Chapter 75

The moment his vision was blurred, Mu Qing's body was no longer conscious, but his consciousness was still somewhat awake.

He felt as if he fell down and fell somewhere, and the panicked crowd shattered into afterimages. It seemed that someone was vaguely speaking loudly in his ear, as if it was his name, but the echo was too loud and vague, and he didn't yet. Before I could hear it clearly, my thoughts plunged into darkness.

In the long darkness, he had a dream.

Everything in the dream was bizarre, and fragmented memory fragments flowed like a lantern in his mind, while Mu Qing's consciousness was like a strange bystander, standing outside all memories, quietly observing what had happened.

The little train that can't remember the color, the black and white piano keys, the blue water in the lake facing the sea, the roses full of vines, and the person who led him into the colorful garden.

Mu Qing, who was on the sidelines, looked at the back of the man walking away, and suddenly a little panic rose in his heart. He subconsciously wanted to stop the person, but he couldn't remember who it was, and his throat couldn't make a sound.

The white fog filled his feet, Mu Qing looked at the figure of the man covered by the fog, and could only chase after him, trying to hold the man's hand. But the man turned sideways, revealing a face full of disgust and contempt.

The messy memories suddenly merged into a torrent, flooding into my mind like a tide, so his name quietly emerged in my mind.

This is the person who once wanted to be together for a lifetime, but now they have no possibility.

Mu Qing withdrew his hand, took a step back slowly, and said softly, "Yi Yifeng, goodbye."

The sharp stinging pain spread silently from the heart, pulling him to squat down involuntarily, but the ground under his feet suddenly turned into nothingness, he fell from a high altitude, and smashed hard somewhere.

The light and unreal feeling gradually faded, the heavy sense of restraint spread from the limbs, and the smell of disinfectant permeated the nose. The body is very warm, but the back of his hand is piercingly cold, so cold that his knuckles are almost frozen.

Mu Qing instinctively moved his arm, wanting to hide the back of his hand under the quilt, but a calloused hand stretched out beside him, gently blocking his movement: "Don't move, your hand is tied Needle, if you move it, it will flow backwards."

This voice is calm and elegant, with the gentleness of a scholar, and it is a voice that makes people feel at ease when they hear it. But this voice fell in Mu Qing's ears, but made him stiff all over.

He laboriously opened his eyes, and after getting used to the brilliant light of the setting sun, he looked at the person who made the sound.

The first thing that catches the eye is a straight shirt and a low-key silver-gray tie, and then looking up, there is a face with a very complicated expression, but it is similar to him.

"dad?"

Mu Rui looked at his son lying on the bed, his expression changed a bit, and asked dryly, "Is there anything else uncomfortable?"

Mu Qing moved his body a little, and frowned unconsciously when he noticed the faint tingling behind him, but when he looked at Mu Rui, his expression remained flat: "No."

Mu Rui's thoughts were tumbling in his heart, but he didn't notice the momentary change in his expression, and nodded perfunctorily: "Well, that's good."

The voice fell, and the silence spread again.

Mu Rui glanced at Mu Qing and was struggling with what to say, but Mu Qing suddenly asked him, "Aren't you going to New Zealand for a tour, why did you come back to Chaohai?"

"The performance in the first half of this year is over. I'll come back and have a look." Mu Rui looked at him, "New Zealand happened at the beginning of last year, you're wrong."

"Really, sorry." Mu Qing said lightly.

He doesn't have much contact with Tao Shuang on weekdays, and even less with Mu Rui. He doesn't know much about his itinerary. He can remember that he went to New Zealand because the last time Mu Rui suddenly remembered that he still had When such a son was talking on the phone.

Seeing that the atmosphere fell into silence again, Mu Rui licked his lips and racked his brains to find a topic: "I originally wanted to visit you at your house, but your mother didn't answer my call, so I met Shichen at the gate of your school. , I just found out that you were here."

"Well." Mu Qing nodded, "Thank you for coming to see me."

The afterglow of the setting sun cast a long light and shadow on the wall of the ward. In the gradually dim vision, Mu Rui looked at Mu Qing's pale face and indifferent expression, and suddenly a trace of long-lost sadness appeared in his heart.

