(God's perspective)
The truth of the story made Mo Langqin's heart empty and he sat down on the ground.
Zamao is not dead, so can he still leave this realm...
"Mo Liang, are you okay..."
Zamao stood up and wanted to help Mo Langqin, but Mo Langqin stretched out his hand to signal him to stay where he was and not get closer.
"Wait a minute, don't get close to me! Zamao... tell me how much do you know?"
"..."
"Why don't you speak? I'm asking you!"
Zamao scratched his hair in embarrassment. He lowered his head and did not dare to look directly at Mo Langqin.
Mo Langqin stood up leaning on the shoe cabinet next to him. After dusting himself off, he began to question Zaimao.
"Mo Liang...e..."
"Don't be uh-huh! Seriously! How much do you understand! Look at me!"
Zamao clenched his fists and remained silent.
Mo Langqin was also in a dilemma. He didn't want to hurt Zamao with words, so he finally gathered the annoyance in his heart and slapped it on his forehead.
"Zamao, you and I have been friends since childhood..."
Mo Langqin tried to use side words, but Zamao became angry when he heard his friend's words.
His fists clenched tighter and tighter, and then he muttered again, "Do you really think of uh as a pot..."
"What?"
Mo Langqin didn't hear clearly, and his doubtful tone may have irritated Zamao even more, so Zamao punched the iron door of the rental house.
"I said, do you really consider me a friend?"
Zamao's sudden Mandarin speech surprised Mo Langqin.
Mo Langqin had never heard Zamao speak Mandarin a few times since he was a child. His accent usually became normal only when Zamao was particularly excited.
"Zamao, you are angry..."
"You idiot! I have a name too! Do I still remember my name? You always think about yourself! Do you really want me to die again?"
Mo Langqin! Are you really heartless? Am I not your friend or your brother? "
"No, Zamao, that's not what I meant..."
"Then tell me what you mean! You clearly know that I will die if I go out to deliver this takeaway, why don't you tell me!"
"Master..."
"Stop talking about a young master and a young master! Do you really think of yourself as some great person?
Mo Langqin, you are so scary, I can't figure you out at all!
Don't you want me to die? OK! I do what you want now! "
Zamao turned around and ran towards the stairs, followed closely by Mo Langqin.
"Zamao! Listen to me first! That's not what I mean!" Mo Langqin tried his best to explain while chasing Zamao.
But Zamao was so angry that he completely ignored Mo Langqin and rushed forward.
Mo Langqin stepped up his pace and barely managed to grab Zamao's clothes. He finally managed to hold Zamao at the intersection.
"Don't be impulsive. I really never thought about letting you die!"
"How can I believe what you are doing now! Let go!
Zamao is also very strong. Maybe Mo Langqin's skin is so white because of his weak body.
Zamao shook off Mo Langqin's entanglement and pushed him directly onto the road.
Fortunately, the taxi driver who arrived made an emergency stop and did not hit Mo Langqin.
"Did you know that this could kill someone? If you want to make a fuss, just keep it to yourself and don't cause trouble to others! What age is this? In the end, it's not because of money that we keep arguing! It's really..."
The driver was talking to himself, which made Mo Langqin feel uncomfortable, but he didn't have the confidence to argue.
When Zamao saw the car rushing towards Mo Langqin, he was also worried. When he saw that Mo Langqin was fine, he got angry.
"Do you know what I was thinking at that time? I was still planning to go shopping and cook our favorite dishes after delivering the afternoon takeout.
We have been working hard all summer to make money! The purpose is to live a better life.
There is no need to rush from one meal to the next. In the summer, you can have a fan to blow the air and drink a few bottles of beer at night..."
"Miscellaneous hair..."
Mo Langqin stood up guiltily, and the taxi driver drove away.
Zamao glared at Mo Langqin, "But you...you want me to die so that you can leave here and escape from this place that you can't control! I chose to die as you wished, why did you stop me? Why are you like this? hypocritical!"
Zamao turned around and continued to hit the driveway. Mo Langqin felt guilty that he didn't subconsciously stop him. When he came to his senses, Zamao still hit a white car as he thought.
"Sunwoo! Park Sunwoo!"
Mo Langqin ran towards Zamao in a panic, and the driver of the car also got out of the car to check the situation.
"What's going on with this guy?"
"It's a porcelain thing."
"Look at them coming out to deceive at such a young age, this guy."
A group of people quickly gathered around the accident. They were taking pictures with their mobile phones. They were taking pictures and spreading rumors to stir up trouble.
Mo Langqin thought to himself why he wanted to leave this land of right and wrong, and why he wanted to go back to Gu Ao so much.
The people in Gu Ao did not bring as much ill will to Mo Langqin as the people here.
Zamao was sent to the hospital for treatment, and Mo Langqin and the car driver were called to mediate.
"This time the responsibility lies with us and we take full responsibility."
Mo Langqin rubbed his hands nervously, worried about the condition of the miscellaneous hair.
"I won't pursue this matter. There are no cracks or dents in my car. These two children are not very young. Let's let them go this time. I think there was also a dispute between the two children here.
I will be responsible for the consequences. "
The driver was also kind-hearted. When he saw that Mo Langqin was not the kind of person who wanted to engage in blackmail, he didn't plan to pursue the case.
"What's wrong here? It was us who caused the accident, so the responsibility here is natural..."
"Why are your children so stubborn? It's not easy to have a car with insurance, it's not easy to be a human being, and it's not easy for you young people to be under pressure. If you can do less, you can do less. The responsibility does not lie with me, a middle-aged uncle.
But if you are so impulsive in the future, you won't be able to meet someone like me who can let you go. "
"Thanks……"
Mo Langqin saluted the driver and apologized.
After finishing the matter here, Mo Langqin rushed to the hospital to wait for news about Zamao.
The driver was very nice and even paid for the treatment.
Mo Langqin even remembered the driver's license plate number, thinking of repaying the favor later.
Zamao lay in the hospital for three days before waking up, and Mo Langqin didn't sleep much after three days here.
When Mo Langqin saw Zamao open his eyes, he had a lot to say in his heart. He wanted to explain, but in the end he only said a greeting.
"Are you awake...are you thirsty? Can I get you a glass of water?"
Zamao watched Mo Langqin busy, but he didn't say a word.
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