【Xingmo】My boyfriend is from the Ming Dynasty

A new day, a new morning.Mr. Xinghua pressed the alarm clock, and it was exactly 12:5 noon. Last night, he was the surgeon on the night shift and stood there for another [-] hours.So I didn't take a shower, stuck to the pillow and fell on the bed.

When he got up, showered, and opened the closet in his rustic boxer shorts, the 40-year-old man screamed and staggered to the ground.

There is a cosplayer in the closet!

--man!

Mr. Xinghua ran to the study in a panic and locked the door, and then dialed 110. Who knows if this pervert who entered the room and hid in the closet came to rob!

When the police arrived at the house, he remembered that he should wear pants.The policeman entered the bedroom one after the other, but the man was still lying motionless in the closet.

They dragged out the man in ancient costume, Mr. Xinghua checked his vital signs and found that he was alive.

"There are no signs of damage to the doors and windows." Two policemen carefully surveyed all the entrances of his house. "Mr. Underworld Doctor, are you sure he didn't come in through the main entrance? Hmm... have you lost your key these days?"

"No! I swear absolutely not!" Mr. Xinghua pointed to the cosplayer who was put on the bed, "This is him!"

"I slept very deeply last night... Oh, comrade policeman, I live alone. It's possible that I'm too tired and didn't close the doors and windows..." Mr. Xinghua had just finished taking notes and was about to go back to work. He made a phone call and stopped him at the gate of the police station. "The suspect who was given a bottle in the hospital woke up. He seemed to have some mental problems and couldn't speak clearly."

"So? Comrade police, you don't want me to let it go, do you?"

"Listen to me first. We asked him if he had any family members. He shook his head, but said your name again."

What does it matter to him?The head nurse was about to report that the patient was getting ready for the operation, but saw the chief surgeon rushing in the opposite direction.Mr. Xinghua came to the ward and greeted the police, opened the door, and the coser lying on the bed was looking at the whole ward with novel eyes.Then he moved his left hand, which was being handcuffed on the railing of the hospital bed, and asked, "Xinghua, why did they lock me up?"

Mr. Xinghua raised his eyebrows, what is "Xinghua" called?Then he rolled his eyes and said viciously, "Add that word to me! The clock tells us that we still have 3 minutes to talk. Who are you? What are you doing in my closet? I don't know you."

"Oh." Mo Cangli looked up at the bright white ceiling, within 30 seconds after he opened his eyes, he easily accepted the fact that he was dead, but traveled to a different world.The blue-clothed person standing beside him is not a bull-headed horse-faced person, but a public official similar to a government servant.They firmly felt that they were suspected of breaking into houses and stealing property.And the victim was none other than his good friend Xinghua Jun who was stabbed by him with a sword but said that he was willing to be sacrificed by him.

The cold rain that day and his warm blood pierced his heart like needles.

"Hello!" After waiting for a long time, the person didn't respond, and the time was about to come, Mr. Xinghua got up from the chair decisively, "Really, you just stay here for now!"

The police did not find any record of his identity. The man with long matcha-colored hair sitting in the ward seemed to have appeared out of nowhere, which made them a little puzzled.

The little policeman's thoughts were far-fetched: "Tell me, he must not have really traveled from ancient times."

"Superstitious thoughts are bad. What do we do with this person? You can't send him to a shelter, and you can't repatriate him."

Mo Cangli heard their whispers, but the volume was not so "quiet".

"And asked him how he came here. He said that after he died, he opened his eyes and was in the doctor's closet. This...how does it look like a psychopath!"

"Oh, the mentally ill can't be detained. Doesn't he know the owner?"

Mr. Xinghua came out of the operation and saw the coser sitting in the waiting hall, wearing a hospital gown and slippers. "Why are you still here?"

"I asked them to let me go."

"Then? They did?"

"Well. According to the axioms of your world, without evidence, you cannot be convicted."

This coser is really dedicated, and the role-playing is deep in my heart. "By the way, you're not too young, right? What is your world, where the second illness has not been cured yet? I can register for you in the psychiatric department on the 12th floor of our outpatient building."

"Xinghua, I don't have any problems."

"Cough! Don't call me Xinghua. I don't care whether you are mentally ill or not, and it doesn't matter if you say it." Mr. Xinghua turned around angrily, and found that Mo Cangli was using a nasty Looking at himself. "Why?" He groaned.The man sighed and said, "You're all right, I'm very happy."

The checklist showed that there was really nothing wrong with him.Mr. Xinghua didn't believe it, so he put on his glasses and read it again.

After finishing the MRI, Mo Cangli walked out weakly. The iron box was cold and he didn't know what it was. He could only obey the doctor's advice and stay still.In an instant, he realized that in the eyes of Mr. Xinghua in this world, he was really just a stranger.

He was involved in the torrent of excessive information and could not return.

