The solar system is broken

Later, it became very complicated.

The place where memories continue is in the hospital.

Yimeng put one hand on the wall, looked down at the writer, and pointed his thumb at Sichuan Yuan, who was watching from a distance, "Are you sure you don't want him to bail you out?"

Racing through three streets, destroying a lot of green plants.

The court directly issued him a summons with an official seal. Fortunately, he was injured and can be released on medical parole.

The writer raised his eyes and groaned angrily.

In that car accident, the writer was lucky

Jiang Che suffered a muscle strain in his hand and a fracture in his leg. The rest were just superficial injuries, which were not serious. In addition, he lost a pair of low-quality black glasses.

As for Jiang Che, she was a bit unlucky. She had a ruptured vein in her calf, a scratch on her left arm, and lost a lot of blood.

"Should I push you over?"

"No," the writer tilted his head.

A drip dripped from his head and snaked down a plastic tube into his veins.

The hospital lights shone on the writer's paper-like face.

Plaster leggings.

The red light in the emergency room was still on, and many people were vaguely moving around inside. In the operating room, blood transfusions and wounds were being bandaged.

The corridor was empty and it was already late at night.

This is the night of the full moon (not necessarily the fifteenth, the moon's trajectory is difficult to simulate under the gravity of flying stars and the earth). The dimmed moon hangs high in the sky, and the sky is filled with broken bright colors. Xi Xi

The gentle breeze disturbed the bamboos outside the window, and there was a sound of Haloxylon. This was a very ordinary night.

"The young couple quarreled? It's not like life is bumpy..." Yimeng touched his nose and said tentatively.

"I don't know her," the writer breathed out through his nostrils.

"I don't know you? You chased me to the crematorium?"

"I don't care about a girl, but you are a man..."

"Shut up!" I was almost kidding. Do you still care about her gender?

"Okay, okay, your housework," Yimeng raised his hand and took two steps back, "Then how can you bail? The whole family is here."

Jiang Che did not get married, and the writer was also single. Their parents died young. In a car accident, the Jiang family was taken away.

"I have a friend," the writer felt a little out of breath when he said this.

Needless to say, it is basically false.

The so-called friend is a bit special. They don't meet many times, and they don't even talk to each other a few times.

He is just a special "patient", and they are all "alien".

"Are you sure you have friends?" Yimeng looked at the writer with his head hanging suspiciously, squinting his eyes suspiciously.

The writer covered his face and lowered his head, "Probably~"

"Okay, I'll buy some food." Yimeng spread his hands, there was no need to continue this exchange.

A withdrawn personality, a simple interpersonal circle, extremely high knowledge, and a special sister. This is simply a perfect potential outbreak area for crime.

If there's a murder or something... forget it, it's not my intention to be granted the title of Marquis, I hope Haibo can be peaceful.

Yimeng walked towards the glass door, and Chuan Yuan hid his little head behind the potted plant.

But...girl...you are so big, but the glass is still transparent, what can you cover?

Yimeng, cover your face.

Well, this is love.

Putting his hand on his forehead, his IQ is... that of an exchange student at Imperial University.

One traffic accident, three people, isn't it shameful?

"Hey~" Kawahara Nanako waved to Yimeng quietly, and it seemed that she didn't realize it at all.

"Actually, you can be more direct." Yimeng walked through the door and pressed his hand on the red button to close the door. "We all know." He clicked on the glass.

"Huh?" Kawa Yuan was stunned, then he covered his blushing face. "Oh~ I..."

"You want to ask about Jiangnan, right?" Yimeng leaned against the door, took out a cigarette out of habit, and held it in his mouth.

Unfortunately, before he could start the fire, a nurse reminded him very politely, Sir, you will be fined for being like this.

Yimeng took back his cigarette angrily and said sorry, but in his heart was a greeting.

"Is there any chance?" Kawa Yuan lowered his head, feeling very unsure. In fact, she could clearly hear the writer's words to shut up just now.

Yimeng pointed his cigarette in the direction of the writer, "Actually, you can bail him out, but what? Now he is very angry."

"Um."

Nowadays, when it is said that writers eat children, Kawahara believes it.

He was so crazy. He ran away risking his life just to avoid himself.

