This is the second time I've woken up in a hospital room.

The last time she woke up, her throat was burning, and every cell in her body was crying out in pain.

The last time she woke up, there were no doctors, no nurses, no friends, just a large crowd of uniformed police officers waiting to be questioned in turn.

Maimaimai fell unconscious in the noisy emergency room, only to wake up in a quiet and surprisingly quiet room.

She felt relaxed.

This kind of relaxation can only be experienced by people who have experienced long-term severe insomnia after a good night's sleep.

No burning throats, no heads that want to burst.

Every cell in the body is telling happiness.

Sunlight spills into the room and onto the bedside.

A second before the sun hit his eyes, he tried to sit up from the bed.

It's like the little games she has played with the sunshine again and again on the all-weather multi-functional bed that has been with her for more than ten years.

I can't forget that the last time I played a game with the sun, the light was sprinkled into the house with the electric curtains of the main building of my villa.

At that time, she had not seen the news of the collapse of Mai's new building.

Half of the white blackout curtains in the ward are open, and there is no resemblance to the mamba green curtains at home.

But the sun is just as brilliant.

The happiness of chasing the sunshine when you open your eyes is so real and beautiful.

Could it be that the collapse of the new building comparable to the scene of the natural disaster is just a illogical scene in a dream?

Could it be that the missing mom and dad and the gossip that put her in a desperate situation are really just a long nightmare for her?

So, what were you doing before this nightmare began?

Maimaimaimai reached out and touched his head.

Wrapped in gauze.

I don't feel it if I don't touch it, and it hurts a little to the touch.

The tenderness of his forehead reminded him of the picture of himself hitting the wall.

She fainted because she hit the wall, and she went to the hospital when she fainted.

It turned out that it wasn't a dream.

Why is the real world as pale as hospital sheets?

Maimaimai once had two worlds, a reality and a utopia.

Now, there is only one left.

Goodbye, utopia.

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In the real world, I looked around, and the third child fell asleep on the sofa in the ward.

Silly, chubby, it looks like it's about to drool.

Perhaps, the most beautiful quality of reality is that it will mix a little warmth in it when you face cruelty.

Maimaimai walked over, bent down to pick up the blanket that was about to fall to the ground, and covered the third child.

The third child woke up suddenly, her eyes were bloodshot and her bags were still a little swollen.

The first thing the third child said: "Boss, I'm sorry." ”

"It doesn't matter. Maimaimai smiled faintly, her aura seemed to have never been so gentle and inclusive.

"But I haven't said it yet, I ......" the third child blamed himself.

She didn't look favorably at the Vacheron Constantin mask master who was holding on to the fainting of Mai, Mai, Mai, and Mai.

"It doesn't matter what it is. "Thank you for accompanying me from utopia to reality, and letting me know that I once had a whole ideal country." ”

The third child's face was full of surprise, she didn't know what she meant: "Boss, do you still have a headache? Is there something uncomfortable? Why am I so useless, how can I just fall asleep like this, I'll call a doctor." ”

"If I'm not feeling well, there's a bell at the head of the bed, don't I ring it myself? I'm fine, I'm very comfortable. "Buy, buy, buy, let the third sit back on the sofa.

"No, boss, you're not feeling well, and you don't know it yet, I'm just going to make a mistake, and I've lost all the watches you brought here. The third child's self-blame was written on his face.

"Didn't they all say that I stole those watches? If you lose them or not, what does it matter?" Mai Mai Mai smiled, the smile that reached the bottom of his eyes, but for no reason made the third child feel flustered.

"You didn't steal it. The third said categorically.

"Thank you, don't ask anything, you just chose to believe me. "I cherish the warmth from my roommates.

"Everybody believes in you. The third child said that he believed it, but his head kept shaking.

"Okay, thank you. "I want to say that in the real world, there are still second, third and fourth, which is good.

"No, Boss, everyone says they owe you an apology. The third said that he repeated his meaning very seriously.

"Yes, Hello, everyone, thank you for your apology. Mai Mai Mai beckoned to the third child, like an old friend who had just met.

The third child did not respond to the "greeting" of Maimaimai, she took the iPad on the sofa, slid it a few times, and handed it to Maimaimai.

"I don't want to watch it, and I don't want to go online. "Maimaimai wants to delete Weibo and delete the news client, just like she once said.

"Take a look. "The third child didn't take care of it at all, and the feeling of buying the boss who was hurt by gossip and went to the hospital.

With the corner of his eye, he aimed at the topic that was the first on the hot search list.

It's not a topic that makes her happy.

She didn't see topics like "I owe XXX an apology" that the third child said.

A title alone is enough to uncover the bloody wounds in Maimaimai's heart.

The first place on the hot search list #Mai's arrears of compensation#.

A few days ago, Maimaimai tried his best to keep the "reputation" that Mai Haiyang cares about the most.

The media began to exaggerate, saying that Maimai bought and sold his house and fulfilled his promise to buy the ocean.

At that time, the media said that Maimaimai paid off all the compensation.

Only Maimaimai knows that she still owes money to the "leading brother".

"Big brother who takes the lead", took the guarantee letter of buy, buy, buy, buy, and take the lead not to make trouble.

When the reporter asked him anything, he smiled and didn't speak.

The first hot post is posted by the official Weibo of the Q&D studio who once felt that he needed to celebrate because he had 100 fans.

It's still a retweeted Weibo.

The original Weibo came from a professional watch magazine account with a V added - [Clocks Have Time].

It was the first to go to the work area on the second floor and the first to leave the media where the reporter worked for Grandpa Jin Qiang.

When Qiangda Studio forwarded it, it only wrote one sentence [The compensation owed by the heirs of the Mai family to this day].

The title of the video with the original Weibo is the same.

At the beginning of the video, the reporter did not appear, only the "leading brother" faced the camera alone:

"My name is Liu Daming, and I am the foreman of the welder for the construction of the collapsed building of Mai's, and my family has four brothers, all of whom work as welders on the construction site of the Mai's building. ”

"When the new building collapsed, I escaped by doing welding on the fourth basement floor. ”

"But, my three brothers, two dead and one disabled. ”

"Their families have not received a penny of compensation so far. ”

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