I am super sweet when I get the certificate [Transmigration Book]

The boundless darkness.

There was a lot of noise in Jiao Tang's ears, the beeping of instruments and the voices of people talking, making a mess.His body was as if it didn't belong to him, so heavy that he couldn't move. He opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word.

Is it hell?He thought in a daze.

Because he believed in the wrong person, he miserably harmed the Jiao family who raised him, and also the grandfather who loved him the most. In the end, he ended up alone and died of illness. Perhaps it was his retribution.

The "ground" under him moved, and Jiao Tang heard a voice coming from his ear: "It's dangerous, but fortunately he was rescued, so push him back to the ward first."

Why?Jiao Tang wanted to raise his hand, but found that his limbs were weak, and smiled self-deprecatingly: Why save someone like him.

"Don't be sad." Perhaps noticing that the look on his face was too sad, the nurse couldn't bear it, and comforted her, "There was an accident during this operation. Fortunately, you turned the bad luck into a blessing. The doctor said to wait for another month. You can operate again."

Jiao Tang's hands warmed up, and she heard her say: "This is the thousand paper cranes that the children in the orphanage made for you. They are waiting for Brother Tangtang to recover and teach them how to draw."

draw?Jiao Tang wanted to say something, but perhaps because the anesthesia was overpowering, a burst of drowsiness hit him.

In the dream, a memory that did not belong to him flooded into his mind: he somehow came to another world and was reborn in this body with the same name and surname as him.

The "Jiao Tang" in this world is an orphan. He was talented in painting since he was a child, optimistic and hardworking. He not only completed his studies with part-time jobs and sponsorships, but also helped raise funds and teach for free in the orphanage where he grew up after becoming famous.

It's a pity that I don't know if it's because the sky is jealous of the talents, and he suffers from intractable diseases at a young age. If the operation fails again, not only will he be completely blind, but he will not live for more than three months.

This was probably my punishment. Jiao Tang woke up faintly, tried to stand up, and was lightly pinched on the hand.

"It was the thousand paper cranes folded for you by the children in the orphanage," the nurse's words echoed in his ears. In his memory, the original owner was a person full of vitality and appeal, and he could make the big friends and children who get along with him feel like a spring breeze.

And he...

Fumbling to the ground, before Jiao Tang got up, a voice came from not far away: "You seem to be in good spirits."

"Yeah," vaguely remembering that it was someone who knew the original owner, Jiao Tang covered the quilt again, and said cautiously: "Thank you!"

The person who came was the agent of his works. Before meeting Jiao Tang, the agent knew that the operation was not going well. This also explained that the always cheerful Jiao Tang would be depressed behind others, trying to say something happy to cheer him up: "Before your work was made into embroidery paintings, cross-stitch samples have come out, do you want to touch it?"

Embroidery...

Hearing the all-too-familiar words, Jiao Tang trembled all over.

"It's very beautiful," the agent put the sample in his hand, "I heard from the teacher that although this is cross-stitch, the lines are very delicate. I hope it will be popular."

Touching the familiar needle and thread bit by bit with fingertips, two lines of tears rolled down the corners of Jiao Tang's eyes, and sniffled: "It must be beautiful."

Before the agent came, Jiao Tang actually wanted to end his life immediately, and he had no nostalgia for this world at all.But after touching the embroidery painting, he suddenly changed his mind. Even if there were only three months left, what would he want to do for the original owner and the people the original owner wanted to help?At least, he can't just be used and harmed by others like he did in his previous life.

The life in the hospital is regular and boring. Jiao Tang tries to pick up the paintbrush that he left behind due to blindness. He can only paint with intuition. Relying on the nurses in the hospital to give him feedback is also a way to organize his thoughts.

After getting used to the blindness lifestyle, he can even walk around the hospital alone without anyone accompanying him.

On this day, he leaned on the railing by the wall and slowly walked towards the garden, but accidentally bumped into something at the corner, and one of them lost his footing and fell down on the "seat".

"I'm sorry!" He heard the "seat" groan, and hurriedly tried to stand up, "I didn't mean to."

"Don't move around," the voice in the ear was low and magnetic. Perhaps the other party saw the gauze wrapped around his eyes, and there was no anger in his tone, but a calm guidance: "Left, step on the ground."

"Thank you!" Jiao Tang propped up the armrest and stood up, only to realize later that the other party's hands seemed to be wrapped in gauze as well.

"Did I hurt you?" Jiao Tang cautiously reached forward with his hand, touching a piece of warmth. "No," Shen Cifeng subconsciously dodged his hand on his face, "I'm fine, you can go."

"Oh," Jiao Tang put down his hands, and asked warmly, "Are you hospitalized here? Maybe we will see you later."

The other party didn't respond, another voice rang in his ear: "Mr. Shen, do I need to push you back?"