He sat in the waiting chair, accepted the fact that the most familiar person was farthest from him, and he soon realized that he would return to a state of being alone again.Mo Cangli made a final request to Mr. Xinghua, "I said before, I'm not crazy. Xinghua, I want to go home."

"I have nowhere to go. If you don't allow me, I can only kill myself."

Mr. Xinghua took a few steps back in fright, but the look in the man's eyes was neither sad nor joking, but rather a statement.Just as he was about to call the security guard, he was suddenly grabbed by the sleeve, "You are a doctor, you shouldn't even abandon me."

In this way, Xinghuajun has an extra sofa tenant.

"Do you know who wants to give money!" Mr. Xinghua emphasized repeatedly.

Xinghuajun's house is a small apartment for a bachelor, and there is no room for him to live in.Mo Cangli sat on the sofa, as if he had become interested in the TV in front of him.

Xinghuajun turned on the TV, and the sudden sound and picture made Mo Cangli's pupils shrink. "The black stage, what mechanism is there to allow the villain to act in it?" He pointed to the TV and asked.

This person acted like an ancient person so much. "It's called TV, do you understand?" Mr. Xinghua cooperated, "Which dynasty did you come from?"

Mo Cangli clenched his fingers, "Jiajing Dynasty, I was born in the fifth year of Jiajing, what year is it now?"

"Dead early in the morning!" Mr. Xinghua handed over the desk calendar, "Look for yourself."

"More than 500 years?"

"That's right, it's been more than 500 years. Well, I won't be acting with you anymore. You can watch TV slowly." Xinghua Jun said, then turned and walked into the study.

It's like Lanke is returning home... Mo Cangli stared at the TV for a long time.On it is showing the scene of Sun Wukong's birth from the foot of Wuzhi Mountain.I think he has also read some of the story books, which were popularly told by storytellers in teahouses and restaurants 500 years ago.After more than 500 years, this story is still popular.He couldn't help but be delighted to catch a little familiarity.

Mr. Xinghua went back to the study and did it quietly for a while.

Without an ID card and unable to find household registration information, he said that he was homeless and was born in Jiajing, and he had never even used the TV.The man looked good, with a clean face, and he didn't look like a tramp at all.If homeless people eat and drink, the lies they make up for this purpose are too seamless... how can ordinary people say that they are from the Jiajing period?It doesn't all say what the direction is.

He ran through his hair, marveling at the fleeting thought of approval.He dug out the business card in the drawer and made a call.

It seems that although Mo Cangli doesn't know how to use any modern electrical appliances, he immediately figured out the key information of the TV remote control.Mr. Xinghua didn't have time to tell him how to use the electrical appliances in his home one by one, so he took out a large box of instructions and handed them to him.Mo Cangli didn't know much about the above text, after all some proper nouns were not within the scope of Ming Dynasty people's knowledge.So when he took a cold shower in winter and caught a cold, Mr. Xinghua said helplessly, "You have to turn on this first, the gas valve. Otherwise, the water heater won't ignite."

"It's not written in this book."

"That's because the specific installation method is different. Look, it looks like this..." Xinghua Jun reached out to test the water temperature, "If you don't like showering, you can fill the bathtub."

"Thank you."

"Hey..." Mr. Xinghua hesitated suddenly, "You looked like you knew me before, did we... know each other? I also traveled through the Ming Dynasty? But I don't remember..."

"I have a friend who looks like you. But I know you are not him."

"Story of a stand-in? It's so clichéd."

For the past three days, Mo Cangli has been wearing the same hospital gown.The clothes had turned white from washing, and they were old and loosely covering the man's slender limbs.What should this person be in the Ming Dynasty?Look at the gloom in his brows and eyes, is it a scholar who has studied hard for many years and still has no way out?It wasn't until Mo Cangli made a sound that he realized that he was distracted by staring at people.

The knocking sound from the study room, like a mouse gnawing something, is full of rhythm.Mo Cangli sat up and turned on the TV.He has to learn more about the world, he thought.

Wuying Jinsuo: [Picture] is the time traveler I mentioned earlier

Treat people with sincerity Mr. Wen: Hey, yes, did you get it?

Xinghua tapped the computer keyboard excitedly.

Wuying Jinshuo: Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!I said it was just a suspicion before, but now I'm sure he's really... at least not from this era!

Treat people with sincerity Mr. Wen: Oh?do you know?Mr. Xinghua, in the eyes of others, they will think that you have a brain problem.

Wuying Jinsuo: Otherwise, why would I seek you?I know that you left the hospital just to set up your own secret laboratory, you can check it out for me, and I will charge you the money.

Treat people with sincerity Mr. Wen: How can I check for you?No clue.besides

Treat people with sincerity Mr. Wen: You really didn't sleep with him?I remember you didn't like this one before?

Xinghuajun turned off the power with a dark face.