It's approaching night.

The wind was a little noisy, coming in waves like waves, whistling on the windows, upsetting people.

Xia Qing sat on the edge of the hospital bed, quietly looking at the ceiling in a daze.

As for the one lying on the bed, it was a little girl of about two or three years old, with two playful pigtails, wearing a pink princess dress and pink makeup, which looked like a doll from a distance.

Xia Qing is not a red scarf for righteousness and bravery.

Merely......

When I saw that this little girl was almost abducted by traffickers, there were tears still flashing in her black eyes, and finally I couldn't help but help.

"It's a pity that such a cute child is really trafficked."

Xia Qing pursed her lips.

There was a helpless smile on her delicate face: "It's a pity, in the end, I still couldn't escape the devastation of the disease." ”

He would have wanted to bring the little girl back.

Unexpectedly, before she got home, the girl suddenly fell into a coma, and the current situation happened.

Even the doctor couldn't detect any symptoms, and he couldn't revive her, so he could only be temporarily hospitalized for observation, and in order to pay the hospitalization fee, he also took two months' salary.

"I have to go to work tomorrow morning."

Xia Qing yawned.

After tossing for a day, he was also a little tired, and when he was just about to get up and go home to sleep, the corner of his eye suddenly caught a glimpse of the little girl's delicate face.

"Alas......"

In the end, he sighed: "I'll stay with you for one more night." ”

After thinking about it for a long time, he decided to sit back down.

Although after an afternoon, there were still no relatives of the girl coming to the door, so that Xia Qing no longer had much hope for this idea, but she still couldn't bear to throw herself here.

Xia Qing put the phone that was about to run out of battery into his backpack and took out his diary.

The night when you can't surf the Internet is really boring, but fortunately, Xia Qing boasts that her life is regular, so she has a habit of writing a diary since she was a child, and she can pass the time.

When she was a child, Xia Qing's dream was to be a writer.

But as it gets bigger and bigger, the oppression of life also makes him breathless, because of the fact that he has no car, no house and no deposit, he is looked down upon by his father-in-law and mother-in-law, and his girlfriend also runs away with a rich second generation, so he can only give up his dream, and at the same time give up his studies to send couriers.

"Huh......"

"Where's the pen?"

Xia Qing scratched his head.

After rummaging for a long time, I found that the pen that was originally in the backpack was missing.

"What the hell is this......

Xia Qing fixed his eyes.

I found something that couldn't have been inside the bag.

"It's ......"

"Rolling pin?"

He confirmed that there was no such thing at home.

Even if there were, no one would choose to bring a rolling pin with them when they went out, right?!

"But this rolling pin seems to be a little small."

Xia Qing raised her eyebrows.

He shook it twice, but one didn't hold it steady, and fell directly from the palm of his hand, and just when he was worried about whether the diary would be smashed, he was surprised to find that two strokes appeared on the notebook.

"......"

"This thing is a pen?! What a pen?! ”

Xia Qing's eyes widened.

It's not an exaggeration, he has lived for more than 20 years, and it's really the first time I've seen a pen like this, this thing looks like a rolling pin, who can use it?

He took the 'rolling pin' back in his hand.

I looked at it for a long time.

In the end, it was decided to use it for the time being.

"On June 5th, the weather was fine, and I rescued a little girl on the side of the road......"

Xia Qing's diary is quite casual, basically writing wherever he wants, if he doesn't have any pen power, he won't give up his dream of being a writer in advance.

"Alas......"

Wait for Xia Qing to raise her eyes again.

The sky is already dark.

He glanced at the little girl who had not yet woken up, and could only sigh, his eyebrows lowered.

"Little cutie, I can't accompany you."

He glanced at his watch.

If you don't go to work again, you will probably be late, and I shudder when I think of the angry appearance of the big-bellied boss.

"It's a pity that such a cute child doesn't even know what his name is."

Just when Xia Qing sighed.

He suddenly felt a warm sensation from the pen in his hand.

At the same time, a line of information inexplicably appeared in my mind:

"Fang Mengmeng, female, riddled with illness, died violently, and the time of death ......"

"Six o'clock this morning!"

Xia Qing's heart was shocked.

He subconsciously glanced at the time.

5:50.

If she is not treated, I am afraid that this little girl will really have to leave.

"That's not right......"

"How do I know so much?"

Xia Qing shook his head.

He was almost certain that there would never be any magical episodes such as aliens entering his body, and then he remembered the wonderful sensation that spread from the palm of his hand to his whole body, and finally his eyes fell on the pen in his hand.

At the same time, there are eight words:

"Change your life against the sky, and judge life and death."

"What the hell ......"

Xia Qing's eyes were full of bloodshots:

"Judge's pen?!"

He swallowed.

It wasn't until now that Xia Qing discovered that the word 'judge' was engraved on the side of this pen, but it only appeared for a moment and disappeared.

"No...... right"

"Now is not the time to think about that."

Xia Qing observed the time again.

There were only four or five minutes left.

And the little girl named Fang Mengmeng's face became more and more pale, even if she was unconscious, she could feel it from the gradually decreasing body temperature and bloodless skin, and she should be short in life.

"It doesn't matter if it's true or not."

Xia Qing picked up the pen directly.

If this thing is fake, it is just a dream or someone's prank, but if it is true, it is a life-saving.

In the face of such a big event......

He decided to give it a try anyway.

The pen walks the dragon snake.

Almost as quickly as he could, he wrote a line on the back page of the journal:

"Fang Mengmeng, female, recovered from a serious illness."

"Wake up at six o'clock in the morning."

After writing.

Xia Qing breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

Then he glanced at the little girl on the hospital bed, and it was no different from just now.

"It's weird."

"I would believe it."

Xia Qing shrugged his shoulders.

Sure enough.

It's still a prank.

Although there was indeed a magical force driving Xia Qing to pick up the pen and write this line just now, he still didn't want to believe that there were ghosts and gods in this world, and it would happen to him.

Just as he stood up and prepared to leave.

Behind him, a beautiful female voice like spring water suddenly came:

"Who are you?"

"What are you doing to my kids?!"

Xia Qing turned his head.

Talking is a beautiful figure standing at the door, dressed fashionably and pretty, with long shawl hair, even if you can't see your appearance while wearing sunglasses, you will be attracted by the hot body, whether it is a thin waist or long legs tightened by a pair of sky blue skinny jeans, people can't take their eyes off.

In fact.

Fang Shuying had already come over.

It would take her more than ten minutes to stand at the door of the ward.

After receiving the news that the child was hospitalized, he immediately ran over non-stop, and saw this young man accompanying Mengmeng from a distance.

"He must be a good Samaritan."

Fang Shuying knew.

A kind person rescued Meng Meng and sent the child to the hospital, she came here to take the child away, and on the other hand, she also wanted to thank her.

But just when she wanted to see what this kind man looked like, she heard the other party's self-talk.

"Alas......"

"I guess it's an autistic child, a little withdrawn, so I can only talk to myself."

Fang Shuying was a little helpless.

She does not discriminate against such people, but has some sympathy.

But at this time......

This strange young man, who had been talking to himself, actually took out a ...... from his backpack Rolling pin?!

"What is he going to do?!"

Fang Shuying's beautiful eyes widened.

She saw with her own eyes that this young man, who had thought he was kind, was actually holding a rolling pin and gesturing next to the cute hospital bed.

"Is this going to be done?!"

She couldn't hold back.

Kicked the door and walked in.

At the same time.

Before Xia Qing could react, the needle on the wall fell exactly at six o'clock.

The little girl who was lying on the bed also opened her eyes.