Xi Guican did not immediately go offline as usual. He stood in the dark corridor, his blue eyes emitting a cold light, like the fire of hell.
It's so dark here.
After he turned into a humanoid, He Ruge stopped sleeping with him. Without He Ruge, the life that had been changed didn't seem to be any different.
He wants to see He Ruge, no matter what, as long as he can meet him, even if he looks at him from a distance, the surging negative emotions will fade like a tide.
The desire in his heart drove Xi Guican to take the first step. He walked faster and faster, and couldn't wait to walk to the end of the corridor. Xi Guican walked to the door of the monitoring room and pressed his palm against the cold door.
Coming to He Ruge late at night would scare him.
The hands are slowly withdrawn.
Xi Guican stood in front of the door and held his breath, the tiger's ear trembled slightly, he put the tiger's ear against the door, poured energy into the tiger's ear, and listened intently, but did not hear He Ruge's heartbeat.
He remembered He Ruge's heartbeat, thump, thump, not in a hurry, fresh and powerful, he also remembered He Ruge's breathing, which was as long as the spring wind, and he still remembered He Ruge's footsteps, which were a little procrastinated The sound was lazy, like He Ruge, who slowly walked into his heart, stayed there, and never moved his nest again.
But now there is nothing, the monitoring room is just an empty house, empty and unable to keep any sound from He Ruge.
Where are you
Didn't you promise me? You will definitely tell me before you leave next time.
It would be nice if all of this wasn't a game, so that he could stay by He Ruge's side anytime, anywhere, just like a giant dragon entrenched on his treasure, even in the dank and dark dragon cave, he could live contentedly every day. He is willing to spend all his time kissing He Ruge, like a miser counting his money day after day.
Xi Guican quit the game, alone in a daze in the silent late night. In the empty room, there seemed to be countless ghosts lurking in the darkness. He turned on all the lights, but he still felt that it was not bright enough.
There is a bag of newly bought fruit candies on hand, all of which are sweet strawberry flavors. Xi Guican sat on the lid of the game cabin, and for a moment he thought he was sitting on a long coffin, buried with the dead in the past.
He put a candy in his mouth, and there was no emotion on his face, and the candy was shattered by the clacking of his teeth. A little sweetness fills the mouth, and after tasting the sweetest things in the world, there is little pleasure these candies can provide.
Sure enough, only ignorant and weak children are easily coaxed by a candy. Adults have seen many things sweeter than sugar, and their appetites have been fed little by little. So it was his luck and his misfortune to meet He Ruge.
Xi Guican poured more than a dozen candies into his mouth and chewed it expressionlessly. In the artificial sweetness, he closed his eyes. If it was too sweet, it would have caused pain, similar to eating spicy food. feel. After sitting on the hard game cabin for a long time, her butt felt a little numb. Perhaps the last time she saw the drug-seeking rat Mao Zhengyong tonight, Xi Guican suddenly thought of the drug-seeking rat Maozi Association, who was currently in charge of her illness.
That daring drug-seeking rat would often tell him some small health knowledge tremblingly. For example, "Ten men and nine hemorrhoids", tell him not to sit often during his recovery, but to go out for more walks. If he does get hemorrhoids, he should not be afraid of the disease, because this drug-seeking rat knows the holy hand of hemorrhoids.
In the past, Xi Gui Can never noticed one thing, that is, Mao Zixie and Mao Zhengyi's eyebrows are three-pointed. Mao Zixie always flinched when he saw him, but Mao Zhengyi was calm.
But when Xi Guican ignored the difference in temperament between the two, he really found that Mao Zhengyi and Mao Zixie were very similar.
And they are all named Mao.
The surname Mao is not a common surname in the drug-seeking rat family.
Xi Guican called Mao Zixie in the middle of the night. The giant squirrel, who was sleeping soundly in the quilt, was woken up by the "Xi Guican's exclusive ringtone". He whispered, "Major General Xi, are you feeling any discomfort right now? If it's convenient for you, I'll come right now."
In the video call, the drug-seeking rat with a face full of gratification may be more than three-point similar to Mao Zhengyi. If you only look at the facial features, it can already reach six-point similarity. Temperament really has a huge impact on appearance.
