Three months of acquaintance with Mr.

Sorry, I can't tell you our story for a while.

Mr. He fainted.

I'm in a hurry, but I can't help.

This is the first time I have felt so powerless, including when I was alive.

If only I were alive.

If I'm still alive, I can send Mr. He to the hospital.

I can also take care of him until he wakes up.

That's right, I can't meet him.

I can't let him get involved, whether it's being criticized by the world or experiencing a relationship with no future, I'm not willing.Mr. He shouldn't have to bear this, he deserves better.

Not to mention the worst part is having both.

Perhaps, I am too narcissistic, Mr. He will not like me at all.That night was just a dream.

After staying in the dark for a long time, I always have to find something to save myself, and if it doesn't work, I just have some fun.

There are so many suffering people in the world, how can the gods be so busy.

Mr. He lived alone, and no one knew he was in a coma.

I'm very worried, Mr. He can't die.

I hope Mr. He can live well, together with my share.I'm not lying, I mean it wholeheartedly.

Mr. He has always been in good health, why did he faint?

Who will save Mr. He, I am willing...

What shall I give in exchange?I have nothing left.

no i have.I have a love that I secretly hide in my heart and dare not speak out.

But that is worthless to the gods.

I used to face death with great confidence and fearlessness.Because that's something that has been foreshadowed constantly since I was born.To this day, I can die again calmly.

I admit that death is a terrible thing, but I don't think he's the scariest.

It took me a long time to become invulnerable.

But today I experienced one of the scariest things.

Watching a loved one in trouble, with nothing to do.

I promise, I won't be able to get over this even if I give it another 22 years.

What should I do? I watched Mr. He lying on the cold floor.

I can't do anything.

I can't even feel Mr. He's vital signs.

I want to cry, but I can't cry.

I don't want Mr. He to die, I hope he lives well.Even if I'm alone.

I can only pray in silence.

God, if Mr. He is safe and sound, I would still like this in my next life.

I have nothing in exchange but my future.

I hope God is not busy and can hear my prayer.

I used to be a staunch atheist, but now the words...

There should really be reincarnation!

It doesn't matter, I am willing to overdraw my next life for Mr. He.

Do you think I'm a love brain?Can you give up anything for love?

But Mr. He is really worth it!At least I think so.Anyway, I didn't endanger other people, I just decided my own future.

The sound of a lock being unlocked interrupted my prayers.

Great, Mr. He is saved.

Overjoyed, I didn't pay attention to who opened the door.

But I know that Mr. He has been living alone.Who will have the key to Mr. He's house?

Mr. He was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, and I followed.

Another advantage of being a ghost: you can enter the operating room at will.Can that person please?

I unilaterally declare: I have won this round.

Fortunately, Mr. He's life is not in danger.

"Who are the family members?"

"I am, how is he?" She got up from the chair.

"It is now out of danger, but still needs to be hospitalized for observation. The patient is coma due to orthostatic hypotension caused by excessive fatigue. Pay more attention to rest and work reasonably."

"Okay, I know."

Overtired?Is Mr. He under so much work pressure?Obviously, it was still busy before.

Fortunately, there is no life-threatening!

In this way, I watched the lady in front of me take care of Mr. He.

What have I been missing these days since my death?

The lady was already looking down at the computer.

My boyfriend is sick and hospitalized, and he is still busy with work, so he doesn't care about Mr. He at all.

However, Mr. He would still like this kind of self-motivated one.

Unlike me, who is only suitable for eating and waiting to die.

Maybe this lady can't accompany Mr. He to the end of her life, but at least she won't bring any criticism to Mr. He.

I am nothing compared to her.

That's good, at least Mr. He is taken care of.

It is too dangerous for Mr. He to live alone.What's more, it won't be me anyway, so it doesn't matter who it is.

After all, this is Mr. He's own choice, and I have no right to stop it.

After comforting myself, I began to look at this lady who was busy with work.

Well, throwing out my personal prejudice, she looks pretty.

It's really pretty.

Well, no more.

Think I'll describe what exactly she looks like?

Sorry, I won't do that.

I don't want to talk casually about a person's specific looks, and I don't want to add "but not as good-looking as me" after that even if I am a lonely ghost now.

