After I became A Piao, I found out that my best friend had a crush on me

On the way to the hospital, Meng Yue remained quiet, sitting where he was and listening to his parents and Ying Ze talking.

In his memory, his father was gentle.Although he is a bit of a literati, he is very comfortable at home and especially likes to delve into various new dishes.It’s just that after so many years, the craftsmanship has not improved, and Meng Yue’s "flash of inspiration" in the handling of ingredients often makes Meng Yue complain. Fortunately, Ms. Cen will help to clean up.

When Meng Yue was a child, Ms. Cen was only a lecturer in the school.She taught a lot of classes, and had to find time to write papers and submit articles to journals.This is the case with domestic colleges and universities. Educational background is one threshold, and the number of published articles is the second.Without these, no matter how good the teaching work is, they cannot be promoted.

During that time, Meng Yingzhe took the initiative to take care of the housework, especially the dinner for Meng Yue's children.Mengyue people are not as high as a stove, so they move a small bench and sit outside the kitchen every day, watching Meng Yingzhe wash and chop vegetables.I was very happy to meet someone I knew, and vaguely felt that dinner tonight should be delicious.When you meet someone you don't know, you have to be on tenterhooks, for fear that your father will have a whim again.Later, when the guess was confirmed, the little boy Mengyue had no choice but to hold a bowl of rice and pull it bitterly, thinking that when his mother came back, he would "complain" to her.

At that time, Meng Yingzhe was in his early thirties, and Cen Lizhu was only in her 20s. She was still a well-known fashionable girl among her classmates and friends.When others see them, they always say that they are talented and beautiful.

But at this moment, Meng Yue took a closer look at his parents' faces from the rearview mirror, unexpectedly and naturally, he found that Cen Lizhu didn't even wear makeup.

When this thought hit his mind, his heart seemed to be held by an invisible hand, and it was sore.He didn't know what other families were like, what other mothers were like.But in Meng Yue's memory, his mother, Ms. Cen, is always delicate and elegant. At the age of 50, she is still a fairy and a princess.But now so haggard.

Meng Yue had an urge: Take out the computer now and tell parents that he is still alive and conscious!

Thoughts popped up, and I happened to hear Ying Ze speak.With a steady voice, he said: "Meng Yue's indexes have always been very good, and the doctors said that this is the most stable patient they have ever seen."

Meng Yingzhe sighed: "It's the nurse you hired. Massage him every day to prevent his muscles from shrinking."

Hearing this, Meng Yue felt depressed.

He is in good health.Parents are taking care of her, and Ying Ze is taking care of her.They are all so concerned about Meng Yue, so he should have confidence in himself.

Meng Yue thought: No way, at least wait until after the hospital and try it first.

His home is very close to the hospital, only five or six minutes by car, and he arrives in a blink of an eye.

At the entrance of the hospital, the Meng couple got out of the car first, and Ying Ze went to the parking lot alone.

There was some congestion during the period, and the cars that had to enter the parking lot lined up in a long queue.While waiting, Ying Ze lowered the window, took out the cigarette case, and lit one.

There was a bit of melancholy between his brows, which did not detract from his handsome face.Taking a puff of the cigarette at his fingertips, he was stunned for a moment.

no taste.

Ying Ze turned his head to look at the empty seat next to him, and asked, "Meng Yue? Are you still there?"

Although it was an interrogative sentence, the voice was firm.

After he asked, the computer floated up in the passenger seat.The screen lit up, and there was an extra line on the notepad: Give me one.

Ying Ze frowned slightly, and closed the car window first, lest others see this supernatural scene.He bit the cigarette between his fingers, and took out a new one from the cigarette case to light it.

Meng Yue typed: I'll just come and get it.

Ying Ze thought of the dishcloth in the kitchen before, and doubted again: "How to do it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was an extra line on the notepad: let go.

Ying Ze paused, let go of the fingers holding the cigarette butt, and watched the cigarette float aside.

