"Actually, your recovery is pretty good."
The doctor comforted.
Mo Yin touched his thigh.
Soft and warm.
He just felt nothing, as if he were touching a piece of strange flesh that didn't belong to him.
This feeling was amazing. Mo Yin even wanted to stab his legs to see if they were really unresponsive.
After the press conference, Pei Jingyou transferred him to a professional private rehabilitation hospital and invited foreign experts for consultation. Several months passed without any results.
Mo Yin smiled and said, "Thank you."
The nurse pushed the wheelchair out. The heat of the news had long since dissipated. People in the hospital were walking around in a hurry, and no one gave Mo Yin a look.
Everything seemed to be over and the world went on as usual.
In the elevator, the little boy was waving a model airplane around, simulating the sound of flying with a "Woo-Woo" sound. He was so engrossed in playing that he accidentally hit the person next to him with his hand, and he let out an "Ah" sound. When he turned around, he saw that it was an older brother sitting in a wheelchair. He had just touched the older brother's arm. The little boy's eyes curiously fell on the two hanging legs, and the palm on his chest patted lightly. Patting him, the little boy apologized at his mother's signal, "Brother, I'm sorry."
"It doesn't matter."
The third floor has arrived.
The elevator door opened, he took the plane and walked out, looking back again.
The elder brother sitting in the wheelchair was also looking at him. He waved his hand in a friendly manner, and the elder brother also smiled at him, with a gentle and bright smile.
It was late autumn. The weather outside the hospital was sunny and crisp. There was no cloud at all. The sky was as blue as a brilliant and shining gem. Mo Yin had not come out to see the sun for a long time. He looked up at the sky. The sunlight was shining through the tall shrubs. It fell down and fell on his face. It was very warm. Mo Yin squinted his eyes slightly, breathed in the fragrance of grass and trees, and vaguely heard the crisp and clean chirping of birds.
The wheelchair shook slightly as if it had hit a stone, and Mo Yin slowly looked away.
The degree of realism in this world was truly terrifying. Every plant and tree was extremely vivid, which made him more and more curious about what a protagonist who could support such a world would look like.
He originally thought it would be Pei Jingyou, but after meeting him that day, he confirmed that Pei Jingyou was not the protagonist and that Pei Jingyou did not have such powerful energy.
Since everything is unknown and there are no so-called task constraints, he is happy to explore slowly and treat it as developing a new game. How interesting it is.
The nurse pushed Mo Yin all the way to the parking lot. In the distance, Mo Yin saw a dark luxury car.
The car was spotless, shining darkly in the sunlight. Instead of entering the parking lot, it parked under a row of trees on the side of the parking lot. The caregiver pushed Mo Yin in the direction of the car.
When there were still about ten meters away, the back seat door opened and someone got out of the car.
The sun dyed the man's head a black gold color. He lowered his head and pressed the hem of his coat with his palms. His movement when getting out of the car made people feel that there was no sloppiness at all. It was very clean and tidy. As he stood up straight, his eyes also shot towards Mo. Yin's side.
This was the first time Pei Mingshu saw Mo Yin in person.
He is studying abroad and doesn't care much about his family's affairs. He also keeps a low profile abroad. People around him don't know his identity and no one gossips with him. Pei Jingyou never talks too much about business matters with him. The day before yesterday, he Only after returning to China did I realize that such a big thing had happened in the company.
He didn't want to comment on Pei Jingyou's whitewashing and public relations, but frowned when he saw Mo Yin's ID photo of the pilot.
There are some differences between Mo Yin and the photo.
She is whiter and thinner than in the photo. She is sitting in a wheelchair, and her height of nearly 1.8 meters cannot be seen. Only her shoulders are straight, and she can vaguely see some of her youthful demeanor.
Now Mo Yin is thin and pale, with a touch of melancholy on his handsome face, still like a patient.
When Pei Mingshu was looking at Mo Yin, Mo Yin was also looking at Pei Mingshu.
Pei Mingshu has a good appearance. He looks elegant and elegant, with no expression on his face, giving people a gentle but not so approachable feeling.
None of this is the point.
The point is that Mo Yin felt strong energy.
It was stronger than the energy he had felt in all previous mission worlds!
And it is extremely stable, almost terrifyingly stable.
"Hello," Pei Mingshu took the initiative to greet him. He bowed slightly and said, "I am Pei Mingshu."
Mo Yin looked at the person silently and said nothing.
Pei Mingshu did not force a response and said to the nurse: "Thank you for your hard work."
The caregiver repeatedly said it was not hard work. He charged Youcheng five times his salary and wished he could follow Mo Yin back to Pei's house to continue taking care of her.
"Want to get in the car?" the nurse asked attentively, "I'll take him to the car."
Pei Mingshu looked at Mo Yin again.
Mo Yin lowered his head, and Pei Mingshu noticed that he had two whorls.
"Thank you."
The nurse pushed Mo Yin's wheelchair to the side of the car, put his hands under Mo Yin's armpits, said "one, two, three", and then quickly "transferred" Mo Yin into the car with all his strength.
