Five packs of milk powder, a roller coaster of thoughts

"Old Feng, are you really sure we only played for half an hour? Did you misread the time? I feel like it has already been three or four hours," Yu Wensong clicked to confirm, watching Feng Jingxian toss that piece of equipment into his backpack, and asked again.

Yuwen Song entered the room and gazed at this small life. At that moment, the little girl also woke up; as soon as she opened her eyes, she saw the person who had carried her through the storm, and once again revealed an angelic smile

Yuwen Song stared blankly at the equipment on the screen, and for some reason, he did not move the mouse over. After a while, this man, who was already feeling a bit dazed, suddenly asked a question that puzzled Feng Jingxian beside him: "Old Feng, we... have been playing for quite a while, haven't we..."

Yu Wensong could no longer sit still; not to mention forty-five minutes, even four or five minutes felt like a torment to him. Thus, he rushed out of the internet café, and after breathing in the fresh air outside, the weight that had pressed upon his heart seemed to gradually lighten. With each step he took towards the hospital, this sense of relief allowed him to once again feel that he was still a "human." As his body became lighter, his pace gradually transformed from walking to running, and then from running to sprinting. This sense of ease allowed him to once again feel that he was still a "human." During the thirty-minute distance from the internet café to the hospital, he did not stop for a moment! He reached his destination at a speed that even he could hardly believe.

Feng Jingxian picked up the equipment and directed his subordinate warrior to click on the still motionless priest, Yu Wensong. Upon seeing this, the four large characters "Request for Trade" on the screen appeared exceptionally prominent.

Yuwen Song is persuading himself, yet why does each attempt leave his heart aching? Whenever he mentions that the girl will forget him, why does a faint sense of loss wash over him? Could it be that he does not want her to forget him? Does he wish for her to remember him, to think of him, to recognize him forever?

Yuwen Song found himself in a predicament, and as he walked towards the nursing room, he began to persuade himself repeatedly: "Let go of your worries. If she forgets me, wouldn't that be better? Once she becomes familiar with the nurses and doctors here, I will have no responsibilities left, right? At that point, I can return to my own world, continue working, and save up for tuition fees, so I can take the college entrance examination next year. Yes, this is my life; I have already planned it out. As long as she forgets me and can accept the government's care, I can return to my own life, can't I... At that point, I can return to my own world, continue working, and save up for tuition fees, so I can take the college entrance examination next year. Yes, this is my life; I have already planned it out. As long as she forgets me and can accept the government's care, I can return to my own life, can't I..."

Hello! What are you yelling about? Really, you made me type something wrong and I sent it without even correcting it. You, just now, what did you mean by 'angel'? You aren't still thinking about that girl you were cozying up with last night, are you?

Yuwen Song did not find the answer, perhaps he would never find it. However, at that moment, his feelings would not deceive him; his body naturally began to move. The young man recalled this morning, the little one who cried loudly but stopped as soon as he approached, and the little girl who smiled at him. Suddenly, a wave of excitement surged within him, and a word, which he had almost forgotten after several hours, burst forth from his heart once again. The young man recalled this morning, the little one who cried loudly but stopped as soon as he approached, and the little girl who smiled at him. Suddenly, a wave of excitement surged within him, and a word, which he had almost forgotten after several hours, burst forth from his heart once again

Hey! Pick it up! This is your gear. I’m not mistaken, am I? You’re definitely going to get your priest gear today. I didn’t expect it to drop so quickly; do you have the favor of the goddess of luck?" Feng Jingxian laughed heartily, carefully examining the items in his backpack, relishing the bountiful rewards brought by this battle

Upon hearing Yu Wensong suddenly shout, Feng Jingxian beside him was evidently startled! With a twist of his arm, he knocked over a bottle of cola that was on the table, spilling it all over the floor

Half an hour ... ... "Yuwen Song quietly murmured these four words, repeating them over and over again, not knowing how many times he had said them. 'It's only half an hour ... ... but why do I feel like so much time has passed? Did I ever feel this way when I was online before?'

Interesting? Who knows. At this moment, Yu Wensong himself does not feel whether his decision is interesting or merely a self-inflicted trouble. To be honest, he is quite conflicted inside. He does not know what exactly this rush towards the hospital signifies. Even if we take a step back and assume he truly feels pity for that infant girl, he could easily wait another forty-five minutes and go out after dinner at seven o'clock. There would be no need to endure the enticing aromas from the street vendors on an empty stomach while frantically running to the hospital.

Yu Wensong was momentarily stunned, and his thoughts were abruptly pulled back from his memories. He glanced at the clock, which he had already looked at countless times, and noticed that it had quietly moved to 6:15.

