned to find a TV series to watch the dawn.

Then he found a strange folder in the tablet, named "meat", which he had never seen before, and it was not his own masterpiece.

Open it, and there are more than a dozen movie-like videos inside.

Twenty-seven thought that Mu Feng played it specially for him, so he was so happy that he sat up straight and couldn't wait to open one of them.He didn't plug in the earphones, and the sound was very loud, and the structure of the small stairwell was like a big stereo speaker.

The gasp and sigh of "ahah" came out suddenly, and the broadcast was directly the climax/tide part, he didn't make any preparations in his heart, the close-up of the full-screen interface was too clear, a thin waist was riding on another The man's waist and hips twisted and swayed.

One turned over, the man underneath held him down and slammed/puffed/punched hard, while the other threw his neck back and gasped.

Nian Qi was dumbfounded, he couldn't even find the exit button, so he clasped his hands and threw the tablet out.

It's a pity that the tablet flew out, and the video would not stop by itself, and it was still yelling.

Nian Qi finally came back to his soul, as if thousands of heads were roaring past in his heart, he didn't even dare to glance at the source of the sound, but he was guilty, so guilty!

After a long time, he climbed down from the bed with hands and feet, fished out the tablet with the speed of flying hidden weapons before, and hid it under the bed.

Take it out later and take a look, and then take another look.

Oh, so it is.Oh, it turns out that this is what happens between men and men.Hey, that's a good pose.

Wait, what is he doing? !

Ah, it's still possible...

With a curious and studious attitude, Nian Qi carefully studied and observed two volumes like he usually read books, and his whole body was full of energy, and he didn't feel sleepy at all.

When it came to the third part, he started to get distracted, because the man who was pushed on the bed in it was not good, why did he look more and more like Mu Feng.No, take a closer look, it's too ugly, it doesn't look like Mu Feng.

Dazed and dazed, Mu Fengguang/naked body, slender legs, straight waist and hips, slightly curved mouth...all in front of my eyes, although it is a fantasy, it feels more real than real.

Twenty-seven saw the man in the video with his legs split apart, lying on his side being inserted/inserted, and he uttered a charming cry.

In an instant, Qi and blood poured down, and I couldn't watch it anymore.But even after turning off the video, Mu Feng's figure still lingered in his mind, and he stuffed himself under the quilt for 10 minutes.

A tent had already been set up underneath, and it was too inflated.

Twenty Seven swallowed heavily, frowned and tugged down on the waistband of his trousers, released the word, held it for a while, and then moved it up and down.He didn't hold back either, and was soon released in the pleasure/feeling of self-confessed shame.

The brain suddenly emptied for a few seconds, and after the passion/desire subsided, what followed was not satisfaction, but boundless loneliness.

He really missed Mu Feng.

This kind of longing is like a tarsal maggot, eating away at twenty-seven little by little in the night when a person is wandering outside.

Starting from this, the longing was deposited in Er Qi's bones bit by bit. During the long years of staying together, it gradually fermented and fermented, and finally gave him a kind of feeling called "If you don't hold Mu Feng, you will be happy." Can't sleep" disease.

This matter was criticized by Mu Feng himself.

Of course, this is for a later story.