Scum attack is the real substitute

Chapter 32 The heavy rain never stopped.

After bidding farewell to Xu Chenchen, Nan Youxing stood at the door and looked into the living room. He had already bought a lot of furniture for the living room, but because the living room was too big, it seemed a bit deserted.

The furniture is brand new, the wrapping paper has not been removed, and there is a pungent smell in the living room. Because the furniture was delivered before, the floor is dirty and black, and there are almost no feet.

Fortunately, Nan Youxing ordered an expedited cleaning service, and the cleaning service arrived in a short while.

Four hours later, the whole house looked brand new. The housekeeper helped him unpack the furniture, and helped him wipe the furniture clean, and the floor was restored to cleanliness.

The furniture he picked was brighter in color, full of warmth and liveliness.It's supposed to be a color that warms people's hearts just by looking at it, but Nan Youxing only feels cold. The fine rain just now seems to have penetrated into the position of the heart, and there is only a cold feeling in the heart.

After tidying up the house, Nan Youxing only felt that there was a piece of emptiness in his heart. Before, he always thought that he still had to tidy up the house. Now that the only thing has been done, all he is left with is a sense of loss.

There was a piece of long-haired white carpet under the sofa and coffee table in the living room. He stepped on it with bare feet, sat down with his back against the bottom of the sofa, his hands tightly hugging his legs, and his face on his knees.

He has been sitting there quietly, doing nothing, not feeling hungry, until the sun sets outside the window, the night is low, and the street lamps are lit one by one, Nan Youxing is still like a sculpture, motionless.

He didn't want to code, he didn't want to cook, he didn't even bother to take medicine, he didn't even want to move a finger, and his whole body fell into a kind of exhaustion.

It was still raining in Nan Youxing's heart, the same heavy rain as that day.

After the car accident, he was sent to the hospital together with Wen Shichuan. When he opened his eyes, his memory was still in the scene where Wen Shichuan threw himself on him. The first thing he said was: "Where is Wen Shichuan?"

"You have a little concussion, how are you feeling now, can you see my fingers..."

"I, say, where's Wen Shichuan?"

No one responded to him.

Nan Youxing tore off the hanging water on his wrist. He felt dizzy and dizzy as soon as he sat up, and his stomach was churning. He covered his mouth and wanted to vomit. Just as he got out of bed and took a step, his feet didn't seem to be his own, and he couldn't control them at all. fell to the ground.

He forcefully climbed up again, only to feel that the ceiling and floor of the hospital ward were shaking. He grabbed the cart next to him on the sloping ground to prevent himself from falling to the ground, and heard a small "buzzing" in his ears sound, like tinnitus.

Someone reached out from behind to grab him, Nan Youxing struggled to grab the door frame, and fell while running out, he didn't know where he was going, but it was not here.

"Calm down! Your concussion is still not healed, Wen Shichuan...he is still being treated by the doctor, don't..."

"...Take, take me there!"

The other party had no choice but to take him to the door of the ICU.

The red light at the door of the operating room was like blood, rotating, tilting, and magnifying in his Nan Youxing's eyes. He sat on the cold chair in the hospital with his knees folded, staring at the red light that seemed to never go out. .

It seemed that someone around him came to persuade him, someone passed water to his lips, and all those people were blurred into color blocks of light and shadow, and the outlines could not be discerned at all.Nan Youxing just shook his head mechanically, staring fixedly at the three big bloody characters "in operation" at the door.

Are you done yet?not yet.The situation is not so good.

The figures of people in white coats shuttled between the opening and closing of the door, and the sound of their skirts brushing against each other, and the sound of whispering conversations, amplified infinitely in Nan Youxing's ears.His head was so dizzy that his vision was shaking, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he pinched the pulp of his index finger vigorously, trying to maintain his consciousness.

Until the three words "in operation" lit up at the door of the operating room finally went out, a group of white coats wearing masks opened the closed door of the operating room.

Nan Youxing staggered forward with bare feet.

The leading doctor's eyes were still bloodshot, and the two looked at each other with red eyes. He closed his eyes and shook his head gently at Nan Youxing.

"Sorry, we tried our best."

Nan Youxing's world suddenly turned upside down, and he was on the verge of falling, trying to rush in with the last bit of consciousness, but was stopped and waited at the door.After waiting for an unknown amount of time, the hospital bed was pushed out and covered tightly with a white cloth.

"Nan Yi, don't look at it..." Someone grabbed his arm and turned his head unwillingly.

Nan Youxing refused to listen, and stubbornly reached out to lift the white cloth.

The face under the white cloth was pale blue, the corners of the lips were tense and stiff, and the whole face seemed to be elongated, and there was no trace of Wen Shichuan's usual relaxed smile at all.

"It's not him... No." Nan Youxing opened his eyes wide, shook his head, and took a step back. He pushed the person who was supporting him away, turned around and ran out.

This is too absurd, why should someone who is not at all be called Wen Shichuan.

Nan Youxing ran around without a clue, like a headless chicken, trapped in an absurd world, not knowing where the way out was.

