Mao Zixie was so excited that he stammered and talked to He Ruge: "I, we won the award! Really won the award! Anrahhos Medical Award!"
He has already thought about what the title of the media is, "Younger is better than blue-Mao Zhengyi's grandson Mao Zixie won the Allahs Medical Award" "The youngest winner of the Allahs Prize in history"...
Oh no, He Ruge seems to be younger than him. But don't worry about so many details now! The second-youngest winner of the Allahos Medical Prize in history is also very good!
Mao Zixie was ecstatic, and the surging joy in his heart made him completely unable to maintain his human form. A chubby drug-seeking rat appeared in the study, spreading its feet and running wildly on the desk full of paper books.
He climbed up the thick medical books and walked over the manuscripts he had written over the years, his tiny eyes twinkling brightly. This drug-seeking rat walks on the mountain of books, and has the lofty pride of pointing out the country and writing passionately.
He did it. From childhood to adulthood, he has been chasing the pace of his grandfather. At this moment, he finally achieved the same achievement as his grandfather. He became the winner of the Anrahhos Medical Award and won the supreme honor!
Just when Mao Zixie's inner sense of accomplishment climbed to the top, a call interrupted his surging passion.
That is a communication video from Mao Zhengqi.
He is one of the few relatives of Mao Zixie in the world. Although this uncle who belongs to the family does not look down on him as a side member, except for attending the funeral of his grandfather, this uncle has never communicated with him over the years.
Mao Zixie made up his mind that his uncle was so angry that he was blowing his beard and staring, and he didn't want to believe that he lost to his junior. After experiencing all kinds of complicated inner struggles, he finally sent him a message.
It’s really thirty years of Hedong, thirty years of Hexi, don’t bully young poor!
Mao Zixie sat proudly on the mountain of books, and deliberately waited for the communication to sound for five seconds before connecting slowly. Before connecting, he was still thinking about what his uncle would say to him, and would he compliment him hard? Or put on a gesture and preach to him as an elder
All the messy and chaotic thoughts stopped at the first sentence my uncle said, the old, pedantic old drug-seeking rat who refused to bow his head all his life and didn’t know who he was angry with said: “Zixie, I hope I am dead, you are my coffin bearer, bury my tomb beside your grandfather's tomb."
"By the way, tomorrow is my funeral. After watching you accept the award, I... go and find him."
"Tell him that the grandson he rescued after giving his life and faith, upright, down-to-earth, and did not rely on any crooked ways, won the Allahoth Medical Prize.
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He Ruge was wearing a small dress, straightening his collar in front of the mirror, and a pair of pale hands stretched out from behind him to help He Ruge tie his tie. The hand holding the gun also has no trouble doing this kind of meticulous work.
The knuckled fingers were inserted into the dark blue bow tie. Against the background of the satin-like fabric, the originally pale complexion suddenly showed a somewhat calm look.
These hands were like the hands of a medieval nobleman, but He Ruge knew that the owner of the hands was definitely not a pampered nobleman. No nobleman would have so many calluses on his hands. Those calluses on his skin always easily made him tremble.
Why do you think of so many messy wastes in broad daylight? The guy behind must be too energetic.
He Ruge doesn't know what's going on recently, he has never been as sensitive as he is now.
"Go and hug the balls." He Ruge pressed his elbow against the other's firm chest, and Xi Guican rubbed He Ruge's face with nostalgia. He always liked to rub He Ruge like this, feeling the silky smooth skin and sniffing the faint fragrance behind his neck and ears.
How Ruge is soft. He looks thin, but it is very soft and comfortable to hold in his arms. He has been holding this person yesterday. From day to night, the light projected from the gaps in the curtains changes all the time, and the young man's soft voice Getting hoarse, he heard the man cry in pieces.
His soft body was trembling slightly, his toes were curled up, He Ruge wrapped his arms around his neck and kept saying no, in a low voice, and in the end he kicked him with his feet, as if he was in a hurry to bite. rabbit. He grabbed the other's limp feet and forcibly pulled the trembling young man back.
After swiping the sensitivity all the way to over 70, Xi Guican finally realized the joy of being highly sensitive.
After hugging He Ruge, Xi Guican walked towards the lonely egg.
At this moment, half of the eggs are quiet white and the other half are lively yellow. The two-color egg also wore a dress with a small black bow tie on it.
Xi Guican was jealous and tugged at the clothes on Dandan's body. He Ruge had made more than a dozen clothes for Dandan, and now he only has one pitiful one.
However, there is a legitimate reason for He Ruge to make clothes for Dandan so frequently—
Today He Ruge is going to attend the award ceremony of the Anrahhos Medical Prize. This awards ceremony is similar to walking the red carpet. Although there are no spotlights on earth to blind people, and no reporters carrying long guns and short guns, its attention is only higher than that of any red carpet on earth. .
At this time, the focus of the audience was on He Ruge, one of the winners of the Anrahhos Medical Prize.
The world is stunning, and the chaos is youthful.
