"Quick time travel" long way to chase his wife

Chapter 171 Mobile Blood Bank and the Sick Young Master

The girl let out a cry of surprise, supported the man's sliding body, and looked at him anxiously: "Mr. Mo..."

Mo Chi bent over, with almost the weight of his entire body on her. He covered his mouth with one hand and coughed muffledly, and waved his hand weakly towards the girl. The water flowed out, splashing flowers on the ground. The butler and old man Mo who came over were terrified by the scene before them. The crutch in the old man's hand fell to the ground in an instant, and he burst into tears instantly.

The butler looked at the old man whose body seemed to be about to pass out in a second, and then at the man who was coughing heart-piercingly in the arms of the girl not far away, and called the servant anxiously.

Mochi was still in a coma on the wide and soft water blue bed. The attending doctor took off the stethoscope in his ear, looked back at the old man with scarlet eyes, and shook his head slightly.The atmosphere in the room was oppressive.

"You all go out." Elder Mo looked at the person on the bed, and spoke in a hoarse old voice. The doctors nodded, packed their things, and left in silence. Soon, only the doctor was left in the room. Mo Chi, Mr. Mo and the housekeeper.Leaning on crutches, Old Man Mo walked slowly to Mo Chi's bed and sat down. He stretched out his hand to tidy up the slightly long hair at the sideburns, and said in a low voice, "Go out too."

The butler stood behind him, looking at the other's hunched back, with muddy tears in his eyes, he raised his hand to wipe it, and replied in a low voice: "I'm right outside the door, if you need anything, just call me .”

The sound of opening and closing the door sounded softly, and only the grandpa and grandson were left in the room. The sunset outside the window had completely set, the orange sky began to turn gray and black, and the light in the room gradually became dark.

Old Man Mo quietly looked at the grandson in front of him whom he had grown up with, feeling sore and painful in his heart, and what was more, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He has failed all his life. When he was young, he devoted himself to work and ignored his wife. After the business finally got a little better, he learned that the other party had advanced leukemia and left in less than half a year. A seven-year-old son was born.

The son only blames him for killing his own mother. Looking at him is like looking at an enemy. He ran out to live alone before graduating from high school. The father and son are worse than strangers.

The other party didn't even invite him to his own wedding, and when he heard the news about his son again, it was the news that the husband and wife had a plane crash, leaving only Mo Chi waiting to be fed.

Old man Mo always felt that God was punishing him, that's why he let his wife and son die. Now, even his grandson is leaving.

The wrinkled hand of the old man who had already stepped into the coffin tightly held Mo Chi's pale and cold hand, and tears poured down on it.

Obviously he did something wrong, why not retribution on him?Let him watch the people close to him leave him one by one, God, it's not fair!unfair! ! !

"Grandpa..." A feeble voice sounded softly in the room. When Old Man Mo opened his eyes, he saw Mo Chi's dark and deep eyes. The other party looked at him with calm and indifferent eyes.

Old Man Mo tilted his head and raised his hand to wipe away the tears on his face.

"I'm awake. Is there any discomfort? I'll let the doctor come in and take a look." He was about to get up and leave, but Mo Chi gently held his hand, and the other party looked at him, his lips curled up, his face pale: "Don't bother, I'm fine."

Old Master Mo looked at the persistence in his eyes, and finally compromised.

Mo Chi's face was still covered with an oxygen mask, and a layer of white mist filled his nostrils, and then disappeared quickly. He reached out to take off the oxygen mask, but was stopped by Mr. Mo.

Mo Chi looked at the old man and smiled softly, with a firm attitude. The moment he took off the oxygen mask, it became difficult to breathe, but there was no pain on the man's face. He propped himself up and sat up from the bed, half leaning on the bedside.

It was such a simple movement, but it almost exhausted all his strength.

Old Man Mo's eyes turned red once again, he suddenly stood up from the bed, turned around and walked out: "I'll go find Yunchu!"

"Grandpa!" Mo Chi stopped him in a deep voice, with pain in his voice, "Don't make any more mistakes."

The old man's body began to tremble slightly. He turned around slowly, looked at the person who was hiding in the dark, and suddenly choked up and said, "Then... what do you want grandpa to do? Do you want to watch you die... ..."

Mo Chi didn't speak, but raised his hand to turn on the desk lamp on the side cabinet. The orange light illuminated a small corner of the bedroom, and also illuminated his face. He looked at the old man who was choking from crying, and smiled softly Laughing, but a layer of mist welled up in his eyes: "I should have died a long time ago, living for so long is already considered a gift."