Xi Guican's long silence made Mao Zixie not dare to let out the air. When he was about to lose his breath, he suddenly heard the man in front of him who was like an emperor coldly giving orders: "Tell me everything you know about Mao Zhengyi. I."
Mao Zixie: "... eh?"
Mao Zixie scratched his head and sneered: "Why did you ask my grandfather all of a sudden? But you are asking the right person. No one else knows about this matter."
The word "Grandpa" stirred up thousands of waves in Xi Guican's heart, but even if he was a huge wave inside, his surface was still calm.
"My grandfather is the pride of our Mao family!" When he mentioned Mao Zhengyong, Mao Zixie's eyebrows suddenly disappeared a lot. He raised his small chest and saw the appearance of Xi Guican's iceberg, like a punctured balloon He slumped: "Major General Xi, do you know the 'Allahhos Medical Prize'? This is the greatest honor in our medical field, and my grandfather was the recipient of the Allahhos Medical Prize seventeen years ago!"
Xi Guican did not speak.
"My grandfather has made great contributions to the field of spiritual consciousness research. Everyone says he is a genius, because no one has such a profound understanding of these fields!" Mao Zixie's eyes were full of admiration.
"It is because of my grandfather that I chose to study the field of spiritual consciousness, but I am relatively stupid." He became frustrated again, "I can't understand many things, and all concepts in the field of spiritual consciousness are illusory. Yes, and there is no chance for practice. I think my grandfather is really amazing, how did he come up with so many things out of thin air? I would definitely not be able to do it for me. "
When it comes to his grandfather, Mao Zixie's state has relaxed a lot, and even the address of Xi Guican has changed from "you" to "you" unconsciously.
"Speaking of which, Major General Xi, you are a sweet treat in our eyes." Mao Zixie looked at Xi Guican, and smiled a little embarrassedly: "Because your disease is so rare, it's hard to come by, and everyone is rushing to be the one. Your attending physician. You know, you are the second person in the history of the entire planet to suffer from this disease! The first one was a patient my grandfather met seventeen years ago, it is said to be a small patient... "
His pupils shrank suddenly, Mao Zixie was still talking endlessly, but Xi Guican's memory suddenly returned to many years ago. When he came out of the brainwashing room and was sent to the infirmary, Mao Zhengyi gave him the diagnosis results. It seems to be-
Swirl mental emptiness!
This memory is vague, because at that time he was controlled by the monster in his body, and all the memories handled by the monster added a nightmarish false and crazy color.
As a result, he entered the infirmary many years later, and when he heard the name of the disease, he did not recall the past experience at all.
"... It is said that a small patient suffered from swirl mental cavitation. He was the first patient in the whole interstellar space. Grandpa used his own method to treat his sea of spiritual consciousness, but that method has great flaws. After receiving a specific stimulus, the condition will relapse, and there is almost no cure. Grandpa wrote in his notes that if that day really happened, even if he tried his best to save it, he could not save it from the god of death. Take that life back."
"Where are the notes?!" Xi Guican's sudden increase in volume startled Mao Zixie. The drug-seeking rat was cowardly again, and he glanced at Xi Guican cautiously, "... I have the pen and notes here, but this note is incomplete, half of it was torn off and taken away. The half that was taken away should be They are all more important things, because the notes in the first half of my hand are actually more like diaries."
"Who took it away?!" Xi Guican faintly felt that he had grasped a very important thing. The truth of many years ago seemed to be in front of him, and the thick fog was illuminated by a beam of light.
"I really don't know about this. My dad didn't tell me." Mao Zixie said sincerely.
"I want to see your father." Even if the other person's mouth was a clam shell, Xi Guican would knock him open.
Mao Zixie's eyes suddenly dimmed, and he whispered, "My dad committed suicide last year."
"He said that my grandfather made a mistake and asked the Mao family to pay it back. My dad is very superstitious. He always thinks that the father's debt should be paid by the son. If the son does not pay, the grandson has to pay it back. From generation to generation, everyone will Carrying sins. My dad has been treating patients for free for many years, and he has gone to the poorest areas in the poor galaxy. Last year, he was about to be sixty years old. My dad said he shouldn't have lived so long."
"So he chose to kill himself."
