Duan Mingyue was still in the sage time, so he didn't go on a killing spree: "Get out." ”

After the man left, she casually pointed to the clouds: "You come on." ”

Yun Tian suddenly felt a sense of tension being endorsed by the teacher: "Yishui is at the junction of Nanzhou, where light industry is chewing betel nut, and heavy industry is gnawing sugarcane... Well, in a well-known impoverished county, a few decades ago, some locals heard that foreign countries could make money, so they fooled the whole village out of the country, and also set up a church called Guangming Dao, which was abducted and deceived, and it was no different from local ruffians. ”

He finished memorizing a long paragraph of "text" and wiped off the wet foam at the corners of his mouth: "I don't know if it's true or not." ”

The last action inexplicably touched Duan Mingyue, and she coughed lightly: "It's hard for you to come here." ”

Yun Tian's eyes fell on the white cloth: "You can accompany him again, I'll go first." ”

His subordinates waited anxiously outside the door, and just when he couldn't help but want to sing a song "A Thousand Years Later", Yun Tiancai finally came out of the morgue.

As for Miss Duan, who is sick and frail, and is not afraid of death, in April, when she was not warm, she couldn't wait to change into a thin shirt, and the temperature in the morgue was low, and her face was frozen and bruised, turning into the color of Thanos.

"Have you been there?" , Duan Mingyue asked.

The subordinates didn't dare to slack off, and followed closely with small steps: "I've seen it, it's on the 16th floor." ”

"How?"

Entering the elevator, his subordinates trembled and stretched out their hands to the button on the first floor: "Forgive me for my clumsy eyes, I can't see it." ”

Duan Mingyue glanced at him and grabbed his wrist: "You are a bit similar to Zhang San, is it possible?" ”

"Miss is called the little Zhang Si."

Zhang Si glanced at the pale and thin hand on his wrist, and begged his ancestors for three generations, begging heaven and earth to bless him to tide over the difficulties safely, and he would not be on duty by this young lady's side if he was killed in the future.

Duan Mingyue said behind Zhang Si, "Go to the 16th floor." ”

"Yes, yes, the little one understands."

During the operation of the elevator, Zhang Si took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and presented it, Duan Mingyue took it and wiped the hand that had touched him just now, as soon as the elevator door opened, she walked out and signaled that she didn't need to follow.

Thankfully, life was saved. Zhang Si picked up the handkerchief he threw back and breathed a sigh of relief.

In the first ward, someone hummed and chirped and sang the dissonant "Suolin Sac", and there was no need to see who it was, there was only one patient in the ward, he was wrapped in a quilt, showing a head outside, swaying with the undulating tone.

Yuntian closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed: "I'll come to see you." ”

The patient stopped singing and rolled over in frustration, leaving Yuntian with the back of his head.

"Listening to your voice, my voice has recovered a lot."

The patient shakes his head.

Yun Tian sat down on the other side of the hospital bed without hesitation: "Can you recognize who I am?" ”

The patient came out of the quilt halfway, he was quite delicate, if he hadn't shaved his head like a labor prisoner, he would have been able to play Lin Daiyu in women's clothes.

"What about you? Can you recognize who I am? ”

Yun Tian replied, "Fu Yang." "Qianqian

"No, Fu Xiyi." , Fu Yang pulled his face and turned over again.

Yun Tian laughed and laughed: "I'm here to see you to spread pancakes?" ”

Fu Yang ignored it, and hummed the out-of-tune "Suolin Bag", Yun Tian said that his voice was better, but in fact, it was not, it was just a little better, and he still went out of tune when singing.

Who would have thought that it was this Fu Yang who was paralyzed on the hospital bed, stupid and stupid, or simply called him Fu Jieyi, ten years ago he sang the classical complex of the Yanxia people with a song "Wang Sun", and his dazzling appearance on the stage seemed to be yesterday, but in a blink of an eye, the good young man became a waste.

Yun Tian felt sad in his heart, and sang softly: "Folded the sick qin, ask Shaoguang..."

The sentence "Folding Ding Sick Qin" is the last lyric of "Wang Sun", this question word caused a lot of controversy at the time, only because when Fu Xie Yi first appeared on stage, the subtitles used "ask", but later he performed everywhere, and changed it to "smell", and has never been unified again.

Yuntian tucked the corners of the quilt for him: "Is it to smell or ask?" ”

Fu Yang took a sip of Vitasoy placed at the head of the bed, turned it back, looked into his eyes, and shook his head firmly.

Yun Tian didn't show any disappointed expression, and it seemed that he had already been mentally prepared: "People are crazy and their mouths are still so strict, you tell me the truth, did you not think about it when you wrote the song, and then you simply made a mistake?" ”

"I didn't come to see you for such a boring thing, Wei Qinghuan, do you remember?"

Fu Yang slowly slid into the quilt and nodded mechanically.

"She's dead, remember?" , cloudy sky is good and tempting.

Fu Yang had an imbalance in his spleen and stomach before he went insane, and his body was thin, and after he got sick, he was even cleared at a speed visible to the naked eye, and to this day, his eye sockets have deep depressions, like two blackened stagnant water.

This time, Fu Yang still nodded.

Yun Tian propped his elbows on the hospital bed: "Why did she die, do you remember?" ”

The other party struggled to think for a moment, then shook his head.

Fu Yang was very prone to seizures during the period when he first got sick, and when he had a seizure, he was hysterical and noisy, which made everyone uncomfortable, and the name Wei Qinghuan was even more taboo, and even similar pronunciations should be avoided as much as possible. However, a full ten years have passed, and ten years have smoothed out the edges and corners of a psychopath, and Fu Yang can only nod and shake his head now, and he doesn't even have much to say, let alone go crazy.

Yun Tian didn't know if it was a good thing for him.

"Back then, there was an executive parachuted into Yumian, named Liu Wenyan, whose ancestral home is Yihu, and you are also an artist in that company, haven't you heard any rumors?"

Wei Qinghuan held 8.32% of the company's shares before his death, and was one of the largest shareholders, and this executive was parachuted, and she died in a car accident, and the ownership of the equity was unknown after her death, coupled with the repeated appearance of the place name Yishui, and it was related to overseas churches, Yuntian felt that there were many doubts about the events of the year.

This time Fu Yang didn't nod or shake his head, he yawned, nestled comfortably into the quilt, and found the most suitable position for himself to lie down.

"Don't sleep yet." Yun Tian shook his shoulder.

"Anything else?" , Fu Yang opened his eyes tiredly, "I'm tired, let me sleep." ”

"Can't we talk a little longer?"

He complained with tears in his eyes: "No, sleepy..."

Yun Tian stopped talking, he forgot that Fu Yang was no longer the perpetual motion machine Fu Yang of the past.

"The greatest wisdom of the Yanxia people is moderation and checks and balances, but there is a sense of beauty that will only be shown when it reaches the extreme, requiring the most intense colors, the heaviest makeup, the most gorgeous stage, and the most complicated clothes."

Yun Tian leaned on a broken glass mirror, and he was stunned by his appearance.