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Chapter 66 The Fragile Glass Man

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    Near the early morning, Zar Parker finally announced the end of the day's practice.  Lin Ya was about to get up on the stage and help Mo Li to rest. The old man walked up to Mo Li again and began talking to him in French.

    While he was talking, Morley played the music on the piano.

    Just like that, another half an hour passed.  Zar Parker left the practice room with his baton and sheet music.  There was only a slight light in front of Mo Li's eyes.  He pricked up his ears, listening intently to the movement around him.

    At this time, his hearing is more sensitive than ever.

    "He, how is today?"

    "not bad."

    "You are exhausted today. You go back first and leave it to me."

    "Um!"

    "Ning, why are you here?"

    Before Lin Ya was taken away by Song Yu, Mo Li spoke first.  He stood up, and walked two steps towards Lin Ya's direction based on his feeling, "Elvis, are you trying to cheat again?"

    Song Yu stuck out his tongue with a guilty conscience, "Anyway, if you don't go back today, I kindly let this girl go back to rest, so that she won't break down with you. Once she returns to China, she has to take the exam. She can't be sick.  "

    "Who said I won't go back today?"

    When Mo Li opened his mouth, not only Song Yu, but also Ji Ning and Ai Wen were all surprised.

    In the past, in order to allow himself to rest for a while, as long as it passed zero, Mo Li would find a place to rest on the spot, and continue to practice after waking up.

    Did the sun really come out from the west?

    "Are are you sure?" Song Yu and Ji Ning looked at each other.

    "Of course, Elvis, don't keep telling Ning to stare at me, I will have to do all the work she does." Mo Li rubbed his sore eyes.  Then, the eyes fell into darkness again.

    "Girl, come here." Mo Li waved at Lin Ya, "I'll go back together too, but this girl will come with me tomorrow. It's settled!"

    Mo Li directly concluded the coffin, but Song Yu couldn't refute it.  But thinking about the reason, Song Yu couldn't help but frown deeply.  Looking at Mo Li's empty eyes, his heart ached for unknown reasons.

    Hopefully, his guess is wrong.

    Back at the apartment, it was already two o'clock in the morning.  At the door, Lin Ya saw a middle-aged man carrying a medicine box.  His body exudes a faint herbal fragrance.

    "Uncle Qin?" Mo Li's ears moved.

    "The ears are really good." The man directly grabbed Mo Li's wrist and gave him his pulse.

    "Chinese medicine?" Lin Yaqiang cheered up and stood aside.  Probably feeling something, the man's face suddenly turned from sunny to cloudy, then cloudy, and finally turned into a storm.

    "Xiao Li" The man sighed helplessly, and Song Yu's expression changed.

    "Uncle Qin, let's go in and talk about anything."

    "Song Yu, how do you take care of him? His body"

    "Uncle Qin, don't blame him. It's all my fault!"

    "You child, when will you learn to take good care of yourself?" The man's eyes were full of sadness.

    "Uncle Qin, I'm fine. Don't make such an expression, it will scare the children." Mo Li held Lin Ya's hand and shook his head slightly towards her.  These people were worried too much, as long as there was a sign of trouble, they would be like soldiers.

    "Hey you child, what should I say?"

    "You can say whatever you want. Uncle Qin, since you're here, give me acupuncture."

    Mo Li pressed the combination lock based on his feeling, and entered the room silently.  Three years ago, he had done this training thousands of times in order to adapt to the dark.

    Muscle memory is really scary.

    The furnishings in the house have not been touched since then.  Even in the dark, he knew how to get back to his room.  But for the convenience of the people behind, before returning to the room, he turned on the headlights in the living room.

    He knew that the white light would make Song Yu's eyes automatically narrow into a line.  However, no matter how wide he opened his eyes, all he could feel was the endless darkness.

    "boom!"

    The sound of closing the door was very soft.  It was so light that Lin Ya thought she had heard it wrong, until Mo Li's lonely and sad back disappeared from sight.  Her heart suddenly ached.

    That back, apart from loneliness and sadness, seems to be tainted with despair.

    Lin Ya strode up and put her hand on the doorknob, but she didn't have the courage to open the door.  In that way, Mo Li, who was exuding a desperate atmosphere, she dared not approach.

      "Go and rest. He's fine!" Song Yu put his hand on Lin Ya's shoulder.  The firmness in his eyes brought Lin Ya back to the night when Mo Li was notified of critical illness.

    At that time, he also said firmly, "He's fine."

    "I won't let him have trouble!" Song Yu smiled.  Smile, firm and gentle.

    Ji Ning forcibly pulled Lin Ya back to the room, and then Song Yu knocked on Mo Li's door. Before Mo Li could answer, Qin Xiao entered the room alone.

    After staying in the practice room all day, Lin Ya was already tired.  As soon as she lay on the bed, her eyelids drooped.  It's just that Mo Li's sad back when he closed the door is all in his mind.

    Tossing and turning, Lin Ya couldn't fall asleep no matter what.  She rolled over and got off the bed, trying to sneak out of the room, but Ji Ning ruthlessly pushed her back on the bed.

    "Tonight, you should rest well. That guy didn't fall down so easily." Ji Ning said firmly.  Under the moonlight, Lin Ya saw the same smile as Song Yu's on Ji Ning's face.

    "Even if he falls, we will help him up. Be his eyes and his backing. As long as we don't fall, he will never fall."

    Even if God is lonely in heaven, he wants Morley to play piano music for him.  Nor will they agree.  Unless they died, they would not let Mo Li be taken away by the disease.

    At around five o'clock in the morning, Qin Xiao crept out of Mo Li's room.  Song Yu was wearing unlined clothes, sitting on the floor at the door of Mo Li's room.  Close your eyes lightly and rest your mind.

    Hearing the movement, he opened his eyes alertly.  Qin Xiao gave him a silent gesture.  The two signed signs.

    Song Yu: How is he?

    Qin Xiao: He was given an injection, but the eye problem needs to be taken seriously.  Let him take his medicine well.

    Song Yu: Do you want to prescribe traditional Chinese medicine?

    Qin Xiao: It is best to eat honestly for three months.  Don't let him catch the cold anymore, his physique is already poor.  In the past few years, he has been hospitalized, and his body can no longer stand the toss.

    Song Yu sighed, took out a pen and paper, and asked Qin Xiao to write a prescription.  No matter which doctor you see, what people say to him is the same.  Mo Li is currently relying on medicine to survive, and if he is not careful, his condition will deteriorate.

    Only if he truly cherishes his body can he live a little longer.

    What should we do?

    Song Yu looked helplessly at Mo Lina's closed door.  At work, no matter how difficult things are, he can find a way to deal with them, but there is only Mo Li, and he has nothing to do with him.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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