Meng Yue leaned on the back of the chair, obviously unable to inhale directly, but he still imitated his previous posture, swallowing clouds and mist.

Well, clouds can be swallowed and inhaled into the nose.Can't spit out the fog.

The car restarted, but only advanced a short distance before stopping again.

Meng Yue typing: I'm a little scared.

Ying Ze saw it and said softly, "You're still afraid."

His eyes are gentle.When Meng Yue looked at Shang Yingze, he felt an indescribable love in his eyes.

Meng Yue froze for a moment, thinking it was his hallucination.He is a few months older than Ying Ze, although Ying Ze doesn't recognize Meng Yue as "brother"... well, but they are classmates, they are friends of the same generation, and they are close friends who have the same spirit.This is all as it should be, but how can there be "favor"?

Must be wrong.

Ying Ze didn't know about Meng Yue's mental activities, and didn't even know that Meng Yue was carefully watching his expression.He took another puff of the cigarette, and the mist of burning tobacco passed through his lungs and was exhaled, a cloud of white mist gradually dispersed in front of Ying Ze's eyes.

He said in his mouth: "Always try."

Meng Yue: I'm afraid I can't.What to do next, I have no idea.

Ying Ze saw it in his eyes, and his eyebrows furrowed slightly.

Meng Yue's analysis: I seem to have become timid, afraid of losing control.

Ying Ze said softly, "Why is this happening?"

Meng Yue typed: I didn't tell you before, I still remember some other things.

Next, Meng Yue roughly described the picture he thought of when he recalled "how the car accident happened" yesterday.I stayed in the car and was hit to death, just like getting out of the car and walking on the sidewalk.Final summary: too real, as if it really happened.

No wonder he has lingering fears and hesitates before taking risks.

Ying Ze was confused when he saw the long string of text on the screen, and asked after deliberation, "What do you think is the problem?"

This is a straight question.

He admitted that "maybe there was something wrong with Meng Yue's car accident", but he didn't know the direction of inspection.

Ying Ze then said: "At that time, I thought about whether someone wanted to create an accident and steal the bill you were talking about. It's just that there was a mistake in the process, and the psychological quality of the recruited person was too poor. It crashed directly, so you were injured so badly. But the police have checked the account of the driver who caused the accident and the call records in recent months, and there is no suspicious sign at all."

Meng Yue was surprised, he didn't expect Ying Ze to think about this aspect.

Ying Ze continued: "The only thing worth noting is that for a period of time at the beginning of the year, that person always liked to go to various temples and Taoist temples to worship. But he didn't go to the point of becoming obsessed. He went every now and then to donate some incense money. Oh, I have also been to Tianwenguan.”

Meng Yue typed: What about your uncle?

Ying Ze's uncle became a monk in his early years and practiced in a Taoist temple outside the city, and now he is the master of the temple.

Ying Ze: "Yes. After the police found out about this, I went to talk to my uncle. But he said that he had no impression of that man."

Meng Yue: It's also normal.

How many people does the Taoist temple receive in a day, and the driver who caused the accident was not a person who donated hundreds of thousands of incense sticks at a time. It is strange that Uncle Ying Ze has an impression of him.

Ying Ze: "Yes. So after a round of investigation, the police felt that it was just an ordinary traffic accident. You are out of luck."

After saying this, the car started up again.This time, I drove a long way forward and finally entered the parking lot.

Ying Ze walked around slowly, trying to find a vacant seat.He didn't expect that Meng Yue was always looking at him.

Seeing his friend's tightly pursed lips and tight jaw line, Meng Yue felt that Ying Ze should be very unhappy.

Meng Yue was lying on the hospital bed uncertain of life or death, and the Meng family couple saw getting older.But all of this is just because of "bad luck".

Hitting a broken driver forced Meng Yuehao's life to turn in another direction.

Ying Ze couldn't accept it.In the past three months, he lost a lot of weight and his mental state was also very poor.While forcing himself to work, he also had to take care of the Meng family's parents. In addition, he also took care of the trial of the driver who caused the accident. He was multi-tasking, but he couldn't take care of himself.

