"Which software is the live broadcast on? Let's pay attention too." The old lady's daughter laughed and joined in the fun.
Qu Mingcong smiled and said, "The new account I just registered has nothing on it. I will tell you when it is ready."
"Okay, we'll all pay attention to it then."
The topic in the ward suddenly revolved around the live broadcast.
Qu Mingcong is really not interested in this stuff, but he can't stop the old lady and her daughter from liking it. Sometimes they share their favorite anchors, sometimes they sing and dance to the mobile phone software, and they also teach Qu Wan how to use the most popular character special effects.
Posing in front of the camera with his teeth and claws arrogant.
It seems that Qu Mingcong is out of place and it is difficult to integrate.
Qu Wan urged him to go back quickly, since he couldn't relieve his old mother's boredom by staying here anyway.
He felt it was inappropriate. The old lady had her daughter with her, and he couldn't leave Qu Wan alone. So he stayed there until nine o'clock, and waited until the lights were turned off in the ward to rest before he got up and left.
When I walked out of the hospital, the stars were shining brightly above my head. The stars in the distance blended with the city lights and turned into a blur of stars.
Another day has passed.
Every day passes silently.
In the ward just now, Qu Wan chased him away, probably because she didn't want to drag him down.
But she never thought that the only thing he, her son, could do for her now was to accompany her.
Qu Mingcong looked at the starry sky for a while, then got on his motorcycle and went back.
The night wind was already biting, and the skin on his cheeks was tightened by the wind while he was galloping. His mind began to think about which closet at home he kept his pair of winter leather gloves, and he also thought about the guy on the phone who didn't have to worry about the gradually cold weather.
Speaking of which, she seems to be too quiet today.
To be precise, she probably became quiet after Shao Jiaming came to make trouble. After all, she was still quite active in the morning.
"Qiao Yueying, are you okay?" Qu Mingcong slowed down the car and said to his cell phone, "I usually complain about boredom, why didn't you talk today?"
The phone did not respond.
Qu Mingcong raised his eyebrows in confusion and asked again: "Hello? What are you doing?"
After waiting for a while, a faint voice came from the phone: "Sorry...can you please stop talking to me for the time being, because I am now in the time of the white slanting light of wisdom."
Qu Mingcong: “…………”
His mood at this moment, combined with his look at this moment, fully demonstrates what it means to be messy in the wind.
"What are you doing again?" he asked.
Qiao Yueying sighed: "It's the white slanting light of wisdom. Haven't you seen Conan? Whenever a flash of inspiration or enlightenment occurs, Conan's head will be slanted by a beam of white light."
Qu Mingcong's mouth twitched slightly, "...your head was also penetrated diagonally?"
"The point is not to wear it diagonally, the point is that this kind of moment is very precious and I need 100% concentration." Her tone sounded very solemn.
Qu Mingcong curled up his lips helplessly, "Okay, then I won't affect your smart diagonal penetration."
"It's not a diagonal light, it's the white light of wisdom that shines diagonally." Qiao Yueying corrected him again.
"Well, the white light of wisdom slants through...the white light slants, the light slants...forget it, you can get busy."
Why does he repeat such childish and useless terms?
Qu Mingcong let out a breath and decided to shut up.
The motorcycle continued to move forward.
The wind blows loudly on the road, the lights flicker, and the motorcycle nimbly shuttles through the stagnant traffic, like a fish taking a new path.
Ten minutes later, Qu Mingcong drove into a familiar neighborhood and was about to turn back to the community when Qiao Yueying suddenly said: "Stop the car."
Qu Mingcong was slightly stunned. Although the car did not stop, it immediately slowed down and asked her: "What's wrong?"
"Stop the car and go to the massage parlor." Qiao Yueying said.