Chapter 12
The bubbles of complaints were like schools of fish swimming in the sea, circling over the main house of the Song family.
But there were always new ones.
Mu Qingliu followed the map and searched for the source along the direction of the bubbles.
It had been a long time since there was something that could make Mr. Mu feel a clear sense of joy and excitement from the cracks in his bones.
This was an emotional value that he rarely had in his life.
Mu Qingliu easily entered the small building where the servants lived. In the corners of the lowest floor, the compressed bubble frames kept squeezing out from the door cracks.
There was a continuous flow, and even the walls inlaid with the door frames had cracks in the shape of patterns around them due to the great pressure.
It seemed that the resentment was indeed very large.
Mu Qingliu, out of a man's empathy, raised his slender fingers and observed for a moment.
Well... it's not impossible.
Mu Qingliu turned the door handle carefully to avoid the crushing of the first wave of complaining bubbles.
When Mu was a child, there was a period of time when he was addicted to playing various games, online, handheld, and cartridge games. The joy of completing the levels often eliminated more than half of the excitement because they were too easy.
Today, he seemed to have found a new perception that he didn't know how to describe specifically.
A meat roll shape composed of a quilt and a person finally appeared in front of him.
Countless bubbles clamored that it was uncomfortable, so uncomfortable.
It turned out that the guys who abandoned Song Yin had completely lost their sense of public morality. They rolled up the vegetative person in a heavy quilt and left him alone and ran away.
Hateful!
Song Yin was sweating profusely and itching unbearably. The scorching fire of the eighteen layers of hell was just like that.
It was just the peak that he could not endure. Song Yin even complained.
[When I get better, I will hang you under the helicopter like caterpillars and fly you around the capital.]
Like this:
[Imagination simulation picture.jpg]
Mu Qingliu was so shocked by the wonder in front of him that his facial paralysis was instantly cured.
Song Yin's complaints were only for himself. He had seen a medical video that specifically explained vegetative patients by chance.
As a vegetative patient, the hope of seeing the light of day again is extremely slim, let alone who can spare a little extra energy to guess what the real needs of a vegetative patient are.
Just thinking.
Song Yin's body gradually floated into the air. When he reacted, someone slowly removed the quilt that was tightly wrapped around his body.
They were afraid that the little vegetable would sweat all over and catch a cold and fever easily when the wind blew.
When Song Yin's diaper was pulled open, the other person's hand also reached into the quilt.
Really...really a good person~
[Right there, yes, yes, move a little to the left, yes, yes, it's comfortable, totally considerate~]
Song Yin's urgent needs were relieved by the other person's fingers pinching and combing, and he was completely relaxed.
But he still blushed slightly, trying not to react to his unlucky body.
[It would be even better if you could help me put things in order. IT guys have their own stubbornness. Data is fair and just. I don’t like to be partial to any side.]
Mu Qingliu did as he was told and put it in the middle, impartially.
Now even if he asked Song Yin to die, the little vegetable would be willing.
But...
he remembered that the one who took care of him every day was a young girl whose voice sounded very young.
[Girl, aunt girl, this is totally unacceptable! ! !]
Mu Qingliu has a mysophobia! !
But the word "girl" made him disdain it.
The touch of a real person and a porcelain doll are really different.
A real person's hair is more fluffy, curly, and more prone to sweating.
The porcelain doll is cooler, drier, and stiffer.
And more.
The skin of a real person is very elastic, and every pore is secreting sweat vigorously during the movement. The moistened skin becomes more and more full of the fresh tension of youth.
Mu Qingliu finished his good deed with the touch of academic exploration. He saw the medical disinfection wipes on the other party's bedside table, took out one and slowly wiped his fingers clean.
The more he looked, the more curious he became.
The dead curiosity in Mu Da Lao's body was revived, and he slapped away the "Girl, I will remember your kindness for my whole life~" and
"If you don't mind, when I recover, we can also pay you with our bodies, really~"
Mu Qingliu used the moonlight to pave the way, lifted the curtain of Song Yin, and revealed the true appearance of the other party.
No one would sleep so lifelessly, only sick people would.