Meng Yue felt that he should comfort Ying Ze.But his fingers swayed on the keyboard, and he felt too pale when he typed the opening sentence a few times.

If he still has a body and can move freely, then perhaps he should give Ying Ze a brotherly hug at this moment.In any case, Ying Ze meant enough to him, he was someone worthy of a lifelong friendship.But right now, I can't even make Ying Ze feel less sad.

He finally typed a sentence: It will be fine.

At the same time, Ying Ze's cell phone rang.Meng Yue didn't turn the computer screen directly to Ying Ze, but waited for the other party to finish talking on the phone.

The person who called was Ms. Hu, and her tone was very urgent. It seemed that there was something wrong with Cazenove's production line.

Ying Ze listened, his expression slowly became serious, and the previous fragility quickly dissipated into nothingness.He said quickly, "I'll be there right away."

After hanging up the phone, Ying Ze squeezed his hands on the steering wheel, as if trying to sort out his emotions.After a while, he said, "Meng Yue, I have to go to the factory. Your ward is on the fifteenth floor of Building C, Room 32, remember?"

A line floated out on the notepad: Remember.

Ying Ze looked at it, moved his eyes slightly, and saw Meng Yue's previous words.

He seemed to smile, but the smile was too short.

The computer wobbled down and landed on the chair.

After a while, Ying Ze called tentatively, "Meng Yue?"

No one responded.

Ying Ze turned his face away and took a deep breath.

He muttered to himself, "What the hell am I thinking?"

Ying Ze picked up his phone again and called Meng Yue's parents, saying that there was a temporary situation at the company and he had to rush there.

On the other end, Meng Yingzhe was stunned and said, "Okay, work is important."

When the phone was hung up, Cen Lizhu asked aside, "Who is it?"

Meng Yingzhe sorted out his mood, and replied softly: "It's Ozawa. It is said that Jiacheng has a problem, and his subordinates can't handle it, so he has to make a decision. Judging from his tone, he seems to be in a hurry."

Cen Lizhu frowned: "That's it."

Meng Yingzhe sat down beside her, held his wife's hand, and said softly, "Didn't you take care of all the fish when we went out? It's okay, Ozawa said, and he will ask the driver to take us back later." ... I originally wanted to reject him, so I wouldn't bother him. But then I thought about it, that kid Ozawa is busy all day long, and never has time to eat. How many times have we just bumped into each other? Our brat I’ve said this before. Now that he’s lying down, and Xiao Ze is busy, we have to do the logistics for him. I thought, let’s invite Xiao Zhang to have a simple lunch together later. Would you like to After the fish is cooked, please ask Xiao Zhang to bring the lunch box to Xiao Ze, isn’t that all work? If it’s not possible, I’ll go with you, and you can rest at home.”

Cen Lizhu sighed: "Alright."

In front of them was Meng Yue lying motionless on the bed with various instruments hanging on his body.

……body of.

And Meng Yue himself, sitting on the bed at the moment, tried to lie down and get up again and again.He adjusted his posture and tried his best to make every detail of his movements the same as his body.It's a pity that after tossing like this for a long time, he was still rejected by his body.

When he finally admitted this, Meng Yue wasn't even disappointed.

Yes, there is no such simple and cheap thing.

He got out of bed and walked to the window, staring at the potted plants on it, trying to adjust his emotions.

My family has a good family background, but it has not reached the point where I can stay in the VIP ward for a long time.Ying Ze could afford the money, but obviously, Meng Yingzhe and his wife would not nod.They know how to measure and know what it means to "support each other" and what it means to take advantage of Ying Ze.So Meng Yue was lying in the general ward, with a bed in the middle and other patients on both sides.

During the doctor's ward rounds, Meng Yue heard them tell another patient that patient No. 3 was in good physical condition and could be discharged and taken care of at home.

The family members of the 3-bed patients said: "Isn't the 2-bed index better than ours? They haven't been discharged, how can we get out."