Pei Mingshu stood aside and noticed that the caregiver's actions were very similar to throwing a heavy bag of goods. His eyebrows moved slightly, and the caregiver had already put away the wheelchair and put it into the trunk.
Pei Mingshu looked at Mo Yin in the car. Mo Yin rested his palms on the leather seat and was moving his position little by little to straighten his crooked body. He must have no strength, and his arms were shaking all the time.
Pei Mingshu reached out to help, but as soon as he reached out, Mo Yin blocked his hand.
Mo Yin leaned on the back of the seat and looked at him with alert and nervous eyes.
Pei Mingshu said gently: "I'll help you."
"No," this was the first word Mo Yin said to Pei Mingshu. Then he lowered his head and said, "Thank you."
The car was very quiet. Pei Mingshu sat next to Mo Yin, and neither of them spoke.
The driver drove the car very steadily, and Mo Yin lowered his head and remained motionless. Pei Mingshu saw his two tired long legs from the corner of his eye and sighed inwardly.
Pei's house is located halfway up the only mountain in the city. The walls are surrounded by natural rugged rocks. From a distance, the snow-white main body of the building looks like a pearl inlaid on a ring. The door opens, and the driver drives in and starts again. After driving for about ten minutes, the car stopped.
There was a servant waiting at the door. Seeing the driver get out of the car, he hurriedly opened the door. Pei Mingshu came out of the car. Another servant had already unfolded the wheelchair in the trunk, preparing to welcome the new "young master" in the family.
There were two servants standing by at a loss. Their task was to help Mo Yin from the car to the wheelchair, but Pei Mingshu blocked the door, making it difficult for them to squeeze through.
Pei Mingshu put one hand on the car door and bent down to look inside the car. Mo Yin grabbed the leather seat with both hands and looked at him quietly.
Pei Mingshu: "We're home."
Mo Yin's expression was shocked for a moment, and then he lowered his head.
"Let me help you get out of the car, okay?"
"..."
"I'm worried they're inexperienced and might hurt you."
Mo Yin looked at Pei Mingshu and hesitated: "Do you have experience?"
Mo Yin's voice is naturally gravelly, making people feel rough and very real.
Pei Mingshu smiled, "Yes."
Mo Yin's eyes were still alert, and Pei Mingshu waited patiently. Four or five servants outside the car looked at each other in confusion, not knowing what to do.
After about two or three minutes, Mo Yin seemed to give in. He lowered his head, supported himself on his arms and moved to the side of the car, then looked up at Pei Mingshu.
The distance between the two people was very close. Pei Mingshu saw a stubborn helplessness in Mo Yin's eyes. He sighed in his heart and said, "Be careful."
Pei Mingshu put one hand behind Mo Yin's waist. Mo Yin's waist was so thin that he could wrap it around him with one hand. Pei Mingshu sighed in his heart. From the moment he saw Mo Yin, he seemed to have been there all the time. Sighing, "Hold me."
Mo Yin looked up at him. Pei Mingshu's expression was gentle and patient, not pretending to be hypocritical, and his eyes were slightly encouraging.
Mo Yin lowered his head and put his arms around his neck.
Pei Mingshu's chest was broad and strong, exuding a light and pleasant fragrance. His arms supported him strongly and carefully carried him out of the car.
The waiting servant was stunned. The wheelchair pusher quickly pushed the wheelchair forward. Pei Mingshu shook his head and said, "Let's talk after we go in."
Mo Yin's weight was heavier than Pei Mingshu imagined.
This was the weight of an adult man, and his legs hung feebly in his arms, limp, and swayed slightly with his movements uncontrollably.
The servant carried the wheelchair up the steps and followed the two of them.
After entering the hall, Pei Mingshu slowly put Mo Yin down on the wheelchair. The wheelchair shook slightly. Mo Yin released his arms from both sides of his neck and whispered, "Thank you."
"Not so polite."
Pei Mingshu raised his hand, refused the servant's help, and pushed Mo Yin forward, "Your room has been tidied up, I will take you to see it."
The room was very large, Mo Yin estimated it was about 70 to 80 square meters. Once inside, there was a large bed. There was an oil painting hanging on the wall. There were two long floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides. The dark curtains were drawn up, letting in bright sunlight. , there is a small door on the left side, which looks like a bathroom. There are not many decorations in the room, it is very simple, and it is very convenient and smooth for wheelchairs to be pushed inside.
Pei Mingshu pushed Mo Yin to the window. Only then did Mo Yin realize that his room faced the garden. The garden was filled with a charming sea of snow-white flowers, which was very shocking.
"Formal introduction, I am Pei Mingshu," Pei Mingshu extended his hand to him, "I will be your big brother from now on."
Mo Yin looked at his hand and whispered: "Didn't Mr. Pei tell you?"
"What?"
"Adoption is a public term," Mo Yin said with an indifferent expression, "He didn't really adopt me."
Of course Pei Mingshu knew that Pei Jingyou had not gone through formal adoption procedures and Mo Yin had not been naturalized.
He knelt down and looked level with Mo Yin, "Do you want to naturalize?"
Mo Yin grabbed the wheelchair and said with a pale face, "I don't want to."
