When Qi Mosu rushed back, it was his father who was running around in a hurry on the second floor, muttering and shouting, whispering where are you.

Qi Mosu didn't know if he was calling his mother or Aunt Jiang, but when he walked in, he panicked, his house caught fire, because his mother loves wool carpets, and they can be seen everywhere in the house, just because the fire is getting bigger and bigger, it burns along the carpet until the second floor, that is his father, he must be saved, immediately called 119, and without too much hesitation, he took a wet paper towel on the table and rushed to the second floor.

He saw his father, who had always loved him the most, holding the most cherished things for his mother and Aunt Jiang, squatting in the corner, not moving.

He wanted to drag him away, but he stubbornly wanted to go to the utility room to get something, and pushed his father out of the fire, shouting, you stand there for me, I'll find it for you, of course he knew what he was looking for, he looked for the design left by his mother and the brooch designed for him.

Although he still has a sentence in his mind, what is Aunt Jiang, after so many years, he still remembers those design drafts at this time.

The fire was getting bigger and bigger, and I finally got those design drafts, except that the door was forced to take a step back by the fire in front of me, and I couldn't see the road ahead because of the smoke, and I choked hard.

Realizing that the smoke was damaging his throat, he closed his mouth and covered his nose, but then he couldn't breathe, he had to wet his sleeves with the water next to him, and there was nothing else in the utility room that would allow him to rush out, only the clothes his mother had designed that his father thought was precious.

If he couldn't go out today, these clothes would be useless, thinking about this, he put his mother's red Chinese style themed cheongsam, the material is pure cotton, easy to get wet.

Even if he used his clothes to block him, he was still blocked because the fire was too big and he couldn't get out before he reached the first floor, and he still couldn't bear to throw his mother's clothes out and hugged him in his arms.

Slowly he fainted in this fire, and when the fire brigade came to rescue him, the design he was guarding was still there, the clothes were still there, and the brooch was there, but there was a wound on the right side of his chest, which he inserted with a fruit fork when he kept himself awake, and the wound was still bleeding out one by one.

He was hospitalized, in a coma for three days, the chest injury was only one of them, when he woke up, he couldn't even speak, the doctor said that there were too many harmful substances in the smoke, which led to loss of sound, and needed to recover slowly, and there were several books that could not be restored to before.

He really hated his father at that time, and his voice was useless.

Scrapped.

21-year-old Qi Mosu, the most important thing is his voice and his Su Yili.

suddenly remembered Su Yili, she must be looking for him, no, he can't let Ah Li see this, no.

At the same time as he was hospitalized, his father was also hospitalized, and everyone hid it from Qi Weiyue, who was far abroad, Qi Weiyue didn't know what happened, the company was getting worse day by day, his father's body was getting weaker and weaker, and he was gradually able to speak, but he was hit by a pillar of fire at the fire, and his leg was still a little injured.

He didn't go to Su Yiliang.

Su Yili, he still doesn't deserve it after all,

Su Yili's life is bound to be brilliant, and the only thing he is good at is gone, he is going back, back to his world.

These days, the warmth I got from Su Yili should be returned.

My white moonlight.

I'll let you live your life.

Treasure.

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