I can do this man [Transmigration Book]

There was a heavy rain that night, and the rain in summer nights will always bring bursts of muffled thunder.

Su Xianyu felt a burst of coolness when he was half asleep and half awake. He wrapped his little quilt tightly, turned over, and continued to immerse himself in the sweet dream.

When they woke up in the morning, Yang Huiyun and Su Zhengqi were already busy making breakfast in the kitchen.

Through the past few days of getting along with each other, Su Xianyu felt that the parents written by the system were exactly the same as what he imagined, so he didn't have any burden to get along with him, and he could call out generously and naturally, "Good morning, parents."

"Morning, let's have breakfast, today I made mushroom and vegetable buns." Yang Hui brought out a tray of steaming buns out of the cloud.

The dense white mist lingered around her body, imperceptibly adding a bit of heart-warming temperature to that loving smiling face.

"What are you doing there stupidly, come and eat quickly." Su Zhengqi called out to him.

Su Xianyu smiled: "Here we come."

It was still raining lightly outside the window, and the humid air wafted into the living room with the smell of rain.

Su Xianyu originally wanted to take Zhou Yi out to play with the children in the community today, but now it seems impossible to play.

I have no choice but to watch cartoons at home.

Yang Huiyun: "Ayu, do you want to go to the store with your mother today?"

Su Xianyu shook his head: "I won't go, I'll go and play with Xiaoyi later."

Su Zhengqi: "Xiaoyi can't accompany you today. He got a fever in the middle of the night, and was sent to the hospital by your Aunt Zhou before dawn. He hasn't come back yet. I guess he will have to stay in the hospital for a few more days."

Su Xianyu's heart suddenly skipped a beat, what?What's wrong with my Half-Life dad?

Su Xianyu put down the bowl and chopsticks, and his voice was tinged with a bit of nervousness, "What's wrong with him? Didn't we do well yesterday when we were doing homework together?"

Yang Huiyun said: "Didn't it rain in the middle of the night last night, maybe I caught a cold because I didn't put on the quilt properly."

Su Zhengqi sighed, "This child is also pitiful, if he can grow up to be eight years old..."

"What are you talking about, Xiao Yi's body is a little weaker, no different from a normal child." Yang Huiyun interrupted him, and incidentally emphasized that Zhou Yi is a normal child.

On the other hand, Su Xianyu felt very uncomfortable, what kind of normal child, who can issue so many critical illness notices.

That is to say, he has the aura of a male protagonist. If this is put in real life, he would have died when he received the critical illness notice when he was one year old.

But Su Xianyu also knew that Yang Huiyun said these words in order not to make him think too much, so he didn't say much, just asked softly, "Mom, can I go to the hospital to see Xiaoyi?"

Yang Huiyun didn't expect her son to say this, she was stunned for a moment and still refused: "You are a child, don't go, I will go and see him with your father later."

Su Xianyu insisted: "Mom, I want to go see him, so just let me go, I'm fine at home anyway."

Yang Huiyun glanced at Su Zhengqi.

Seeing this, Su Xianyu hurriedly said, "I'll just stay by Xiaoyi's side and never touch dirty things."

Su Zhengqi: "Let the child go, he usually plays best with Xiaoyi, so you can rest assured if you let him go and see him."

Yang Huiyun let go, and said, "Okay, then we'll take you there later."

In the children's ward of the hospital.

A thin little boy was lying on the white hospital bed. The boy's already pale face was now even whiter, almost matching the color of the bed sheet. His lips, which should have been pale pink, had lost their delicate color at this moment. A pair of deep, dark lips There was no light in his eyes, and his entire face was full of exhaustion.

Zhou Yi looked at his mother's red eyes, and with a bit of strength, he said something very flimsy, "Mom, I'm fine, you can go and rest for a while."

Jiang Mengjia also pulled the corner of her mouth and smiled, "Mom is not sleepy, and you can go to bed later. Dad is going to buy food for you, and he will be back soon."

Zhou Yi responded, "Well, good."

Jiang Mengjia looked at his son's well-behaved sick face. There was no brilliance on his small face. His dull appearance seemed like a treasure covered with dust. Even under the dazzling sunlight, he couldn't find the original color he had.

Not to mention the gloomy weather outside the window at this moment, this will only make his face more gloomy.

Jiang Mengjia felt pain in her heart, and turned her head to press the corner of her eye.

When Su Xianyu came, Zhou Yi had just finished his porridge and fell asleep.

Several adults were talking in the corridor, Su Xianyu came to see Zhou Yi in the ward.

The rain outside the window had stopped, but the large dark clouds hovered over the sky and never left.

The light in the ward was very dim, and the children on the other beds were also asleep. The quiet needle drop could be heard in the whole ward, and the conversation in the corridor and Aunt Zhou's choked-up crying could be heard vaguely.