"This is my sincere thought. I hope the police officer will apologize to Teacher Jiang on my behalf," Chuanyuan respectfully handed a box of sushi to Yimeng's hand.

Yimeng did not accept the sushi, but said seriously, "The person who untie the bell must also tie the bell."

Yimeng couldn't help her with the grudge between the two.

"Well..." Kawahara lowered his head.

Yimeng pointed inside with his thumb, "Now is an opportunity, you can try it."

Then Kawahara caught the writer's child-eating gaze. Kawahara shivered and shook his head repeatedly, saying no.

"Just got it~ (Come on)" in bulk Japanese, Yimeng left.

"Senior..." Kawayuan held the sushi helplessly, not knowing what to do. However, Yimeng had disappeared, probably going to smoke.

Difficult to do.

To put it mildly, the writer is a bit different from ordinary people.

Taking a peek, the writer turned his head away.

Didi didi~

The cell phone rang, at this calm time.

Chuan Yuan opened her cell phone in confusion and saw an unread message. The sender was Jin Ji, her master's tutor.

"Huh?" Kawa Yuan was confused. The instructor was a weirdo. He had never been in contact with her except in class. This was the first time he sent a text message.

On the blue screen, there was a simple line: Mr. Chuan Yuan, a friend of mine Jiang Nan needs to be released on bail. However, he is entangled in worldly things and is afraid that he will not be able to escape. I hope Mr. Chuan Yuan can help me. Thank you very much.

Below is a line of address, District 12 Union Hospital xxx.

Friend? Chuan Yuan looked at Jiang Nan in the glass in shock. It turned out that Jiang Nan was waiting for his mentor. The world is really small.

It's just... Kawahara smiled awkwardly, this mission might be a hellish difficulty.

Chuanyuan dialed back the phone number from which the message was sent, but no one answered the call, only a busy tone.

Maybe... Chuan Yuan put down his phone and looked depressed. What was the instructor busy with? Chuan Yuan shook his head. Jin Ji was a weirdo. He almost never participated in any activities. What could he be busy with?

Wait... At this time, Chuan Yuan looked surprised and then happy. He puffed up his cheeks, then covered his face with the back of his hands, trying hard to keep himself calm.

She picked up her phone, quickly entered a series of messages and sent them to Jin Ji. Then she sent a text message to the person in charge of the organizer.

The latter text message received a quick reply within seconds of receiving it, saying "Hurry up."

Kawahara made a fist with his backhand, waved the next song, and said in a low voice, "Yeah~"

Phew ~ What a great cleverness.

He smoothed his heaving chest, tidied his messy hair, cleared his throat, and clicked the door button.

This time, she was 100% sure about facing the writer.

Information asymmetry is an excellent breeding ground for conspiracy.

"Zizi~" The door opened.

"..." The writer looked at the woman expressionlessly.

"Teacher Jiang," bowed at 90 degrees, "I'm really sorry about what happened today~"

Close your eyes.

Kawahara twitched the corner of his mouth and stopped taking the sushi in his hand.

"Mr. Jin can't come," Chuan Yuan sat on the chair next to him, clicked out the text message on his phone, and handed it over.

The writer didn't answer, obviously he didn't believe it.

"Mr. Jin is my mentor," Chuan Yuan did not expect him to believe it all at once. "He is preparing for the academic exchange meeting. Time is tight and he just sent me a message."

The writer squinted and vaguely saw the content on the phone, which was exactly what Kawahara said.

"?"

Speaking of which, it was an accident that the writer met Professor Jin.

Mr. Jin lives next door to the writer, and they have little contact with each other.

Fortunately, Jin's family has a very ferocious dog. Every time the writer comes back from eating out, he is chased by the dog, which makes him very embarrassed.

It turns out that if a normal person is chased by a dog, he will at most come to the owner's house to argue with him.

It's just that the writer is not normal and wants to retaliate in kind. When I came back for the second time, I bought a roasted sweet potato wrapped in oil paper. When I saw the dog from a distance, I threw the sweet potato to it.

Then, the dog was a beast after all, so after sniffing it, it was fine, bit it, burned it, and howled. The writer was laughing proudly beside him.

Mr. Jin finally became enemies with the writer, leaning against the threshold and scolding the writer for a dog.