A nurse said: "The beds in our hospital are quite tight, and many people want to come in."

The family member of the bed said: "What about the second bed? They leave, we will," after a pause, "...Think about it, should we leave." He didn't say anything to death.

The nurse stopped talking and sighed.

This is just a small episode.

Meng Yingzhe and his wife stayed in the ward all morning.They brought a lot of things. There was a children's book written by Meng Yingzhe when Meng Yue was a child, which was also the only children's book he published in his life. It was all stories he made up when Meng Yue was a child when he took care of his children.Later, my son reached the rebellious period, thinking about forming a band all day long.Meng Yingzhe didn't think this hobby was bad. When Meng Yue's brothers were forced to disperse and had to give up their "dream", he felt a little regretful.

It's just that in those few years, seeing the child grow up and get farther and farther away from me, the little Douding who always loves to be around me in memory has become extraordinarily cute.Meng Yingzhe felt that he was getting old, his memory was not good, and his pen was better.So one day I suddenly decided to record the nonsense I had made before.It was later assembled into a volume and published.

He sat beside Meng Yue's bed and read two stories slowly.Meng Yue lay on the bed without any reaction.Meng Yue himself stood aside, his eyes sore.

After Meng Yingzhe finished reading, Ms. Cen helped him tidy his hair and took out another booklet from the bag.

She smiled first.After going no make-up and aging a lot in the past three months, Ms Cen is finally looking a little 50.But the fine lines at the corners of her eyes are very gentle. Now she said: "Two days ago, some students talked about this joke. I thought it was quite interesting. I wondered if I should give it a try. Here it comes."

She opened the booklet and began to read.

The emotion on Meng Yue's face gradually turned into stiffness.

Ms. Cen continued to read.

Meng Yue's face was turning green.On the other hand, the family members of the two beds next to me showed envious expressions as they listened.One family said: "My brat can't write such a thing."

The other family said: "Do you even keep this? Sigh, I thought it was unnecessary before, but now that I think about it, we don't even think about it when our daughter can't get up." As they spoke, tears welled up in their eyes.

Meng Yue: "..."

He was very depressed, and thought: I don't know that this thing is still kept!

It turned out to be his composition when he was in elementary school.

Hearing the end, Meng Yue's heart was at peace.

After eleven o'clock, Meng Yingzhe and his wife stood up.Ms. Cen said softly: "Xiao Yue, we will come to see you tomorrow. Now that the case is over, there is plenty of time."

Meng Yingzhe also said: "Your mother has class tomorrow morning, and it will be in the afternoon. Please wait here."

The husband and wife supported each other and went downstairs to the hospital gate, and got into the car sent by Ying Ze.Meng Yingzhe and his wife didn't know that their son was sitting in the passenger seat.

Meng Yue's idea was to wait until home, after the driver left, to write a few words to show his existence.At that time, there will only be a family of three in the house, and it will be convenient for them to talk.Unlike when he was in the hospital, he was surrounded by people. If he dared to pick up a pen suddenly, he might have to suffer from Shanghai City Daily and "Approaching Science" tomorrow.

He thought well.However, after her parents and the driver Xiao Zhang finished their meal, Ms. Cen looked tired and went back to the house for an afternoon nap.Meng Yingzhe just got into Xiao Zhang's car as he said before, and he did what he said, and he wanted to send the squirrel fish made by his wife, plus a box of rice, to Yingze.

When they were discussing the food delivery, Meng Yue hadn't arrived at the ward yet.Faced with this situation, he was helpless, and at the same time he felt that his father's thinking was correct: at this point, there were emergencies to be dealt with, and Ying Ze must, must, have not eaten.

The situation in Yingze's family is complicated, if his parents can give Yingze a little care for his elders, Meng Yue will be happy to hear it.

He slowly settled down and prepared to wait for his father to come back before starting to write.

The author has something to say: *Smoking is harmful to health.

The reading composition is a joke I saw on Weibo two days ago. The meaning of this article is "Ms. Cen heard about this internet joke from the students".

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