The twins of the Mo family didn't have time to come out to see the old man named Xu. On the one hand, the adults wanted to investigate this important secret and directly blocked the two underage girls. On the other hand, there was a little problem with their temporary teaching assistant.

All along, song Chang'an's professional quality is respected, but he doesn't get along well.

Especially the smelly mouth used to not open the pot, and the face with vegetable color, with only one expression over the years - disdain.

Even if he is faced with Anjie, the man who, according to legend, once supported him in his most difficult time, and who has maintained a deep friendship with him for more than ten years, Dr. song can bring irony to the extreme.

Looking at Anjie, who is also a smart speaker, every time he is bullied, the drunk snake, as the owner of the house, will feel some strange pleasure. Later, song Chang'an always finds that he has more special treatment than others in a series of living resources, such as food and accommodation.

But on this day, doctor song, one of the psychiatrists, suddenly fell down in front of the two girls and the tutor, covering his chest without warning.

You can imagine the shock.

As soon as Anjie got the news in the evening, his face changed and he went straight to the hospital without saying anything. Mo Cong pestered him with a dead face and had to admit that he always had something to eat about the tacit understanding between Anjie and the ugly psychologist - especially when Anjie was seriously injured, song Chang'an was the first one that came to his mind.

In this era, one person can recite another person's mobile phone number completely without looking through the communication book. What does this mean? Don't be angry and unwilling to imagine.

Mo didn't know the reason until the doctor seriously called them to the office——

The reason why Anjie is in such a hurry, and why song Chang'an always looks good.

The doctor first looked at the two people and asked, "what's the relationship between you and the patient?"

Anjie said firmly and without hesitation, "brother, he is my own brother."

The doctor nodded, crossed his fingers, looked at Anjie through his glasses, and said in a low voice, "are you clear about his illness?"

Mo Cong felt that Anjie's face sank for a moment, and his eyes wandered to stare at the cases on the doctor's desk, and the handwriting that ordinary people couldn't understand. After a long time, he whispered, "doctor, does he still have..." Anjie stopped, and his calm expression showed some signs that he couldn't hold on, As if he had asked a stupid question, he laughed at himself, "I mean, how long does he have?"

The doctor said in a deep voice: "you know, more than 90% of congenital heart diseases can be treated by surgery or be corrected to a certain extent. However, this stage of treatment is usually only when the child is young. Generally speaking, one third of the patients are like him. Because of various reasons, they miss the best time of treatment. They usually don't live to 20 years old. He can live to the present, It's a miracle. " The doctor looked at him apologetically. "I'm sorry, and... I hope the family will be ready in time."

Don't worry. Sometimes the doctor and the judge are the same. The latter sentence the death penalty of the sinner, but the former drowns the hope of the innocent countless times. He turns his head to look at Anjie. Anjie's face is so ugly that he moves closer to song Chang'an. After a long time, he slowly nods, stands up, speaks clearly, but slowly says, "I see, Thank you, doctor Then he turned and went out.

Mo said hello to the doctor in a hurry and ran after him. Anjie is getting more and more sick. Suddenly, she stops at the door of the ward, but hesitates for a moment and doesn't go in. She turns around and goes to the bathroom at the end of the corridor.

The smell of medicine and disinfectant strongly stimulated his five senses and six senses. Anjie felt a little numb. He went in and closed the door of the bathroom. His eyes were fixed on the mirror above the washbasin and the ghost like self in the mirror under the dim light.

For a moment, the door was carefully pushed open. The breath that has been gradually familiar these days came over carefully. A hand tentatively wrapped around his waist. When he didn't object, a warm chest leaned against him. Anjie buried his face in his hand and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he had no strength and didn't want to push it away.

Mo Cong holds Anjie's tight body tightly. He tries to understand this man's sorrow and how a man of temperament like Anjie forces himself to be indifferent to everything, cold-blooded or even cold-blooded.

Mo Cong suddenly realized that this man was not cowardly. He just lost so much that he didn't want to get any more and didn't want to believe any more.

After a while, Anjie put down her hand. There was no trace of tears in her eyes. There was still no blood on her lips, but her eyes had calmed down.

Those who have appeared in his life, either choose to betray, or like this, gradually away, and finally stay in the same place, he is the only one.

Or an old man with dark eyes, a crooked back, a bad and ugly man. Anjie suddenly understood why he insisted on Professor Mo's good, insisted that after his death, he would travel thousands of miles to such a big and noisy city to accept the responsibility that did not belong to him.

