He walked into the living room in a bathrobe and sat on the sofa. The electronic clock on the wall showed at 22 o'clock. Lu Jia rubbed his head and thought that he might have slept for several hours after he came out of the hunting ground.

Noodles are cooked on the stove in the kitchen - Lu Jia doesn't like eating this kind of thing, but his hunger has been maintained for twenty hours. He has to replenish his energy. It is not good to feel drowsy when he wakes up.

I touched the phone that had just been charged with a single grid on the sofa, pressed the switch, and more than a dozen text messages popped up.

Lu Jia opened and read it one by one, let out a breath, threw his phone aside, and collapsed on the dusty sofa.

The thoughts in my mind were sorted out bit by bit, and the noodles in the pot were boiled. Lu Jia took out a bowl, rinsed it with water a few times, poured some hot sauce and mixed it, and then ate it into her stomach.

He put on his coat, opened the door and walked down the stairs, and walked out of the doorway, a cold wind blew towards him, and the little heat that had gone down when he ate noodles quickly dissipated.

...

Just like most single-story hospitals, the inpatient department of the municipal hospital is located on the top floor.

A lot of popularity was stolen by the Central Sea in the north. Donggang is just a small city. Even the most popular central hospital in the city still has few patients. The old man who is guarding the door is still blurred and has no energy.

The lights in the ward were turned off, and the dark room could not see the face inside. Lu Jia was covered in the moonlight, listening to the faint and calm breathing on the bed in his ears, but his heart was mixed. When he opened his eyes, the beautiful middle-aged woman who was accompanying him handed a cup of hot water and put it in front of him.

Looking at the dark hospital bed, Lu Jia was a little depressed, and his voice was as if more than a dozen big stones had fallen: "What do you think?"

"It's okay." The woman sighed and whispered: "The dangerous period has passed. As long as there is no recurrence in the next half month, you can be discharged from the hospital."

"Nothing happens..." Lu Jia murmured, looking up at the grid on the ceiling, and gently lit his fingers on the windowsill.

The surgery I had last month was already the last time. The next time I started to have an illness, I guess...

Lu Jia felt sad, the person on the bed turned over the quilt, coughed a few times, and woke up:

"Xiao Jia..."

"Mom." Lu Jia sat at the head of the bed, his hands were cold.

He coughed hoarsely, and the woman on the bed opened her eyes. Although there was only a little moonlight in the room, she could still see that these eyes were very bright, with water-like eyes on Lu Jia's face: "Is it so late yet yet?"

"I have something to do during the day, come and have a look at it at night." Lu Jia smiled unnaturally: "Are you feeling a little better?"

The woman on the bed mumbled her lips twice, as if she had something to say to her mouth.

Lu Jia lowered his head slightly, and the mother and son were silent. Occasionally, one or two coughs broke the silence. The woman next to him couldn't bear the atmosphere and said with a forced smile: "Hey, you two are really fun, you two don't say anything when you meet every day. If I don't say anything, can you see you go tomorrow morning?"

Lu Jia's mother smiled, supported her arms on the bed and gently hugged Lu Jia's neck. Unpredictable, Lu Jia blushed for a moment.

The pale face, which was so close, was very gentle. When Lu Jia felt the floating high temperature coming from his body, he felt a sense of coldness in his heart. He knew that in his mother's heart, there would be fewer and fewer things in this way in the future.

"Mom, I'll be here to accompany you tonight."

"There will be no classes tomorrow?"

"Today Friday. You lie down first."

The woman nodded, let go of Lu Jia's neck, and gently helped her mother lie down. Lu Jia packed up the bedding on the empty bedside. The woman next to the bed smiled at him, turned around and walked out of the ward.

...

"You've made a choice?"

In the morning, in the bathroom of the hospital, a man in a white-clothed masked man floating in the air looked down at the boy next to the sink, his tone full of playfulness.

"Choose?" Lu Jia smiled, his smile cold and stoic, but his tone was calm: "What do you think I'm here to do?"

