1988: Back to the human world for a few years

Chapter 567 Would you like me to be saved in the next life?

Students who are often sent to the hospital because of fighting know that although fracture sounds serious and it will take a hundred days to heal the broken bones, and having a few steel nails inserted into them is even more scary, but in fact, the stitches can be removed 7 to 10 days after the operation. Depending on the individual's physical condition and the location of the injury, some people still need to lie in bed and rest after the stitches are removed, but some people can do some basic movements.

Obviously, Tugou, who has always been known for his good physical condition, belongs to the latter. When Bai Mengmeng had to end his seven-day trip to Texas due to work reasons and returned to the drilling company with regret, Tugou, who had just had his stitches removed and had three physical therapy rehabilitation sessions, could actually walk with difficulty. Then he spent the whole day thinking about how to hide it from the nurses at the nurses' desk on the same floor and sneak out of the hospital to eat and drink to his heart's content.

It's just a pity that although Tugou was transferred to the cadre ward as a "technical backbone of a central state-owned enterprise", the whole hospital knows that this pretty girl is far from being comparable to ordinary technical backbones. Therefore, from the attending physician to the bedside nurse, the level of care for this special patient with seven steel nails in her arm and two soft tissue injuries on her waist has reached the level of almost strict defense... Whenever Tugou shows up, a nurse will immediately run over to support her, and then ask her in a very sincere manner if she needs any help. In addition, the ward rounds are conducted every half an hour without fail. How could she want to sneak out?

Are you dreaming?

After all, a hospital is not a sanatorium. Even if it is a cadre ward, it is nothing more than a room per person with a quieter environment. As for the televisions, radios and other things in later film and television dramas... they don't exist.

As we all know, our classmate Tugou is a person who can't sit still.

So, in the boring situation of being unable to go out and having to lie in bed all day, this idle girl from the rural area of ​​Qilu, whose biggest hobby every day is to take advantage of the evening visiting time to torment a childhood friend who grew up wearing open-crotch pants.

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"This chicken breast meatball soup you made is terrible. You didn't even put any salt in it... Such a good thing is wasted!"

The injured soft tissue still hadn't fully recovered. Tugou, who still had a steel belt around his waist, leaned against Yang Mo's chest in an awkward posture, then puffed his cheeks and complained with an unhappy look on his face.

Yang Mo, who had become accustomed to finding faults these days, put the spoon in his hand into the thermos bucket, tore off a piece of toilet paper to wipe the soup from the corner of the girl's mouth, and looked at her helplessly: "Sister, can you blame me for this? The doctor repeatedly emphasized that you should eat a light diet with less oil and salt during this period. If I still add salt to your usual taste, do you still want to be discharged on time?"

Perhaps because it has been an important salt-producing area since ancient times, the taste of Qi and Lu has always been salty, and the Tugou students who come from rural areas are salt addicts. Therefore, the salt in the bucket of chicken breast meatballs and cabbage soup cooked by Yang Mo himself may be almost lethal to some students from southern regions, but to this girl, it is no different from no salt at all.

Hearing the words "doctor's orders", Tugou was like a deflated ball, and then he kept rolling his eyes towards the thermos bucket with unwillingness.

Seeing this, Yang Mo sneered, "Don't look at it. The doctor said that you should avoid spicy food during this period, so don't think that there will be a piece of onion and garlic hidden in it for you... The nurse on duty yesterday complained to me when I went back, saying that you secretly hid a green onion under your pillow a few days ago. When you were found, it had been eaten until only a small green stalk was left. Is that true!?"

When Tugou heard this, his neck shrank immediately, and then he laughed awkwardly: "Well, Yangshidan, I thought the doctor only forbade me to eat chili peppers, who would have thought that he was not allowed to eat green onions?"

"And as you know, I can't eat salt or drink alcohol. My mouth has been almost tasteless for more than a week... No, no, no, I can't feel the taste anymore, so I asked Mengmeng to bring me some green onions to satisfy my craving!"

As he spoke, Tugou blinked his eyes, and his cheeks suddenly began to swell: "Eating pancakes with green onions will only make them half as tasty. The food in this hospital is already as bland as boiled water, and now they won't even let us eat a green onion. Do you think we can live!?"

Yang Mo looked speechlessly at the aggrieved little volcano in front of him that was about to erupt.

Sister, I know that we in Qilu like raw onions. The men and women who grew up in the countryside can even have no meat. Just two scallions with soybean paste and half a pancake can make a meal happily.
But the problem is, you, after all, come from a half-doctor family, and you should know that in addition to chili peppers, peppercorns, and star anise, onions, ginger, and garlic are also spicy foods. When your wound is recovering, try not to eat them!

Now you're acting dumb and innocent in front of me, right?

Just for those two green onions?
Little guy, I’ll make you greedy to death!
Thinking of this, Yang Mo flicked her forehead unhappily, then his expression changed, and he coaxed her with a smile: "Be good, hold on, you just had your stitches removed, wait a few more days, and you'll be able to eat as much as you want. I'll buy you whatever you want then... Be good, ah... open your mouth, now is the time to replenish protein, eat more, eat this meatball."