Maybe it's because of Mo Yannan's innocence, which has been practiced for countless years, and he is still not old. Maybe it's because when the old professor was in danger, he still pushed away his action, which made him see again from beginning to end that people, in such a dangerous environment, can not only moisten each other, but also live and die.

Even Mo Cong.

Anjie repeatedly refuses young people's enthusiasm, but if she is really bored, she really can't accept it. Why don't she find a place to hide? He can easily get rid of this young man and hide in any corner of the world. Maybe no one can find him... But

That night, why subconsciously drove the car back to the downstairs of the house Mo Cong and himself rented?

It's a dangerous thing to ask, especially when people are in a mood they don't want to face up to. Anjie arranged her expression and gently pushed Mo away: "I'll go to see him."

In fact, song Chang'an has nothing to look at. His whole body is full of tubes. His eyes with huge shadows are closed. The vitality on his cheeks seems to be lost with his sharp sleep. Without the sharpness that points directly at the heart of the people, song Chang'an also seems to have lost his soul.

Anjie sat next to him, quietly looking at this old friend who was almost "watching growing up". Few people know that song Chang'an looks like someone wants to step on it every day. Then behind his back, he quietly counts the countdown of his life. It's possible to suddenly stop breathing every day.

Anjie closed his eyes and listened to the subtle sound of the instrument. Although the world is big, there seems to be less and less things he can miss.

All of a sudden, his cheek was covered with ice. Anjie opened his eyes, a bottle of Oolong tea shook in front of his eyes, Mo put a hand on his shoulder, whispered: "drink water, your lips are cracked."

Anjie suddenly felt very sweet.

Half an hour later, Mo Cong gently picked up Anjie, who finally lost consciousness under the effect of the medicine, put him on the bed with him, and pulled up the quilt for him. He bent down and carefully observed Anjie's face. He knew that general narcotic drugs would be directly immunized. What he ordered was a kind of drug that he had never heard of. Although the source was absolutely safe and reliable, he was still a little worried.

After confirming that Anjie was just asleep, Mo leaned down, pulled the hair out of his forehead and gave him a kiss like a dragonfly on the brow.

He was sitting on the chair that Anjie had just sat in. But song Chang'an on the bed didn't know when he had woken up. He didn't have any confusion in his open eyes. He even took off his ventilator, and with the help of Mo Cong, he half lay and half leaned on the bed. His eyes moved from Anjie to Mo Cong's face. There was a little gentle smile in his eyes without eyes, Gently asked: "how, I said that only one kind of medicine can put him down?"

Mo Cong tried his best to soften his expression. Ever since he heard the doctor's words, his hidden hostility to the yellow and thin man in front of him has faded a lot: "what do you want to say to me, doctor song?"

Song Chang'an chuckled and squinted at Mo Cong: "you don't have to be so nervous, young people. Not everyone is interested in the same sex. I prefer the ups and downs of the big beauty, it is not good, pretty and lovely little Jasper is also OK. Like the purebred bastard anyihu... "He turned his mouth and showed a disgusting expression," your taste is not so good. "

Mo Cong also laughed, he relaxed and leaned on the back of the chair: "asshole, these two words are not enough to describe his level."

Song Chang'an didn't give him a sympathetic look, which could not hide the meaning of "schadenfreude".

Mo Cong shrugged his shoulders, looked back at Anjie, who was sleeping soundly, held his bare hand as if he were holding something precious. He carefully tucked it back into the quilt, and his fingers were running on Anjie's soft hair.

Song Chang'an's joking expression gradually converged. Looking at Mo Cong's action, he seemed to be thinking about something. He suddenly said, "no matter how stupid he is, he is also the only one who has helped me in my most difficult time... It's not easy for me to survive a day without a day." He looked at Mo Cong seriously, "so anyway, I really don't want to have no one to collect his corpse in decades."

Mo turned his head back and looked at him calmly. Song Chang'an is satisfied to find that the young man in his early twenties has been childish and impulsive in his eyes - this is a man who has really grown up. So he said, "I can count the rest of my days with my fingers - no, you don't have to say anything. I know my own business. So I want to tell you something, something I shouldn't say in terms of my professional ethics. " He gently exhaled, "anyway, I guess I can't go on this line, smash the brand, I hope you don't let me regret today's decision."

Mo Cong nodded: "you say."