He acted extremely desperate in front of Pei Jingyou, saying that he had no home, nothing to miss in this world, and no need for compensation.
He can play this kind of emotion easily, just imitate the expressions of the protagonists whom he crushes.
Pei Jingyou thought for a long time, "Son, would you like to come to my house? I can adopt you and be my godson."
"No," Mo Yin immediately refused, "I don't hate you, but I don't want to be your son."
He refused so decisively, which made Pei Jingyou even more determined to adopt him.
Pei Jingyou's idea is to get rid of Mo Yin's thoughts of death first. At this critical moment, if Mo Yin really jumps off the building, a scandal of this level will definitely bring heavy damage to the company. Others don't know, but in his own heart Most clearly, the performance in the past two years has not been good, and the company has long been inferior to before. It is just that a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, and it can barely make a better financial report.
After all, Pei Jingyou has been a veteran of the Jianghu for decades, and he finally succeeded in persuading Mo Yin with his love and reason.
Pei Jingyou promised to take care of all aspects of Mo Yin's life until Mo Yin successfully completed his studies and could live independently.
"In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, I will say that I adopted you, okay?"
Mo Yin lowered his head and said nothing.
Pei Jingyou stroked the back of his neck with his palm, "My child, let me take care of you for your parents and give you a home."
It was a wonderful proposal, and it accurately jumped into his preset trap.
"Forget it if you don't want to," Pei Mingshu still maintained a graceful smile, "If you are dissatisfied with anything in life, you can tell me."
Mo Yin was silent.
Pei Mingshu wanted to touch Mo Yin's hair, but in the end he didn't reach out to touch it. He treated Mo Yin like a stray cat that had been hurt by humans, cautiously, and slowly waiting for him to open his heart. That day.
Pei Mingshu stood up and said, "You should familiarize yourself with the room. I'm going out first." He pointed to the phone on the coffee table next to him. "If you need anything, you can press 0."
Mo Yin still made no sound. Pei Mingshu turned around and left the room, gently closed the door, and then immediately called the housekeeper, "Why hasn't the door been changed?" he asked warmly.
"Change? Young Master, you mean..."
Pei Mingshu led him to the door.
There are steps at the door, one after another. The texture of the stone is very special. Pei Mingshu was walking up these steps just now while carrying Mo Yin.
"Make a barrier-free passage next to it."
The butler suddenly realized it, and then said awkwardly: "Sir, I didn't tell you..."
"He must have forgotten. Now you are asking someone to do it."
"Yes, okay, I'll call the workers over right away."
"Thanks for your hard work."
Pei Mingshu glanced at the front courtyard. Pei's house was designed by Pei's mother. In addition to the reserved driveway, the sidewalks are mostly paved with stones. The colors and shapes of those stones are very beautiful, and the surface is polished and shiny. , people will not feel uncomfortable walking on it, but if it is a wheelchair, it should be very difficult to walk.
Pei's house has been built for more than thirty years, and every plant and tree has been well maintained, with almost no changes. It seems that the hostess is still taking good care of her beloved house.
Pei Mingshu's eyes softened and he sighed softly.
Mo Yin stayed in the room until night. The servant knocked on the door and asked him to go out for dinner. Mo Yin answered and then pushed the wheelchair out. The servant wanted to help him push the wheelchair, but Mo Yin refused, "I will do it myself. "
The servant had no choice but to lead the way.
Mo Yin pushed the wheelchair and followed the servant. The interior design of Pei's house was very twists and turns. The design was sufficient, but it didn't look like a human being.
The servant in front suddenly stopped.
Mo Yin also stopped the wheelchair.
"Second Young Master."
Mo Yin heard the servant say very respectfully.
Then he heard a lazy "hmm", and the servant quickly moved away, revealing Mo Yin who was blocked by him.
The figure and stature of the other party are similar to Pei Mingshu, but his face is not very similar. He looks delicate, and his facial features are a bit mixed. Different from Pei Mingshu's restrained nobility, this person The arrogance is written all over his face.
He glanced at Mo Yin coldly, his eyes like a speck of dust passing by, put his hands in his pockets, turned around and left without saying hello.
The servant was a little embarrassed. After he left, he said to Mo Yin, "That's our second young master."
Mo Yin didn't care what kind of young master he was, he was surprised that this man actually had a strong energy in him.
Are there two energies supporting this world at the same time? ! Are there two protagonists? !
This feeling was even stronger at the dinner table.
Pei Jingyou sat in the middle, with his two sons sitting on one left and one on the right. He introduced to Mo Yin with a smile, Pei Mingshu, whom Mo Yin already knew, and the other one, Pei Qing.
Pei Mingshu looked at him with gentle eyes, "Eat more."
Pei Qing lowered his head and was minding his own meal. He was not only indifferent to Mo Yin, but also to his brother and father.
Two completely different people, one on the left and one on the right, exude the same powerful energy.
What a surprise.
Mo Yin thought for a moment, picked up the chopsticks, and said softly "Thank you" to Pei Mingshu.
Well, then he’ll “eat more.”
Pei Jing's friends all said that they wanted to "give him a home".
It's hard to refuse such kindness, so let's all die.
