"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Because of the time difference, Yunchu didn't sleep very peacefully this time. He always felt that someone was watching him in a daze. He opened his eyes and saw the familiar darkness in front of him. His head hurt a little. He subconsciously said: " Mochi?"

"Mr. Mo is not here." Dean rang with a smile in his deep metallic voice unique to adult men, and Yunchu paused when he got up: "Mr. Dean?"

"I'll see if Yun has lunch."

Yun Chu sat up and half leaned against the head of the bed, no emotion could be seen on his delicate face: "Thank you, I'm not hungry yet."

"Ah, that's a pity," the man's regretful voice sounded exaggerated in his ears, and Yun Chu heard the other party say, "I thought I could invite Yun to have dinner together."

Yun Chu felt a little uncomfortable with the man's words, and frowned slightly: "Mr. Dean, I'm in the hospital."

Dean looked at the serious face of the young man in front of him, and the serious face of the other party was like a little milk cat trying to pretend to be serious. His heart was moved, and he smiled and said: "I know, I can give Yun brings food, and then eats with you."

Yun Chu frowned and stopped talking.

Dean didn't care. He chatted with Yunchu in broken Chinese, trying to get closer to each other in order to get more information about each other. Unfortunately, Yunchu had a strong sense of precaution. In the end, Di Ann can only return home in defeat.

When Mo Chi came back, he keenly noticed that something was wrong with the atmosphere in the ward. He stepped in and walked in. Yun Chu was sitting on the bed with his head bowed. He didn't know what he was thinking. He raised his head after hearing his voice. : "Mochi?"

Mo Chi replied, "It's me."

Yun Chu breathed a sigh of relief visibly.

Mo Chi walked up to him: "What's wrong?"

Yun Chu shook his head, obviously he didn't want to say anything, and Mo Chi didn't want to force him anymore after seeing this, so he just took out the food that was still hot.

I don't know if it's because of the after-effects of the flight or the lack of appetite for the food. In short, Yun Chu didn't drink much and said that he couldn't eat anymore. Mo Chi looked at him: "Take another bite."

Yun Chu shook his head, his face was a little ugly: "I really can't eat anymore, let's put it away for now."

Looking at his expression, Mo Chi was a little worried: "Yunchu, is there something wrong with you?"

Yun Chu shook his head, opened his mouth and was about to speak, but suddenly there was a sharp pain in his brain, as if every neuron was twisted together, his face suddenly turned pale, and the next second, Dou Da Sweat covered his forehead, and under Mo Chi's horrified gaze, he fainted on the bed.

"Yunchu!!!"

"The patient's condition is worse than we expected. The blood clot is moving too fast. We can't wait any longer. The operation must be arranged immediately!" The attending doctor looked at the film in his hand with an unprecedentedly serious tone.

Mo Chi's face was pale, he was no better than the person on the bed, Yun Mu held Papa Mo's hand tightly, as if he could draw some energy for himself, Papa Mo looked down at the consent form in front of him with a sullen face , the pen in his hand has not moved.

"Mr. Mo." The doctor called him from the side.

"The sooner the surgery is performed, the more hope Master Yun will have."

"What's the success rate?" Mo Chi, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke at this moment. He raised his head and looked at the doctor with slightly scarlet eyes and a hoarse voice.

"50.00%... less than."

The atmosphere in the ward fell to the bottom due to the doctor's words.

"Dad, sign it." Mo Chi turned his head, looked at the person on the bed tenderly, his eyes were sore, and said, "Yunchu...he will be fine."

Father Mo closed his eyes fiercely, and then, amidst Yunca's suppressed crying, he wrote down his name on the signature column.

The hospital quickly made preparations. It didn't take long before Yunchu was pushed into the operating room. Father Mo and Yun Mu had been guarding the door of the operating room. Mo Chi, seeing the door slowly opened in front of him, After closing it, he turned and left.

Under the light, the tall and straight figure was flimsy for no reason, like a bow with a broken string. Father Mo stopped him: "Where are you going?"

Mo Chi stopped and didn't look back: "I'm going out for a walk."

After the boy finished speaking, he turned and left without looking back.

There is a small church one kilometer away from the city center. On weekdays, people pray and pray. At night when the lights are on, the church has already closed. When Mochi took a taxi, the white driver looked at him in surprise. One glance, and then kindly remind him: "The church is closed at this time."

Mo Chi nodded, fastened his seat belt and looked at the busy traffic in front of him expressionlessly. The street lights beside the road cast his face on his face. Teenagers usually hide in the dark, half exposed to the light, extremely aggressive. The oriental looks are mysteriously sexy.

The white driver stared blankly for a moment, until the other party turned his head, and the eyes as dark as night glanced at him lightly, then he came back to his senses, and then started the car.

A few minutes later, the car stopped outside the church. Mo Chi paid the fare and got out of the car. The driver finally gave the passenger a curious look, then started the car and left.

There were no residents around the church. Even though it was in a bustling urban area, there was strange tranquility, as if it had become two worlds from the noisy outside world. Mo Chi raised his head and looked at the solemn and solemn building in front of him, his eyes were filled with peace.

The door of the church was locked, and he could only stand outside the door, the surrounding was quiet, with the occasional sound of wind blowing leaves.

After looking at it quietly for a while, Mo Chi moved his body, then bent down, and knelt down in the church.

The lonely church and the lonely figure became a small part of the world in this quiet night.

From the pitch black night to the early morning of the twilight, Mo Chi kept his head down in the same posture and remained motionless. The city, which had been quiet all night, began to slowly wake up again. The street lamp behind him completed his mission and retired. , the sun broke through the clouds from a distance, sprinkled softly on his body, and pulled out a long figure in front of the church.

The phone that had been quiet in his pocket all night suddenly vibrated, and Mo Chi felt as if he had been electrocuted. He shook violently at first, and then returned to calm.

The young man took out his mobile phone expressionlessly, lowered his eyes, fixed his eyes on the constantly beating caller ID on it, and kept exerting force on the hand holding the mobile phone until his fingertips turned white.

The phone was still ringing persistently, and at the last second when it was about to hang up automatically, Mo Chi finally clicked on the answer and put it next to his ear.

Breathing, involuntarily held.

There was silence on the other side of the phone. In such silence, Mo Chi's heart sank little by little.