"Yes," Shen Cifeng coldly glanced at Jiao Tang who was standing still, the fragrance of flowers still seemed to be faintly lingering in his nose, and turned his head resolutely.

"Goodbye," Jiao Tang waved his hand in the direction where the voice disappeared. The other party's voice was really nice, so that he could temporarily ignore the other party's weirdness.

I didn't worry about this little episode until the next day, when Jiao Tang was at the same corner and smelled the refreshing pine fragrance.

"Is that you?" He wanted to ask "Mr. Wheelchair", but he was worried that the other party would be offended, so he asked tentatively for a while, "Mr. who was hit by me yesterday?"

In fact, Shen Cifeng didn't know why he came here today, so he asked bluntly, "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to the garden to bask in the sun," Jiao Tang smiled, "Do you want to go together?"

Without directly answering his question, the other party's voice was deep and deep: "I'll take you there."

"What flowers do you like?" Jiao Tang groped for his wheelchair and tried to push it, "I smell daisies, mandarin flowers, lavender in the garden... I don't know if there are others."

"There are also sunflowers," Shen Cifeng motioned him to stop, "it's on your left."

Stretching out her hand tentatively, Jiao Tang carefully touched the soft petals with her fingertips, and the smile on her face seemed brighter than the sun: "I touched it, it must have bloomed beautifully."

"Here we are," Shen Cifeng quietly looked at Jiao Tan who raised his head. For some reason, he felt that the sun was a little dazzling. The smile on the man's face was too warm and brilliant, as if he and him were from two worlds.

"I haven't asked your name yet." Jiao Tang groped and knelt down beside him, raised his head, and said seriously: "My name is Jiao Tang, nice to meet you."

Jiao Tang, Shen Cifeng said silently in his heart, he really lived up to his name.

The word "Shen" on the edge of his mouth was swallowed, and Shen Cifeng said lightly: "Qin Shengfeng."

This is the name given by his loving grandparents, different from the cursed name. The person who named him this name was at least the only person in the world who wished him happiness.

"Qin Shengfeng," Jiao Tang's voice was clear and sweet, "it sounds good."

After that time, every time Jiao Tang went for a walk in the garden, he would always run into Qin Shengfeng.Sometimes they talked about which flowers were blooming in the garden, and sometimes they just sat quietly together without talking.

"Can I see what you look like?" On this day, Jiao Tang boldly asked, "I mean. Can I touch your face?"

Shen Cifeng's heartbeat fluttered for some reason, and he forced himself to be calm: "Yes."

"Great," Jiao Tang stretched out his hand, feeling Shen Cifeng's breath brushing against his palm, hot and humid.

Jiao Tang's ten fingers were slender and fair, with soft and delicate pulps, stroking Shen Cifeng's forehead, eyebrows, nose tip little by little... like a feather brushing over the tip of his heart.Shen Cifeng stared at the person in front of him, even if the person's eyes were covered with gauze, he could see how focused Jiao Tan was.

"You must be very good-looking." Jiao Tang's voice was replaced by Shen Cifeng who was distracted, feeling lonely: I really want to see it with my own eyes.

"You're also good-looking." After Shen Cifeng blurted out, he couldn't help regretting whether the other party thought he was frivolous.

"Thank you!" Jiao Tang was amused, and only thought he was reciprocating courtesy.

I'm serious, Shen Cifeng can't say it.

On this day, Jiao Tang went to the garden to bask in the sun as usual, but he didn't meet anyone he knew.

Are you discharged from the hospital?Jiao Tang clenched the painting in his hand, bowed his head in regret, how could he forget to ask him when he will be discharged from the hospital.

I don't know how long I sat on the bench until Jiao Tang gave up and told himself to accept the reality: that person probably won't come.

"Longtang," came a familiar hoarse voice from behind: "Are you waiting for me?"

"Yes, I thought you were discharged from the hospital," Jiao Tang stood up in surprise, keenly hearing the tiredness in his voice today, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"No," Shen Cifeng changed the topic, "What are you holding?"

"For you," Jiao Tang handed him the painting in his hand, with a sweet smile on his lips, "I don't know if the painting looks like it."

In the painting is a bust portrait of a young man in a suit and leather shoes looking sideways, with sharp eyebrows and eyes.

"It's very similar," Shen Cifeng stroked the young man with his blistered hands, "You painted it?" He didn't expect that a blind person could draw such a spiritual painting.

"Yes," Jiao Tang bent down, getting used to holding his hand, "Do you like it? What's wrong with your hand?"

Shen Cifeng quickly withdrew his hand: "I got a little injury."

"Did you take the medicine? Does it hurt?" Jiao Tang heard that he didn't want to talk about it, but couldn't help worrying, "Can I ask, when will you be discharged from the hospital?"