"Actually, I have always wondered what mistakes my grandfather made. In my eyes, my grandfather is my hero. My father said that when I was five years old, there was a problem with my spiritual knowledge and I became a vegetative person. I Grandpa did not study the sea of spiritual consciousness originally, but because of my illness, he changed the field that he had studied for half his life, involving the sea of spiritual consciousness that no one had done much research at that time."
"I was in a coma for ten years. My dad thought I would never wake up in my life. Then my grandfather came back like a hero. He cured me and sorted out his years of research and handed it over to the research institute. , and went on to receive the highest honor."
His name is Mao Zhengyi. He is a drug-seeker.
His grandson contracted an incurable disease at the age of five, so he gave up the field he had been studying hard for the first half of his life and chose the field of spiritual consciousness that was not favored by others. For some unknown reason, he went to Xinghai Orphanage and participated in human experiments that were prohibited by the federal government. Not knowing what happened, he became a spy of the Federation lurking among the star thieves.
This old man in his 70s or 80s, he has done good deeds in the first half of his life. He is worthy of the sky, worthy of the earth, and even more worthy of the heart.
The first Star Wars lasted ten years, and ten years later in the Triumph Division, the old Mao Zhengyi returned. He rescued his grandson, and he was awarded the Allahhos Prize for Medicine.
Next, at the most glorious moment in his life, he chose to commit suicide. He didn't even go to the awards ceremony in the afternoon, he died. Died outside the noisy crowd, his will is to donate all the organs that can be used in his body.
What is even more ridiculous is that he hopes that his body after death will be thrown on the Star Wars and eaten by the Zerg. If it can't be achieved, feed it to pigs and dogs, just ask for a little bit, don't let him go to the ground for peace of mind.
Perhaps at the last moment before death, when the cloudy eyes were closed, two lines of old tears fell into the gray temples.
He... also had no shame.
In the end, however, he felt guilty.
Seven years after the first Star War, his grandson was considered a genius in the medical field, and in seven years he reached a height that ordinary people could never reach in this life. Yes, his grandson inherited his mantle and became the youngest and most authoritative researcher in the field of spiritual consciousness research today. Even if some people secretly think that he left his grandson a lot of precious information, this still cannot be done. annihilate the brilliance of a genius.
Thirty-two-year-old Mao Zixie, although he was always submissive in front of Xi Guican, but in fact he was extremely respected, otherwise he would not have become Xi Guican's attending physician.
Xi Guican stared at Mao Zixie in a daze, and in a trance, he seemed to see Mao Zhengyi when he was young. Although he had never seen Mao Zhengyi when he was young, he felt that Mao Zhengyi should be a more calm and peaceful Mao Zixie.
It turned out that from the beginning to the end of his illness, the Mao family was involved.
Like a silent atonement for a dead soul.
"… give me the notes."
Mao Zixie handed over the notebook overnight, and repeatedly told Xi Guican not to destroy the notebook before leaving reluctantly.
The paper with the special preservation method of Interstellar, even after more than ten years, the paper is still as new as before, just like the owner of the note is still alive and has just written the note-
"Xiao Xie is ill. He is still so young, and he hasn't seen this beautiful world yet. As a grandfather, I must go and cure him."
The medical notes are interspersed with brief notes of daily chores.
"The environment here is very bad and I don't want to stay here."
"I have seen a lot of children who are just as hard as Xiao Xie."
"This child has an unheard-of disease, and I am going to name this disease 'Swirl Mental Empty Syndrome', because his spiritual consciousness is riddled with holes, and the two forces are constantly fighting, like a gust of wind blowing towards The sea surface, the vortex set off."
"His animal shape is so cute. I want to make him milk tea, but he won't drink it."
"I managed to cure him, but this method has many flaws, as long as..."
…
The rest of the notes were torn away.
It came to an abrupt end, along with those unspoken secrets.
Xi Guican looked at the notebook that was torn in half, and watched it motionless, almost sitting like a statue.
After a long time, he let out a sneer.
However, the blue eyes are slightly red, like a child who has been wronged but has nowhere to talk.
His hand gripped the paper so hard that it almost shredded the fragile paper. A tear fell, and the words in one of the sentences were blurred—
"That child is even more pitiful than Xiao Xie. Because he has never seen the beauty of this world."
The author has something to say:
small theater:
Xi Guican: I don't need any hemorrhoid holy hand
He Ruge: I need a decapitated holy hand