After an unknown amount of time, He Yan slowly opened his eyes.
There is a blank white in front of his eyes.
The sea of spirits is still a piece of tiny starburst fragments, this level of damage is enough to cause brain death, but he still can think logically and clearly for some reason.
There was still a faint tingling pain in his head, but it was still within the tolerable range. Before He Yan could figure out why he couldn't see anything, his attention was occupied by a lot of information popping up in his mind.
After reading the information in a few minutes, he first struggled to squeeze out a little mental power to temporarily restore his vision. There is only an extremely thin layer of spiritual power lingering in the broken spiritual sea, which is no longer able to repair this weak body after being used to restore vision.
After recovering his eyesight, He Yan quickly looked around the room he was in. Pale ceilings, pale sheets, and very outdated ancient earth healing equipment.
Sure enough, this was no longer the world he knew.
Looking back, the timetable by the bed clearly shows the words 18:30 Beijing time. Beijing, the capital of China in the last century of the ancient earth, he had learned this bit of historical knowledge from history books.
He was originally the admiral of the Third Fleet of the Alliance Army. After a defeat on the battlefield due to an intelligence error, he was unfortunately killed by the enemy in the meteorite belt in order to cover the retreat of the team members, but somehow he reappeared in a strange place After waking up, I even... Suspected of traveling through time and space, I returned to the ancient earth four thousand years ago.
He turned his head to look at the transparent glass window next to him. It was getting late outside the window at this time. Through the gray-blue sky, the glass window clearly reflected a handsome young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, pale complexion, and blue and white stripes. The hospital gown hung loosely on his body, exposing his fair neck and deep collarbone, making him look even thinner.
Suddenly, the boy bent his lips and showed a relieved smile.
No matter what opportunity brought him to this era that exists in history textbooks, and he has some memories of the future, it is always a lucky thing to be able to get a second life.
He Yan reorganized the information that flooded into his mind just now.
This body was originally named Mo Qi. He is seventeen years old this year. He is the heir of a branch of the Mo family. His parents passed away in a plane crash three years ago. Now he is being raised by his uncle Mo Tiangao and his wife Shen Cuiwei from another branch of the Mo family. Gao and Shen Cuiwei have an only daughter named Mo Lanyu, who is nineteen years old and is a sophomore in college.
It's just that these two temporary caregivers don't seem to be particularly friendly to Mo Qi.
Mo Qi was admitted to the hospital because of "sudden blindness" this time, and it was his two caregivers who did it.
After briefly looking at "Mo Qi"'s future experience, He Yan couldn't help frowning, but within a few minutes, he couldn't help the weakness of his body and the extreme exhaustion in his mind, and fell on his back on the bed.
Yawning tiredly, He Yan pulled up the quilt. Restoring his eyesight took all the energy he could mobilize now. He was so tired that he didn't even want to open his eyes, and he didn't have the energy to think about this body. I just want to get a good night's sleep.
However, just as he closed his eyes, he heard a sound from outside the door, followed by the sound of the door being opened.
He Yan closed his eyes, and frowned unhappily at being disturbed in his sleep. He replayed Mo Qi's experience in his mind, and quickly guessed the identity of the person who came.
— Mo Yitao, the head of the Mo family who took office two years ago.
After thinking for a while, he didn't open his eyes.
Through mental power, the figure of the visitor clearly appeared in his mental sea.
The man who opened the door was tall and tall, with a sharp silhouette like a knife, and his eyes were full of indifference. He was wearing a silver-gray suit, but he didn't wear a tie. He unbuttoned his shirt to the third button, revealing Sexy collarbone.
A very imposing person, looks very difficult to deal with. He Yan came to a conclusion.
Behind him was a man slightly shorter than him, gentle and handsome, with a gentle temperament, he should be an assistant.
Mo Yitao walked slowly to the hospital bed, and looked down at the sleeping boy on the bed.
A look of surprise gradually appeared in his eyes.
The young man's face was morbidly pale, his facial features were exquisite and small, and there was a faint look of tiredness between his brows. He was a little thin, curled up slightly and lay on his side, and the whole person nestled on the bed only made the quilt slightly bulge, soft. A few strands of his clean short black hair were curled up, making him look a little dazed again.
Like... .. a very cute little milk cat.
He stood by the bed and looked at the young man for a while, then sat by the bed again, bending down slightly.
The boy's eyelashes were thick and slightly curled like a small fan, and his flesh pink lips were slightly pouty. The man looked at it for a long time, and finally stretched out his hand to pull the quilt that touched his chin and didn't need to be pulled for the boy.
He kept his eyes on the young man's exquisite face, and couldn't help feeling a strange feeling in his heart.
He had met Mo Qi before. Although he doesn't like to associate with those people with different thoughts, according to the usual practice, every year on the first day of the new year, the people in the branch will go back to the main house to pay New Year's greetings, so at that time, for the sake of face, he will also be with the Mo family. Those countless branches greeted each other politely. The first time he met this child was in the New Year a few years ago.
In his impression, Mo Qi has been a child with a low sense of existence since he was a child. Because of his poor health, he has a shy personality and doesn't like to communicate with others. get in a word. Mo's father's company had business contacts with him, and the two were considered to be familiar with each other before Mo's father's accident, so he actually saw Mo Qi not infrequently. But in the past few years, this young man failed to leave any deep impression in his mind, only to the extent that he could recognize each other when they met, and the words they said to each other could be counted on one hand. Even this time, it was because of his friendship with Mo's father during his lifetime that he took less than half an hour to visit this sick child in the hospital under the reminder of his assistant.
But this time, just seeing the boy's sleeping face, his perception of the boy has changed. The gray image that has always existed in the corner of his field of vision, at this moment, is suddenly dyed with color and becomes vivid. Come alive.
On the side, the assistant who followed Mo Yitao watched his boss's series of actions, the expression on his handsome face was slightly distorted, and his heart was very tangled.
He deeply doubts that the one who said he came to visit the boy just out of courtesy before coming here, just to make a superficial effort, is the same as the one who is now staring at the boy with green eyes like a pervert and touching the unconscious boy Is this really the same person