The ward was dark. The person who had been lying on the bed quietly suddenly opened his eyes, but he didn't feel half sleepy. Anjie turned his head slightly, Mo Cong's head tilted to one side, and he fell asleep.

He doesn't know whether Mo Cong is guilty or unwilling to go home to face Xiaojin. These days, he has been in the hospital with her. Anjie had to admit that the young man was very touching when he was careful. Even the nurses in the hospital knew that he had a close escort, which saved the hospital a lot of things.

Anjie sat up carefully from the bed, pulled out the needle on the back of his hand, and the blood suddenly flowed back. He shrugged his nose and made a gloomy face. The infusion is so bad that the back of the hand is almost tied into a sieve. When Anjie stood up, he was a little fierce. The wound on his lower abdomen protested. He frowned, sighed and took a rest. After a while, he pulled up Mo Cong's quilt, which was fast back to his waist. Then he looked at the glass stained with milk on the head of his bed and gave a smile.

Turn around and get out of the ward.

It's not easy to put this son of a bitch down.

Anjie is very depressed. Sometimes he has to agree with the drunk snake. Mo Cong is born to have more heart than others. He is born to be a different one standing in the crowd. These days, Anjie gets along with each other day. He takes care of Anjie so closely. For several days, he doesn't catch the chance to do it.

Finally, taking advantage of the opportunity to go out for a walk during the day, Mo Cong asked song Chang'an to call him out for a while. Then he got some medicine and put it in his milk. Anyway, thanks to he Jingming, this dose can't help him. Then Anjie took a couple of drinks, and he felt fishy and gave it to Mo Cong. well, what he's dreaming about now is the result of his efforts.

Anjie felt it out of the ward. His feet were as light as some kind of cat. He couldn't see his face clearly in the dark. He didn't look like the man who had just been seriously injured lying on the bed. The little nurse on duty was probably too tired. She supported her chin with one hand and pecked at her little by little. Anjie looked at her and couldn't help bending her eyes happily to thank her for letting her go unconsciously.

The subtle wind swept past her face. The little nurse seemed to be surprised. She opened her sleepy eyes and looked around in confusion. There was nothing. So she stretched, yawned, gave up the fight with sleep, and directly lay on the table, decided to go slow for a while.

It's still cold at night, especially for people who have just lost a lot of blood. Anjie tightens her collar, waves for a taxi, thinks about it and reports a place name. The driver looked at him strangely and started the engine unwillingly: "I'm going home too. At last, I'll do some work. You're too far away. Young man, what do you do when you go to school in the middle of the night?"

"When my professor was in hospital, I suddenly remembered that I had left something in the Research Institute and asked me to bring it back." Anjie said with a smile.

The driver glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "do you have professors like this? What time is it? Do you still let students run outside? What a big thing to say tomorrow? "

Anjie shrugged, expressing helplessness.

With great sympathy, the driver quickly pulled Anjie to the place. Before getting off the bus, he asked, "how long have you been in? Or I'll wait for you outside and send you back? You see, it's so late, the place is too late, and it's not easy to take a taxi. "

Anjie was stunned. He didn't expect to be helped when he came out to do something bad. He held the door with one hand and bent down slightly: "master, don't you go home so late?"

"Cough! I'm half old man. Who can check my room if I go back later? It's not that you don't pay for the car in such a long way. It's convenient for me to earn more money. Who can't get along with the money? "

An Jie smiles. He looks up at a quiet campus and shakes his head a little erratically: "come on, you'd better go first. I don't know where the professor put his things. Maybe he can find the monkey years and horses. Don't delay you later."

"No, you don't have to." The driver waved his hand carelessly. Anjie closed the car door and watched him walk away.

In this city, some people go out early and come back late, some work hard, some live to support their families, some live for their life ideals, some are great, and some are ordinary - but they are all people who stand in the sun during the day and follow the rules of this world and society.

It may be hard to live, but steady. Happiness or misfortune, and even the difficult book that every family has, are also enviable.

When young, few people like this kind of life, because the Philistine, trivial, those young people, always feel that firewood and salt will destroy people's talent and light things, they disdain these, hormones bring their rebellion, so that they are not even willing to believe in social mainstream morality and values.

What is good? Ten years ago, Anjie would say that no matter whether it is successful or not, it will be peaceful. Fame is not important. Money is a bastard. Only the power in hand can be grasped. It is the good thing that can protect the people you want to protect and accomplish the things you want to accomplish

Ten years later, Anjie suddenly understood Mulian's words. To be a kind person, only a kind person can get happiness, but it's too late.

No matter how well you play, you can't get on the stage. Even if you stomp your feet, the whole country will be shocked. You can't change your identity. It's a rat in the gutter, and you can't get on the stage.

He who is good at sword will die by sword“ The word "society" is preceded by the word "black", which clearly distinguishes some people from the category of "people" in the mass society. This is a road that most panting animals hate and fear.