"Grandpa, Yunchu is innocent." Mo Chi looked at the old man in front of him. The blood in every vein was clamoring to find an exit to escape. He calmly swallowed the blood that kept pouring into his throat. Where old man Mo couldn't see, his bruised hand tore the sheet under his body, and he spoke in a calm voice, "I know that I have stolen all my life these past few years from him."

In one sentence, Mr. Mo lost all words.

"Actually, I already knew it." Mo Chi smiled, coughed lightly and quickly held back, "I...actually hate this kind of life. I have to rely on other people's blood to survive, like an addict. .”

Old Man Mo: "Aren't you..."

"Listen to me first," Mo Chi interrupted him softly, "I know you want me to live, so I don't blame you... I have thought about it countless times why I don't have a healthy body , hated, and complained, but that's all in the past." Speaking of this, Mo Chi smiled softly: "My life for the first 18 years has been muddled, and it wasn't until Yunchu appeared that I really feel what it means to be alive.”

"...cough cough...I hate this sick and weak body, but I am grateful for it, because it...cough cough...I can meet Yunchu..." Mo Chi started coughing again as he spoke, As a result, his pale face was stained with a tinge of blush. As Mr. Mo looked at him, his uneasiness suddenly amplified infinitely. He stepped forward to hold Mo Chi's hand tightly, and turned his head to ask the housekeeper at the door to let the doctor in. .

Mo Chi shook his head and stopped his movements: "Grandpa, I know I don't have much time, so don't bother the doctors..."

"You're talking nonsense!" Old Man Mo interrupted him sharply with a trembling voice, but Mo Chi just looked at him quietly, as if confessing his last words, and said things he had never said to the other party.

"I'm an unqualified grandson. I can't stay with you all the time. I'm about to leave now. I also fell in love with someone I shouldn't like."

Seeing Mr. Mo's eyes widen because of his words, Mo Chi's heart felt sore, with guilt and sadness in his eyes, he said, "Grandpa, I love Yunchu."

"Boom!" There was a roar in his brain, and Mr. Mo lost all his ability to move and think. He just watched Mo Chi's lips open and close, and those words kept ringing in his ears like a spell.

"...I can't control my liking for him. When I know that my life depends on his blood, I don't even dare to face him...I'm really bad. I still want to be with him, I want to see him live happily and carefree all his life, grandpa, I really... really want... really want to be with him..." Thinking of that memory always fills my heart Trusting the young man who looked at him defenselessly, Mo Chi finally choked up his voice.

Grandpa Mo looked at his grandson who was shrouded in sadness and despair, and felt a huge sense of powerlessness in his heart. He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't say anything. After a long time, he seemed to find his own voice: "Grandpa Find him for you, as long as you live well, I won't stop you from being together, okay?"

"It's too late," Mo Chi curled his pale lips, and his voice was inaudible. He turned his head to look at the dark night outside the window, and his thoughts drifted to nowhere: "Congenital heart disease, grandpa, what are you doing?" How can you keep it from me for so long..." He seemed to be asking the other party again, and it seemed to be muttering to himself.

"Grandpa didn't hide it from you... He was checked every year, but for some reason, he didn't find out, and the doctor also..."

"It's okay, it doesn't matter anymore," Mo Chi turned his head to interrupt him, his deep eyes flickered with a frightened light, "I've always wondered why I have such a strange disease. , now I finally understand that all of this is just for me to meet him."

"Mochi..."

"Grandpa, I want to ask you one thing..."

"I don't agree!" Before Mo Chi could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Mo sharply. The old man looked at him in anger and horror, like a cornered animal, his chest heaved violently, and his whole body was trembling. However, the turbid tears fell from the eye sockets in large quantities.

"After I'm gone, you can transplant my heart to Yunchu." Mo Chi didn't look at the old man who was almost emotionally broken. His voice still sounded unhurriedly, with a hint of mistiness. He said, "This is our heart." What the Mo family owes him is even more what I owe him, so let him, well... replace me and live on."

The butler has been guarding the bedroom door and has not left half a step. He doesn't know what the two of them talked about inside. He only knows that the old man Mo, whose eyes were red from crying, opened the bedroom door with a pale face and walked out. After two steps, he collapsed to the ground.

