Chapter 21
The speaker has intentions, but the listener does not.
After Mu Qingliu finished his words, he fell asleep. He was not one of those capitalists who was still thinking hard about how to exploit the working people late at night.
The only thing that troubled him was Song Yin, a little vegetable, who had to think hard all night about which step he had made a mistake.
Mu Qingliu got up on time at five o'clock in the morning. When he straightened his upper body out of habit, he immediately bounced back from the predicament of being overwhelmed by the dark clouds.
His forehead was hit and it hurt so much.
Mu Qingliu frowned and cursed who dared to attack him. When he opened his eyes, he saw that the whole bedroom was filled with dense bubbles of complaints.
Yes, the key word.
Dense and full.
You should know that if a patient with even a little claustrophobia wakes up in this 36-square-meter bedroom, he will probably be scared to death in his bed for the rest of his life.
Hundreds of millions of complaining bubbles are like the largest swarm of jellyfish in the ocean. Because there is really no place to vent, they can only squeeze together tightly. There are also some emoticons with distorted facial features, making it seem like a pair of big eyes, staring at you in the center of the bed without moving.
For example:
[(ΘΘ)(Θ～Θ〃)(ΘoΘ)(ΘェΘ)(ΘΘ#)(ΘдΘ;)(Θ皿Θメ)(ΘーΘ*)(Θ0Θ●)(Θ▽Θ)(ΘεΘ◎)(Θ◇Θ。)(ΘへΘ)(ΘΘ=)(Θ、Θ)(Θ△Θ@)]
There were so many eyeballs that it was shocking.
Mu Qingliu suddenly felt a little bit of laughter.
The most important thing was that Song Yin might be too shocked, and none of the complaining bubbles were repeated.
In other words, there was no bubble that reached 99+, which prevented any skills from attacking the lightning on Mu Da Lao.
Is this true love?
Mu Qingliu's inner emotions were filled with an unprecedented tenderness.
Although it was only a little bit, looking at the little vegetable lying beside him with a droopy look, I wonder if he got up too fast in the morning and hit his head and got dizzy.
Song Yin's cheeks, which were revealed from between his thick bangs, were puffed with irritation.
Mu Qingliu took out his mobile phone and checked it. What would a rational husband do when his wife looked inexplicably pitiful?
80% of friends on the Internet left messages: Let the wife drink a full bowl of milk.
Mu Qingliu got out of the bubble pile, took out a cup of warm milk, held Song Yin comfortably in his arms, and fed the little vegetable half a cup of milk drop by drop.
At first, Song Yin was not cooperative, and kept pushing the cup out with the tip of his tongue, causing milk to flow out from the corners of his mouth, making it sticky and dirty.
[I haven't brushed my teeth yet! What kind of milk are you giving me! This is coercion! This is a crime! 】
【Mu Qingliu, you stinky pervert, come and see my tongue language, what I am saying now! 】
Song Yin’s tongue tip pressed tightly against the transparent cup wall, forming a soft pink peach heart, and his mouth was filled with white liquid that he had no time to swallow, and it seemed that even the bubbles of complaints had turned into trembling shapes.
【I can’t drink the milk anymore, I really can’t drink it anymore, my stomach is going to break! 】
Mu Qingliu reached out and touched it, and the little vegetable’s stomach was indeed slightly bulging, as if it was very strong.
It was almost reaching the stomach.
Song Yin: 【Brother, do you have no common sense? When milk goes into the mouth, it must go into the stomach first. Why are you touching my stomach? If you pretend that you can’t understand my tongue language again, I will ignore you again! 】
The bubbles were blown very big, and they were righteous and awe-inspiring.
Unfortunately, Mu Qingliu was completely immersed in the joy of feeding milk.
Imagine that President Mu had a smooth life, the youngest in the family, a genius and darling of the public.
In this life, he probably only fed his own mouth, and he didn't even raise a cat or a dog.
The second mouthful of rice was fed to Song Yin by hand, which was fresh and interesting.
After breakfast, Song Yin had almost rested.
Every few days, experts would suggest using a right median nerve stimulation awakening device and a spastic machine to perform phased rehabilitation treatment for Song Yin.
There was no big feeling when using the awakening device. Generally, Song Yin would cooperate with the nurse's method during the treatment.
I feel a little unhappy today.
The nurse had just connected the awakening device to the head of the vegetative patient, and Song Yin turned over.
After pushing the patient down and putting on the awakening device again, Song Yin stiffened and turned to the other side again.
Mu Qingliu put his hands on his chest and watched the doctors and nurses sweating as they advised him to participate in the treatment and recover soon.
Song Yin was determined to fight someone to the end.
[I am conscious, so don't use devices on my brain! What if my smart brain becomes stupid? How can I get my IQ back to 95? ]
[I am not unconscious, and I am not unable to move! It would be great if you could feel that I am angry! ]
[I am only one step away from returning to normal and opening my eyes! 】
The expert looked at Mu Qingliu in embarrassment.
