[Bottle evil black evil] Death is coming

Wu Xie was woken up by the cold at first, and after being frightened, she squatted on the cold floor of the hospital for so long, and then she was completely thinking about the stranger, and even forgot how she woke up, and the quilt was not covered. In this way, he fell asleep again. With his weak body, he began to feel uncomfortable in the middle of the night. When the nurse who made the rounds in the morning came in and found his face flushed, he quickly took a thermometer to measure it, and it was 39.7 degrees.

The fat man almost pissed him off: "I said, you really don't take this disease seriously, you think you're the big guy who is in good health and delicious!"

Wu Xie's face was flushed with fever, and she smiled embarrassingly to comfort him: "Aren't I a young man...Although I'm not in good health...but my age hasn't changed..."

Hearing Wu Xie's weak tone, the fat man couldn't bear to blame him anymore, so he could only say seriously: "Wu Xie, you have to pay more attention to yourself, Da Pan and I are still waiting for you to get better, and then go out for a drink together .”

The fat man was in such a heavy mood, and Wu Xie was also very sad. Although he knew that no matter how much he paid attention to his condition, his condition would not get better, but he still nodded with a smile: "Okay, I will."

After the fat man left, Wu Xie continued to rest. His eyes were too dry to open because of the high fever, but he couldn't sleep. When he closed his eyes, the noise outside the window seemed very far away. Wu Xie suddenly felt that he was alone in the world. feel.

The cold feeling of being watched appeared again, Wu Xie opened his eyes, and sure enough, he saw the man in black standing beside his bed and looking at him.In all fairness, this person is not ugly, but the indifference and gray complexion on his face make people feel very uncomfortable, and he feels a chill in his heart, especially since he is dressed in black. In contrast, he looks like A paper dummy.

Wu Xie didn't know what was going on with him, so he didn't feel scared at all, instead he complained to him: "It's all your fault."

Zhang Qiling actually showed a guilty expression along with him: "Well, I'm sorry."

Language is a very magical power, which can reveal people's mood and even thoughts invisibly. Listening to him, you can feel that at least at the moment he is not malicious to him, so Wu Xie chatted with the other party: "Who are you? We do you know it?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head and said, "I know you, but you don't know me."

He didn't say his name, so Wu Xie didn't ask further: "Seeing that you're not very old, I'll call you brother, shall I?"

Zhang Qiling nodded silently.

Wu Xie continued to ask: "Why did you come to see me? How did you get in?"

Raising his finger to the window, Zhang Qiling said: "That." Then he looked at Wu Xie and said very seriously: "Wu Xie, you are different from them...I want to see you."

You are different from them, Zhang Qiling said this last night, who are they referring to?How do you differ from them?Why does being different from them make this person want to see it?Wu Xie was very puzzled. After all, this is not a scene where the domineering president/tyrannical emperor/high-cold god fell in love with me. Unfortunately, when he was about to ask, Zhang Qiling blocked his mouth first: "You have a good rest, I go first."

A gust of wind blew outside the window, Wu Xie's eyes were dry and painful, he quickly closed his eyes to stop the tears from pouring out, the soft touch wiped away his tears, so light that he almost didn't feel it, when he opened his eyes again, Zhang Qiling had already gone.

The door of the ward was pushed open, and the doctor and nurse walked in: "Mr. Wu, are you feeling better?"

Wu Xie looked at these people, and at the curtains blown up by the wind, and couldn't help but guess at such an accurate coincidence: Could it be that he left to avoid these people?

Two days later, the weather became clear and warm, and Wu Xie's fever subsided, so he went for a walk in the hospital yard.People came and went in a hurry, and the children rolled happily on the lawn, while Wu Xie stood aside and watched silently.

"Brother Wu Xie!" The children found him and surrounded him in a swarm.Wu Xie has a good temper, looks good and is young, because he was a king of children before, so he is very good at how to treat bad children. The children like him very much, and the parents are very relieved of him.

After playing with the children for a while, Wu Xie suddenly saw a child standing alone, and walked over.

The child sensed someone approaching and turned to see who it was.

Wu Xie knew that this was a very well-behaved and smart child, and he never played petty temper willfully. He was hospitalized because of leukemia, and the family conditions were not good, so he could only drag it day by day, but he comforted the distressed parents that it was okay, just have another one.

Wu Xie knelt down and asked, "Why don't you go play with them?"

The child pulled his sleeve and pointed to the LED board in front of him and asked, "Brother Wu Xie, what is this word?"

Wu Xie looked up and saw that the word pointed by the little finger was the word "death".

"You're going to die."

Wu Xie felt extremely angry. I really don't know who likes to make this kind of joke. If it was a joke with himself, he might not be so hard to accept, but with a child who has leukemia but has no money for treatment...

Pulling the child and was about to turn around and leave, someone behind him suddenly called him: "Wu Xie."

Wu Xie turned her head and saw that Zhang Qiling seemed to be isolated from the world, standing in the crowd without feeling blocked by anyone, so conspicuous and abrupt.Wu Xie stood up holding the child's hand, smiling and preparing to go up to him: "Brother? Why are you..."

"Boom!" Wu Xie's smile froze on his face and then gradually turned into panic. The moment he turned around, he seemed to see a black shadow descending from the sky, rubbing his body and falling, and the little hand he was holding suddenly fell from his hand. Pulling it down, the warm liquid splashed on his legs, which were slightly rolled up for easier movement.The people around looked at him, panicked, wanted to pull him away but didn't dare to go forward, the woman's sharp screams fluctuated from far to near, Wu Xie felt a little dizzy.

He forced himself to turn his head stiffly, before he moved much, a hand blocked his sight, Zhang Qiling said softly: "Don't look."

"Little... brother... child... I..." Wu Xie's voice seemed to be squeezed out of his throat, incoherent, but he still mustered up the courage to move Zhang Qiling's hand away.

But Zhang Qiling insisted, and said again: "Wu Xie, don't look."

Wu Xie finally let go of his hand dejectedly, he really didn't have the courage to face the scene he might see, the dropped hand fell into the other hand, and someone gently led him away from this place.

"Wu Xie!" The fat man ran from a distance and shouted anxiously. Wu Xie turned his head when he heard his voice. Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the place where he was standing before. I don't know whose arms it fell into.