I've always had a special dislike for hospitals, not only because of the disgusting smell of disinfectant water, but also because of the fact that this place represents death.

Every day, you can see people sending off relatives and friends in pain, you can hear the whimpering and crying of liver and intestines every day, and every day you can see healthy people become disabled, in short, it is a place of extreme depression.

In the obstetrics and gynecology corridor on the second floor, I sat on a plastic bench like a ghost.

The obstetrics and gynecology department is different from other departments, and a child may be born at any time, so no matter what time it is, you can see the young father walking slowly with the pregnant woman to open the bone gap, and you can also hear the cry of the baby in the ward from time to time.

I followed Uncle Qi's advice to turn off my mobile phone, I feel as if I have completely lost contact with this society, in today's online world where deleting WeChat is goodbye, mobile phones have completely become an important tool for us to maintain relationships, sometimes I often wonder whether society is progressing or regressing.

When I was a child, a family gathered, we ate food and tasted missing, but now the family is together, more of them are holding their mobile phones to chat on WeChat, swiping videos, and at most taking a few "posthumous photos" of the food and sending them to the circle of friends, even if it is a "reunion".

I sat on the chair like a sculpture for three or four hours, sleepiness suddenly hit, plus I hadn't eaten much for a day, and my stomach was beating a small drum in rebellion, and I was thinking about whether to squint for a while, when a man suddenly came up to me and asked me anxiously: "Brother, do you have a lighter?"

I touched my trouser pocket, took out a lighter, handed it to him, and said with a smile, "I've got you." ”

I had just thrown away my cigarette, but I kept my lighter with me.

He pointed to the smoking area not far away and invited me, "Thank you, smoke one piece?"

"No, I quit smoking. I shook my head and refused.

He got up and waved his hand at me and said, "It's good to quit smoking, I want to quit if I can, and we'll talk about it later, I'll go and get addicted first." ”

I nodded my head and didn't say anything, and after a few minutes, the man sat back next to me, and said comfortably: "Giving birth to a child is a woman's business, but it really makes us old men nervous and miserable, eh brother, you don't look like a father at your age, you are..."

I casually said, "Oh, my sister-in-law gave birth to a child and came with my brother." ”

After that, I looked at him and asked, "Big brother, are you waiting for your son to be born?"

"No, it's anxious and angry, and I can't help it. He patted his thigh and sighed.

Just now he was facing me, and I only saw a blurred outline of him, and now he sat next to me, and I could see his face clearly.

What do you say about this man, he doesn't look particularly handsome, but he feels extraordinarily tasteful, with a thin face, red phoenix eyes, a high nose bridge, thin lips, estimated to be in his thirties, wearing a flaxen-colored wide shirt, with a tattoo on the neck, it should be a tattoo of a demon or something, but it is covered by a high neckline, the sleeves of the shirt are rolled up to the middle of the arms, and both hands are also blue-black tattoos.

He turned the lighter with his fingers dexterously, stirred his eyebrows and smiled: "Eh, having a child is actually the same as being a person, both pay attention to the right time, place and people, sometimes you quack hard, but you come out is a girl, do you say there is a rut?"

I was speechless and agreed: "Hehe, it's really such a reason, this time my sister-in-law gave birth to a child, and my brother kowtowed everywhere to beg the gods, hoping to have a son." ”

He blinked twice and asked me, "Brother, where is your house?"

I immediately became vigilant, glanced at him and smiled lightly and said, "Suburban county." ”

"No wonder I hear your accent resembles mine, I'm also from the suburbs. He pinched his nose, then got up and patted me on the shoulder and said: "Okay, I won't talk to you, look at your face full of sorrow, there should be something in my heart, tell your brother, don't worry about giving birth to a girl, there is a Guanyin temple in the southern suburbs, you can go back and worship, a mountain and a temple, you can't worship blindly, you have to find the biggest fairy kowtow." ”

"Well, I'll talk to my brother later. "I nodded my head.

