Quick Travel: Destiny for Thirty Lifetimes

"Comrade Lian, I borrowed an ox cart from the village chief's house." The door of the house was suddenly pushed open, and Qu Ruixiang came in with sweat on his forehead, followed by someone.

Lian Qingyang withdrew his hand imperceptibly. Without even checking Lin Haojun's condition, he stood up and turned around to say, "The fields are busy right now. Aren't all the oxen needed? Comrade Ji?"

Ji Yunchen looked at his pale face and hummed, then glanced at the bed, then at Lian Qingyang's face. He frowned and asked, "Why do you look worse than Comrade Lin?"

Qu Ruixiang obviously saw it as well. He walked to the bed, bent down, raised his hand and sniffed Lin Haojun's breathing. Lin Haojun's breathing was much steadier and stronger than before.

"There is an elder in my family who is a doctor. I learned a little from him when I was a child. I just helped him to calm down based on my memory. I didn't expect it to be so effective." Lian Qingyang supported the wall with one hand behind his back and explained with pursed lips. What he said was true. The aunt in his world was a doctor, but he didn't use the doctor's method to save the man just now.

The two people present seemed to accept this explanation and did not ask any further questions. Qu Ruixiang said that he would stay here and asked Lian Qingyang to follow Ji Yunchen to take the cattle back.

Ji Yunchen and Lian Qingyang walked on the road one after the other. The yellow cow walking beside them followed Ji Yunchen's pace obediently, making heavy breathing sounds from time to time.

Halfway through the journey, Lian Qingyang let out a sigh, stared at the back of the person in front of him and asked his doubts.

"Brother Ji, do you know what happened to Lin Haojun?"

Ji Yunchen paused, nodded slowly, and turned his head to the side and whispered, "I don't know who spread the rumor this morning that Comrade Lin... doesn't like girls..."

Lian Qingyang's already somewhat confused mind was in a daze. Yes, if such a rumor were to be spread in this era, even if it was false, he would be severely scolded by those who did not know the truth. If it was more serious, he might be forced to end his life.

What about Lin Haojun? Did he jump into the river on his own or was he pushed in?

He swallowed hard, his dry throat a little sore from the saliva he swallowed, and his voice was inevitably hoarse when he spoke again: "Then, Brother Ji, do you think that this kind of person shouldn't be alive?"

After all, having grown up in this environment, Ji Yunchen had never been exposed to such matters, so he didn't know what to say for a moment.

Lian Qingyang blinked, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Lian Qingyang stopped in his tracks when he reached the door of Village Chief Ji's house. Ji Yunchen looked up at the sun hanging in the sky and said to Lian Qingyang, "It's almost noon. Why don't you have lunch at my house?"

"No, Comrade Ji." Lian Qingyang shook his head. His fair face seemed a little lonely, but he still raised the corner of his mouth and refused, "I have to go back to see Lin Haojun. He might wake up."

Ji Yunchen wanted to say something, but he didn't. He watched Lian Qingyang turn around and walk away.

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When Lian Qingyang returned, Lin Haojun had already woken up. When Lian Qingyang entered the room, he just glanced at him lightly and then continued to stare at the sky in a daze.

Qu Ruixiang is not here at the moment. I guess he went to the fields after seeing that Lin Haojun was fine.

"Are you feeling better?" Lian Qingyang stopped in front of the bed, his eyes fixed on the man.

Lin Haojun then turned his head and turned his gaze to Lian Qingyang again, but tears started to flow before he could say anything.

He remained expressionless, tears silently slid down the bridge of his nose, and then dripped vertically into the pillow.

Lian Qingyang tilted his head to look at him, his eyes calm and his voice flat: "You don't have to be like this in front of me, Lin Haojun, or rather, the Lin Haojun who traveled to a parallel world?"

The body on the bed trembled suddenly. Lin Haojun's eyes widened, and his gaze, staring into the void, fell on Lian Qingyang's face. Shock was unconcealable in his eyes, but he quickly calmed down, turned his head and closed his eyes, but spoke with a noticeable tremor: "I don't understand what you are saying. Thank you very much for saving me. If you know about that incident, please don't mention it again."

"I saved your life not out of kindness, but was this all you did today a self-directed act, or did you intend to harm others but end up being harmed?" Lian Qingyang leaned against the wall with his arms folded. His complexion had recovered and an expression of "don't mess with me" was written all over his face.

If Xiaojiu were here, he wouldn't have been so anxious to test the waters and make things clear. Now, without Xiaojiu to supervise him, Lian Qingyang had no choice but to confront him head-on, wanting to show he wasn't someone to be trifled with, lest this person plot against him. However, Lin Haojun wasn't as dark as Xiaojiu had suggested. Instead, he looked pitiful, knowing full well that pitiful people are often hateful, but not all pitiful people are hateful.

Hearing this, Lin Haojun suddenly opened his eyes, clenched his hands at his sides, and spoke in a trembling voice, still soft and soft: "If you are from there too, you should know how I was framed. If not, then there is nothing to say. After I died, I woke up on an oxcart. At that time, I thought that even if I had to die again, I would drag you all to hell."

As if he had thought of something, his voice choked. "But then I realized this isn't that scary world. You're completely different from them. It would be fine if I could stay here for three months and then return to the city. Maybe God can't stand me living so peacefully. Today, someone called me out, and when I got there, I felt a force on my back and was pushed into the river. After I woke up, I realized I jumped because someone discovered I didn't like women."

As he spoke, he turned his head, tears still welling up in his eyes, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

Lian Qingyang's expression relaxed, and he lowered his eyes to listen to his soft words without saying anything else. After Lin Haojun finished speaking, he sighed softly, pulled the quilt for Lin Haojun, and turned to walk out.

The educated youth who had just returned from work were in the yard and were having lunch. When Qu Ruixiang saw Lian Qingyang, he waved to him and asked him to come over and sit down to eat with them.

He went over and sat down, and Qu Ruixiang asked in a low voice: "I saw Lin Haojun went to work after he woke up. How is he now?"

Lian Qingyang glanced around at the people in the courtyard. No one seemed to care about what was happening here at the moment, and they were still chatting animatedly. He pressed his forehead and lowered his voice: "He's fine. I'll bring him some food after I finish eating."

Qu Ruixiang nodded and looked around. He stared in one direction for two seconds before continuing to eat.

It was obvious that he found the meal difficult to swallow. Lian Qingyang put down his chopsticks without eating much and took the food served on the side into the house.

He didn't completely believe Lin Haojun's words, but there must be someone else who wanted to frame everyone. As someone who also knew the future information, Lin Haojun was naturally the first to be kicked out.