Mu Qingliu said nothing and made a stop gesture to him.
The nurse immediately moved the awakening instrument far away to another room and was no longer prepared to use this instrument.
Song Yin finally calmed down a little. His anger came and went quickly. As for the content of his anger, it was sudden after he became a vegetable.
Thinking of the doctors and nurses in the room, who usually did their best to treat him, no matter how changeable his emotions were, he should not lose his temper with these people.
[I'm sorry, I was wrong.]
[I'm sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn't be willful.] 99+
[99+ level triggers the first pious skill: Beggar and Apologize]
Mu Qingliu was just saying that this skill didn't look very good.
The first skill was successfully executed. A small vine-like whip stretched out from Song Yin's back, covered with a few thin green leaves.
Mu Qingliu stepped forward to catch the whip.
The whip was like a spirit snake, whipping Song Yin's buttocks, and then quickly retreated to Song Yin's back in the blink of an eye.
[I was indeed wrong, but why did someone secretly beat me~]
The little vegetative man was whipped with a small whip, and tears flowed from his heart in grievance.
[Oh my God~ When I can open my eyes, the first person I want to see is Mu Qingliu, the dead villain, and the second person I want to see is who whips me all over my body with a whip and is proud of it~]
The doctor arranged the spasm machine for the little vegetative man again.
This time, the noisy guy completely shut up, and not even a bubble was seen floating out.
Mu Qingliu was a little strange, why did he suddenly stop moving?
According to common sense, Song Yin's daily production of bubbles is roughly calculated to be around 4,000.
Occasionally, there will be a large explosion of tens of thousands.
In order to prevent the bubble of complaints from causing unnecessary disasters, Mu Qingliu has instructed that the doors and windows of the house be replaced with military doors and windows made of high-grade materials.
There are still a lot of messy complaints floating in the air.
Suddenly, not a single one was produced, which made people feel very wrong.
Mu Qingliu squatted beside Song Yin, reached out and touched the other's hair, and found that the hair and cheeks of the little vegetable were soaked with sweat.
It shouldn't be tears.
Mu Qingliu leaned over and smelled it, it was cold sweat.
"Does it hurt?" Mu Qingliu said to the nurse who was using the spasm machine, "Pause."
Then he put his finger into Song Yin's lips and found that his teeth were clenched tightly, like an iron gate that could not be opened at all.
"Song Yin, I want to communicate with you. Open your teeth."
Mu Qingliu raised his eyes.
A lot of the complaints in half the room had disappeared, and no new ones were generated.
It means that Song Yin no longer speaks out.
"Song Yin," Mu Qingliu is sure that the little vegetative patient must be in great pain.
The spasm machine must constantly provide high-intensity stimulation and massage to the patient's muscles to prevent the vegetative patient from lying in bed for too long and causing muscle function degeneration throughout the body.
Song Yin refused to stick out his tongue. He
whispered in his heart, "I lied. Being a vegetative patient is not fun at all. I have only been pretending to be strong. If there is a chance to die, I am actually willing to die."
Mu Qingliu knows that people will have all kinds of emotions in various situations, and they are overlapping and alternating.
Sometimes you are clearly smiling, but in fact, sadness is constantly pouring out of your heart. Sometimes your tears are like beads that have broken off the string, but in fact, your determination in your heart has not changed at all.
Human emotions are the most unpredictable things in this world, just like a box of chocolate candies with alcohol fillings. Those who have never opened their mouths to eat them will never know what flavors are inside.
Mu Qingliu is such a person, who does not even have the opportunity to open his mouth to taste all kinds of flavors.
He is isolated outside by the door of human emotions, watching the people inside the door cry, laugh, rage, and curse, and go through a thousand twists and turns, while he himself watches coldly and is confused.
After all, how can one be like Song Yin, starting from the heart to all kinds of expressions, always crying, laughing, shouting, and making a fuss, and being wonderful?
Mu Qingliu put the other contact of the spasm machine against the side of his face.
The doctors and nurses had no time to call for a stop.
Mu Qingliu's handsome face seemed to be pierced by electric current, and the extremely intense pain made his paralyzed face twitch.
Mu Qingliu's half handsome face was hot and red, and he said seriously, "Use this thing less in the future." Then he picked up Song Yin horizontally, "Give my wife a day off today, I'll take him out."
Then, in full view of everyone, he carried Song Yin to his sports car, and the two drove away. Song
Yin's emotions completely fell to the bottom, and he could have pretended to be strong for a while.
But he was really tired.
He was a living and conscious human being, but his body was completely out of control.
If God were more cruel and took away all his will, it might be better than forcing himself to smile every day.
I hate myself!!
I hate this world!!
Song Yin uttered a long series of inner monologues.
