Save the tragic villain in progress!

Xiao Jinang is a highly intelligent anthropomorphic system that can reproduce almost all human emotions.So he knew that tears, a salty liquid, represented pain in most cases, even if weeping with joy, it would inevitably be mixed with a bit of long-lasting bitterness.

Xiao Jinang touched the tear stains on Ming Zhou's cheek with his fingertips, a trace of bewilderment flashed in his eyes, he didn't understand why the other party was crying, and asked with concern in a low voice: "Doctor Ming, did you hurt from the fall?"

He half-knelt on the ground after speaking, lowered his head and rolled up Ming Zhou's trousers, and as expected, he saw a black and purple mark on the edge of the coffee table on the other party's knee, and was about to get up to find the medicine box, but his wrist was suddenly killed by Ming Zhou. grabbing—

Mingri's fingertips were as cold as a piece of ice, his face was pale and ugly, his breathing was heavy, and he was a little more flustered than when he lost his way in the mall that day.

He held Xiao Jin'ang's hand tightly, his dark hair was soaked in cold sweat, his eyelashes shone in the light, but those eyes were out of focus and lifeless, he asked in a panic, "Why is it so dark?"

Tomorrow could no longer distinguish between reality and illusion.He groped around on the ground, as if he was looking for something, then stood up staggeringly, accidentally touched the cold corner of the table, the cold wall, finally touched the light switch, and pressed it hard.

Only a light "click" sound was heard.

His vision was still dark.

Ming Zhou raised his head and tried to widen those out-of-focus eyes, as if he must stubbornly watch something light up in front of his eyes.He pressed the switch hard over and over again, his pale fingertips were sticky and slippery from cold sweat, and the chandelier in the room also flickered with his movements, dazzling people's eyes.

"Why is it so dark..."

"why……"

There was cold sweat falling down Ming Zhou's chin, his whole body was extremely nervous, he muttered to himself in a low voice, these words were repeated back and forth.The cat huddled in the corner was also startled by the frequent flashing lights, and cried out in a low voice, circling in circles restlessly, with a high-pitched and hoarse voice.

Tomorrow is very much like that cat.

And that cat is also very like Tomorrow.

Seeing this, Xiao Jinang came back to his senses, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop Ming Zhou's actions.He tightly held Ming Zhou's cold hands, wrapped them in his palms, and kept him from moving, and comforted him in a low voice: "It's okay, it's night now, so the sky is dark, just wait until dawn."

"No...it won't be dawn..."

Such a dark sky has never been lit up in 35 years.

Ming Zhou trembled all over, and suddenly pushed Xiao Jin'ang away, with red eyes pinching his neck tightly with his hands, tears fell down his eyes, and hit the ground straight: "Why haven't I died yet?"

He choked himself tightly, his breathing was rapid, his knuckles turned blue with strength, and he kept asking with red eyes, "Why am I still alive..."

"Why am I still alive..."

Ming Zhou's figure couldn't help but slipped to the ground, the coolness from the floor permeated his whole body, the wind and rain outside the window, lightning flashed and thunder rumbled, and he returned to that precarious night in a trance.

Regardless of the crying of the child, the blood-stained woman turned around and left the dark room step by step, walked slowly to the window of the tall building, and then jumped down.

It's dark, it's really dark...

That woman shouldn't have stabbed herself blind, she should have jumped down with herself...

I can't see anything tomorrow, but I can still smell the sour smell of rotten rice.There was a convulsion in his stomach, and he finally let go of the hand that was holding his throat. He couldn't help lying on the ground and retching, as if he wanted to spit out all the rotten past that he had swallowed.

Xiao Jinang didn't know what happened, he only knew that there was a feeling of darkness and no light in Ming Zhou's body.He was worried in his heart, hesitated for a moment, and finally put his palm on Ming Zhou's back lightly, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, he slowly comforted and patted, and said in a low voice: "It's okay..."

He said, "It's okay..."

Xiao Jin'ang had just taken a shower, and his body was still covered with water vapor. After touching the air, it became icy cold again.He stretched out his hand to help Ming Zhou up from the ground, then hugged him a little strangely, gave him a warm and kind hug, put his chin against Ming Zhou's forehead, and rubbed it lightly: "You are afraid of the dark wrong?"

Xiao Jinang seemed to be trying to make him happy, a white glow slowly gathered on his slender fingertips, shining dazzlingly in the dark room.He leaned against the top of Ming Zhou's head, and then covered Ming Zhou's eyes with his slightly cool palms, and the other's dark eyes lit up little by little.

It was as if a faint light suddenly appeared in front of him. Although he still couldn't see anything, it dispelled the boundless haze that had lasted for decades.

Xiao Jinang didn't have much energy left, he couldn't heal Ming Zhou's eyes, he could only bring some comfort to Ming Zhou in this way.

And this method is undoubtedly effective, I saw that Ming Zhou who was still struggling violently just now slowly calmed down, he held Xiao Jin'ang's hand tightly, as if he was afraid that the other party would leave, the strength was so strong that his joints turned blue.

Xiao Jinang sat on the ground, covered Ming Zhou's eyes with one hand, patted Ming Zhou's back with the other, and whispered comfortingly: "It's okay, don't be afraid, it's okay..."

Although he didn't know what happened to Ming Zhou, the appearance of the other party was undoubtedly distressing.He wanted to help the other party, not for the task or for anything else, but simply wanted to help this person.