Also, leave yourself a way out.I want to ignore her.

You said, what would happen if I didn't leave that night?Would she not be here?

I'm not ashamed of myself for having such a dirty mind, but I have to admit that I feel good physically and mentally at the thought.And because of this kind of pre-pleasure, I looked at the lady with a softer gaze.

It turns out that you are inferior to me.The reason why Mr. He chose you is because I voluntarily withdrew first.

I tried my best to suppress these illicit thoughts of mine, and focused all my attention on Mr. He.

Mr. He is still in a coma, but he has to admit that even so he is still very handsome.

The lady left after taking a call.Only Mr. He and I were left in the ward.

I wasn't very happy because Mr. He was still asleep.

I had no choice but to sit beside Mr. He's bed and quietly look at Mr. He's face.

I wanted to touch Mr. He's face, but in the end I didn't reach out.

This time passed so comfortably that I even forgot that I was dead.

For some reason, I suddenly didn't want to accept this event that I had rehearsed countless times.

I'm so hypocritical.

What exactly is Mr. He doing?I guarantee that his work will not cause such great harm to his body.

Mr. He once came to A University as a teaching assistant.It was the seventh day after he taught me how to shoot.

Later I learned that the teaching assistant application of University A happens to be responded within seven working days.

The arrival of Mr. He is not surprising to some students.

Because the professor at that time had already stated in the group that a new teaching assistant was going to temporarily replace Assistant Professor Liu who was ill.

The professor attached a link to Mr. He's more detailed information.

I just replied "received".I don't care about the teaching assistant's education and experience.Because I have great trust in the vision of A University in selecting teaching assistants.

However, the small group established during the freshman year was very lively.Many students were discussing what Mr. He was thinking. A good executive would not go to his alma mater as a teaching assistant.What's more, they think that Huilian is going to go bankrupt, and Mr. He is planning ahead for himself.

But I didn't know these until after Mr. He returned to office.Because I set that group as message Do Not Disturb.

I'm sure I'm not the only one doing this.

Closer to home, I met Assistant Professor He before all my classmates.

I still live outside.The property is in my own name.

What?Why don't I say I live in my own home?

Because there is only me there.To me life is to be alive.

Live freely, good or bad, without any prefix.

There wasn't even any trace of my family's life in that house.

At seven o'clock in the morning, I hastily packed myself and left the house on time.

I staggered down the stairs like a walking dead holding on to the handrail.

Yes, I stayed up late yesterday.

But I didn't stay up all night playing games, reading novels, watching dramas...

I am not indulging in any entertainment.Instead I am studying hard.

Yes, I am revising my thesis.Before I knew it, it was already late at night.Fortunately, my heart is fine.

Although I don't live long, I don't want to die suddenly.

I promise that my usual work and rest are very regular.

Just got downstairs.I was patted on the shoulder by someone.

I tried to open my eyes wider.Finally saw who it was.

"Mr. He, why are you here?" Mr. He sent me back here after teaching me to dunk the last time.So Mr. He knows that I live there.

But in the early morning, why is Mr. He here.

"I'll pick you up to school." Mr. He answered my question.

"What? Take me to school?" Are the senior leaders of the company so busy?Or is Huilian's treatment too good?

Mr. He pulled me into the car.

"Mr. He, thank you very much for your kindness. But this will disturb you. After all, we are just ordinary friends, so you don't have to come here next time, and it is very convenient to take the bus." I politely refused Mr. He.

What on earth was Mr. He thinking that he took the initiative to pick up a junior whom he had just met for a few days.

I don't think there is anything special, except for being admitted to a university.But why didn't Mr. He pick up the other students himself?

"Did you check your phone yesterday?" From the tone of his voice, he knew he hadn't, otherwise he wouldn't have refused to reply.Are you reckless?

"Ah? Wait a minute, I'll read it right away." In order not to be disturbed, I concentrated on revising my thesis yesterday and turned my phone to silent.

"Shall we go to school together tomorrow? I'll pick you up in the car, and you treat me to breakfast. 'Smile'"

...I don't know anything else, Huilian's canteen must be bad.

"Sorry, Mr. He. I didn't check my phone yesterday."

