What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

"These past few days have been really..." Lu Yan wiped himself clean and changed into a new layer of underwear, then held his forehead and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he bent down, picked up the bedding on the ground and threw it onto the bed. As he climbed onto the bed, he saw his sword stuck in the gap.

His gaze paused there, and fragments of his recent dream flashed through his mind.

The fourteen or fifteen-year-old man sat in the cold alley, scarred and feeling the wind... His face had become blurred, and if he hadn't dreamed of it this time, he would have almost forgotten what that man looked like.

Lu Yan let out a long breath, reached into the gap and took out the sword.

There were a lot of fragmented images in his mind these days, including the image of the child he imprisoned crying to him, and the image of the emaciated child who was always working hard behind the scenes. The little girl should be free... As for the strange monk in the dream, although Lu Jinan still didn't know who that person was, he might be a destined person.

And the gloomy child in the ward was always playing with the flowers on the windowsill. The person who hid his feelings accompanied him through that world, as well as his parents in that world...

When that dirty and naughty boy became a general guarding a place, a smile appeared on his face.

The people who lived and worked in peace and contentment worshiped him, the king who had disguised himself with several layers of skin became his believer, as did all the people known to this world.

Lu Yan held the sword in his arms, closed his eyelids and sorted out the memories that had come to him over the past few days. A few days ago, he thought he was possessed by a demon. These people and things he had never met kept seeping into his mind bit by bit. It turned out that these were all precious memories of his.

You ask him why he is not frightened at all by all these unfamiliar memories. Perhaps it is because these memories are just the intersection of memories with those people with whom he had a connection during that period of time, but this does not represent what kind of person he is.

He can be Lu Yan or Lu Jinan, because - he will only be himself.

In fact, whether it is Lu Yan or Lu Jinan, as long as they can move forward, keep looking forward, and become a better person, isn’t that enough?

The moon outside is very round, and the people inside have a good dream.

But there are always people who stay awake all night with a lot of thoughts in their mind.

……

A few days later, Lu Yan, Song He, and Wu Sunyang were already on their way to the Imperial City. Meanwhile, Yuxi and Yunan had already set out from their respective locations, and the two groups would reunite when they reached the confluence.

It was a very ordinary morning. Mr. Lu was playing chess comfortably by himself in his small courtyard, while Mrs. Lu was holding a whip and dancing in the air, with the whip shadow flying.

Lu Yan took Song He and Wu Sunyang out of the mansion early in the morning. No one in the Lu mansion realized that their young master was going to run away again.

It was not until the three men had not returned the next morning that they all realized what had happened.

The young master has run away from home again!!!

Lu Shizhang and Ling Junfei actually knew it that day because the man left a letter on their desk.

After reading the contents of the letter, one of them sighed with a smile, and the other shook his head with a smile.

Lu Shizhang took Ling Junfei's hand and held it in his palm. Feeling the deep calluses on his hand, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes wrinkled again. "Alright, the children have their own choices, so let them make them boldly. We old bones should not hold them back."

The movements of their hands tightened, and the two of them held each other tightly. Ling Junfei complained, "You two, father and son, are always bolder and more resourceful than each other."

Lu Shizhang embraced Ling Junfei and looked further away.

"Jun Fei, thank you."

Ling Junfei leaned in his arms, their hands tightly clasped together. She looked at the same place as him, with a faint smile on her lips.

"I'm already old, what's there to thank you for?"

……

On the other side, on a dangerous mountain road, Lu Yan was riding on horseback and humming a song, while Wu Sun Yang was riding parallel to him and kicking his feet.

"You've been so relaxed along the way that I really thought you were taking us on an outing. Speaking of such a big thing, why didn't you say goodbye to your parents in person?"

Lu Yan pulled the reins and said slowly, "I'm not good at saying goodbye on the spot. Wouldn't it be as sentimental as a farewell between life and death?"

Wu Sunyang kicked him again, "You little brat! How pitiful are parents in this world, who would want their child to run away without a word!"

The horse under Lu Yan let out a loud neigh at this moment. Lu Yan glanced at him reproachfully, then patted the horse's head to comfort it.

"Uncle Wu, you kicked it. Besides, I didn't leave without saying goodbye. I did write a letter, okay?"

Wu Sun Yang rode forward, reached out and patted his horse's head like him, with a doting smile on his face, "Okay, okay, that's what a good boy should do. As for that horse, uncle didn't mean to do that. Forgive uncle!"

Following his heroic tone, his hands moved vigorously. Ma shook his head and threw Wu Sunyang's hand aside.

Wu Sunyang raised his eyebrows and curled his lips, whistling evilly, "Hey, this horse has a bit of a temper, just my taste."