He smiled and walked past me, but he didn't go into any of the wards, but ran straight in the direction of the elevator, until he walked into the elevator, I still stared at him without blinking, he stood in the elevator and nodded his head at me, and the elevator door closed slowly.

I smiled and shook my head and muttered, "What a self-cook." ”

He found that the vacant seat he had been sitting on was the lighter I had given him, and there was a small note rolled on it.

I swallowed and whispered, "Damn, what the hell." ”

I had been staring at his hand just now, but I didn't notice when he put the lighter here, I was confused to unfold the note, on which was written a string of mobile phone numbers, next to the handwriting scribbled eight small characters "Solve problems, respond to requests", the bottom of the paragraph is a traditional "Jiu" character.

"What the hell is this, now all the people who open the Buddha hall have come out to solicit customers? Is the competition so fierce? Glancing at the phone number on the note, I threw it on the ground, and after thinking about it, I thought it was interesting, and I bent down to pick it up and put it in my pocket.

At this moment, the elevator door opened, and a slender figure wearing a peaked cap and a black mask appeared from the elevator.

After glancing at him a few times, I reflexively stood up, turned around and walked towards the fire escape at the end of the hallway, the man must have been coming at me, but I had never seen him at all, and the appearance of the dog's head and tail did not look like a friend, and my steps quickened.

Turning the corner, I didn't rush downstairs, but stuck my back against the wall, grabbed the plastic trash can next to me, held my breath, and waited for him to come over, and for about a few seconds, the guy hurriedly ran past my face, and didn't notice me.

"Go Nimad!" I picked up the trash can and smashed it on him, the gauze, fruit pits and some leftovers in the trash can spilled all over him, the kid raised his arm to resist, I gritted my teeth and hated to raise the trash can to his head "Boom" and slammed it a few times, then kicked him in the stomach, pulled his legs and ran downstairs.

When I ran out about four or five meters, the kid shouted from behind me: "Don't run, I'm Uncle Qi's person." ”

"Huh?" Hearing his words, I hesitated and stood in place, one hand touched the back of my waist, as if I had a weapon, frowned at him and said, "You said you are Uncle Qi's person?"

"Really. He covered his mask with one hand, pointed to his cheek with the other, and said, "Haven't you seen me? I shot Uncle Qi at the gate of Dalian Seafood City that night." ”

I squinted at him, I really couldn't remember what Uncle Qi's guy looked like that night, seeing that I hesitated, he lowered his voice and said: "Uncle Qi's mobile phone number is 159XX now, and it was done with Qian Long's ID card, right?"

Hearing him accurately read out Uncle Qi's mobile phone number, I basically believed him, took a deep breath and said, "Uncle Qi didn't come?"

He took out an old Nokia 1100 from his pocket and pressed a number and said, "Here, I'll call you, you listen.."

The phone was quickly connected, and Uncle Qi's voice suddenly came from the receiver: "Lang Lang, he is his own person, come with him, he knows where I am, I will see an acquaintance at the gate of the hospital at this time." ”

"Good. I agreed, and the phone quickly hung up, and the guy shrugged at me and said, "I didn't lie to you." ”

I breathed a sigh of relief and asked him, "The main thing is that your style is too social, I didn't hurt you just now, did you?"

He didn't squeak, plucked the vegetable leaves from his head, picked up the broom and dustpan in the corner, and muttered impatiently: "Don't let the hospital call the police later." ”

After cleaning up, I followed him downstairs and got into a new "Harvard H6" car, he pulled off the mask on his face, pouted at me and said, "Wait a while, Uncle Qi will contact us later." ”

This guy looks very white, and feels more delicate than an ordinary little girl, and looks like an ordinary person, but a pair of eyes look particularly bright, shiny, and shining more than black gems.

I was embarrassed to open my mouth: "Dude, I'm really embarrassed about what happened just now, by the way, what do you call it?"

"He Bingxia, call me a hero. With a cold face, he grabbed a plastic bag from the back seat and handed it to me: "There is bread and mineral water in the bag, you eat first, and Uncle Qi will lead you to a big meal later..."

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