Seeing Yang Mo's coaxing tone, Lu Yingying glared at him angrily. If it weren't for the seven steel nails in her right arm and her inability to exert strength in her waist, she would have punched this guy in the face.

Just as she was staring at the guy in front of her angrily and wanted to say something harsh to threaten this bastard, Lu Yingying suddenly felt an unbearable tingling on her lips.

When I looked down, I saw that this guy had put the spoon with soup directly to his mouth, and then moved the spoon across his lips as if trying to pry open his teeth.

Annoyed by the tingling sensation, Lu Yingying glanced at Yang Mo who was still unaware of it. She was furious and swallowed the chicken breast meatballs in the spoon with the soup. Then she groaned and leaned against the shaking bed like a spoiled child: "I have no appetite, I can't eat anymore... Yang Shidan, I haven't heard you sing for me in a long time. I'm so bored here. Sing a song to cheer me up, or I won't eat!"

Yang Mo was dumbfounded when he heard this threat which was almost like a child's naughty behavior, and the rogue expression on Tugou's face which said "Girl, sing a little song for me".

Are there such shameless people in this world?
Hey, hey, hey, big sister, get it clear, you are 23 years old, not a three-year-old kid who is begging for candy, okay!
But unfortunately, if we talk about the person with the most helpless situation in Yang Mo's life, the classmate Tu Gou in front of him is definitely one of the best.

So, looking at the girl's increasingly upturned mouth and the grievance between her brows, Yang Mo could only scratch his head as if he was constipated. He glanced around and found that there was no sign of the nurse. Then he glared at the girl with gritted teeth: "Only this time...After you finish singing, eat this bucket of meatballs obediently!"

Upon hearing this, Tugou's little mouth immediately opened up, and he looked at him with a smug look on his face: "Don't worry, as long as you sing your little song well, I will drink this bucket of meatballs and the soup without hesitation... Also, I want to hear new songs, don't fool me with the ones I sang before!"

Tugou has many identities. In addition to a lot of full-time and part-time jobs from various companies, she also holds the titles of "Vice President of DZ City Qilu Bangzi Folk Performance Association" and "China-Japan Cultural Exchange Artist". In the past six months, the singles played and sung by this girl have been selling well in the island country, and several of them are singles she recorded alone.

All of these singles were recorded and produced by a cultural audio-visual company under the Dahua Corporation. She would go to this company every now and then to brag and chat with a "music director" named Zhang Lin. Naturally, she knew about and had personally listened to quite a few of the ancient style music and singles produced by the company, but due to various considerations, no official ancient style music or singles had been released yet.

She knew very well who had secretly tinkered with the music together with Zhang Lin, so it seemed to her that it was not difficult at all to let Yang Mo secretly sing a little tune she had never heard of in front of her.

This bastard in front of me has so many secrets!
Hearing Tugou's excessive request, Yang Mo gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.

Just my hoarse voice?
At this?

I turned my head subconsciously, and my eyes seemed to see through the thick wall. I saw the two nurses on duty rushing over after hearing the strange cries of ghosts and wolves howling in the ward. A long-lost fear of social death surged up from the numb muscles in my back.

But when he looked at the lingering paleness on the girl's lazy face and the confusion in her brows that had accumulated from lying in bed for so long, Yang Mo's heart softened for some reason.

Damn it, I’m afraid of you!
After struggling for a while with his teeth bared, Yang Mo sighed in pain, his face full of the feeling of helplessness of having met the wrong person...

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"Borrowing a lifetime to explore the human world, who is secretly tied by a red thread; a traveler in a hurry in this life, how can he be involved in worldly affairs~"

"Three-life stone, pure heart lotus; sandalwood is near, blue sky is far away; a long-burning lamp will lead you to the other side~"

"Ask me when we will meet again; don't laugh at me, it's a foolish wish; after the prosperity fades, look at the stunning reflection of the beautiful woman on the blue water~"

"A thousand cups of wine are drunk, and a smile can make all grudges disappear;" "Dreaming of the fleeting time, I think of my good years;"

"After the song, I was speechless;"

"I sigh that the three thousand winds and rains of the mortal world are gone;"

"The song has not yet ended, but the crowd has already dispersed;"

"Isolated from the world and alone, sleepless;"

"Who said forever? It's better to get drunk for a thousand years. Turn around and a wisp of cold fragrance will go away. "

"The snow is deep and the smile is shallow. In the next life, will you save me~?..."

As a slightly low and hoarse singing voice came out of the ward, two nurses on night shift at the nurse station in the corridor couldn't help but stick their heads out, looked at each other with strange expressions, but finally gave up the idea of ​​finding out what was going on.

On the hospital bed, looking at that idiot who was obviously singing out of tune with a hoarse voice but still sitting there with his legs crossed with an intoxicated look on his face, Lu Yingying, who had been laughing so hard that her wounds ached slightly, gradually calmed down as she listened to the "Drunken Immortal Song", which was not very well-known in later generations.

Would you like me to be saved in the next life?
Hearing these lyrics that seemed free and easy but also faintly filled with a sense of fatalism, Lu Yingying was inexplicably a little dazed and didn't even listen to the last few lines of the lyrics.