"It's okay, my family lives nearby anyway. By the way, where do you usually go for breakfast?" Mr. He seemed to be here for dinner.

I named a breakfast place.

"Mr. He, can I ask you a question?"

"You said."

"Why did you say you want to go to school with me?" Could it be that you recalled your college life again?No way, Mr. He obviously just came to A University.

It seems that I shouldn't ask this question, Mr. He's current expression is indescribable.

Mr. He probably never thought that when he was in school, he didn't read the messages sent by the professor, and just replied "received" so quickly.

"Cough cough. Song Yijin, as someone who has been here, I advise you to carefully read the message sent by the professor." Mr. He persuaded me without changing his face.

Something from the professor?What does this have to do with Mr. He coming to pick me up?But I turned the phone back on again.

I saw a link from the professor about the new TA in a bunch of receipts.

I opened the link and read it carefully.

what to do?How can I save myself?

"Mr. He, why did you suddenly change jobs?" I quickly changed the subject.

"Young man, I advise you not to let your eyesight leak when you are young. Please read the link sent by the professor aloud."

"He Yiqiu, male, master's degree, graduated from University A. He has a year of teaching assistant experience..."

"Do you understand, little friend Song Yijin?"

"……Understood."

"Then why doesn't Mr. He become a teaching assistant?" I really didn't intend to inquire about Mr. He's privacy, but just asked casually.

"Earn less than enough to marry a wife."

"..." I have to admit that what Mr. He said is not unreasonable.

The salary of teaching assistants is indeed lower, after all, the length of service is there.But it is not impossible to marry a wife.

"Then why did you come back again?" Don't you dislike earning less?

"Contributing to the cause of education, a man should regard money as dung."

"Then you used to..." Maybe it was because Mr. He was too gentle, or maybe it was because I didn't wake up in the morning and my brain didn't activate my blood, so I continued to make trouble.

"At that time, I was too young and ignorant." I was really too young, and I was tricked into becoming a teaching assistant by my teacher just after graduation.But now it seems that it is not without benefits.

"...Haha, Mr. He is not old now." What I said was not flattering Mr. He at home.Mr. He is really not old, after all, he is only seven years older than me.

When Mr. He resigned from University A, I just entered University A.

"Really? Just don't dislike it."

What can I hate?It doesn't matter to me how old Mr. He is.Even if Mr. He is an old man, we can still be friends.

"I don't dislike it." After all, I was still riding on someone else's ride, so I immediately expressed my opinion.

"Is it here?" Mr. He asked me.

"Yes." I often have breakfast at this breakfast shop.

Mr. He found a place to park the car, and we entered the house together.

"Mr. He, do you have anything to eat?"

"I'm free, as long as I can eat for free."

"..." Mr. He is sincere.

what is this?A rich man worth over ten million asks poor college students for food?

Sorry, I'm a little out of sorts today.It seems that I can't stay up late in the future. Not only is it bad for the heart, but the brain will also be affected.

I ended up having breakfast with Mr. He.

There is no candlelight, no flowers, no steak, no violin and piano music, and it is not night, nor are there any vows and sweet love words.But I think this should be the appearance of marriage that I have never imagined.

In the breakfast shop in the early morning, you can really see the fireworks and the world.

Those with families, those who live alone, those who go to school, those who go to work, children, the elderly...

The breakfast that was packed and taken away, quietly placed on the table waiting to be enjoyed by others.

When there are a lot of people, there will be people urging the boss to hurry up, and there may be arguments over who owns the bowl of packed porridge.

The old people who finished their morning exercises gathered together.A few drawers of buns and a pot of tea can last until noon.

The chicken patties here are delicious, the sweet porridge is also delicious, and the people who accompany me to eat are also very nice.

To be honest, I have been lazy about housework, but I can still take good care of myself.But I don't have skills like cooking.

Not because I'm lazy but because I feel pointless.

From the vegetable market to the kitchen to the dinner table, the last thing is to clean up the mess.All the process has been just me.I don't feel like it's a rewarding sacrifice.

That was the first time in four years that someone had breakfast with me.

His name is He Yiqiu, and he is a very nice person.If possible, I would like to learn cooking for him.

I swallowed the last piece of chicken patty in my hand, and I knew it was impossible in my life.