All the suffering in the world should not be imposed on the same person, that would be too unfair.

Xiao Jinang maintained that posture, motionless, until the sound of dripping and noisy rain outside the window gradually subsided, then he lowered his eyes to look at the person in his arms.

Ming Zhou closed his eyes and curled up in Xiao Jin'ang's arms, finding a rare sense of security that he hadn't seen for a long time, and finally unknowingly let go of his defenses and fell asleep, breathing heavily.It's just that his face is still pale, his brows are tightly knitted, and he can't relax in his sleep.

Seeing this, Xiao Jinang withdrew his hands covering his eyes, then slightly adjusted his posture, and picked him up from the ground.His figure was too slender, casting a faint shadow on the floor with blurred edges, like an unreal dream.

Xiao Jin'ang walked into the bedroom quietly, trying not to make a sound, leaned over and put Ming Zhou on the bed, thinking of something, turned to look at Ming Zhou's legs.

Blind people always have many scars on their bodies, which are the imprints left by the world, and tomorrow is no exception.

Xiao Jinang sat down at the end of the bed, rolled up Ming Zhou's trousers little by little, and saw that the other's thin and slender legs were covered with mottled and old scars, and there was a brand new bruise on the knee, which was already torn. bruised.

Xiao Jinang vaguely remembered that there were cotton swabs and medicine in the bedside table.He squatted on the ground and rummaged gently, finally found the disinfectant and gauze, and then treated Ming Zhou's wound with slight movements. Looking at Ming Zhou's pale and transparent face under the light, he was curious and distressed.

He was curious about what he had experienced tomorrow to become what he is now.At the same time, he felt a little distressed, obviously the man in front of him was extremely gentle and refined, yet he lived with bruises all over his body.

Driven by too many complicated emotions, Xiao Jinang finally made a move that violated the rules.He looked down at his fingertips, then at Ming Zhou who was still asleep, hesitated for a moment, and finally chose to put his fingertips lightly on the other's forehead, closed his eyes and began to read Ming Zhou's book. memory in mind.

At that moment, they shared all the darkness and sting of the past.

Xiao Jinang is just an intelligent system. From the day he was created, his memory is blank, so he has never experienced human malice, and it is hard to imagine how the pain of life can oppress people.

So when he finished reading the childhood memories belonging to Ming Zhou, he froze on the spot. He couldn't imagine that the elegant and easy-going man in front of him grew up in such an environment.

"..."

After a long silence, Xiao Jinang slowly withdrew his fingertips.He leaned over slightly, rubbed his face lightly against Ming Zhou's, and left as soon as he touched it, as if silently comforting something.

This warm friend who bought him candy and ice cream and was willing to grant him everything...

Yes, in Xiao Jinang's heart, tomorrow is warm for him.Just like the other person's name, every time he reads it, he can think of the warm sun in winter.Xiao Jinang didn't even want to use the word "villain" on Ming Zhou, because he wasn't bad at all.

This night, tomorrow's uninterrupted diary was rarely disconnected for a day, as if it was some kind of omen, the haze and sting of the past would break with him here, and go further and further away.

It was also rare for Xiao Jinang not to read the news in the group, lying on the bedside, watching the day and night.

That night, the pattering rain outside the window kept falling, and we could not see the bright moonlight in the sky, nor could we hear the cicadas chirping in the treetops.In the dream, the lanterns are like the day, as if seeing the sky suddenly brighten, and the sunny day is like blue.

Lie in bed tomorrow, and gradually wake up at dawn, seeing the darkness that has been with me for many years.He moved his fingertips slightly, frowned subconsciously, and instinctively groped the surrounding environment to confirm where he was, but as soon as he moved, a familiar voice sounded in his ear: "Doctor Ming, are you awake? "

It's Xiao Jinang...

Hearing his voice tomorrow, his body froze, the lock of the memory box was unlocked, flooding in like a tide, he suddenly remembered everything that happened last night.At that moment, Ming Zhou only felt the blood flow backwards all over his body, and even his face slowly faded away, becoming as pale as paper.

He is a calm and indifferent doctor during the day and day, and rarely has any big emotional fluctuations due to anything. Yesterday, because the things in the storage box suddenly lost control, it is tantamount to a sick behavior in the eyes of others.

Tomorrow is unwilling and unwilling to let others see this scene, at least, that person cannot be Xiao Jinang...

"I……"

Ming Zhou subconsciously sat up from the bed, looking a little bewildered.He moved his lips, as if he wanted to explain something, but he couldn't utter a word for a long time, his lips were chapped and bloodless.

Ming Zhou stretched out his hand, fumbled for something in the dark, and finally touched Xiao Jin'ang's hand beside the bed, clenched it tightly uncontrollably, the palm was covered with cold and sticky cold sweat: "I... I'm sorry... I yesterday……"

Ming Zhou didn't want Xiao Jin'ang to be afraid of him, and tried hard to find a reasonable reason to explain his behavior yesterday, but before he could make up a reason, a "shh" sounded in his ears.

"it does not matter."

Xiao Jin'ang put his index finger to his lips, indicating that Ming Zhou didn't need to explain anything, then gently hugged him into his arms, gave him a comforting hug, then patted Ming Zhou's back clumsily, and comforted him in a low voice:

"it does not matter."