"Wake up."

What kind of sound is it? His eyes are dirty and he can't open his eyes. The whole world is moving, and he can vaguely hear footsteps. It's very shattered, very unreal. Why are so many people walking in a mess?

"Hey! Come out and open the door."

I don’t know who was talking, so why can’t I open my eyes? The door was opened and a ray of light shone in.

"Wake up, boy, hey!"

Someone was talking and he was calling him. Peng Cheng opened his eyes hard. He took a lot of effort, but why could he still not see it?

"Young man, how about it? Can you hear it?"

He finally saw everything that was gray and white in front of him. The person who spoke was a doctor, wearing a big mask, only eyes leaked out, and his eyes that made people feel confident. He nodded to him with great strength. This eldest lady was so strange, wearing a big black mask.

"Yes!" Peng Cheng hummed hard, as if something was passing through, and it sounded very weak.

"Oh, okay, just wake up." The doctor wearing a black mask looked behind him, and another man wearing a black mask appeared. He seemed relieved and said, "You try to see if your body can move? There is no consciousness."

"Yeah!" Peng Cheng snorted. He felt the man's big hand pinching back and forth on him. He tried very hard, and then he felt it hurt.

"It hurts, it hurts, then you get up! We still want this bed!" The man wearing a mask said, "It's no longer clear which man wearing a mask is this?" Then Peng Cheng saw his mother, the short woman, with a black and thin body, and the farthest part of everyone appeared. She didn't even dare to approach herself. She was so cowardly that she could only stretch out her hands. Her sad eyes seemed to be praying.

He thought of getting up, and he had to get up, and the surroundings finally became clear. He saw the picture of the broken faces everywhere. Isn't this a hospital? He remembered that he stretched out his right hand and looked at it. It was his best hand, no scars, blue and white stitched hospital gown. This dress is the new style of this hospital, different from the previous ones. The stitch looks thicker. He can get up. He told the doctor that he needed wake-up service after the operation. He had to walk back by himself. He thought, twisting his body hard, but feeling extremely weak.

No, he couldn't do it. Peng Cheng felt that he had no strength. Everyone around him was encouraging him, but that seemed to be useless. He still had no strength and had no strength to support the bed. This was not possible. Peng Cheng was discouraged. What should he do?

"Young man, okay."

At that moment, Peng Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked at someone, and sat up from his lying flat body. The man wearing a black mask quickly reached out to support him.

"Yeah, okay, I can."

The man was also wearing a striped hospital gown, slender, as thin as himself. He seemed to use all his strength, and his arms shaking constantly on the bed.

What, how could he sit up from himself? It is impossible, who is that person? He must stand up, he must stand up, who is he?

"Don't help me." The man said this, and said, "and he turned sideways and slipped down from the right side. He was afraid that he was too weak. The man wearing a black mask reached out to help him but did not fall. But for the next help, he refused. He supported the bed with his right hand, gasping for breath. Peng Cheng saw his face, his bandaged face, and he even looked back at him. How could he be...

Peng Cheng struggled desperately. He wanted to stand up. He had to tell them that he was Peng Cheng. The person who stood up was not, that was Liu'er Mihou, not him, but no matter how hard he struggled, he could not move.

"Mom, I can do it."

Peng Cheng saw his mother. She looked at the person who stood up, the fake Liu'er Macaque. He didn't even know her. The person was not him. He actually smiled at him and he provoked him again.

"He is not!" Peng Cheng almost shouted, but even he himself felt that he was not moving at all, which made people desperate.

"He's not, he's not, he..."

Peng Cheng suddenly sat up from the bed, gasped hard, exhaling...

Why did he fall asleep again? Fortunately it was just a dream, but fortunately it was not that scary.

——

The phone suddenly rang again, as if it had cut his finger. Peng Cheng turned a deaf ear. The blue light was particularly eye-catching in the room without lights. It took a long time for the phone to stop ringing.

Peng Cheng buried his face between his hands, and rubbed it back and forth, as if he wanted to tear off the mask on his face. He was still scared, and he supported his forehead with his hands, feeling like a shaking egg, and he could no longer be clear.

The phone rang again, it must have been called by Beibei. She has never been so doubtful. It took a long time for the phone to be bright and dark, and it was bright and dark.

"Hey." Peng Cheng lowered his voice and asked.

"Where are you?" Beibei asked him in a low voice.

"Why don't you sleep so late?"

"Where are you?" the young man did not answer, so she must ask again.

"Home."

"oh."

"What's the matter?"

"It's okay?" She clearly had something to do. Both of them knew that this was a lie, but they thought that only they knew.

"Wife, you go to bed early. It's time for you to call."

"Yeah!" She felt very uneasy and always felt a little better when she heard him talking.

"Wife, then I'm dead. Are you okay? Go to bed early."

"Well, okay, then I'll contact you tomorrow." She didn't know what the phone call was for, but at any moment, she felt better.

"Well, come and kiss me." Peng Cheng asked happily, but he had already realized that he could not ask for it.

"No."

The young man got used to it, so he kissed the phone: "Then I'll kiss you."

——

Beibei was in a state of confusion. She couldn't sleep. She threw down the phone and was still sleepy. She was trapped in difficulties, unable to sleep or wake up. She made up with Peng Cheng again, so she must be more worried. She could have been out of the matter. Before the money problem was fundamentally solved, if they separated, the money problem would become Peng Cheng's own problem. Now money is the problem of the two of them, and she can't escape.

It was already past midnight, and in the black night sky, the bright moon seemed to have changed several positions, sometimes hanging on the treetops and sometimes on the canopy. She had no money, which made her feel uncomfortable.

She wanted to call Peng Cheng, but she thought about it again. Her only troubles were told to him that he had to listen. That was his fault, right? She called his cell phone. It was time for Peng Cheng to have to sleep, and he might not have fallen asleep. Didn’t he sleep just now?

——

Peng Cheng heard the prompt on the phone and another phone called in. He took the phone in front of him and saw that Beibei's name was flashing in the blue screen.

"What's wrong? Why don't you talk anymore?"

"Oh, it's okay, it's Bebe."

"Then you answer the phone!"

"Yeah, she's dead."

"Then call her quickly."

"Yeah, it'll be a while."

The phone prompted again, and Peng Cheng frowned. He knew that he didn't even need to look at it. He knew that he must be Beibei.
Chapter completed!