reverse capture

"Mom... why are you... gray hair? Did my dad bully you? Or did the demolition brigade demolish our ancestral house and still not pay?"

"Fuck you, what nonsense! Your dad and I have been looking forward to you for eight years! You still blame your parents for their gray hair?"

Wei Ling raised his eyes again, and saw Wei Jun who was supporting Rong Lan by the side. He had also aged a lot like Rong Lan, and his eyes were full of earnestness that was lost and found again.

The heart sank suddenly.

Eight years... what happened?

Footsteps sounded in the corridor, and the little black frame ran in, "Professor Wen is here!"

All the white coats surrounding Wei Ling's bed stepped aside, and another slender figure walked in against the light.

Unlike other doctors, this guy was dressed in a black suit, with long legs striding forward, strong and neat.

When his face gradually became clear, Wei Ling opened his mouth halfway, stunned.

This person... Isn't he his roommate Wen Zhuo who is never late for class, sits upright in the study room after class, doesn't play scumbags, doesn't fight landlords, and doesn't eat the fireworks of the world?

But it's not the young Wen Zhuo with the proud and frosty bgm in Wei Ling's impression.

He has matured a lot, his facial features have a sense of strength like a chisel, but the lines of his eyes are beautiful, which softens his edges and corners and makes him a little more restrained.

More importantly... the eyes are still the same pair of eyes, and the nose is also the same nose...but Wei Ling finds the other party's very attractive no matter how he looks at it.

"Wen Zhuo... Are you eating too much collagen? Or..."

Or did you go for plastic surgery?

Before he finished speaking, Rong Lan covered his mouth.

"Silly boy! What nonsense are you talking about! It took eight years of painstaking efforts for Wen Zhuo to bring you back! If no one had Wen Zhuo... Your father and I would have died long ago to see you again!"

Wei Ling paused for a moment: "Mom... in front of outsiders, can you stop calling me... what?"

Silly boy?

Whose stupid cub can be the number one scholar in science?

Which idiot can answer a bunch of elementary physics questions in a white coat?

I am so old!No more crotch pants!

Don't call me "stupid" in front of other people!Especially in front of Wen Zhuo!

"Oh... I'm sorry, I'm sorry! You told Mom before not to call you 'baby' in front of outsiders. It's been too long and Mom forgot!"

...Stop talking!I beg you!

Wei Ling was interrupted by Rong Lan, but soon came back to his senses. He stared carefully at Wen Zhuo in front of him, feeling sour for no reason.

"Did you... have you practiced somewhere? This suit is so handsome..." Wei Ling sighed.

Wen Zhuo just stood there, looking at him with a deep, seemingly unwavering gaze.

But Wei Ling felt that wherever the other party looked, it became warm little by little, and the air was filled with a kind of anticipation that was extremely suppressed but strong enough to explode at any time.

A premonition of danger welled up in Wei Ling's heart.

I am a weak prey, and in front of me is a strong and good at trapping hunters.He quietly but forcefully controls everything here, from everyone's attitude to Wei Ling himself.

Wei Ling immediately turned his eyes sideways and averted his gaze.

"He wants everything from you."

These words suddenly appeared in Wei Ling's mind.

His heart was beating wildly.

At this moment, Wen Zhuo finally came over, pulled over the chair beside him, and sat down slowly.

"Well, Professor Wen, why don't you explain it to Wei Ling? He seems to have no problem with his logical thinking ability now, but it seems that he can't remember many things... It may be..."

Wen Zhuo, who had been silent all this time, said, "Retrospective amnesia, also known as reverse amnesia."

Wei Ling, who was lying on the bed, felt his heart tremble, and felt that Wen Zhuo's voice was like suddenly eating a bite of ice cream on a hot day, and his internal organs felt comfortable.

I am obviously afraid of him, but I still think his voice is nice.

The small black box next to it responded immediately: "That's right! After so many years of storage under extreme conditions, if there is no problem at all after waking up, then it is unscientific!"

What extreme conditions?

Wei Jun patted Rong Lan on the shoulder, helped her up, and walked out.

While walking, Rong Lan looked back at Wei Ling reluctantly.

Wei Ling narrowed his eyes and smiled at Rong Lan.

Rong Lan walked out of the ward and said, "Why is this child laughing heartlessly just like when he was a child..."

"Son, I don't want you to worry or feel sad."

When everyone in the ward left, Wei Ling became nervous for no reason.

Because Wen Zhuo, who was sitting next to him, had an aura different from his student days, and he heard those white coats call him "Professor Wen".

"That... haha... are you a professor? Stay in school to teach?"

Wei Ling subconsciously wanted to grasp the bed sheet tightly, but his fingers couldn't exert any strength.

Wen Zhuo said slowly, "Are you afraid of me?"

"No...no...it's just that you have become a professor, very dignified. I've always been afraid of professors."

"Don't be afraid."

These two words are very clear and powerful.

But Wei Ling felt that the other party was gentle and restrained, the aura that made him nervous just now seemed to have disappeared, and the person sitting in front of him was his former old classmate.

"Oh..." Wei Ling lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Zhuo's neck with a work card, which was transparent and seemed to have a chip inside, which was very different from the student card printed by the school for 1 yuan.

There are also a few lines of small words with a metallic luster on it:

Professor of United University of Science and Technology

(Senior Engineer)

温酌

It seems that this old classmate is doing very well, and he is a leader in the academic world.