Thinking of the worst-case scenario, Yu Wensong hurriedly shook his head, trying hard to drive away this annoying thought from his mind. However, no matter how hard he tried, this distressing possibility would sneak back in when he least expected it

"How long has it been?" Feng Jingxian rubbed his eyes, turned to look at a wall clock in the computer room, and said, "Where does this 'long time' come from? Is your brain really waterlogged? We have only been here for half an hour. Hey, if you don't pick it up soon, it will disappear. If you don't pick it up, I will."

A petite figure flickered in the dimly lit room, the tightly drawn curtains rendering the unlit space even darker. Yet, within this shadowy environment, that small silhouette seemed to emit a gentle glow, illuminating a bright beacon for Yu Wensong's gaze

Yu Wensong remained rooted to the spot, his subordinate's mouse hardly moving at all. He seemed to feel that if he continued to stay like this, he would undoubtedly make a mistake that he would regret for a lifetime, yet he could not articulate what that mistake was. Now, his mind was filled with a petite figure and the angelic smile that emanated from that small body. Why was he so concerned about her? Was it simply because he could not bear to see her suffer in the storm last night? Now, his mind was filled with a petite figure and the angelic smile that emanated from that small body. Why was he so concerned about her? Was it merely because he could not bear to see her suffer in the storm last night? Was it only because he took off his coat to protect her with all his body heat? Was it only because, in that storm, he risked his life to run through nature's fury to save her?

As he turned the last corner, the nursing room from that morning reappeared before Yu Wensong. However, at this moment, it seemed very quiet inside, with not a single sound of crying coming from within. Hearing such silence, so unlike the usual noise of the hospital, made Yu Wensong's heart tighten: "Could it be that her parents have already arrived? Have they taken her away? Or has the hospital handed the child over to the government?"

I see you are really a bit crazy, how long has it been and you can't even tell? What do you mean you only played for half an hour? I feel like it has just been ten minutes! Damn! Someone ambushed me! Alright! Let me show you who the real boss is! ... ... Lao Song, don't worry. Tonight I will treat you, play however you like! Let's welcome the dawn of tomorrow morning together! Good! Took him down, damn it, how dare he hit me from behind? ... ... Lao Song, don't worry. Tonight I will treat you, play however you like! Let's welcome the dawn of tomorrow morning together! Good! Took him down, damn it, how dare he hit me from behind? Oh ... ... oh. ... ... Lao Song, I won't talk to you anymore. There's a girl looking for me to chat, you go ahead and browse for a while.

"Old Feng, I need to use the restroom, so I'll step out for a moment." Yu Wensong, distracted, fabricated a lie and stood up to rush out the door

The captivating scenes, the breathtaking battles, countless spells and slaughters are born in this virtual world! Yu Wensong watched as the character he controlled with his mouse repeatedly killed a mindless, unconscious monster, and saw a piece of equipment he had long dreamed of drop from a BOSS. However, strangely, at that moment, he suddenly felt devoid of the surprise he had originally felt. The money gained from defeating the monsters suddenly made him feel that everything was so empty! It was as if the person sitting in front of the computer was another individual, someone so unfamiliar that he felt he did not recognize himself at all!

However, he could no longer wait. For the past forty-five minutes, he had sat in front of the computer like a corpse! He could not feel any of the joy that the game hetushu.com brought him; instead, he began to develop a strong sense of self-loathing. This feeling intensified and became more apparent as time went on

In these final few steps, Yu Wensong walked extremely slowly, so slowly that he almost felt as if he were moving backward! After a difficult trek of "as long as" 10 meters, he once again arrived in front of that large door... Through the glass, he gazed into the interior...

The closer he got to that room, the more tense Yu Wensong felt. He was worried about what to do if the little girl was crying at that moment. What if her condition relapsed? ... And what if ... what if? ... After a day of rest, this little girl had already become familiar with the nurses in the hospital; what should he do if she forgot about him?

At six thirty, in just a short hour after he finished work, Yu Wensong seemed to have experienced a roller coaster of fate. ... However, when he slowly pushed open the door to the end, a new starting point lay before his eyes ...

Angel

Feng Jingxian absentmindedly responded, as he was happily chatting with a girl in a virtual world, completely unaware that there was a restroom in the internet café. Meanwhile, Yu Wensong was running towards the door. Catching a glimpse of Yu Wensong's computer, he saw the body lying stiffly on the ground and remarked, "Old Song really is something; even in death, he doesn't make a sound. Is it really that interesting to lie there as a corpse?"

Good evening, do you need any assistance?" Standing at the counter was another nurse; it seemed that Bai Lili was not on duty today. However, this was of little concern to Yu Wensong, who strolled towards the special care room.