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

"Where are you taking me?"

"go home."

He held his wrist tightly and led him out of one alley after another.

Lu Kuangye had been trying to get rid of him all day, but he was like a sticky candy. After dropping him off at the school gate, he immediately ran to the game hall, then from the game hall to the Internet cafe, and finally ran to a friend's house.

As a result, he stood at the door waiting for him like a door god.

Why is this person so annoying?

He lit a cigarette for himself and watched the drizzle begin to fall outside the window.

After more than ten minutes, he threw away the game console in annoyance.

When I opened the door, I saw a man and a cat hiding under the eaves. The man's hair was stuck together by the rain-laden wind. He was holding his coat in his arms, with a wet cat's head sticking out. It looked so stupid.

Lu Jinan heard the door open and raised his head to look at his position.

"Have you had enough fun?"

"Then let's go home."

The rustling sound of rain hitting the ground filled my nostrils with the smell of rain washing away the moss. There was only one lamp at the door of my house in the small alley.

He glanced indifferently at the pair of smiling eyes. It had been a long time since anyone told him to go home.

Lu Kuangye looked up at the moon in the sky. The moon was bright and dim, half of it was covered by dark clouds.

Actually, it didn’t take long, only a year.

But it’s only been a year...

The wind was blowing gently with rain, and pedestrians on the roadside hurried by with umbrellas in their hands. Two people walked on the road, one on the left and one on the right, without saying a word.

Compared to the smell of gunpowder at the beginning, the quiet atmosphere between the two of them now made Lu Kuangye feel a little uncomfortable.

The traffic light on the side of the road changed to the pedestrian color, and a father and his little son were playing nearby.

"Dad, Dad, I want to ride a big horse across the road!" The child grabbed his father's trouser legs and shook them, excitedly wanting to climb onto the man's back.

Lu Kuangye glanced at them unconsciously, and Lu Jinan's forward steps also paused slightly. Lu Kuangye next to him could only stop along with his umbrella and looked at him impatiently.

"Are you going to leave or not?"

Lu Jinan didn't care about his bad temper and stretched out his palm towards him.

Under the bright street lights, everything seemed gentle in his eyes.

"Do you want to hold hands when crossing the street?"

Lu Kuangye raised his eyelids to look at him, lowered his head and sneered at him as childish, then walked out from under his umbrella in a cool manner, with his hands in his trouser pockets, walking forward alone like a lone traveler.

Lu Jinan tilted his head and smiled helplessly. He tilted his head, nodded at the little cat lying on his shoulder, followed with a long step, and then grabbed his wrist.

Lu Kuangye lowered his eyes and looked at the man's hand that was held on his wrist.

He glanced around the road, not meeting his gaze.

Lu Kuangye wanted to shake him off, but when he found that he couldn't, the feeling of irritation in his heart rose again.

"What the hell are you doing?"

An electric bike slid past him like lightning, and Lu Jinan pulled the person to his side silently.

When he looked up and saw the anger in his eyes, he was a little confused. "Just now I saw that electric bike seemed to be a little out of control, as if it couldn't stop. I was afraid that you wouldn't notice and would collide with this car directly."

Lu Kuangye's face turned colorful, his hands on both sides clenched into fists, and this time he waved his hands away.

"If you hadn't been dawdling in front, would the car have hit me?"

"If you hadn't pulled me out of school, I would be lying in bed right now!"

The cat on Lu Jinan's shoulder arched its body towards Lu Kuangye, with its tail standing straight up. Lu Jinan scratched its chin to soothe it, and then patted its head.

"So why are you suddenly controlling me? Am I not doing fine the way I am now? I'm not causing any trouble for anyone, and I'm not taking advantage of anyone. Isn't this your ideal state?"

"It doesn't matter if no one cares. I can still take care of myself."

Lu Kuangye let out a low growl from his throat, and anger surged to his head along with his blood.

Suddenly, an indescribable body fragrance carrying the remaining warmth of that person enveloped him.

Oh, and there's a smell of cat.

Lu Jinan rubbed his head and helped him zip up his shirt, but Lu Kuangye's hands had not yet reached into his sleeves.

"Okay, I get it. I'm taking you home now, and I'll take care of you from now on."

Lu Jinan was walking on this night street, pulling his two empty sleeves, with the little bastard who never stopped talking behind him.

Lu Kuangye felt that he was sick. He was tired of scolding after walking for so long, and his mouth was very dry.

Lu Jinan would never tell him that he had walked for so long because he had taken the wrong road, since he had clearly been following the navigation.

In the end, Lu Jinan gave in and decided to take a taxi.

The moment Lu Kuangye's butt hit the seat, he felt like he would collapse there instantly.

After resting for less than a few minutes, Lu Kuangye stood in the wind in a disheveled state.

"No, Lu Jinan. This seems to be the road we just walked on."

"You have no respect for your elders. Call me uncle." Lu Jinan's eyes wandered as he patted his head.

How could Lu Kuangye not understand? He put his hands under his coat around his chest, leaned in front of him, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You didn't take the wrong road, did you? You've been leading me around in circles."

