【Xingmo】My boyfriend is from the Ming Dynasty

Early in the morning, Mo Cangli yawned and sent him out the door with messy hair.Someone was so happy that he almost opened his hands and danced.In fact, Mo Cangli didn't mean to reject him, they lived under the same roof and slept in the same bed, and he didn't believe anything he said.The more he thinks about it, the more certain Xinghua-jun is that he and that person are in an ambiguous period. When the atmosphere matures, it will be fine to pierce the window paper.

It was his turn to go out to the clinic today, but unfortunately he ran into an acquaintance.The one-eyed dragon saw that it was him, and was also taken aback. "What a coincidence? It's been a long time since you've come. Do you have company?"

This is the straight one-eyed guy who works as a bartender at the gay bar he frequents.This character can be regarded as a magical character, with bronze skin and a beard, and he is gay again, so he looks like a fierce one at first glance.It's no wonder that people often strike up a conversation with him, but Cyclops just rolled his eyelids and said "I'm straight." It broke the hearts of countless Xiao Ling.

What's even more amazing is that this straight man is still chasing an iron T.

"Ahem, it's working hours, let's talk later..." It's not that he deliberately embarrassed Cyclops, it's just that there are a lot of exclusive numbers for the clinic today.

"Oh." Cyclops rubbed his chest subconsciously, "Old problem, this place." He pointed to the position of the heart. "I used to always feel uncomfortable for no reason, but I didn't care."

"How long has it been?"

"In the past few years, the frequency of feeling uncomfortable is getting faster and faster. I'm busy with work."

Mr. Xinghua hung up the stethoscope, "Are you busy? The opening time of the bar is night again, what are you doing in broad daylight?" He frowned thickly and listened to the sound of his heart. To be honest, this expression made the patient jump with fear. "...Let's go for an ultrasound and CT first."

There are not many beds in the heart surgery department, and Cyclops had to go home and queue up for surgery.For this one of the few drinking buddies, he felt somewhat guilty.But Cyclops also expressed that he could understand.His disease is relatively rare, but at the age of 40, on the contrary, the excitement and nervousness of facing rare diseases when he was young, and he just thought about it——to be visited by trainee students again.

Mo Cang sat next to the mangrove tree and played with his IPAD within two doors of the gate. The voice of Happy Landlords rang out, accompanied by his soliloquy of fighting all over the world.

Mr. Xinghua was cooking in the kitchen, listening intently, and they were all ridiculed by "full of flaws", "overreaching", and "stupid to the point where I can't breathe".It seems that the people of the Ming Dynasty played very fascinated.

After a while, the sound of the Landlord's victory came from the living room, and the sound of that person's slippers was approaching slowly. Mr. Xinghua knew that he must have come to urge him, so he said without turning his head: "It will be fine soon, you can sit for a while."

Mo Cangli put down his love pie, "Do you want me to help?"

"Ah, good. Help me choose the vegetables."

This otaku of the Ming Dynasty who never left his house wore his original pajamas that had turned white from washing all day long.Mr. Xinghua watched his white hands soaked in cold water, rubbing the vegetables like washing clothes, the poor chlorophyll was soaked out in such a rough behavior.Xinghuajun stretched out his hand and pressed his hand. "Don't help, it's a waste of time."

"Well, I feel the same way."

"Speaking of which, don't you want to run a readers' salon? In the Central Book City, your editor came to talk about it many times, right?"

Showing up will be of great help to his own investigation, Mo Cangli nodded, "I haven't set a time yet. When are you free? I want you to go together."

Hearing this, Mr. Xinghua smiled happily. "Me? Okay, but..."

"I know, you're like an imperial doctor, you put on your coat as soon as your phone rings and you're about to leave."

"Sorry...I want to be with you too."

"You are my only friend." You can also help me hold back drinks if necessary.Mo Cangli hid the second half of the sentence under his tongue.

The only...friend.Xinghuajun almost burst into tears because of the word "unique", "What about me in Ming Dynasty? Is he also your only friend?" He stopped choosing vegetables and looked at Mo Cangli.