Just what kind of university is the United University of Science and Technology?

How has he never heard of it?

It is estimated that it was the newly established university when he was in a coma?How long has he been in a coma?

A wild person like myself, who can't settle down to write papers and do experiments, can't get involved in academia.

In Wei Ling's mind, when the "Academic School" little angel and the "Ye Luzi" little devil were fighting each other, a hand reached out and tapped Wei Ling's forehead lightly.

As if getting an electric shock, Wei Ling suddenly raised his eyes and his shoulders trembled.

"you you……"

Wei Ling remembered that Wen Zhuo hated skin contact, and sometimes if he accidentally touched him in the dormitory, this guy would suddenly avoid him, and then look at him coldly and warily.

It was only later that Wei Ling found out that Wen Zhuo's reaction was related to his father who had been drinking and beating his wife and children for a long time, just like suffering from PTSD (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder).

So if someone said Wen Zhuo was bad behind his back, Wei Ling would warn him very seriously.

As time passed, the other students got used to Wen Zhuo's indifference.

But such a guy just tapped his forehead with his finger?

Wei Ling stared at Wen Zhuo, waiting for him to take out something like disinfectant wipes from his pocket, but Wen Zhuo leaned over, put his palm between the hospital bed and Wei Ling's back, and lifted him up.

"What are you thinking about?" His voice was right next to Wei Ling's ear, with a gentle breath.

The pillow was placed on Wei Ling's back, and he could finally sit up!

Wen Zhuo was the only one who noticed that he was suffering after lying down for so long.

"I'm thinking... How many days have I not washed my face... It's very oily..."

"I wiped my face at eight o'clock this morning." Wen Zhuo replied.

His voice is as cold as his person. Wei Ling didn't like him a little when he first started school, but after listening to it for a long time, he still feels refreshed.

When taking the CET-[-] and CET-[-] exams, Wei Ling would deliberately ask Wen Zhuo how to pronounce words, just to listen to his English pronunciation, which had a Gothic ethereal feel.

However, now Wen Zhuo's tone is very gentle,...very gentle.

God, Wei Ling, don't you want to live?How could you feel gentle and gentle?And feel so more than once!

The first time I saw him after waking up, I was a little scared of him!

"You... how do you know that I wiped my face at eight o'clock in the morning? My mother told you?"

Wei Ling laughed, trying to ease the awkward atmosphere.

"I wiped it for you."

As soon as Wen Zhuo finished speaking, Wei Ling coughed, choking him to tears, and his lungs almost spewed out of his throat.

"You...what did you say? You helped me... I wiped..." Wei Ling's tongue was so shocked that it froze.

"Yeah." Wen Zhuo nodded.

"Oh……"

Wei Ling lowered his eyes again, thinking that the psychiatrist is really awesome now, he can cure Wen Zhuo's cleanliness and contact phobia... the Nobel Prize should be awarded!

"Do you have any questions you want to ask me?" Wen Zhuo asked.

"...Question... Yes, what happened to me? Why can't I move? Is it paralyzed? Why is it like this?"

Wei Ling looked at Wen Zhuo, and other people came to explain to Wei Ling, who might be confused and confused, but if it was Wen Zhuo, he would definitely use the most concise language and the most logical organization to make Wei Ling understand in the shortest possible time. Find out what happened.

"Do you remember that I had leukemia?" Wen Zhuo asked.

"Ah? I remember! You are still alive after so many years, have you recovered from your illness?"

"Then do you remember that you donated the bone marrow to me?" Wen Zhuo said again.

Wei Ling stood there stupefied, completely stupefied, and asked after a long time, "Could it...could it be...that the doctor made a mistake when taking the bone marrow...and made me...completely paralyzed?"

Completely cold from heart to bone.

"If that's the case, don't you regret saving me later?"

Wen Zhuo asked indifferently, just like asking him "do you regret giving me a dollar to take the bus"?

If it was someone else, it might have blown up.

If I were really paralyzed because of you, would you still be so calm?

But Wei Ling still remembered that before he donated bone marrow to Wen Zhuo, he had nightmares for several days, and paralysis was only a very down-to-earth part of his nightmares.

After a few seconds, he narrowed his eyes.

Wenzhuo is not the kind of person who will ask the other person and not regret it, it is as boring as asking "Have you loved me before" after breaking up.

Although the method of bone marrow donation back then was to draw bone marrow blood, it was not that risky at all.

Wei Ling felt from the attitude of the other party that he was not paralyzed, and he could feel the thickness of the quilt on his body, as if his fingers outside the quilt could be lifted at any time.

And since he was a child, his premonition is more accurate than a girl who finds out that her boyfriend is cheating.

"Then... have you recovered?" Wei Ling asked.

"Healed."

"Then... how about your salary now?"

"It's very high."

"Then... will you support me?"

This is the most crucial question.

If the young master is really paralyzed because of you, you must support me!Not only do they have to support me, but they also have to support my parents until their death!

Wen Zhuo looked at him with that deep gaze that Wei Ling couldn't understand.

"I've lived until now just to support you."

The author has something to say: Wei Ling: You wiped my face, and did you wipe other places?

Wen Zhuo: Yes.

Wei Ling: Then...where is it?

Wen Zhuo: Yes.

Wei Ling: I suddenly feel that I don't have the courage to live...

Wen Zhuo: Do ​​you have the courage to marry me?