[What a fucking day today!!] 99+
[99+ complaints trigger the sixth slot skill: Thunderbolt]
Thunderbolt meaning: extremely powerful, no one can stop it.
Mu Qingliu thought to himself: I wonder who the power of this sixth slot skill is directed at?
The ground was covered with flying sand and rocks, and the ground was swept by an unexpected strong wind. The endless dust gathered into a huge vortex. Three or four lightning bolts were continuously struck from the center of the vortex. They came from the ground and pierced straight into the sky, like a huge golden gate dancing, trying to split the sky into pieces.
Dadi: You dog God, I let you often strike me with lightning, and now I have to fight back! !
Mu Qingliu: So my wife is cursing the sky, okay, it has nothing to do with me.
Mu Qingliu: No, try not to let Song Yin use skills above level 2 on me, it's dangerous.
Mu Qingliu drove the shaky sports car and, with the help of the world's top racing technology, he safely broke through the siege and slithered out like a snake between the endless smoke and thunder.
Mu Qingliu turned the steering wheel sharply, causing the car to drift rapidly. He ignored the deafening sound in his ears and the faint roar of the engine in his palms. What burst into his eyes was the blazing white lightning that was enough to blind people.
Shocking! Shocking!
Even enough to make Mu Qingliu's blood boil for the first time in his life!
Who would not be excited to drive fast in the dazzling lightning? !
Mu Qingliu recalled the countless racing championships he had won, whether it was the winding river valley corridor or the steep mountain road. After each race, the cheers of victory always made him feel empty, without even the slightest joy of success.
Because success was really a drop in the bucket for him.
But now.
Thunder cheered for him, and lightning cheered for him.
Mu Qingliu controlled the car with extremely stable skills, walking on the edge of danger and safety at the moment when the next lightning was about to hit him.
How many people in the world can run flexibly in the thunder and lightning, and even when the god of death is hovering over their heads, they can still be calm and composed? !
Song Yin had no idea what kind of danger he had experienced. He only felt that his ears seemed to be buzzing due to the huge shock, and his eyes seemed to be covered by the white light of the extreme day. For a long time, he was in a state where he could not hear any sound and his ears were filled with annoying noises.
[Who am I? ]
[Where am I? ]
[Mu Qingliu, where are you taking me? ]
Buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz ~
countless annoying noises screamed in his ears and eyes.
Song Yin was absolutely sure that Mu Qingliu held him and walked into a place that would make him feel cold.
This kind of cold is neither the cold of the coldest months of winter nor the cold of the chilly spring. It is precisely the kind of cold that will penetrate into clothes, into bones and flesh, and linger.
[Mu Qingliu, I am so cold, what are you doing? Why am I getting colder and colder?]
Song Yin's ears regained clarity at a certain moment, and the annoying noise was replaced by the lingering sound of the waves.
No wonder he was so cold.
[Mu Qingliu, why did you bring me to the beach?]
Song Yin's nose was occupied by the salty smell of sea water, and the wet, sticky, and inextricable fear came with it.
In particular, wave after wave of tides kept rising, and finally spread to Song Yin's waist.
Then it was his arms.
Mu Qingliu held him, seemingly walking and walking into the cold sea water.
[Mu Qingliu, the book doesn't say that you took the protagonist into the sea, right? What are you going to do with me in the sea?]
[The sea water is almost up to my neck, it's so cold, Mu Qingliu, what on earth do you want to do!]
[I'm a little scared!]
Mu Qingliu's vision and hearing recovered faster than Song Yin's. He walked deeper and deeper holding the little vegetative man, and looked at the gradually rising bubbles of complaints with an indifferent look.
He spoke in a tone more sinister than the sea water.
"Don't you want to die? I can help you."
【Σ(⊙▽⊙"a】
999+ big eyes sprayed wildly from the top of Song Yin's head.
Mu Qingliu continued to walk towards the depths of the sea until the sea water submerged Song Yin's neck.
"I actually don't have any goals in life. I have already achieved what I should have achieved," Mu Qingliu was very serious, his tone was firm, his eyes were deep, "I can pretend this was an accident."
【Σ(⊙▽⊙"a】
999+ big eyes sprayed wildly from around Song Yin to the sky.
【What accident? An accident that drowned me, or an accident that drowned you? ! !】
【Ahhh!!!】 999+
【Or do you want to commit suicide with me? ! !】
[No, no, please! ! ]
The seawater had already ruthlessly engulfed the neck of the little vegetative man.
Unfortunately, the vegetative man could not stretch his neck any longer. The ups and downs of the waves wet his chin. The water pressure pressed on his chest, and even his lungs seemed to be frozen, gradually suffocating.
[Mu Qingliu, I was joking! ]
[Mu Qingliu, look at my tongue! ]
[Wuwuwu~]
Song Yin stretched out his tongue with all his strength, and for the first time in his life he tasted the taste of seawater. It
was so salty!
