"Man, why do you have to live?" Lin Ya drooped her head in distress.
"Why does that person not want to live?"
Lin Ya turned her head, and Director Meng was hooking her with a bouquet of white roses in both hands.
"Come on, let's go see her together."
"Her?" Lin Ya looked out the window suspiciously. It's so late, does she still want to send flowers to Qi Yuan?
The sky is also cloudy, maybe there will be a storm at night. Those white rose flowers are full, and there are still water drops on the petals, which seem to be freshly picked.
"Lin Ya, let's go and see her together. She will be very happy." Director Meng grabbed Lin Ya's arm, and dragged her away without any care.
This undeniable posture is in the same line as Song Yu.
"Qi Yuan, this bouquet of white roses is beautiful. I planted it myself. I failed dozens of times, but I finally succeeded. However, you lost the bet back then!"
Principal Meng placed White Rose in front of the tombstone as if offering a treasure, closed his eyes, and prayed devoutly. Lin Ya is an atheist through and through, but seeing Director Meng's devout appearance, a corner of her heart seemed to be touched by something.
"Director Meng, this iswho?" Lin Ya asked curiously.
"Mo Li, didn't you mention her to you?" Principal Meng was so startled that his eyes almost fell out.
"No!" Lin Ya shook her head.
"Where should this story begin?" Director Meng frowned in embarrassment. It's a long, long story. If I really want to talk about it, I can't finish it in a month.
"You can start from scratch!"
"Then you probably won't be able to sleep tonight."
"It's okay, I can't finish talking today, but I can continue tomorrow!"
"Oh well!"
Before the rain fell, Principal Meng took Lin Ya to his room. Director Meng's room only has a bed, a large wardrobe, and a bedside table.
On the bedside table is a group photo of my youth. The photo has been yellowed, obviously, it has been many years.
The director Meng in the photo is not much different from the current director Meng. Even after years of baptism, she is still slender and has a good face.
The wrinkles on her face only made her more amiable and kind.
"The one next to him is Qi Yuan."
Principal Meng found a photo album from the closet, which was full of photos of her and Qi Yuan. From the age of 6 to the age of 40, the two of them have a photo together on their birthdays every year. In 35 years, they never miss one.
"Lin Ya, what kind of funeral do you hope you will have after you die? At the funeral, who will cry for you? Who will always remember you after you die?"
After saying these words, Mo Li covered his mouth in disbelief. Fifteen years later, these three questions that he had sneered at once came out of his mouth.
And this time, he became the one who asked the question!
"When a person dies, do you still need to care about what kind of funeral you will have?" Lin Ya wondered.
In this world, will anyone care about what happens after they die?
"Do you care?"
"I don't know!" Lin Ya chuckled and turned her head away. Even after death, someone is willing to cry for her and be sad for her, but what effect does that have on her?
Like petting a puppy, Mo Li stroked the broken hair on Lin Ya's forehead, "Then live well until you find the answer!"
I thought that Song Yu would be abducted by He Siling, so that the roots of his ears would be a little cleaner. As soon as the test results came out, Ji Ning twittered in Mo Li's ear like a bird.
Mo Li was so quarreled by her that she finally went to Liu Qin's place to participate in a transnational disease discussion (criticism) video conference.
Until the end of Lin Ya's drip, Mo Li was not let go by Liu Qin.
"Xiao Li, the tour is about to start. If you don't take good care of yourself now, what will you do next?"
"Xiao Li, can you go back to Canada earlier? Garrison has been pestering me all day, and I have a headache."
"Xiao Li, can you listen to me. Don't catch a cold, don't stay up late, don't miss taking medicine on time"
Standing outside the clinic, Lin Ya felt that her ears were about to callus. Why do different people say the same thing to Mo Li?
This doctor even treated Mo Li like a child, and instructed him over and over again with earnestness. Lin Ya dared to bet that Mo Li could recite the doctor's words backwards.
Through the open door, Lin Ya saw that Mo Li was writing on the paper with a penWhat. Suddenly, Liu Qin pulled the paper out of Mo Li's hand.
"Crack!" Liu Qin slapped the table with his palm, his eyes suddenly widened.
"Mo Li, I've been talking for so long, but you didn't listen to a word. I'm going to complain to Director Meng. As your attending doctor, my hair is going to fall out."
Mo Li tugged at Liu Qin's lid, and said with a heartless smile: "Doctor Liu, it's all right, your hair is thick and strong, even if you lose two, you won't lose a single hair. What's more "
Mo Li squinted his eyes and said with a smirk: "What's more, I have a friend who is researching hair products. When you lose all your hair, I will send you a few boxes of his best-selling hair growth hormone."
"Mo Li" Liu Qin gritted his teeth and crumpled the paper full of notes. Mo Li tilted his head, pulled out another piece of paper, and continued to draw the music score.
In the ear, there seemed to be another wonderful voice. Intermittent, but clear.
On the mobile phone, Mo Li simultaneously interpreted the score he heard to the piano software. After slightly adjusting the strength and tempo, a piano solo of about 30 seconds is completed.
"You boy" Liu Qin's anger has not completely subsided, but what else can he say when he hears such beautiful music?
"Isn't it nice?" Mo Li raised his eyebrows and made a wink unskillfully.
Liu Qin took a deep breath and put his hand on Mo Li's forehead, "Are you Mo Li?"
"If it's fake!" Mo Li confidently slapped Liu Qin's hand away, and at the same time rolled his eyes at him.
"You actually rolled your eyes, Mo Li, are you possessed by a ghost?"
"It's broad daylight, how can ghosts come out. Besides, we have to believe in science. Don't spread the theory of ghosts and ghosts. What an era."
When Liu Qin was thinking about whether Mo Li in front of him had been dropped, Mo Li skillfully cut off the beginning and end of the ringtone, and at the same time repeated the climax melody with different strengths and speeds.
Three minutes later, the ensemble ringtone with added violin and cello sound effects was sent to Liu Qin's cell phone.
"Doctor Liu, this is an apology. Today, you should be tired after talking so much, so I'll go back first."
"Mo Li" Liu Qin sighed helplessly while holding his forehead. This guy is really getting harder and harder.
In the past, it was just facial paralysis, and what he said was ignored.
Now, I actually learned to have a hippie smile, quickly admit my mistakes, and never repent.
etc!
Liu Qin felt that he seemed to have grasped a very important point.