Lu Jinan pulled his sleeve and pulled him into the elevator without saying a word.

Lu Kuangye laughed so hard that he almost sat down on the floor, holding his stomach. "No, big brother, if you didn't know the way, couldn't you have just taken a taxi from the beginning?"

"Save money." This concise sentence expresses Lu Jinan's sadness.

Lu Kuangye lowered his eyes and jumped up from the floor. The wanton smile on his lips gradually withdrew and was replaced by a hint of ridicule.

"I'll save up the money to pay you back for the tuition you pay me every semester. But you owe my mom so much, and I'm afraid I can't even get a fraction of the tuition for this crappy school. I don't owe you anything."

Lu Jinan took out the key and opened the door. Lu Kuangye's mumbling passed through his left ear and his right ear, automatically filtering out.

There's no way. It wasn't his fault before, so why should he put the original owner's mistakes on himself?

All he can do now is to fulfill his duties as a parent and do what is truly good for him.

She took his hand and placed another set of keys in his hand.

"Don't tell anyone you're homeless anymore. Here are your keys."

"Welcome home."

His voice was cold and hard, staring at him expressionlessly, "You were the one who looked at me like I was causing trouble and threw me over there to fend for myself. Why are you pretending to be a good person now?"

Lu Kuangye suddenly leaned in closer, his words filled with malicious speculation, "You are acting like this now, aren't you asking me to give you my parents' apartment?"

"You. Are. Dreaming." He said these three words as if he was using all his strength.

He stared at his face, not missing a single glimpse of his expression. Lu Jinan pinched his brows wearily, knowing that if he didn't explain this hurdle, the rift between them would never be bridged.

But the original owner was that kind of person. He took over Lu Kuangye just for his sister's house. In the original text, he had secretly transferred the house to him as Lu Kuangye's guardian.

Would the Lu family's parents not know? Of course they knew, but what could they do? One was their own son, the other their grandson. It didn't matter who owned the house; they just hoped Lu Jin'an could take better care of Lu Kuangye. They were old and powerless, so they could only hope for the health of their children and grandchildren.

But the original owner had a bad personality. He had never been in charge of anything. Since he was a child, someone else had taken care of everything for him. Even the school that Lu Kuangye transferred to was not taken over by him personally.

How could he explain it?

He stared at his red eyes, his voice choked in his throat. He held his hand, feeling the coldness of his palm, and inadvertently held it tighter.

"Uncle doesn't want your house. It's the last thing your parents left you. How could your uncle take it?"

When Lu Kuangye heard about his parents, he couldn't bear it anymore. He turned his head to the side and bit his lower lip tightly.

He controlled the tears in his eyes and tilted his head high to prevent them from falling.

Lu Jinan placed his hand on his head, stroking it gently. "I dreamed of your mother a few days ago. She scolded me a lot. Uncle knows he did something wrong. Uncle doesn't want your house. Uncle just wants to be good to Xiaoye in the future, okay?"

Lu Kuangye buried his face in his shoulder and finally burst into tears.

Lu Jinan patted his back, his tone gentle and soft, "Uncle will buy Xiaoye a big house, transfer him to a good school, and help Xiaoye get into a key school, so that Xiaoye will be the pride of mom and dad in the future, okay." He was like coaxing a child who had no candy to eat, telling the child that he would buy him lots of candy.

"I don't want yours." A small, hoarse voice from his shoulder fell into Lu Jinan's ears.

Lu Jinan sighed, rested his chin on his head, and lowered his eyelids.

"I owe you."

His entire face was almost buried in his clothes. Lu Jinan was actually only wearing a thin T-shirt underneath. He had taken off his jacket long ago and given it to Lu Kuangye. In this way, he was actually pressing his face directly against his body.

He twisted his neck, and the breath and tears hitting his shoulders and neck made him feel itchy as if he was leaning against a small animal.

The cat on Lu Jinan's shoulder stepped on his shoulder and came to his other shoulder. It looked at Lu Kuangye's head curiously and stepped on his hair with its paw pads.

Lu Jinan looked at this scene and smiled silently. The low vibration of his chest made Lu Kuangye think he was laughing at him. But he couldn't raise his head. If he saw him like this, he would definitely laugh even louder.

He kicked him randomly and heard Lu Jinan cry out in pain. Lu Kuangye snorted, and in the invisible place, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little.

His nose was now filled with his body fragrance, as if every breath he took was filled with the scent of this man. His nose was always vaguely touching his skin, as if it was also mixed with the smell of his cigarettes.

He obviously always hated this uncle, even though they didn't meet many times. But every time he saw him, it was either his grandparents chasing him and beating him, or his mother looking disappointed in him.

He has always had a bad reputation at home.

But it seems like everyone still prefers him.

Oh, Dad doesn't like him.

Because of him, my parents always quarrel.

He doesn't like him either.

He doesn't look like his mother at all. I don't know how a grown man can look like a vixen.

But now, he didn't seem to hate him so much.

Maybe it's because his smell is not that unpleasant.