If possible, Song Yin's tongue would have grown to eight feet long, and he would have given Mu Qingliu a big baptism on his face, telling the villain not to be so in line with his character setting, so crazy.
[I don't want to die, I don't want to die! ]
Song Yin was paralyzed and numb, like a piece of mud that surrendered voluntarily and couldn't be plastered on the wall, and stretched out his tongue.
[I'm just complaining in a normal way! You are so good, Mu Qingliu. There is no benefit in drowning me! If you leave me here, I can reveal some secrets to you, so that you can be glorious until the end of the story~]
[嘤嘤嘤(╥╯^╰╥)]99+
Mu Qingliu felt like he was about to be amused. With a sculpted face, he leaned over and rubbed the tip of Song Yin's tongue, which was about to break.
"Then won't my final outcome be death in the sea?"
[No! No! I swear to God now, I won't let you die!]
Song Yin licked the face of the handsome villain, and felt relieved as if he had hugged a golden thigh.
[I don't want to die in the sea either, really. I'm actually very timid. The Song family looked down on me so much. Even a seven-year-old child dared to bully me, but I didn't dare to secretly spit into someone's water cup.]
Mu Qingliu retorted, "Are you really that timid?"
[Really, really,] Song Yin wanted to cry but had no tears, [I just said that out of anger because the treatment took too long and it hurts~]
Mu Qingliu's mouth finally curved, "Then can you promise to treat it well in the future?"
[I swear to you, I will be a good boy and must fully participate in all kinds of treatments. I will never be a passive vegetable!]
Seeing that he was so scared that his face turned pale, Mu Qingliu almost knew that he was wrong, and slowly withdrew from the sea.
Song Yin's body was not very good, but his ears were very good. He licked the jaw of the big brother Mu with the tip of his tongue, like a frightened little pet that urgently needed flattery.
[From now on, you are my big brother, my real father, and I will only listen to you~]
Mu Qingliu's mouth corners curved deeper.
"You'd better not lie to me."
The evening seascape was shrouded in clouds, rendering a layer of beautiful gauze, blowing towards the noisy world, leaving behind a magnificent tranquility.
A bonfire was lit on the beach, and next to it lay a little vegetative person wrapped tightly in a blanket.
He had calmed down from his shock, no longer pestering Mu Qingliu, and no longer complaining.
He was very quiet, illuminated by the warm firelight, his cheeks were very white, and his breathing was very gentle.
The tip of his tongue was stretched straight and long.
So much so that Mu Qingliu kept pressing his fist to his lips to hide his smiling face.
If I had known, I would not have lied to him that I could speak tongue, if it was just a whisper.
At this moment, he really wanted to reach out and touch Song Yin's earlobe, and gently tell him some delicate and caring words.
Song Yin's bubble in the night sky, as time passed, turned into a luminous shape.
One by one, the luminous bubbles blended into the night, bringing a comfortable, warm light.
[Actually, I'm not particularly afraid of death. ]
[When my parents passed away, I also had one or two such thoughts, wondering why they didn't take me with them? ]
It was as if I was afraid that Mu Qingliu would have a villain attack, and regretted throwing him into the sea.
Hastily added an explanation.
[It's only a tiny thought like my little finger. 】
Mu Qingliu took the opportunity to touch his right little finger.
It was indeed very thin and beautiful.
It was a pair of nimble fingers that were very suitable for typing on the keyboard.
[The sky is full of stars now, right? 】
Song Yin tried to take a deep breath of air. There was the smell of sea breeze and the scent of fireworks.
There was his fear, and the hope of desperately wanting to live.
This world was originally a novel, originally a miracle. Even the villains lived so well. Why would he be half-dead and become a vegetable? !
[When I was young, my parents always liked to take me to the mountains near the Song family. There was a very shabby observatory there, but the night sky there was beautiful, and the stars were as bright as if they had been washed. 】
If he could open his eyes now, Song Yin's eyes at this moment must be the same as when he looked up at the stars.
Sparkling.
[I want to live, I want to live.]
[I want to see the stars, I want to see the sunrise, I still have endless attachment to this world.]
[Mu Qingliu!]
[I want to see you too!]
Mu Qingliu rubbed his little finger and asked without much concern, "Why are you suddenly so good at saying sweet words? Are you afraid that I will suddenly regret it, so you plan to curry favor with me first?"
[How could you slander me like this? I swear I will not die, and I will assist you to the end of the story.]
Assist?
Mu Qingliu smiled again.
He had never heard such an arrogant tone, such an arrogant provocation.
Kind of cute.
Song Yin thought: [I want to take a good look at your face and remember it firmly in my heart.]
[After the story goes well and you are also successful, I will run to a place you will never expect. 】
【Until I can no longer see your face. 】