The opening sentence was "Repent, please, change it", and the two of them got into a verbal battle.

It's a pity that Mr. Jin is an old man with a science major, and he can't scold a writer. From the Book of Songs to the whole Song Dynasty, and from Chinese to German, Mr. Jin is so angry that his nose is crooked. He didn't expect that there is someone braver than him. Since he became famous, he has always been invincible.

hand.

As a result, the noise made everyone in one building unhappy. There was a fight in that building over a dog.

Then the neighborhood committee tried to mediate between the two, but it was of no use and the two continued their boring fight.

But I don’t know when, both of them were impressed by each other’s erudition, heroes cherished heroes, and they became friends.

Thinking of this, the writer unconsciously curled up his lips.

"Huh?" Kawahara leaned very close and blew his breath on the writer's face.

The writer wanted to stay away, but unfortunately he was in a wheelchair, so he could only slant his body to avoid it.

"かわいい! (cute)"

The feeling of being stuck on something sticky makes the writer's scalp numb. It's so stupid and irritating that it affects rational judgment.

Writer: I can’t take it anymore!!

Kawahara: Why didn’t he react at all?

Cengceng!

"Wait a minute, what do you want to do?" The writer backed up in his wheelchair.

He had realized that his status had changed and there was no room for discussion between the two of them.

"I can bail you out, but you have to go to the academic exchange meeting," Kawahara crossed his legs, propped his chin on his hand, and looked at the young writer with a smile.

"Impossible," the writer said softly.

With such a close distance, every expression of the writer can be clearly captured.

She found that the writer was very young, with a thin face, willow-leaf eyebrows, and a high nose bridge. Although he was generally Mongoloid, he still had a bit of French blood (the writer's mother was a Frenchman), and he was very attractive.

"Pangci...white~" the writer glanced at it unintentionally and murmured softly.

"What?" Pushed down her skirt and pulled her legs back. Her favorability level was reduced by 200.

In fact, except for Mr. Jin, his neighbor, he has no other friends at all. Bail...may have to go to God.

The writer pouted, "I'm obviously very excited."

"?"

The writer shook his head.

Kawahara said harshly, "As you said, the essence of society is a community of interests. Without the value of exchange, there is no right to survive." This sentence appeared in the writer's paper. This time Kawahara will

He used it on writers.

"I..." The writer opened his eyes, "Is there no other choice?"

Sitting on the bench was a typical Asian woman with long dark hair and a little blush on her cheeks. She looked at the writer with mischievous eyes, filled with treachery.

"It's not fair, what you have to offer..."

"It's a seller's market now, you have no choice." Chuan Yuan put away the phone and chuckled. But laughter here will bring psychological shadow to the writer. "I make an offer, but you can't counter-offer."

"Profiteer!" The writer gritted his teeth and agreed.

"Well, well, well~" Kawahara didn't care and handed over the box of sushi.

"No." However, the writer's stomach growled. He was hungry.

The writer licked his lips and looked at the box of sushi. It was so tempting and cool...

Not rigorous anymore.

After a long time, the plastic box was torn open, and inside were neatly placed three pieces of meat and rice balls with extremely fine cutting skills. The writer chewed the sushi and looked at Kawahara sideways, "What do you want?"

"..." Kawa Yuan felt that he seemed to have left a very bad impression on him, "Let's talk about it after eating."

Having never eaten it before, the writer curiously looked at this food that looked like a handicraft. He used to live alone, and the only dish he cooked was random stew, which had no aesthetic taste.

Open your mouth and throw the whole thing in. The cheeks deform in a strange way, it's too big.

"Uh~ah~uh~" Regardless of the taste, he was very satisfied with the feeling of chewing.

The writer thinks this is a conspiracy.

Kawahara smiled. It was the first time she had seen such a complete way of eating, like a savage.

Writer: What does she want to do?

At this moment, the maternal tenderness hidden deep in Chuanyuan's heart slowly emerged.

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Pfft," the writer complained. "I can't agree to this request~"

The wheelchair vibrates.

Kawahara Nanako:...Am I wrong? Please explain it clearly to me.

He stared at the writer with a fierce look and snorted angrily.

"500 general coins!!"

The two stopped talking.