Mu Qingliu adjusted his sitting posture and even lowered his observation angle.
The face slowly emerged, and finally was able to be shown cleanly in the field of vision.
It's not that he is so stunningly beautiful. Coupled with the fact that he has been bedridden, Song Yin has lost nearly 20 pounds compared to before. His cheeks are slightly sunken, and his skin is so cold and white that it seems to be covered with a layer of light blue film.
It's almost a dead face.
But the shape of his eyebrows is very beautiful, as thick as two hills, and underneath are woven eyelashes. His lips are the most beautiful lips with beads, and the lip beads are as round as pearls. When kissing, you can put them in your mouth and suck and bite them.
Each part is not perfect when placed alone, but when combined together, they complement each other, making him look especially handsome and playful, a face that is both heroic and delicate.
Song Yin's nagging did not continue, because he found that the girl who helped him do good things was sitting by his bed, observing him slowly, and her cheeks that were covered by heavy bangs for many years suddenly felt cold, and she was definitely commenting on his face.
Before Song Yin was three years old, he always heard people say that his appearance combined the advantages of both his parents, so he looked very cute.
Now he is 23 years old, and cuteness cannot last a lifetime. In fact, even Song Yin himself has never looked in the mirror carefully.
From the perspective of avoidant personality, he doesn't want to see traces of his parents on his face.
Song Yin will choose to avoid anything that is too painful.
Just like he has become a waste, a pile of useless mud, as long as he doesn't face the fact that he has become a vegetable, Song Yin can still happily celebrate that he has lived another day every day in a semi-awake state.
So when the girl who was identified was looking at him quietly, Song Yin evasively recited discrete mathematics exercises.
[Assume P={x|(x+1)2≤4}, Q={x|x2+16≥5x}.......]
Before he could think through the rest of the problem.
Mu Qingliu had already lowered his body, and breathed into his ear with the scent of sea breeze mint cigarette.
"Q is contained in P."
[Let A = {1,2,3,4,5}, RA×A, R = {(1,2), (3,4), (2,2)}, then the reflexive closed envelope of R r(R) = ? ]
Mu Qingliu knew the answer, but he didn't want to expose the secret that the little vegetable's inner voice could be seen, so he continued to whisper in Song Yin's ear, "Yes, I am the girl who helps you."
[......]
[. . . . . . ]
[OOOOOO]
[The old ghost believes that you are a girl! ! ] Song Yin's body was covered with goosebumps and he stood upside down in fear, [Who are you! How did you get in! I don't know you! If you do this again, I will...]
[I will! ]
Mu Qingliu helped him to cover his face with his bangs and said softly, "It's a deal." He slowly walked out of the room.
[It's a deal? ! 】
【Do I know you well? ! 】
【Woo woo woo~】
【How can someone be so bad! I am not innocent! 】
Mu Qingliu smoothly returned to his bedroom. His movements were brisk and did not arouse the suspicion of the Song family at all.
The first thing he did when he returned to the bedroom was to turn on the lighting in the bathroom and carefully observe the facial expression of the man in the mirror.
There didn't seem to be any big changes.
Emotional apathy is not a disease in the true sense. It should be called a psychological problem.
However, Mu Qingliu still vaguely found a little bit of novel changes between his eyebrows.
Thanks to the new stimulation.
Life seems to have become a little interesting again.
Mu Qingliu knocked on Song He's door, but Song He was already sleeping like a dead pig.
Perhaps, he just heard someone knocking on the door, and the sleeper pretended not to hear it.
Song He held a brand new goose down quilt, opened the door and threw it to Mu Qingliu, yawning and apologizing, "The floor heating is broken, Mr. Mu, please forgive me, just deal with it for one night."
As a result, Mu Qingliu did not make any move to accept the kindness, and calmly faced the yawning Song He.
There was no light on in the room.
In Song He's sleepy eyes, Mu Qingliu's deep eyes sparkled in the dimness.
Song He hugged his pajamas tightly to his chest, making a move as if he was on guard against a hungry wolf pouncing on his food.
What are you doing? !
Beast!!!
Mu Qingliu automatically ignored the other party's defense and said, "Let's make a deal."