Anjie thought that "drag" was a curse.

He walked most of the way around the outside of the school, turned over from the fence, touched the place of the history department's Research Institute with the map he had just checked, climbed up the unclosed window in the corridor on the third floor and got in. When he jumped down from the window sill, he was slightly involved in the injury, and a cold sweat immediately came down. Anjie leaned against the window, and it took a long time for him to breathe. Mo Jin, the smelly girl, has not achieved enough, but has lost more.

When he recovered a little bit, he felt along the corridor, the outermost office on the top floor... Sunny, sunny

Anjie took a piece of wire from his pocket, put it through the keyhole and poked it a few times. Then there was a light sound, and Agilent was stunned. Unexpectedly, the locks in the history building were so historical, and there was no technical content at all.

He carefully pushed the door open, leaned against the door, carefully looked at the situation in the room, and then went in.

The office looks like a mess. It's more desolate than the village where the Japanese "three lights" have passed. There is a layer of dust on the desk and small cabinet. Anjie bends down, picks up a thin book from the ground, brushes the dust off it with his hand, and flattens the rolled up corners. He looks at the three words "Mo Yannan" on the title page by moonlight, It is the content of the old professor's lesson preparation. The words are clean, neat and meticulous.

It seems that this is the other side of the search of the remaining things, feel no value, conveniently to throw on the ground. Anjie sighed and carefully put away his textbooks. Lao Mo is the "No. 6" in his mouth. It sounds like the name of an experimental object. Anjie feels a sense of disobedience.

Until now, when I think of the old professor, who was shrinking and cowardly but insisted on justice, I can remember. Why was there such a person around Li?

What are you keeping it for? Be a mascot?

A man who can be looked down upon by his son for so many years, what's in him that Li attaches importance to? Even if... People are dead and turn their offices into this?

Anjie reached out and slowly felt for the edge and top of the cabinet which was also pried open and turned upside down. For a whole circle, there was no protruding or concave place - that is, there was no strange German iris. He looked at the few things left in the cupboard with some doubts, most of which were obscure and useless to the layman.

Anjie hesitated for a moment, then moved away and turned to other places.

All of a sudden, he suddenly turned his head, frowning and staring at the cabinet, freeing up the contents and taking out a key from his coat pocket. The key ring is a very small flashlight, and the light emitted by pressing it is like a child's toy... It's still a toy with no electricity.

Anjie dumped the thing twice and searched the cabinet carefully by the faint light. Some places were very old, even a little moldy. Anjie's eyes didn't blink. Suddenly, he saw a little unnatural paint in an inconspicuous corner. He gently scraped it with the key, The lacquer fell off easily, showing the background color.

Anjie's whole body lies in the cupboard, scraping off the extra paint skin bit by bit, and gradually revealing an old background color - an iris flower.

He stared at the iris for a long time. Suddenly, the door was pushed open from the outside. Anjie responded immediately, put out the flashlight and hid behind the cabinet.

The man stood at the door for a long time and didn't move. Anjie's eyebrows wrinkled more and more tightly, and his palms slowly soaked with sweat... It seemed that there was such a bad feeling, such a feeling of facing danger.

Who is the person who is coming?

The man seemed to have a low smile and pressed something on his hand. Anjie's hearing told him that the other party seemed to have put a tape. After the hoarse rewind sound passed, a low, sharp voice sounded like a metal collision, and Anjie's cold hair stood up in vain.

"I wonder how long it will take you to find it, Yin Hu. You are nearly a week later than I expected. I'm really disappointed."

The voice is different, but the tone is... It's the man, R. Lee. Anjie's eyes are wide open. This person's influence on him is still huge.

"We haven't seen each other for more than ten years, have we? Yin Hu, to tell you the truth, if there is such a person in the world that I don't want to hurt, it's definitely you. "

After all, he is a big boss. He even farts with high sounding, just like the truth.

The voice stopped for a moment, as if with a sigh: "why do you betray me? Drink fox, you are my favorite child, but in the end you betrayed me, I am very sad, really sad

In the end, he said "very sad" very gently, like spitting it out gently in people's ears.

"A disobedient child will be spanked. Drink fox..."

Before his voice fell, Anjie's muscles suddenly contracted. He suddenly ran out of the hiding corner and smashed the glass in the office with his shoulder. As for the attack power of forcing glass debris, it was something completely ignored. In a hurry, he looked at the open door. There was no one. There was only an old tape recorder

He was so nervous that he didn't notice when the other party left.

Anjie moves like a cloud and water from the window on the third floor. He bites his teeth and jumps down. There is a large lawn downstairs... He will not fall to death. When his body soars into the air, a huge explosion comes from behind him. The heat rushes away and the glass on the whole window disintegrates.

Anjie's body was pushed far away by the heat flow, and then followed the law of gravity

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I want to lose weight... I can't repeat the process of losing weight again and again, and then get the result of losing weight

Is it not fat that I lose, but loneliness?