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

When Lu Jinan returned to the rooftop of the school, it was almost night. A rebellious boy was sitting there, his red hair messy in front of his forehead, and another quiet boy was resting his head on his legs.

"he died."

Lu Jinan looked down at the quiet boy and reached out to stroke his eyebrows. "He's too tired. Let him have a good rest."

The young man looked up at the dim stars in the night sky, then looked back at him, "But... haven't we already seen a bright future? Why..."

Lu Jinan sat next to him and said, "This is his choice."

“Love can make a damaged flower bloom again, but it cannot change its withered state.”

"He's not wrong, you're not wrong, and I'm not wrong."

Lu Kuangye's mouth curled up slightly, but he couldn't help but suppress it in the end. Lu Jinan hugged him.

He sobbed a little, "I remember everything."

Her fists kept hitting his back, but she couldn't help but hug him tighter.

"Lu Jinan, you've been dead for a long time, haven't you?"

"You're not my uncle either...are you?"

The hand that was patting his back paused for a moment, then raised its hand to touch his head, "You remember everything now."

"Well, I'm your uncle's client." In the elegant misty starlight, he smiled and adjusted the hair beside his ear that was blown up by the wind.

The two of them sat under the starlight, looking at the hazy moon between the clouds. Lu Kuangye lowered his head, inadvertently staring at the ground below him, mumbling softly, "Can I still... see you?"

"Why do you like hammering so many nails? Doesn't it hurt?" Lu Jinan looked at him with a smile. The tacit understanding between the two made Lu Kuangye know his answer.

"It's okay. This makes me look less aggressive." He swung his arms, trying to look more relaxed. "Hey, I... don't know your name yet."

"Just call me Lu Jinan." Lu Jinan looked up and smiled, watching the moonlight shine in his eyes.

Lu Kuangye looked at his profile, unwilling to look away for even a moment.

"That's a coincidence, haha."

Lu Jinan stood up, blocking the moon with him, and Lu Kuangye looked up at his outstretched hand.

"Let's go back."

"I'll take you back."

Lu Kuangye didn't shake his hand. He also avoided his gaze and looked at Wu Jincheng on the side with a lowered gaze. "I don't want to leave."

Lu Jinan lowered his eyes, looked at the child who was looking down awkwardly, and with both hands he picked up the child and carried him on his shoulders.

"It's not up to you."

The person on his shoulder was struggling and making a fuss frantically, but no matter how he made a fuss, the person under him still carried him and walked forward regardless. He reached out and grabbed his neck, wanting to bite him.

But the tip of his teeth pressed against the flesh and he hesitated for a long time without making any move. Just as Lu Jinan was about to curse, the tears sliding down Wen's neck stopped him.

"Don't go... please."

Lu Jinan was silent, and finally Lu Kuangye heard him say, "Good boy, Xiaoye"

"Think about it, if it doesn't rain tomorrow and it's sunny, wouldn't it be warm when the sun shines on your back? Wouldn't it be very cozy? And wouldn't it be delicious to eat different food every day?"

“There are so many small beautiful details every day…”

Lu Kuangye covered his eyes, and the tip of his nose was red from sobbing.

Lu Jinan looked at the ceiling of the ward which he could already see in the distance and smiled, then pointed to the round lamp with a light on it to Lu Kuangye.

"Look, that's your direction."

He put him down, pinched his red cheeks from crying, wiped away the tears that had not yet flowed from the corners of his eyes, and coaxed him softly, "You are still so young, and the world is so big. You shouldn't waste so much on me alone."

"Take care of yourself. I'll miss you."

When Lu Kuangye opened his eyes, he saw his uncle sitting beside his bed and being scolded by his grandparents.

This scene was both familiar and unfamiliar. He found himself waking up, and everyone was looking at him with great concern and surrounding him, but he stubbornly kept looking at that familiar face.

not him.

Wu Jincheng's rescue failed, and the fair-skinned boy fell into a deep sleep in the ward.

The police also learned from the fingerprint identification of the knife that Wu Jincheng was the murderer of Wu's father. Now that the person has passed away, the case has come to an end.

"Lu Jinan" handed a letter to Wu's mother. After opening it, she trembled constantly, covering her mouth with her hands and tears kept streaming down.

Dear Mom,

I've always wanted to say sorry, but I've never dared to face you, afraid I'd uncontrollably blame you and resent you. Actually, I know you're not at fault at all, it's just that person who's wrong, and my birth. Throughout my life, I've always said thank you to others, but never to you.

Thank you, mom.

I'm sorry too, Mom.

Love your son

When she read to the end, Wu's mother closed the letter and finally couldn't control her tears.

Everything in the dream actually went smoothly. Mother Wu cheated on her father and left him, but she met a man who loved her very much. That man happened to be stupid, loyal, and able to protect his mother for her whole life.

He has always loved his mother. Whether Father Wu was killed or executed by law, she just watched from the sidelines because he had no intention of involving his mother in this endless game.

Dreams may blind people's eyes, making them see fear and terror, but also... desire and new creations.

One dream is so big that it can pull everyone into the dream, thinking that this is a chance to start over; another dream is so small that the boy is trapped in that small alley building, unable to get out after going around in circles.

The nightmare is Wu Jincheng's opportunity to escape from reality.

It is also an opportunity for the protagonist to choose to escape his fate.

No one stipulates that the protagonist must be brave, or must make beautiful flowers bloom from the pile of setbacks. He can escape in dreams and become his own creator.

He saw his own future, so let it end here. He can't be greedy, because others still have a future.