Until he rolled and crawled down the stairs, stepped on some fragments on his feet, and bled all over the floor. He didn't seem to feel any pain, and he stumbled all the way out.

He wanted to go back to the place where the car accident happened, and he wanted to find Wen Shichuan.

"Boom!" A flash of snow-white lightning in the sky lit up the sky covered by dark clouds, and a torrential rain fell like a torrential rain. In an instant, there was lightning and thunder, and Nan Youxing ran into the heavy rain without hesitation.

He was like a lonely soul, floating in this heavy rain.

Why is it always raining in his life.

The day his mother killed his father and stuffed the knife into his hand was the day when he lost Wen Shichuan.

All his life, he has always walked in the wet mud, covered with dirt that even the heavy rain can't wash away, the more he wants to hold it tightly, the faster it will be lost.

In the end, he can't have anyone, and everyone will eventually lose.

The blood from the wound on his foot was washed away by the rain. Nan Youxing walked in the rain without pain and tirelessness, and fell to the ground and vomited from time to time because of dizziness.

He got up repeatedly and fell down again and again until he fell to the ground and passed out at some point.

The whole seven years of his life.

The heavy rain never stopped.

A mobile phone rang suddenly in the dark and quiet room.

"Hello, Mr. Pei? Hello, the helmet you ordered has arrived. When is it convenient for you, I will send it to you."

"Throw it away."

"...Ah? What?" The other end of the phone was obviously confused.

"I said throw it away."

The busy tone of "beep" sounded, and with a "plop", he casually threw the phone into a goblet filled with champagne.

The large and small wine bottles in the room rolled all over the floor, Pei Shixiao didn't know how long he had boiled, his eyes were red.He picked up the wine glass in his hand and drank it down. Somehow, he let go of his hand, and the wine glass fell to the floor and was smashed into pieces.

"Old Pei won't die, right?" Yu Xiangyou couldn't help chatting with Lin Zeye in private: "Yezi, do you think we should go to see him with the last friendship? I heard that he Didn't go to work at all, a workaholic like him, is it going to be the end of the world?"

"You didn't call him?"

"I can't get through! Keep busy!" Yu Xiangyou rubbed his chin in thought, "I wonder if he died at home alone. Isn't there a lot of news about that kind of news recently? A widow and then died at home, three days, three days. It took months to find out..."

Lin Zeye patted his head: "Have you been hit in the head? He has a servant at home, okay?"

Yu Xiangyou looked contemptuous: "You just got hit in the head! He must not be in the villa. At this time, he would definitely not go there. You forgot how much he wants face. How could he let others See. I think he's over there with his downtown house, and he doesn't have any servants there."

Lin Zeye: "When is this time?"

"You forgot how he called me, asking me one after another if I had said something to his family, I sounded like someone ran away."

"It's just a lover, and a stand-in, it should be nothing, isn't Shen Tingmian all back?" Lin Zeye didn't think so.

Yu Xiangyou still felt that something was wrong, mainly because Pei Shixiao's two phone calls were too strange.

In the end, the two still adhered to the "last companionship" and went to the Daping floor in the center of Pei Shixiao together.

The two found a spare key from the fire box at the door and opened the door. The lights in the room were not turned on, the curtains were closed tightly, and it was pitch black.

As soon as the two entered the door, they saw two spherical objects rolling over. Yu Xiangyou was so frightened that he grabbed Lin Zeye's arm, closed his eyes and screamed.

"Oh my God!"

"Tsk, are you going to pull my arms off?" Lin Zeye patted Yu Xiangyou's hand, "Let go first."

"What is it!" Yu Xiangyou opened his closed eyes a little, carefully glanced at the thing that rolled in front of him, and then heaved a sigh of relief.

"The helmet...it turned out to be a helmet, it scared me to death!! I thought it was a human...head...how could there be a helmet here? It's so strange!" Yu Xiangyou swallowed and let go Lin Zeye's arm.

At that moment, the hairs all over his body stood up, okay!

The two tentatively called Pei Shixiao's name, but no one answered them.

The place was messy, and the situation couldn't be seen clearly in the dark environment. The two turned on the light in the living room, and only then did they see Pei Shixiao sitting on the sofa like a sculpture.

There are debris around his sofa, the screen of his mobile phone has been blacked out, and it has been soaked in a goblet full of champagne.

"I'm scared to death, you are clearly in the room, why didn't you say anything when we told you just now!"

Yu Xiangyou patted his chest, and looked at the shards of glass on the ground and clicked his tongue.

"You're making wine with your mobile phone! No wonder the phone can't get through! We thought you..."

Before Yu Xiangyou finished speaking, Pei Shixiao turned his head and looked over.

His eyes were red, and some kind of crazy and terrifying emotion surged in his pupils, Yu Xiangyou was so frightened that he immediately shut his mouth.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, I fell asleep as soon as I got home yesterday, I was too tired.

Because I have to save some manuscripts recently, I misunderstood what I wrote in the last chapter. It will be updated every day after V. Thank you for your support~

In order to make up for the misunderstanding in the previous chapter, there should be another chapter updated tonight~

PS: Some plots in the previous chapters have been modified, sorry for the inconvenience.