"What kind of wind is blowing us over?" Mo Cheng'an was a little bastard who was not serious about his brother, and as soon as he answered the phone, he laughed and ridiculed his own brother, Mo Chengzhu was originally a little nervous and didn't know whether to be angry or laugh when he said this. Mo Chengzhu shook his head helplessly, and scolded with a smile, "Little bastard." ”

"Hey, a little bastard is a little bastard, it's much better than a sick seedling, isn't it?" Mo Chengan sent Lan Xiaoxiao another message that he would be launched later, and leaned lazily against the window, watching the sky outside completely darken, and gradually the lights were bright.

"Who is talking nonsense in front of you again?" The helpless voice of his brother sounded in his ear, causing Mo Chengan to snort again.

"How dare anyone say anything to you in front of me? I still don't know you? If you don't toss yourself into the hospital for two days, you will feel uncomfortable, you heard that it is rumored that the Mo family is hospitalized every day, and it is estimated that it will be good to live in a few days......"

"Mo Chengan, you also have itchy skin!! Uncle Zheng heard on the phone on the other side that his second young man was talking about nothing at all, and he didn't shy away from anything, so he roared angrily!

"Hey, Mo Chengzhu, you're going too far, you actually sued Uncle Zheng!!" Mo Chengan shrank his neck, and immediately shouted dissatisfiedly, and when it was transmitted to the other side of the phone, it directly made Mo Chengzhu laugh. "You're still laughing! You've got a smile on your face! I was scolded by Uncle Zheng, and you still laughed!! Mo Cheng'an pretended to be angry and continued to shout!

"You come back to me! How do you talk to your brother?! When you come back, I see that your skin is itchy again! I'll give you tight and tight! Uncle Zheng's angry voice came from the phone again, if you listen to it from the voice alone, it seems that people are really angry, but even if the Mo brothers can't see it, they know that Uncle Zheng is definitely not angry.

Don't look at Uncle Zheng's yelling and screaming at every turn, in fact, Uncle Zheng's temper is really good, in Mo Chengan's words, it is wide heart and fat body, no wonder he is healthy.

Mo Chengzhu listened to his younger brother deliberately angry with Uncle Zheng, and Uncle Zheng scolded his younger brother again, and the corners of his mouth also smiled. In fact, he also knew in his heart that Cheng An and Uncle Zheng were deliberate, just to make him more popular, but he ......

Mo Chengzhu's mood suddenly fell again, and the corners of his mouth also brought a wry smile.

He knew that he was sick, he always couldn't help but think about the worst outcome, he couldn't help but be full of bad thoughts about China, and even had suicidal thoughts, more than once, when he was alone, he always had a sense of what was the meaning of living?

And what did he live for?

Is it Chengan?

But Cheng'an is also an adult, and in the end, he no longer needs to take care of him everywhere.

Is it a company?

Cheng An has grown up, although he pretends to be idle all day long and doesn't do anything, he knows that Cheng An just wants to make a look that he still needs to let go of him, which is also the method that the psychiatrist told Uncle Zheng and Cheng An.

When Qingqing was sick, he thought about what was the point of his life if he didn't have Qingqing? Just because of these thoughts, he even needs a patient in Qingqing to enlighten him and comfort him, but as a fiancé, he can't even take the most basic care of her, looking at her uncomfortable, he can't even do anything but self-loathing.

He watched Qingqing weaken little by little, looked at Qingqing lying on the hospital bed with a pale face and still training him not to let him hurt himself, looking at Qingqing who couldn't sleep because he was tormented by illness at night but was worried about waking up his escort, he gradually realized that he seemed to be useless by Qingqing's side except for making her spend more effort, this kind of thought was dead in his heart, and these thoughts of self-loathing and self-doubt were pressed by him in the bottom of his heart.

He didn't start to hurt himself, he didn't accompany him, he pretended not to be so uncomfortable, Qingqing was really relieved, he didn't want Qingqing to worry about him, but he never thought that if Qingqing was really relieved of him, would he really leave so relieved?

This kind of thought, which had never been seen when Qingqing was still alive, tormented him every night after she left, and even with those thoughts that had been pressed in his heart, little by little, he almost couldn't hold on!

In the end, Cheng'an, who was studying abroad, came back, forced him to come out of the self-enclosed house, and pressed him to the psychiatrist, only to finally know that as early as when Qingqing was sick, he himself was also sick, Qingqing was a physical disease, but he was a psychological disease, depression, such a disease that he had always felt was nothing, but he was forced to die again and again.

Later, Uncle Zheng, who was originally lazy and gentle, also became stronger, and his younger brother, who had been guarding under his wings, thought that he had not grown up, also became stronger, and the two of them were tightly attached to his body, giving him a psychological hint that they would not be able to live without him, and on the other hand, he was semi-forcibly isolated from all negative energy.

He can't remember how many years it has been, whenever he can't stand it and wants to hide and want to retreat, but they force him to see a psychiatrist, to treat, to face, and later, Uncle Zheng told him that he had used the creative conscious artificial intelligence method that was only a prototype at the time to connect Qingqing with the game they developed together, and told him the method, and he finally found the support to survive.

He wants to see Qingqing, he really wants to see Qingqing again, he really ...... I really want Qingqing to be alive, even if she's just living in the game!

Mo Chengzhu clenched his fists, breathing slightly.

After so many years, he no longer knows whether he is still alive for Uncle Zheng, for Cheng'an, for the company, or for the consciousness of Qingqing, who is only possible in this game and may be hidden somewhere......

Or even ...... Even if it's really Qingqing in the game, then she's ...... Is it really still his youth?

Mo Chengzhu and Mei Qingqing grew up together as childhood sweethearts, and like many childhood sweethearts, they naturally like, confess, and love as they grow older......

If they were just in their early twenties, when they were still teenagers in Cheng'an, there was no economic crisis, no nightmare bankruptcy and madness, and no end with the suicide of the Mo family's parents, maybe they would have had the most ordinary happiness, and continued to get married, have children, and be together for a lifetime. But the Mo family is gone......