"Finally home!" I sat on the couch with a decadent face, feeling like I had gone to the hospital, hung up on the bottle all afternoon, the high fever had subsided, but my heart was more tired......

Looking at my father and my mother, the moment they entered the house, they suddenly sat down and waited for the enemy, and each untied a red rope from their ankles.

"Sure enough......" My dad only said two words, and then fell into deep thought.

And I, however, felt that I had been slapped in the face of the dog food, and I couldn't help but show horror: "Wow! You two still have the problem of bringing a couple's red rope, and after almost 30 years of marriage, I only knew that you two still have such a loving side! ”

I had just finished speaking, and the words may not have fallen yet. My dad slapped me in the face with practical actions, he stood up by himself holding the cabinet, completely ignoring my mother, didn't help me, walked to the sofa and sat down, and looked through the red rope in his hand.

"Your dad is thin-skinned, if you say this, he will definitely not care about me, come over and help your wife and me up, squat to the ass!" My living mother, a person in her fifties, is almost fine, so it's not cute at all.

However, I didn't bother to go over, but lay down and looked half-dead.

I was lying comfortably when I heard my dad muttering on the side: "This blood line, if you encounter a demon, it will appear, and you can unlock all the spells when you get home, but unfortunately you can only use it once." ”

"So god? Anything else? Babies want it too! I couldn't help but roll over and look at the red thread in his hand and reach for it. As soon as the fingertip touched the red line, it suddenly disappeared!

My dad raised an eyebrow and stared at me, his fingers moving: "It looks like this blood line can be recycled." After speaking, he said to my mother, "Don't get up yet?" ”

"Can't you help me?" Maybe it was really painful, her face revealed unhappiness, lowered her head, and after a while, I saw that my dad really didn't help her, and ignored her, humming quietly in her mouth, she struggled to get up, and then walked back to her room without looking back.

For the awkwardness of the two, I have already adapted to it for more than 20 years, so I also went back to my room.

It was already late at night, and in a daze, I touched the thermometer next to my pillow and measured it to 37 degrees.

During the Qingming Festival, the weather was still a little cool, I wrapped my little quilt tightly, took out my mobile phone to look through it, and couldn't help but send a WeChat message to my husband: "Husband, I know you are in danger, but I can't do anything, I believe you will come back, the man I chose will not die so easily!" ”

No reply......

"I miss you so much!"

No reply......

"Husband, husband, husband!"

No reply......

"Waiting for you to come home, love you!"

No reply......

Touching his cheeks, the teardrops that slipped down the corners of his eyes were cold, and they lost their temperature when they left their eyes, just like this originally warm quilt, which lost its warmth when he left him.

Maybe it burned again, and I cried and cried and went to sleep, silent.

……

The next morning, my mother knocked on my door: "Hurry up, let's go to the hospital, we have to have blood drawn this morning, we must be there before 7 o'clock!" ”

I picked up my phone and looked at the time, just 6 o'clock, and measured my body temperature, more than 39 degrees, no wonder my throat hurts so much, my head is so dizzy, subconsciously I shouted: "Husband, I want to drink ......" Without waiting for me to finish, I reacted, and the person who took care of me at all times was still in danger and would not give me any response.

At 7 o'clock, I arrived at the hospital on time, said hello to the nurses, and lay back on the bed.

"Lingqiao!" The nurse confirms the name when entering the door.

I subconsciously sat up straight and replied, "Here!" ”

Four laughter came to mind, one was my mother, one was a patient named Xia Ying in the bed next to me, one was a nurse, and the other was Mo Feng!

As usual, I will definitely laugh along, or the laugh that is embarrassing and not rude, but now, I especially want to greet the eight generations of ancestors of a certain "person", no, eight lives are not enough, I want to greet his ancestors for eighteen generations!

The nurse groped around my arm, patted my left arm, patted my right, and sighed heavily: "You have too much meat, I can't even find a blood vessel." ”

Mo Feng then laughed, took a chair and sat on the edge of my bed, and reached out to probe my forehead: "Why did you burn again?" ”

I don't answer, I don't want to talk to the mentally retarded, hum!

As a result, he ignored me, and even said to the nurse: "Sister nurse, you can pierce it, she has thick skin, she can't prick it a few more times at a time, and if she can't give me the needle, I'll help you prick it." ”

Sure enough, the nurse was also controlled, and she didn't even prick me in the right place with 4 needles, and I didn't pull out a tube of blood.

I endured the pain and didn't say a word, and after two more injections, I simply pretended to be asleep, and I wouldn't even give Mo Feng a look.

Therefore, I didn't see Mo Feng's red eyes, nor did I see him take the needle from the nurse's hand, prick it at my vein, and then pull out the needle, the blood slowly flowed out of his arm, and then was licked clean by a pink tongue.

It wasn't until my face turned pale that he let go of me, plunged the needle into my veins again, pumped 9 full tubes of blood, and waved his hand for the nurse to take the blood and leave.

Xia Ying chuckled on the side: "They are really affectionate, they are newly married, right?" ”

My mom replied, "yes, it's just a few months of marriage, and it's a sweet time." ”

Then the two of them talked, and I had a needle in my arm, and no one noticed it.

Mo Feng is still sitting next to me, but he has changed his previous inconsistency, and the whole "person" is covered with a layer of serious color, and his face is sometimes ruddy, sometimes pale.

Smart me, secretly opened one eye, just to see the face of this blood-sucking pervert, is it ......

"Does my blood taste good?" I asked him, just to know if his current state of being like a madman was caused by drinking my blood, if so, I could tempt him to suck my blood after the infusion, and poison him is probably impossible, but at least it can have some effect on him, right? Moreover, you can also negotiate terms with him!

"Delicious, hehe!" Mo Feng licked his lips, and his face was full of unfinished words.

Here's my chance!

"If I die, won't you be bothered?" I kept my voice down, even though I knew that whatever I said would be automatically filtered into flirting and sweet talk, but when my mom came home, she would remember what had really happened, and if she did, she would have nagged her eardrums.

Mo Feng looked at me with a cold face, as if he wanted to find my true thoughts from my face.

"Don't look at it, you should know what I want to do, but you should also know that if you push me into a hurry, I don't care if the fish dies!" I pretended to be calm and fierce, as if I really would give up my life.

His scrutinizing gaze still wandered over my face, and finally he compromised, "If you are willing to give me your blood every day, I can let you see him." ”