It's already afternoon, and the summer sun is blazing.

"Mr. Shan! You've done a fantastic job! Backstage, the tentacle director smiled, and took out Mr. Shan's mobile phone from his pocket, "As soon as you appear, kill the audience in seconds, haha~~"

Mr. Shan took the phone and glanced at the information bar casually.

[Silence wakes up.] He forgot a lot of people, including you. - Ice Cubes]

Mr. Shan: !!

"I'm still in business! I'll go back first!! Mr. Shan didn't take his coat and rushed out directly.

Tentacle Director: "Ahh Mountain total coat! ”

The director sighed helplessly, this kid is still just as reckless.

The tentacle director packed up Mr. Shan's clothes and prepared to take some time to send them to him. At this moment, the door of the room opened, and a tall man walked in.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Shan." A wicked smile tugged at the corner of the man's lips.

The tentacle director turned around and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Shan, he has ——— alas? Aren't you the new director of Crook Live Next Door? What's seven? ”

The man raised his eyebrows and nodded slightly: "Ling Qi." ”

"The mountain is always there, don't try to dig him up." The tentacle director crossed his hands on his hips, and his face changed instantly, "The mountain is always the treasure of our tentacle live broadcast, don't even think about it!" ”

Ling Qi raised half of his eyebrows, as if smiling: "I just want to snatch it, what can you do with me?" ”

Ling Qi was no more than twenty-four or five years old, and he looked young and handsome, with a cynical ruffian smile. is a very handsome person, but there is always a temperament that is underbeaten.

The tentacle director snorted coldly: "It's not dark yet, so I'm daydreaming." , don't appear in front of the old lady! ”

The tentacle director picked up Mr. Shan's clothes, bumped into the young man, and walked away on his toes.

The corners of Ling Qi's mouth twitched slightly, thinking, where did Mr. Shan go?

——————

Mr. Shan galloped all the way towards Nandu Hospital.

There is only one thought in my mind: Silence wakes up! Silence wakes up!

Damn, you're not going to wake up again... I'm just... There's nothing I can do about it....

Ran to the hospital, but Mr. Shan stopped outside the door of the CPU monitoring room, his feet seemed to be glued, and he couldn't move his steps.

He promised Luozhen's...

Don't deal with silence in the future...

Shan always scratched his hair irritably, and lingered in the door for a while, never able to push the door open.

"It's good to take a look, just take a look." Mr. Shan muttered.

Shan always ran to the wall, stood on tiptoe, and leaned on the window to look inside.

It's good that the curtains weren't drawn in Los Angeles today.

In the ward, there were no outsiders, only silence.

The hospital bed is at a 150° angle, silently leaning on the pillow, holding a book in his hand, looking through it with his eyes down.

The slightly hot afternoon sun softly sprinkled into the snow-white ward, the green leaves swaying by the window, and the silent side face was still familiar and handsome in memory, even if the face was pale, it could not hide his handsome silhouette.

Looking at the familiar silence, Mr. Shan's nose was counted, and tears almost fell.

Silence turned another page of the book, which was the textbook of his university's [Computer Network Programming Basics], which the nurse secretly handed to him.

Silence forgot about his college, and his friends in college and after graduation.

He looked at the textbook, and if it weren't for the fact that the cover was his name, the silence couldn't believe that this dirty, graffiti-like textbook was his.

When he went to college, he became a scumbag?

Otherwise, why is there a lot of oil stains and saliva marks on this book, and even ugly patterns drawn with black pens on many pages...