In a trance, the two shadows of 500 years ago and 500 years later overlapped and melted in the afternoon sun.He used to think that they were two completely different individuals, a Xinghuajun without Mo Cangli should have his own orbit and would not revolve around him anymore.

"You... have you ever liked him?" Mr. Xinghua asked again.

After these words came out, they turned into questioning, like a mace hitting his heart.Even a wise man does not know how to answer.Mo Cangli said: "You have asked this question before. I have also answered it."

Mr. Xinghua's voice trembled a little, "Then change the question, for example... have you ever liked me at all?"

This is yet another problem that ensues.As long as he has faced up to his own heart, he will not find it so difficult to answer this question.

All I think is that he can marry someone who loves him, have children, live a safe life, and be his good doctor.He could not utter a single word of such nobleness.

On the balcony next door, Qianxue Guming took down the binoculars at once, and blinked vigorously. "You're sick! Emperor Wen! What's the point of spying on these two nasty old men?"

"Huh? Who asked you to observe them, so I'll ask you, that Ming Dynasty man."

"That man from the Ming Dynasty just kissed our alumni."

"..." There was a hoarse voice on the phone for two seconds, "Oh, he looks a little repulsive, um... such a restrained person. It seems that Mr. Xinghua is very unusual to him. This Go back and watch it."

"Look? I always thought you were trying to pry into Xinghua-jun's wall."

"Yeah, I don't have the same taste as him. My friend has a lot of heart."

Qianxue Guming walked back into the room, "Let me tell you, that man from the Ming Dynasty is older than you and hasn't been out of the house for half a month, but I saw a fat man came twice with a briefcase .”

"Well, I remember that he is a writer. Recently there was news that he was going to hold a book signing? Have you read his book? Oh, I'm sorry." Wen Huang smiled softly, "I forgot that you get a headache when you read a book."

Qianxue Guming crossed his hips. His smart friends had a lot of problems, and he couldn't understand all kinds of magical operations. For example, he squatted for half a month just to see the people of the Ming Dynasty. , what are you doing?"

"Satisfy my curiosity. I didn't ask you to stare so carefully. It was you who wentssip."

"What what?" Qianxue Guming was anxious, "I don't gossip." The two were quiet for a while, Qianxue buttoned the leaves of the green plants, and fed into the microphone, "I recently contacted Zang A .”

"Well, then what?"

"What and then, how many years has it been between you two? You really don't plan to reconcile? You big man, don't worry about it so much." Qianxue's tone softened, he sincerely hoped that the two of him would get along well. Friends reconcile, otherwise he will be caught in the middle, and whoever has a good relationship with him will be a bit out of place.

"Hey, what's good for me alone? The prince is so whimsical."

"Hmph, this is obviously a question of whether you want it or not."

"Okay, okay, Swallow Die is going to eat apple paste again, if you still want to stay in the Central Plains, then you can live in whatever house you want." Emperor Wen didn't talk nonsense with him, and hung up the call.

Xinghuajun was in a hurry, and he was pushed all the way into the living room. "We, are we going too fast? In fact, you don't have to be so anxious. I'm not in a hurry anyway..."

"Don't move, squat down." Mo Cangli glanced at the direction of the kitchen, their kitchen faced south, and the transparent windows on all sides showed the whole kitchen at a glance.This is a 24-story building, and their movements can be easily observed from the opposite roof.Mo Cang's status as a rich man who has been away for many years makes him very sensitive to danger.

"It's a gun-like weapon." Mo Cangli thought for a while, "That's called a sniper rifle."

"Huh?!" Fear immediately dilutes Mr. Xinghua's joy, "You, you read it wrong! How could someone want to..."

"Maybe it's not you, it's me."

Mo Cangli looked at the ceiling-high tree in front of him, is there any reason why he must kill someone?If you want a tree, you can negotiate as much as you want, why kill people?

Unless, as Wen Huang said, he is an abnormal factor that needs to be cleared out.