Quick Transmigration: Saving That Cannon Fodder

Zhou Luo felt very guilty, thinking it was his fault that Jin Yingdi had to suffer with him.

Back in his room, Akahoshi brought a backpack with a water bottle and a parasol.

It's 2:30 pm now, and the sun is blazing outside, so I need to wear sunscreen.

Song Yuzhi had prepared his hat and a bottle of water, trying his best not to cause Chixing any trouble.

Seeing that his hair was covered by a baseball cap, Akahoshi walked up to him, reached out and took off his baseball cap, saying:

"It's too hot, don't wear a hat, I'll hold an umbrella for you later."

He put Song Yuzhi's hat and water into his backpack, then took a bottle of sunscreen spray from the table and sprayed it evenly onto Song Yuzhi's bare arms covered in short sleeves.

"Oh, and get some mosquito repellent spray too."

He rummaged through his suitcase again, and Song Yuzhi looked at it and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be a camera in the original owner's suitcase.

The original owner shared the same hobby as him, but the original owner was very talented in photography and had already learned shooting techniques from a photographer.

Song Yuzhi fell into his own thoughts again. Compared to the original owner, he was really, really bad. The original owner was just not good at studying, but he could sing, dance, and take photos.

I felt as if I wasn't even worthy of using that camera.

A wave of immense inferiority washed over Song Yuzhi, and she lowered her head, remaining silent.

He was actually struggling internally. If he had taken the camera with him, he could have taken a picture of Akahoshi, even if it wasn't very good. But he wanted to try again.

He didn't want Akahoshi to think he was a useless person.

He stood there, pondering whether to bring his camera. After packing his things, Akahoshi didn't urge him, and he himself was also wondering what Song Yuzhi was thinking.

A few minutes later, he saw Song Yuzhi's furrowed brows relax, as if she had made a big decision.

"Can we go now?" Akahoshi asked.

Song Yuzhi was somewhat annoyed that he had been overthinking things. He said, "I'm going to get something; I'll need it later."

Two minutes later, Chi Xing saw Song Yuzhi leave with a camera.

It was a simple black digital camera. Chi Xing instinctively reached out to help him take it, but Song Yuzhi shook his head and hung the camera around his own neck.

"It's not heavy, I can carry it myself."

"Okay, let me know if you get tired later."

The production crew's car took them to the market.

This is a somewhat remote town. Some tourists come during holidays, but it's not summer vacation yet, so there aren't many visitors.

The town has only one bluestone street, and the surrounding buildings are all brick and tile houses. The power lines by the roadside are stepped on by a few chirping swallows, pressing down slightly, as if trying to separate the sky from the ground.

A gentle breeze brought a wave of heat, and as soon as Akahoshi and the other two got out of the car, they smelled the scent of the sun-baked cobblestone road – a unique aroma of summer.

Walking down the street, they saw people preparing to set up stalls on the roadside.

More and more pedestrians appeared on the road, with some elderly men and women carrying baskets on their backs and wearing straw hats on their heads to go to the market.

As more and more pedestrians arrived, the roadside stalls began to hawk their wares.

This street scene has a strong sense of nostalgia.

Song Yuzhi lived in such a small town when he was a child. The familiar little shops by the roadside immediately brought his thoughts back to the past.

On his way home from school, he would always see other students going to small shops in groups to buy snacks.

When they come out, they have all sorts of small cards and toys in their hands, chewing bubble gum in their mouths, and holding a bottle of medicine that can blow bubbles.

The colorful bubbles were also beautiful; he had seen them before while standing behind them.

But he can't watch for too long, or his mother will scold him again if he gets home late.

Long ago, Song Yuzhi had friends, back when she was in first grade.

Song Yuzhi never attended kindergarten. He went to first grade as soon as he started school. He was short and was assigned to the first row by the teacher. The other children in the class would come over to play with him, and they would go to the playground to play hopscotch together.

One day, his mother secretly came to the school to monitor his class attendance and was discovered to be playing with his classmates during the long break.

The shrill female voice seemed to travel through time and space to reach his ears.

"Fine, I work so hard to earn money to support your education, and you just come here to play? I'll beat you to death today."

The woman grabbed a broomstick and started hitting him. The six-year-old child had no way to escape. Song Yuzhi cried out, hoping his mother would let him go this time.

But his pleas for mercy only made the woman hit him harder, leaving bruises and welts on his legs.

Back then, the broomsticks were made of dry bamboo. After a few swings, they cracked open, and the sharp bamboo shards pierced Song Yuzhi's thigh, causing blood to seep from her thin school uniform trousers.

The students were so scared that they went to find the teacher. Song Yuzhi still remembers the teacher's helpless expression.

His mother dragged him home, but instead of applying any medicine, she just threw him a bottle of iodine solution to disinfect the wound herself, saying it would teach him a lesson.

He pulled the bamboo strip out himself, enduring the pain. He couldn't use too much iodine, otherwise his mother would definitely scold him for not knowing how to save.

His mother said that the family was very poor, and he had to be frugal with everything he ate and used.

He really learned his lesson. From then on, his classmates would keep their distance from him, and he didn't dare to approach those children.

Song Yu knew he had no friends left.

"Hurry up, hurry up, we're going to be late! I told you not to buy popsicles."

Several children in school uniforms came out of the shop and hurriedly ran towards the school.

Song Yuzhi raised her camera and took a picture of their running figures.

"very nice."

Song Yuzhi had never eaten these things before. His mother said that these things were expensive and unhealthy, and that if he dared to buy them, she would break his legs.

That's what it means literally. At worst, you can interrupt it and then pick it up again. Just like later in junior high, when a love letter fell out of his schoolbag that no one knew who had slipped in.

His mother mistakenly thought he was having a relationship, so she grabbed a stick and broke his left hand.

To teach him a lesson, they waited until he was in pain for several hours before taking him to the hospital.

While in the hospital bed, the mother proudly said, "Luckily, I had the foresight to break his left hand. Now he can still do his homework with his right hand and his studies won't be affected."

As he felt the sympathetic gazes of the doctors and nurses around him, the teenage Song Yuzhi knew that no one could help him.

Even though the doctor called the police, and the police officers criticized my parents in front of everyone, my mother felt very wronged. She cried and said:

“I won’t do it again. I just really want my child to study hard. He’s about to take the high school entrance exam, and I don’t want to hit him. It hurts me to hit him.”

After observing him overnight, he was taken home the next day, and his mother flushed his painkillers down the toilet.

"Wow, you dare to call the doctor and the police? You think he can control everything but my family? If it weren't for the upcoming high school entrance exam, I would have beaten you to death, you unfilial son."

His mother locked him up and starved him for three days, giving him only water to drink, because she had heard that a person would die if they didn't drink water for three days, but wouldn't die if they didn't eat for seven days.

Song Yuzhi felt like she had been hungry for a very long time. Just as she was about to die, there was a knock on the window. It was the old lady who was scavenging downstairs. She handed her a steamed bun.