Chapter 66: The Truth

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date="2021-01-20"

title="Chapter 66: The Truth "

weight="123065"

series = ["What to Do When I Become a Koi and Fall into the Male God’s Bathtub"]

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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 dark here.

After he became a human form, He Ruge no longer sleeps with him. Without Heruge, the life that had been changed does not seem to be any different.

He wants to see He Ruge, whatever happens, as long as he can see him once, even if he looks from a distance, the turbulent negative emotions will fade like a tide.

The desire in his heart drove Xi Guichan to take the first step. He walked faster and faster, and couldn't wait to walk towards the end of the corridor. Xi Guican walked to the door of the monitoring room, pressing his palm against the cold door.

Seeing He Ruge late at night will scare him.

Slowly retract his hands.

Xi Guican stood in front of the door and held his breath, his tiger ears trembling slightly. He pressed the tiger ears to the door, infused energy into the tiger ears, and listened carefully, but he didn't hear He Ruge's heartbeat.

He remembers He Ruge’s heartbeat, bang, bang, no rush, no rush, fresh and powerful, he also remembers He Ruge’s breathing, long like the spring wind, he still remembers He Ruge’s footsteps, a little bit procrastinated The sound was lazy, like He Ruge, who slowly walked into his heart, stayed there, and never moved.

But now there is nothing, the monitoring room is just an empty house, empty and unable to keep any sound of He Ruge.

where are you?

Didn’t you promise me? Before leaving next time, you will definitely tell me.

It would be nice if all this were not a game, so that he could stay by He Ruge's side anytime and anywhere, just like a dragon entrenched in his treasure, even in the cold and dark dragon cave, every day can be satisfied. He is willing to spend all his time kissing He Ru Ge, like a miser who counts his money day after day.

Xi Guican quit the game and was 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 with a sweet strawberry flavor. 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, there was no emotion on his face, and his teeth cracked the candy to pieces. A little bit of insignificant sweetness permeates the mouth. After tasting the sweetest things in the world, the pleasure that these candies can provide is minimal.

Sure enough, only ignorant and weak children can be easily coaxed by a candy. Adults have seen many things sweeter than sugar, and their appetites are fed little by little. So meeting He Ruge was his luck and his misfortune.

Xi Guican poured dozens of candies into his mouth and chewed blankly. In the artificial sweetness, he closed his eyes. If it is too sweet, it would cause pain, similar to the feeling of eating spicy food. . Sitting on the hard game cabin for a long time, my butt is a bit numb. Perhaps the last time I saw Mao Zhengyong, Xi Guican, the drug-seeking rat tonight, suddenly remembered Mao Zixie, the drug-seeking rat who is now responsible for his condition.

The drug-seeking rat, who is so courageous, often shivered and told him some health tips. For example, "ten men and nine hemorrhoids", ask him not to sit often during recuperation, but to go out and walk more. In case he really gets hemorrhoids, don't hide from his illness, because this medicine-seeking rat knows hemorrhoids.

The former Xi Guican has never discovered one thing, that is, Mao Zixie and Mao Zhengyong's eyebrows are three-point similar. Mao Zixie always shrank when he saw him, but Mao Zhengyong was calm and unhurried. The temperament between the two was the difference between the two. Mao Zixie couldn't match the appearance of the table, and Mao Zhengyong didn't match the shoes.

But after Dangxi Guican ignored the difference in temperament between the two, he really found that Mao Zhengyong and Mao Zixie were very similar.

And they are all named Mao.

The surname Mao is not a common surname among the drug-seeking rats.

Xi Guican called Mao Zixie late at night. The big squirrel sleeping soundly in the bed was awakened by the "Xi Guican exclusive ringtone". Under Xi Guican's deterrence, Mao Zixie didn't get up at all and whispered softly. "Major General Xi, are there any physical discomforts in your body now? If it is convenient for you, I will go to the door immediately."

The face in the video call was filled with the pleasing medicinal-seeking mouse, and it might be more than three-point similar to Mao Zhengyong. If you only look at the facial features, you can already reach six-point similarity. Temperament really has a huge impact on appearance.

Xi Guican’s long silence made Mao Zixie dare not express himself. When he was about to breathe, he suddenly heard the man in front of him, who looked like an emperor, giving orders coldly: "Tell all you know about Mao Zhengyong. I."

Mao Zixie: "...Huh?"

Mao Zixie scratched his head and chuckled: "Why did you suddenly ask my grandfather? But you can be regarded as asking the right person. No one else understands this matter."

The word grandpa stirred up a thousand waves in Xi Guican's heart, but even if he was already a huge wave in his heart, the surface was still calm.

"My grandfather is the pride of our Mao family!" When Mao Zhengyong was mentioned, Mao Zixie's eyebrows suddenly disappeared. He straightened his chest and saw the appearance of Xi Guican Bingshan, which looked like a punctured balloon. It collapsed: "Major General Xi, do you know the'Anlajos Medical Award'? This is the greatest honor in our medical world, and my grandfather was the recipient of the Anlajos Medical Award 17 years ago!"

Xi Guican did not speak.

"My grandfather has made great contributions to the field of spiritual knowledge sea research. Everyone says he is a genius, because no one has such a deep 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 knowledge, but I am relatively stupid." He became frustrated again, "I have a lot of things that I can't understand, and all concepts in the field of spiritual knowledge are illusory. Yes, and there is no chance to practice. I think my grandpa is really amazing, how did he come up with so many things out of thin air? I definitely can't do it for me."

Talking about his grandfather, Mao Zixie's state has relaxed a lot, and even the name Xi Guican has unconsciously changed from "you" to "you".