From that day on, the atmosphere in the Mo house became more and more depressed day by day. Mo Chi's health became worse and worse, and he coughed up blood more and more times. The doctor told Mr. Mo that the man had less than half a month left .

For half a month, Mo Chi has been alternating back and forth between coma and vomiting blood. His whole body is so thin that only skin and bones are left. Mr. Mo left the company business and stayed with him at home every day, often in his room Just sit for a whole day.

When he regained consciousness for the last time, Mo Chi felt an unprecedented refreshment. He knew that this was a flashback, and the time left for him had finally come to an end.

Old man Mo sat and dozed beside his bed, and woke up as if he had sensed something after Mo Chi woke up. When he saw the man's unusually bright eyes, he suddenly calmed down.

The old man finally compromised and agreed to his grandson's last request.

He told Mo Chi that Yunchu passed out after he ran out of Mo Zhai, and was taken to the hospital by passers-by. His condition is now stable, but the doctor said that if he faints again next time, he might not wake up for the rest of his life.

There was no expression on Mo Chi's thin, out-of-shape face, he just nodded slightly, and said, "Grandpa, you should contact the doctor and prepare for the operation."

"...Okay..." Old Master Mo's voice trembled unbearably.

"After the operation is successful, let him forget what happened in the past few years, forget Mo Zhai...forget about me...give him a brand new life..."

After all, Mo Chi didn't make it to the next day, and fell into a coma with a high fever that night. The doctor was helpless. He could only watch the man coughing in pain, and vomited mouthfuls of blood, which stained most of the bed. In the mournful cry of the old man, he closed those dark eyes forever.

After Mo Chi's death, Mr. Mo followed his last wish and sent the dead body of the other party to the hospital where Yunchu was. He was in a trance and haggard, and the nurse had to replace him with a new pillow every day.

After taking the medicine sent by the nurse, he fell asleep in a daze, and when he woke up again, a month had passed.

Yun Chu looked at the unfamiliar room in front of him, with confusion in his eyes.

He clearly remembered that he had just finished the college entrance examination and was about to find a part-time job. It seemed that a car rushed out while waiting for the traffic light, and after that, he didn't know anything.

There was a small scar on his chest, other than that, there were no other scars on his body, Yun Chu lamented in his heart that he was so lucky.

After staying in the hospital for a few days, he wanted to leave the hospital, but the doctors and nurses refused to let him in. They asked the other party why, and everyone kept silent until one day, when Yunchu woke up from a nap in the hospital, he saw the door and came in. the elderly.

The other party was wearing a Chinese tunic suit, leaning on a cane in his hand, and had gray hair. He looked at him with cold eyes, but with forbearance, and tears in his eyes.

Yun Chu only felt that the other party looked familiar, and there was an empty pain in his heart, and tears appeared in his eyes unconsciously. He always felt that he seemed to have forgotten something very important, but he couldn't remember it anyway. I just feel very uncomfortable.

The old man told him that his car accidentally hit him and offered compensation. Yunchu refused, but the other party's attitude was very tough, leaving a card without a password and then left.

Since then, Yunchu has never seen each other again. He lived alone and found many things wrong. The house in front of him was obviously his own, but he felt very strange. The neighbors around him were very friendly, but they treated him Keeping a distance, there will always be strangers appearing near his house every month, doing nothing but secretly taking pictures of him. There are many, many such things. It was not until after he graduated from university that the situation improved.

After graduating, he joined a company. It is said that the director of this company, surnamed Mo, is 80 years old. He just retired two years ago, and left all the company's affairs to the people below him and went on vacation.

When Yun Chu heard the word "Mo", an indescribable sadness suddenly surged in his heart, and a pair of dark and deep eyes suddenly flashed in his mind. He opened his mouth, but he couldn't remember the other party's name.

After joining the company, he was quickly reused by the company. When he was on a business trip to country A, it happened to be Christmas Eve. In the crowded square, a huge Christmas tree lit up with colorful lights.

Standing outside the crowd, Yunchu looked up at the beautiful Christmas tree. For some reason, he suddenly remembered someone asking him, "What Christmas gift do you want?"

"Just say what you want. If you don't say it, Santa Claus won't be able to hear you. Don't cry if you don't give you Christmas presents then."

"I want... to stay with Mo Chi all the time."

Mochi...

Tears came out of my eyes without any warning. On that day, on the streets of a foreign country, a handsome and delicate man in an expensive suit squatted on the ground, crying like a child.