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After waking up, he could smell the smell of traditional Chinese medicine, and Mo Li was naturally in a bad mood. But fortunately, after a night of treatment, his eyes can barely see the surrounding things.
In order to see more clearly, he had no choice but to take out his dusty frame glasses. Although wearing contact lenses is more aesthetically pleasing, contact lenses are prone to bacteria. In his current condition, his eyes cannot have any infection.
Under the cover of the black frame, Mo Li's dark circles are not so obvious.
Seeing Mo Li wearing glasses, Song Yu became more and more silent. He put the porridge with many Chinese medicinal materials on the table, and then put the medicine and a water glass with warm water on the table. After that, I silently cleaned the pot in the kitchen.
Song Yu was too quiet, but Lin Ya had a premonition that a storm was coming. Mo Li frowned and ate the medicine and porridge without any complaints.
Lin Ya suppressed the surprise in her heart, and gnawed the bread silently. If Ji Ning hadn't had a work call to answer, Lin Ya suspected that she was in a stagnant space.
Before going out, Mo Li had been looking at the blind spectrum. He kept his eyes closed, as if he wanted to rest his eyes more.
Regarding Mo Li's eyes, Ji Ning didn't want to say more, and Lin Ya didn't dare to ask more. Song Yu has been in the kitchen, washing and rinsing, making "jingling" sounds from time to time.
Mo Li kept his head tilted 30 degrees behind him, and his attention was all on the kitchen. But Song Yu didn't take the initiative to have a word with him.
Rarely, Song Yu stayed in the apartment before Mo Li went out. Before leaving, Song Yu just handed over the packed bags to Lin Ya, but didn't say a word.
His preoccupied appearance made Lin Ya dare not talk to him at all. He's like a low-pressure bomb ready to go off at any moment.
Mo Li looked at him and couldn't help sighing.
He couldn't give the promise Song Yu wanted. But if you can't give him the promise he wants, then no matter how much you say, it will be nonsense.
After hesitating for a while, Mo Li finally left without saying a word.
During the rehearsal, double images kept appearing in front of Mo Li's eyes. He kept blinking, trying to see the black and white keys under his hand. The more he looked with his eyes, the more blurred his vision became.
Because, relying too much on his eyes, he frequently played wrong notes. Even though the wrong pronunciation was quickly covered up by Mo Li, he still did not escape.
Zal Parker's keen ears.
"Kris, what happened to you today?"
Zal Parker's angry voice echoed through the practice room. Angry echoes can be heard endlessly.
"Sorry." Mo Li didn't explain.
Zal Parker didn't know what to say. He had collaborated with Mo Li dozens of times. Mo Li rarely made this kind of wrong pronunciation.
"Rest for fifteen minutes." Zar Parker put down his baton and left the field silently.
"Hey, I'm so exhausted!"
"Kris, what happened today? Why do you keep making low-level mistakes?"
"Kris, why are you wearing glasses? Isn't his eyesight very good?"
"Is it because I haven't performed for more than half a year, and my strength has weakened?"
"What are you talking about? Didn't he play well yesterday?"
"Today's performance is really, very substandard. What's the matter with him!"
Mo Li put his glasses aside and kept rubbing his temples. In front of my eyes, sometimes clear, sometimes blurred.
If there is darkness in front of his eyes, he can instead focus on playing the piano directly and relying on muscle memory. However, because he can vaguely see something, he will subconsciously stare at the keys with his eyes.
"What should I do?" Mo Li looked at the black and white keys under his hands in embarrassment.
Obviously, the piece can be played with eyes closed, what is he afraid of?
Hearing the discussions around her, Lin Ya couldn't hold back anymore, and wanted to rush forward to defend Mo Li. But what can she say? Does she want to tell others that Mo Li is ill, so it affects her performance?
Mo Li sat alone in front of the piano, moving his hands on the keys. He didn't press the keys, but his hands kept moving, as if he was playing music according to the score.
He stared at the keys without blinking, his eyes gradually becoming hollow.
"Come on!" Lin Ya couldn't help clasping her hands together. Today's practice has just started, and after that, there are still ten hours to endure.
After resuming practice, Mo Li directly took off the glasses. When playing the piano, he simply closed his eyes and let his hands dance freely on the keys.
Miraculously, he didn't play a single note wrong during the whole process.
"Kris, are you uncomfortable?" Ai Wen asked.Unexpectedly, she came to Lin Ya's body.
Lin Ya shuddered, and the determination in Ai Wen's eyes made her wonder what reason to prevaricate.
"Elvis, didn't you say you were going to take him to the hospital for an examination?"
"without!"
"After the performance tomorrow, take Kris to the hospital for a full-body examination. He doesn't look very well."
"Not so good?" Lin Ya asked puzzled. Apart from eye problems, Mo Li had no other discomforts.
"In short, be cautious. I don't want to see Kris collapsed in the practice room again. Last time, I almost had a heart attack. I won't use it for the second time!" Ivan sighed with lingering fear.
Morley's glasses have always been a bad omen. As long as it appears, disaster will surely happen to Mo Li.
Lin Ya didn't know what Ai Wen was worried about, but Song Yu obviously had the same worries as him. Every half an hour, Song Yu would send a message to confirm whether Mo Li was safe and sound.
Every three hours, Ji Ning would come to the scene to confirm Mo Li's condition. When Ji Ning came, she hid in a corner, not letting Mo Li notice her existence.
At dinner time, Qin Xiao came to visit Mo Li's class with herbal porridge. Facing the bitter medicated porridge, Mo Li drank it without any complaints.
After a day, Lin Ya's heart hangs higher and higher. The behavior of Mo Li and others was too abnormal, it seemed that something bad was going to happen.
When it was approaching the early morning, the practice was finally over. Ji Ning came a little later than scheduled, and Mo Li wanted to drink hot milk, so Lin Ya went to the convenience store across the street to buy it, leaving Mo Li alone on the side of the street.
Just as Lin Ya came out of the convenience store with hot milk, a taxi with double flashing lights suddenly appeared from the corner of the street. Mo Li covered the glaring light with his hands, and if he didn't pay attention, his feet stepped on the ground and he fell forward.
Mo Li subconsciously put his hands in his arms.
"boom!"
Mo Li fell to his knees and fell to the ground. The taxi driver stepped on the brakes desperately, "squeaking", and the tires kept rubbing against the ground, making annoying noises.
"Nonodon't!" Lin Ya cried out in horror.
Her legs were like a heavy stone, and she couldn't take a step at all. Seeing that the taxi was about to hit Mo Li, Lin Ya burst into tears without warning.
"Mo Li" Lin Ya cried out in despair. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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