"It's okay," Shen Shifeng avoided answering, "It's getting late, I'll see you off..."

"Hush," Jiao Tang gestured, pointing in the direction of the grass.

Shen Cifeng:?

"Be careful," Shen Cifeng watched him stepping into the grass step by step, but couldn't stop him, and hated himself even more for his legs lost in the car accident.

"I found it," Jiao Tang groped in the grass for a while, then gently picked up a howling kitten: "Look."

Shen Cifeng glanced at the listless face of the kitten: "He seems to be sick."

Jiao Tang asked worriedly: "Then what should I do?"

Shen Cifeng stared at the corner of his downturned mouth: "I have someone I know who should help take him to the pet hospital."

Only then did Jiao Tang stretch his eyebrows and eyes: "You are so kind."

The next day, Shen Cifeng told Jiao Tang that the kitten was suffering from a difficult disease, but fortunately he was sent to the hospital in time, and he would probably stay in the hospital for three to four months.When he asked Jiao Tang if he wanted to pick up the kitten and leave the hospital together, the look on that person's face was something he would never forget in his life: "It's hard to say, I might have died by then."

After talking lightly about his condition, Jiao Tang squeezed out a smile, pretending to be relaxed and said: "Promise me, take good care of it, okay?"

Shen Cifeng's chest was congested in panic.

The days passed quickly, and when it came to Jiao Tang's operation, before he fell into a coma under anesthesia, he heard a nice voice: "You will be fine."

The operation went well.

Jiao Tang had a long dream. He dreamed that another person switched bodies with him. In that world, nothing happened to Jiao's family, grandpa lived well, and the murderer who killed his parents was brought to justice. Law……

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, he choked up and waved vigorously to the nurse who took care of him. He took a last look at the white building and said to himself: Qin Shengfeng, where are you?

After he recovered, he inquired that there was no one named Qin Shengfeng among the patients in the hospital. It seemed like countless afternoons in the garden, like he had a dream.

Jiao Tang inherited the original owner's career in this world, and donated his paintings to orphanages and animal rescue centers to raise funds from time to time.

One day, when he passed a pet hospital, a voice behind him struck him like lightning: "Can I take him home?"

"Qin Shengfeng, is that you?" Jiao Tang rushed to the young man in the wheelchair. I am Jiao Tang, remember? He looked at the kitten in Shen Cifeng's arms: "Is this the kitty we rescued?" "

The young man in the wheelchair was handsome and resolute, wearing a suit and leather shoes, exactly as he had imagined.

Jiao Tan's eyes were black and clear, as if he could see into people's hearts, and they were even more beautiful than Shen Cifeng imagined.He froze for a while: "Yes, can you accompany it home with me?"

"it is good."

作者有话要说：感谢在2021-09-1821:54:42~2021-09-2223:28:04期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 4 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!

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The beautiful, strong, miserable, and fragrant villain [attack] X soft and sweet actress [receive]

Wen Jiu, an actor in troubled times, dressed as a modern [-]-line casual coffee shop. He was unmarried and "killed" three fiances.

When he crossed over, the original owner was being forcibly dragged into the dilapidated villa of the Fu family by his family, and married the former owner of the Fu family who was disfigured in the fire and whose temperament changed drastically.

Sitting opposite her husband with a scary face, Wen Jiu held his hand carefully, with a soft and sweet voice: "Don't be afraid, husband, I'll sing you a little song?"

Glancing at him coldly, Fu Yihan had figured out his details a long time ago, and wanted him to retreat in spite of difficulties, but when his palm was held by Wen Jiu, the tip of his heart seemed to be scratched gently by a feather.

A few months later, there were rumors on the Internet that Wen Jiu and a stunning man were making love to each other on the cruise ship of his "half-dead husband", and the city was full of storms for a while.

In the Fu family's mansion, I saw the hot searched Wen Jiu crying in the arms of the "concubine": Divorce after recovering?

Fu Yihan: Divorce is impossible unless you are widowed.

When Wen Jiu was awarded the Inheritance of Inheritance, National First-Class Actor, Drama Plum Blossom Award...Brands that had shunned him in the past flocked to ask him to speak for him, Wen Jiu smiled shyly: I have retired, and I am not short of money.

He keeps getting rich and getting rich again, and the most bizarre thing is that Fu Yihan, who was half-lived, actually came back to life.

Someone ridiculed him for being "conscientious", only Wen Jiu knew, he hugged the quilt and shivered that night: "You cheated on the marriage!"

The legendary "disabled person", his blindness was faked, his disfigurement was painted, especially in other aspects, Wen Jiu, who was sore and limp, could not speak: it was very different from the rumors, very big!

The handsome man with eight-pack abs raised his chin, kissed the corners of his red eyes, and said in a low voice, "It's because of you."

Wen Jiu: Beast!