"Oh~ Why did the tone suddenly go wrong?" 307 was still full of smiles: "I am just an agent, where can I interfere with your choice? Whether you are here to urge yourself to make a choice or eliminate hesitation, these have nothing to do with me. All I care about is your choice."

"It's like a dialog box popping up in a PC game. The reaction is only related to my last click. As for why I clicked that option, what I thought when I clicked, it was not within your jurisdiction..." Lu Jia said slowly: "It's a foolish behavior to have a sensory conversation with a 'program. Do you mean that?"

"You can understand this way." 307 nodded, and the smile behind the mask seemed to be even brighter.

"I'm not that stupid, nor that rich feeling."

After Lu Jia finished speaking, he silently poured cold water on his face. His iPhone was lying flat beside the pool. A written text message had been on the screen for a long time.

Lu Jia closed his eyes slightly, picked up his phone and sent the text message, then raised his head and looked at the dilapidated light tubes in the bathroom ceiling.

The hospital in a small place has been in disrepair for many years, and I don’t know how much maintenance fees have been lost. The light tube has leaked. Although it is still on, the broken light leaks out from the hole, as if it may be extinguished at any time.

"The things that are persistent in disappearing, are melancholy in the future, are confused in front of you, are confused in the distance, are never clear about your own affairs. Although the end has been determined, few people know where they will go in the future. People who think they are drifting with the flow do not know the direction, but those who think they are strangling the throat of fate are essentially following the flow unconsciously... You see, this is an interesting human being." Looking at Lu Jia's actions, another string of creepy laughter floated out from behind the mask of 307.

His eyes stared at the mobile phone screen that had already entered standby mode. Lu Jia's eyes seemed to have turned into two nails, nailed into the empty black screen, and reflected a pair of cold pupils like liquid crystal: "Is this the theory of death?"

"certainly."

"He is just an ordinary person who peeks at the emotions of mortals." Lu Jia put away the iPhone in his hand and walked out of the bathroom.

"Tsk..." 307 was stunned and floated in place for a long time before he exclaimed again: "This is really surprising... arrogant statement."

...

——"Mumu."

——"?I'm tutoring."

...

...

……"What's up?"

…”?”

… “Jia, why don’t you speak?”

… “???!!!???? Jia! Are you here?”

——"Oh, I want to say... Tang Mu

…Let’s end, that’s it, 8.”

Dong.

The blonde young Western man moved his eyes from the full English book in his hand, fell to his cell phone that fell on the floor under the desk, and then turned to the girl's face above the desk.

The girl looks beautiful, and her curved eyebrows highlight a kind of gentleness unique to oriental women. Her bright eyes are like a pool of water, while her short hair is like a dragonfly jumping on the pool, adding a little liveliness to the tranquility and looks like a painting.

This is a very beautiful girl, but her face is full of panic and shock, which makes people want to comfort her.

However, the blonde man did not notice this first time. He knocked on the table with an angry expression: "Ms. Helen, although your homework level is not a big problem passing the Ivy League entrance exam, it does not mean that you can deal with your studies with such a negligent attitude. The first impression of Americans when looking at people is definitely not your score."

"Sir, I'm sorry."

The trembling voice made the blonde young man notice something strange. He looked at the girl's pale and beautiful face and the cell phone that fell to the ground. The expression of displeasure on his face faded, but instead he was solemn: "Miss Helen, what happened?"

Tang Mu opened his mouth, a faint hesitation and deep confusion appeared in his translucent eyes. He realized that the girl was unwilling to say more, and the Westerner shrugged: "Okay, Helen, no matter what happened, with your current mood, our course can no longer continue. So you should handle your private matters first and then focus on me."

He pointed to his book, put on his suit, and walked out of the study gracefully.

The slight sound of the door closing made Tang Mu tremble like an electric shock. She lowered her head and picked up the same valuable smart tablet, and repeatedly looked at the text message with an incredible look, her face getting paler.

Finish……?
Chapter completed!