Mu Qing has a very high talent in music since he was a child, and he has devoted all his efforts to him, educating him in the strictest way, hoping to make him a better person than himself and Taoshuang.

It's a pity that what this kid can do is only looks, and as for the other parts, he is far from what he expected.

The disappointment in his eyes was too obvious. Mu Qing noticed it, but he didn't ask. He just said lightly: "You come to see me, do your current wife and children have any opinion?"

Mu Rui's movements froze for a moment, and he forced a smile: "Fortunately, Lin Lin and her mother are shopping nearby, and I just have time."

"It should be almost seven o'clock now, and it should be almost there." Mu Qing looked at him, "You should go now, don't make them wait too long."

Mu Rui raised his hand and looked at the time, and immediately wanted to stand up, but his eyes swept over the liquid that was left to the side, and he sat down again: "It's okay, your bottle of liquid is almost finished, I'll give it to you. Call the doctor and go."

This time, Mu Qing did not reply to his words, just nodded slightly.

He wanted to drink water since he woke up, and his mouth was dry after talking to Mu Rui for a few words. But it is a rare thing for Mu Rui to come here to see him, and now his mind is obviously not here, and Mu Qing does not intend to bother him.

When the liquid completely disappeared from the mouth of the bottle, the nurse in the white coat hurried over and quickly pulled out the needle in Mu Qing's hand: "You have finished the liquid today, but your physical condition is too bad, the abrasions are more serious, and you still need to Stay a few more days and observe."

Mu Qing nodded, showing a grateful smile: "Thank you."

The nurse put away the bottle and walked out, turning on the light in the ward as she passed by the door.

A cold white light streamed from the top. Mu Rui looked at his overly pale and haggard son who was trapped in the quilt.

Mu Qing looked at Mu Rui's actions, and a hint of disbelief suddenly rose in his expression. He vaguely remembered that when he was a child, only when he could play an extremely difficult tune completely and smoothly would Mu Rui make such actions to praise him.

Mu Rui's palm got closer and closer, and a warm feeling brushed against his ear. When he was about to touch his shoulder, a clear childish voice suddenly came from outside the ward: "Dad-Dad-!!!"

"Hey!" Mu Rui responded in a loud voice, withdrew his hands and walked to the door, smiling and taking the girl who was thrown into his arms, "Have you finished shopping with mother?"

"Yeah!" The little girl answered bluntly, and said to Mu Rui cheerfully, "Mom said you came to see brother, and Lin Lin wants to see brother too! Dad, where is brother?"

Mu Rui's smile froze, his first reaction was that he didn't want Mu Qing to spoil Mu Lin, and was about to find an excuse to take her out, but Mu Lin saw the person on the hospital bed with sharp eyes, and immediately broke away from his father's arms and ran in :"elder brother!"

The little girl rushed to the bed and looked at the person on the bed curiously: "Are you my brother?"

Looking at her innocent smile, Mu Qing glanced over the displeasure on Mu Rui's face, was silent for a moment, and shook his head gently: "I'm not."

"Is that so?" Mu Lin looked at him, his big eyes full of disappointment, "But Lin Lin wants you to be a big brother, you are very good-looking, better than your father, mother, and kindergarten teachers combined! "

"Really? Thank you." Mu Qingchao smiled at her, "Go back quickly, your father is waiting for you to come home."

"Yeah!" Mu Lin was young, so he completely forgot about looking for his brother in a few words. She turned to leave, saw Mu Qing's pale face, thought for a while, took out a lollipop from her pocket and stuffed it into Mu Qing's hand, "Big brother, this is for you, you have to hurry up. Get well!"

"Well, thank you." Mu Qing smiled and watched her run to Mu Rui's side, Mu Rui crouched down and hugged the little girl, and walked out kissingly.

Listening to the footsteps in the corridor, Mu Qing lowered his eyelids and glanced at the empty shoulders, and laughed like a self-deprecating smile.

It's not something that belongs to you in the first place, so why should you expect it?

He should have nothing.