Born in the Seventeen Stars, a legendary figure who was really exposed to the world during the Second Star Wars.
The first anchor to bring the cold theme hot on the live broadcast of Star Network.
Only exists in the legendary mermaid clan.
The most beautiful clear stream in the era of violent aesthetics.
With the exotic image of black hair and black eyes, he broke the traditional aesthetics of Interstellar, and was hailed as "the most beautiful person in the world" by the interstellar masses in the latest StarNet poll.
He Ruge came into contact with the "Spiritual Consciousness Sea Sonic Therapy Technology", which originated from Mao Zixie, the attending physician of his lover, Marshal Xi, the youngest academician of the Academy.
In this cooperation, with the voice of nature, he sang He Ruge, the handed down battle song, and found that his singing can cure mental illness. He actively invests in research and has made great contributions to the treatment of mental illness in the interstellar age.
This is a real man who combines beauty and talent.
His beauty is not used to flatter and please the world, but a lotus that emerges from the mud and does not stain, and is clean and not demonic.
He Ruge didn't know the rainbow farts of onlookers towards him, he held Xi Guican's hand, and Xi Guican held He Ruge in one hand and Eggy in the other. The apple-sized egg is dressed in tiny clothes and looks like a decorative doll.
He Ruge and Xi Guican did not announce the existence of Dandan to the public, and the interstellar masses who did not know the truth expressed that the dolls in Xi Guican's hands were well matched. After the awards, the merchants also launched the same style of Dandan, and there are all kinds of Dandan wearing a variety of clothes.
Later, when the cubs who owned the egg dolls grew up, they could proudly say, Eggy was my childhood playmate, what, you don't know who Eggy is? This is the child of He Ruge and Marshal Xi! The proud people who sat on the finish line at birth...
But the current He Ruge still doesn't know that Dandan's childhood playmates are all over the world. His eyes swept across the scene and fell on Mao Zixie's back.
Mao Zixie rarely wears a suit. He Ruge thought that he would see each other's smiling faces when he walked over, but unexpectedly, Mao Zixie's eyes were swollen, his expression was haggard, and his spirit seemed to be overwhelmed. Burn out the fire.
He Ruge always heard a description in the past, saying that this person used to have light in his eyes. He couldn't understand it deeply before, but now looking at Mao Zixie's bloodshot eyeballs, he suddenly understood the meaning of the description.
"What's wrong with you?" He Ruge asked cautiously.
Mao Zixie squeezed a smile at him, obviously the person who should be the most happy today, but at this moment he smiled like a loser.
He Ruge looked at Mao Zixie, looked at the man's trembling hand, and said softly, "Are you nervous about the acceptance speech later? Why don't you take out the manuscript you typed before going on stage? How many times have you practiced?"
"...Yes, you should practice more." Mao Zixie's voice was dry.
He Ruge was very worried about the state of Mao Zixie, and he vaguely felt that something unexpected would happen next. When He Ruge came to the stage to express his thoughts, when it was Mao Zixie's turn to speak, He Ruge's unknown premonition was fulfilled.
Mao Zixie, dressed in black, put the trophy on the stage, but amid the exclamations of the crowd, he suddenly knelt down, facing the trophy, unable to kneel for a long time.
"My name is Mao Zixie. I am honored to be able to receive the Anrahhos Medical Prize. This is my pursuit in my past life, and it is also the pursuit of our Mao family."
"Seventeen years ago, the winner of the Anrahhos Medical Prize was my grandfather Mao Zhengyi. He used to be my idol, my goal, my tree, my lighthouse, and my glory."
"My grandfather's name is Mao Zhengyi. He is also engaged in research in the field of spiritual consciousness. So far, his research results are still the biggest pillar of spiritual consciousness research. I used to be proud of my grandfather. Without me today, I suffered from Carnosto Syndrome when I was a child. It was my grandfather who changed his research field for half his life. He resolutely engaged in research on the sea of spiritual consciousness, cracked the code of death, and took me back from the hand of the god of death. ."
"I admire my grandfather very much. My biggest regret is that my grandfather passed away suddenly. My son wanted to support him but he couldn't wait for him. My grandfather left me when I was young and ignorant."
"But my father rarely mentioned grandpa."
"My father died last year at the age of sixty. He committed suicide. He was a doctor who treated patients for many years without compensation. He went to the poorest areas of the poor galaxy."
"He always said we had sins on our backs, he said he was atonement, but the sins were so deep that it seemed like nothing could be done. One day, I saw his body lying in the bathtub. His hands and wrists were cut six centimeters apart. , he is a doctor, and he knows exactly where to cut his wrist. The bathtub was stained with blood, and I stared into his scattered eyes and saw a strange relief."
"My father is gone, taking away the memory, but not the sin. Sin is a brand that flows in the blood, is engraved in the bone marrow, and lasts forever from generation to generation."
"As long as I am alive, as long as I have descendants, then this sin called human experimentation will flow in this world forever and ever..."
"To defile this world with a stench."
With his forehead pressed against the ground, he trembled: "I... guilty."