To measure or not to measure?

Willing or unwilling?

Some emotions that had been suppressed rather than forgotten came to his mind. The classmate, who always behaved carefree in front of outsiders, suddenly felt like crying.

Leaning stupidly on the bed for a long time, she was awakened by a shaking hand in front of her. Lu Yingying sniffed subconsciously, and then glared at the confused man in front of her with disgust: "Bah! Scumbag, this song was probably written specifically for the girl he wanted to hook up with, right?"

"You're not satisfied with having a daughter-in-law as beautiful as Sister Mu, and you're still thinking about hooking up with other girls... Yang Shidan, why didn't I realize you're so dirty before?"

"Also, you already have Sister Mu in this life. If you want to be saved in the next life, you should ask Sister Mu if she is willing to continue saving you. Why are you asking me?"

"What a mess of lyrics!"

The classmate who usually hates to hear about love affairs finally made such a comment with contempt.

Yang Mo was stunned: "Hey, hey, hey, big sister, who told you that these lyrics were written for little girls? Have you forgotten the background of the lyrics I told you before? This is obviously a man singing to another man, okay... Although they are demons and gods with different paths, they both regard each other as good brothers who cherish each other, okay?"

Men singing for men?
Lu Yingying was stunned for a moment, then she recalled the fictitious background that Yang Mo had explained at the beginning, and remembered that the guy in front of her also called her his brother all the time. She felt a mixture of shame, anger, and annoyance in her heart, but her mouth curled even more: "Men singing for men? Bah! Even more disgusting! It might as well be sung for little girls!"

Yang Mo was speechless for a while. He was just a useless plagiarist and not the original author. How could he be blamed for this?

He shrugged helplessly, avoiding the topic, and said with a look of grievance: "Also, why do you all think that Xiaoya can marry me because I have accumulated blessings for eight lifetimes?"

"Hey, hey, hey, can you please have some conscience? I, Yang, don't look that bad, am I really not worthy of her?"

"Why do you all always look like a toad trying to eat swan meat when you talk about this?"

Seeing Yang Mo's aggrieved expression, Lu Yingying suddenly became very happy: "Yang Shidan, who gave you the illusion that you look good enough to match Sister Mu?"

"Yes, you are not particularly ugly, but judging by your looks, since you are a college student, you are barely qualified to marry a girl from our village. But with your looks, standing next to Sister Mu... Tsk tsk, a classic match between Tu Xingsun and Deng Chanyu!"

This was definitely an insult. Although Yang Mo's looks were only considered "little handsome" in the Qilu region where there were many handsome guys, he had a cold temperament that was rarely seen among his peers. Apart from his classmate Tugou and close friends like Yang's father and mother who had no filter in their eyes, there was probably no fourth person who would say that Yang Mo was not worthy of Miss Mu.

But there was no way. In the eyes of Yang's father and mother, no matter how high their son's position was, he would always be that mud-legged boy who could not do anything even if he was beaten with three sticks.
As for classmate Tugou, she didn't see any aura or temperament of a superior person from her childhood friend who was always smiling and frivolous in front of her except during working hours. Therefore, in her eyes, the fact that this guy was favored by her sister Mu was really because her sister Mu was blind.

Of course, no matter how unfiltered it is, saying that Yang Mo "can barely marry a girl in the village is enough" is indeed a bit of an insult to him. Not to mention that Yang Mo is good-looking, even if his looks can only be given a score of 70, with his status as a college student, it is enough for him to marry any girl in the village.

Probably only a country boy would insult Yang Mo like this. Even Yang Mo's mother-in-law, who had never liked him, definitely didn't have the guts to say "You are not worthy of my daughter".

Yang Mo didn't take Tugou's insults to heart at all, and still looked aggrieved: "Hey, hey, hey, describing me as Tuxingsun is a bit too much. After all, I am 1.8 meters tall. In which version of the storybook have you seen Tuxingsun that tall?"

"Also, Tu Xingsun used his own abilities to forcefully marry Deng Chanyu. It's the other way around for me and your sister Mu... You know, she was the one who took the initiative to pursue me!"

At this point, Yang Mo showed off his usual arrogance among bad friends: "So, although your sister Mu and I are husband and wife, it's more like I saved her, right? How can she save me in the next life?"

Lu Yingying looked at him with disdain. She wanted to refute, but she couldn't. After all, no one knew better than her how Yang Mo and Miss Mu got to where they are now. Although it was a bit of a stretch to use the word "pursuing", it was a fact that Miss Mu was more proactive in this relationship.

After wrinkling her nose and humming for a while, Lu Yingying looked at him with an unhappy face: "How come you don't have any of the modesty that a college student should have!?"

"You still have the nerve to show off!"

"She took the initiative to pursue you, and you agreed?"

"If I had confessed to you at the beginning, would you have agreed without hesitation?"

! ! ! ?
Yang Mo was stunned for a moment, looking at Tugou, who was staring at him angrily, as if he was angry, or hated him for not fighting, with a hint of resentment in the depths of his eyes.

Subconsciously, he suddenly had the urge to escape...

(End of this chapter)