"Brother! Here comes the text!! ”

The sound as crisp as a bell suddenly sounded, waking Mr. Mo up. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info that was the ringtone specially set for him by his sister Xiaoqiu.

He struggled to open his eyes, and the harsh whiteness and the pungent smell of disinfectant water came in, making him feel a little uncomfortable. Frowning and sitting up, there were bursts of pain from the injured place on his body, which made Mr. Mo's brows furrow even tighter. At some point, he was put on a blue-and-white hospital gown, and his wounds and dislocated parts were treated.

Mr. Mo began to look at where he was.

A spacious ward, with a bright environment, pure white everywhere in the eyes, and after the eyes adjust to the intensity of the light, this whiteness appears soft.

took out the mobile phone that survived the previous war, and a familiar number on it that had never been dialed was beating, slowly opening Mr. Mo's dusty memories for a long time.

Mr. Mo has no friends. Yes now, and it may be in the future, but not in the past. Once upon a time, he had a friend, the only and special friend - Li Xueyin!

She is a very gentle girl, and Mr. Mo has never seen anyone more suitable for the word gentle than her. She didn't know what was going on, she left the city with her family a few years ago, leaving no goodbye. Mr. Mo didn't think to ask anything, some people in life come unexpectedly, and some people say goodbye without saying goodbye, it's normal, isn't it?

When he opened the message, Mr. Mo's face was blank and silent. After a long time, he fell back to the bed heavily, covered his face with his hands, and separated everything.

Tired! It's really tiring! The exhaustion that penetrated into the bone marrow drew every ounce of strength from his body, making him unable to move!

There was only one short sentence on the text message: I'm going to die, won't you come to see me for the last time?

Why do people live? And why did he die? Is there really an eternal existence? Are there really gods? Does he love the world......

Mr. Mo no longer wants to think about it, and he doesn't want to pay attention to everything that has no answer.

It didn't take long for him to reply: Die quietly in a place where no one knows!

In a certain city, a gentle and weak girl was awakened by the ringtone of the text message, and after seeing the content of the text message, she couldn't help but laugh, and her eyes flowed, and she didn't know what she was thinking......

No one knows what kind of mentality Mr. Mo replied to this sentence, not even himself.

"Anyway, I'm going to die!"

Lao Ding said suddenly.

"Hmm."

Mr. Mo replied weakly.

"Can't you react normally?"

"Normal? Well...... When will you die? Tomorrow? An hour later? Or can it only last a few minutes? ”

"Do you want me to die so much!?"

"yes!"

Mr. Mo and Lao Ding are very similar, both of them are an inexplicable self-acquaintance. It's not the kind that you can easily get along with others, but the kind that you can talk calmly no matter who it is or what happens. For example, before, the two were obviously fighting to the death, but after the end, they calmly discussed the title. So now, even when discussing Lao Ding's imminent death, the two of them are actually very calm, as if they are talking about what patterns are on the clothes they are wearing today.

However, Mr. Mo didn't want to talk any more, so he found his clothes on the chair next to him and changed them, and Mr. Mo planned to leave like this.

"Yo~"

A man in a white lab coat who looked like a doctor suddenly walked in and greeted Mr. Mo, who had just changed his clothes, in a strange tone.

"Yo-"

Glancing at him, Mr. Mo responded in the same way, but in a flat tone, not as varied as the man.

"Are you going to go? You'll need at least two weeks to recuperate! ”

With his hands in the pockets of his white coat, the man said in a voice that was a mixture of surprise and dissatisfaction.

He examined Mr. Mok's right hand dislocated and had a large area of muscle strain, a bandaged wound on his left hand was ruptured, a large amount of blood was lost, and Mr. Mo's face was still pale due to excessive blood loss. In addition, Mr. Mo's sternum has a slight bone crack, and the rest of the abrasions are basically negligible.

It's really messy to be injured and not obediently lying on the hospital bed like this! His biggest headache is this wayward patient.

"Oh! I'll take care of myself at home. How much is the cost of medicine? I'll give it to you another day. ”

Mr. Mo will not lie on the hospital bed honestly! Not to mention anything else, how much does this medicine cost! Mr. Mo, a poor ghost, said that the ten yuan on his body was not enough to make a change!

"The medical expenses Lao Yu and that bastard helped you pay for it, please feel free to do whatever you like."

Waving his hand, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, these love to play martial arts can be whatever they want, anyway, he can't control it!

"Then I'm leaving!"

Hearing that he didn't have to pay medical bills, Mr. Mo was also relieved. The family's financial deficit is getting bigger and bigger, and it is not easy for him to add another burden.

"Well, go slowly! Remember not to engage in strenuous activities, let alone compete with others, and not to eat too greasy food. If you have time, you can come back and check it, and I will report the bill to Lao Yu. ”

"Got it."

"Also, do you have anything you want me to bring to Lao Yu? He's still at home. ”

Bring a word? Mr. Mo raised his eyebrows slightly, and pursed his lips unhappily,

"Tsk! You can tell him to die sooner. ”

After saying that, he left without looking back.

Mr. Mo is still quite resentful. picked up a trouble at home, and it also caused me to fight inexplicably, and I was beaten by an old fist, no matter how I look at it, I lost a lot of money! When I go back, throw Yu Penglai out of the door and let her get out! Nothing to play and run away from home! Is it naïve like this, a three-year-old child?

Mr. Mo thought in his mind, and arranged all kinds of jade Penglai.

It's about twelve o'clock in the morning, and Mr. Mo has been faint for almost four hours. After leaving the hospital, Mr. Mo discerned the direction and walked to the park in front of him. Mr. Mo's bicycle is still there! It will cost at least one or two hundred to buy a new one, so it is better to go back and find it.

How to explain his injury after returning home is also a problem, how to dispel his sister's sympathy to the greatest extent and successfully drive Yu Penglai out, you have to think about it!

In this way, Mr. Mo, who had done nothing all night and was only beaten, returned home at about 1 a.m. Yu Penglai and his sister have already fallen asleep, and Mr. Mo is not good at waking them up again, even if he is full of resentment, he can only hold back. By the way, because the guest rooms are used to hold books, Yu Penglai sleeps with her sister Xiaoqiu.

Walking back to his room quietly, Mr. Mo did not fall asleep directly, but sat down at the desk and began to write his homework.

I went out too early tonight, and I haven't done my homework yet, so Mr. Mo can only catch up with his homework in the middle of the night. In this respect, Mr. Mok was surprisingly a good student.

Mr. Mo suddenly discovers that there is a strange cookbook in his school bag. The book was about a pastry called tiramisu with the word "Tiramisu" printed on the brown-yellow cover in thickened color lettering. The book is not very thick, estimated to be only a few dozen pages.

Tiramisu? Take me away?

Mr. Mo thought as he flipped through the book. He didn't remember putting the book in his bag, not even in the book his cheap dad had left behind.

The content of the book is not very large, but it is also very interesting. The origin, practice and meaning behind tiramisu are explained in detail, and many beautiful physical illustrations are attached.

Towards the end, a letter suddenly slipped from the book......