"Speaking of, Major General Xi, you are very sweet in our eyes." Mao Zixie looked at Xi Guican, and smiled embarrassedly: "Because your disease is so rare, you can't meet it, everyone is rushing to be Your attending physician. Did you know that you are the second person to have this disease in the history of Interstellar! The first one was a patient my grandfather met 17 years ago. It is said to be a small patient..."

His pupils suddenly shrank, Mao Zixie was still talking, but Xi Guican's memory seemed to be back many years ago. When he came out of the brainwashing room and was sent to the infirmary, Mao Zhengyong's diagnosis of him seemed to be ——

Swirl Psychophagy!

This memory is vague, because at that time he was mastered by the monsters in his body, and all the memories handled by the monsters added a nightmarish false and crazy color.

After many years, he entered the infirmary. When he heard the name of the disease, he did not recall his past experience at all.

"... It is said that a small patient suffered from swirling psychiatric phagocytosis. He was the first patient in the interstellar. Grandpa used his own method to treat his spiritual consciousness of the sea, but that method has a big flaw. After receiving a certain stimulus in adulthood, the condition will relapse, and there is almost no cure. Grandpa’s notes wrote that if that day does happen, even if he tries his best to save, he can’t get rid of death. Robbed that life."

"Where are the notes?!" Xi Guican's sudden increase in volume surprised Mao Zixie. The medicine-seeking rat was smashed into a ball again. He glanced at Xi Guican carefully, "...the pen and the note are with me, 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 important things, because the first half of the notes in 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 from 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 this. My dad didn't tell me." Mao Zixie said sincerely.

"I want to see your father." Even if the other person's mouth is a clamshell, Xi Guican will 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 back then and asked the Mao family to pay it back. My dad is very superstitious. He always thinks that his father will pay his debts. If his son does not pay, his grandson will have to pay it back, generation after generation, everyone will Bear the sin. My dad has helped patients for many years without compensation, and he went to the poorest areas in the poor galaxy. Last year he was about to be sixty years old. The average life span of our drug-seeking rats is one hundred and twenty thirty, but My dad said he shouldn't live so long."

"So he chose to end up himself."

"Actually, I have always wondered what mistake my grandfather made. In my eyes, my grandfather is my hero. My dad said that when I was five years old, there was a problem with my spiritual consciousness and I became a vegetable. Grandpa originally did not conduct research on spiritual awareness of the sea. Because of my illness, he changed the field he had studied for half a lifetime, involving spiritual awareness of the sea that no one had studied at that time."

"I slept 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, sorted out his years of research, and handed it over to the Institute , And then won the highest honor."

His name is Mao Zhengyong. He is a drug-seeking rat.

His grandson got an incurable disease when he was five years old, so he gave up the field that he had studied hard in the first half of his life and chose the field of spiritual knowledge that was not favored by others. For some reason, he went to the Xinghai Orphanage and participated in a human experiment banned by the federal government. Without knowing what happened, he became the Federation's spy lurking in Star Thieves.

This 70-80-year-old man, he did good deeds for most 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 for ten years. Ten years later, in the Triumphant Division, the aging Mao Zhengyong returned. He rescued his grandson, and he won the Anrahos Medical Award.

Then, at the most beautiful moment in his life, he chose to commit suicide. He didn't even go to the awards ceremony in the afternoon, he died. After dying outside the noisy crowd, his will is to donate all the organs that can be used in his body.

What is even more absurd is that he hopes that his body after death will be thrown into Star Wars and eaten by the Zerg. If it can't be achieved, feed the pigs to the dogs, just begging for a little bit, don't let him enter the soil for safety.

Perhaps at the last moment before death, when the turbid eyes were closed, two lines of old tears crisscrossed into the gray sideburns.

He...had not been ashamed.

In the end, however, he felt ashamed.

Seven years after the first Star Wars, his grandson was considered a genius in the medical field, and it took seven years to reach a height that ordinary people could not reach in this life. Yes, his grandson has inherited his mantle and has become the youngest and most authoritative researcher in the field of spiritual knowledge sea research. Even if someone secretly believes that he has left his grandson many precious materials, this still cannot Obliterate the brilliance of a genius.

Thirty-two year old Mao Zixie, although he always looks like a mere promise in front of Xi Guican, in fact he is extremely respected, otherwise he would not be Xi Guican's attending physician.

Xi Guican stared at the Mao Zixie in a daze. He seemed to see Mao Zhengyong when he was young. Although he hadn't seen Mao Zhengyong when he was young, he felt that Mao Zhengyong should be a more calm and peaceful Mao Zixie.

It turns out that from the beginning to the end of his illness, Mao's family was involved.

It's like a dead soul's silent atonement.

"...Give me the notes."

Mao Zixie sent the notes over 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 sick, he is still so young, and he hasn't seen this beautiful world more. I, a grandfather, must go to heal him."

The medical notes are interspersed with a few words of daily chores.

"The environment here is very bad, I don't want to stay here."

"I have seen many children who are as strenuous as Xiao Xie."

"This child has an unheard of disease. I am going to name this disease'Swirling Psychophagocytosis', because his spiritual consciousness is full of holes, and the two forces are constantly fighting, like a strong wind blowing. The sea, the whirlpool."

"His animal shape is so cute. I want to make milk tea for him, but he refuses to drink it."

"I managed to cure his disease, but this kind of treatment has many flaws, as long as..."

...

The remaining notes were torn away.

It stopped abruptly, with unspoken secrets.

Xi Guican looked at the notebook that was torn in half, staring motionlessly, almost sitting like a statue.

After a long time, he let out a sneer.

However, the sockets of the blue eyes are slightly red, like a child who has been wronged but has nowhere to talk.

His hand gripped the sheet of paper so hard that it almost shredded the fragile paper. A drop of tears fell, blurring the words of one sentence--

"That kid is more pitiful than Xiao Xie. Because he has never seen the beauty of this world."