Because of Zhou Yi's fever, a sickly red cloud appeared on his pale face, and a thin layer of fine sweat appeared on his forehead, which wet a few strands of black hair.

Su Xianyu raised his hand to help him tidy up the broken hair on his forehead, his frowning brows seemed to say that he was very uncomfortable now, and his slender and curly eyelashes were like wings that were about to fly, as if they were about to fly to the gloomy place in the next second sky up.

Looking down, there was a pair of equally pale hands on the pale quilt, with faint bruises and tiny needle holes on the left and right hands. I also knew that the child's blood vessels must be difficult to find, and it took several times to prick them. Dive in.

The psychological description of Zhou Yi in the book is quite moving. It is estimated that anyone who sees an eight-year-old child who is tortured by illness and does not want to live will feel distressed and cry.

As soon as Su Xianyu thought of this, the scene and psychological description at that time automatically appeared in his mind, he quickly shook his head, and threw that paragraph of words out of his mind.

Although he didn't like reading novels, when the system transmitted the contents of the book to his mind, he still took a quick look at it.

Although the ending of this book is quite bloody, one thing he has to admit is that the author's writing style is quite good.

The description of Zhou Yi's childhood is extremely detailed. Every time he gets sick, every time he is hospitalized, every time he wants to give up but can't bear to make his parents sad, he can't help feeling sad.

He is obviously the male protagonist, but he is burdened with a rough fate.

A normal child usually has a fever and a cold, and it takes about two or three days to get enough fluids, but Zhou Yi, the abnormal little hero, stayed in the hospital for more than a week.

Su Xianyu shoulders the task of caring for the hero, so he will come to the hospital every day after school, not only that, but he also brings a child to see Zhou Yi in the class every day, in the name of letting the hero feel the love from his classmates. love.

On the first day, the hostess was naturally brought. Yue Xingqiao was not only the hostess, but also the class monitor and Zhou Yi's deskmate, so he didn't come empty-handed to see Zhou Yi.

Instead, he brought homework slips very responsibly, copied down the homework assigned by the teacher that day, and asked him not to delay his study because of illness.

Zhou Yi: "..."

Su Xianyu: "..."

After Yue Xingqiao was picked up by his parents, Su Xianyu deliberately stayed in the ward to beautify the heroine's actions.

Although the little male protagonist who is only eight years old doesn't understand anything yet, it doesn't matter, love must start from a baby, and a good impression must be deep in his mind since he was a child.

But Zhou Yi was not on the same channel as him at all, and he said blankly: "I can't delay my studies, I have finished all the first-grade textbooks by myself."

Su Xianyu: ....I'm so tired, let me tell you something!

Every student did not come empty-handed. If they could, they would bring some delicious and fun things from home. If they had no conditions, they would make some origami or small cards and send them over.

After more than a week, Zhou Yi not only harvested a variety of small toys, but also gained a rare good mood.

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Su Xianyu had to take his parents to pick up Zhou Yi, and asked Yang Huiyun for ten yuan to buy a bunch of small sunflowers from the flower shop next to the hospital.

When he rushed to the ward again, he saw Zhou Yi lying on the window sill with his eyes tightly closed, Su Xianyu said hello to Aunt Zhou and walked into the ward.

Zhou Yi finally took off the little hospital gown he had been wearing for more than a week, and today he was wearing a set of sky blue children's clothes.

His complexion was pale as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and there was a cold sense of powerlessness between his brows and eyes.

At this moment, wearing a bright color will make him look so childish.

The summer light shines on his face through the screen window, the already pale cheeks are almost white and transparent at this moment, and if you look closely, you can still see a layer of small fluff on his face, which is quite cute.

Just when he was watching seriously, Zhou Yi suddenly opened his eyes, blinked and said, "Is there something dirty on my face?"

Su Xianyu said: "No."

Zhou Yi tilted his head and looked at him: "Then why do you keep staring at me?"

Su Xianyu: "I thought you were asleep, so I didn't dare to call you."

Zhou Yi raised his head and sat up, "I didn't fall asleep, my mother asked me to sit here and bask in the sun, the sun was too dazzling, so I closed my eyes."

Su Xianyu said "oh", and handed the sunflowers in his hand to him, "Here, this bouquet of flowers is for you. Congratulations on your discharge from the hospital."

The sunflowers under the scorching sun were brilliant and charming, Zhou Yi's clear eyes flashed with disbelief, "Is it for me?"

Su Xianyu directly stuffed the sunflower into Zhou Yi's arms and let him hold it, "You are my only friend here, so I don't send you to anyone else."

Zhou Yi had never collected flowers before. He cherished the bunch of delicate sunflowers and hugged him tightly. He bent his eyes and smiled, and his clear and clear voice was full of joy that could not be concealed, "Thank you, Ayu, I am very happy." like."

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