Unspeakable

Mu Chen sat on the sofa in the study, staring at the newspaper in front of him with complicated eyes.

"The ignorant people are superstitious about the 'reincarnated doctor', and no one can compensate for the bad results."This line of big black characters is located under the original version, with teeth and claws.

Mu Chen smiled: "Haha, 'Reincarnated Genius Doctor', if that's the case..."

The room was very quiet, and Mu Chen enjoyed walking around the room.

Yes, that's right, one person.This is his hope for many years.Only one person, or Mu Shaonong, can disappear.

There was a smile on Mu Chen's face, a satisfied and happy smile, but his eyes were no longer pure.Because it contains hatred.

He picked up his mobile phone and sent a text message to Zhang Yang: Come to me after you leave the school.

Students filed out from the school gate and dispersed in a swarm.Zhang Yang got on his bicycle and waited for a long time before he realized that Mu Chen didn't come to school today.

Zhang Yang turned on the phone, and Mu Chen's text message popped out.There was nothing wrong at first, but out of caution and concern, Zhang Yang looked around, but fortunately, Tian Jingsi was not there.

He rode his bike home quickly, and the early summer wind got into his clothes, feeling very comfortable.He remembered the way Mu Chen was playing with the leaves.

Maybe he likes Mu Chen a little bit, although only a little bit.Like a sprout, full of vitality and hope, but always cautious, as if afraid of encountering something.

Zhang Yang stood in front of Mu Chen's door, and the door opened before ringing the bell.Mu Chen's smiling face appeared.

Zhang Yang was very strange: "It's okay, you don't usually smile like this."

Mu Chen ignored him: "Look, am I the only one in the room?"

Zhang Yang became more and more strange: "...Isn't there still me?"

Mu Chen smiled happily: "Of course, plus you. See if there are only the two of us in the room."

As soon as Zhang Yang heard this, his scalp exploded all of a sudden, until it was numb and crispy.These words were very common in the past, but today he feels guilty of "being a thief" no matter what he hears.

He was stunned for a long time before he suddenly realized: "Ah! I didn't understand what you meant just now. But... where did Mu Shaonong go?"

"Neurology hospital."

"You..." Zhang Yang felt helpless, "What's wrong with you today?"

"I'm so excited. Mu Shaonong went to the detention center first, and then to the mental hospital."

Zhang Yang jumped up all of a sudden: "What? No way! What happened to him?"

Mu Chen said softly: "Didn't I say 'I'll tell you when you grow up' for many problems before, now I don't have any worries, and I can tell you all of them."

"Ah," Zhang Yang didn't know what to ask, "I just want to know what happened to Mu Shaonong."

"Look at this newspaper." Mu Chen threw the newspaper over.

Zhang Yang finished watching suspiciously, and was too surprised to speak: "Is he this 'reincarnated doctor'?"

"Yes."

"It's not true what he said? Superstitious, isn't it?"

"No, what Mu Shaonong said is right. In this world, countless dead people are reincarnated every day." Mu Chen was very serious.

"Then Mu Shaonong..."

"Actually, burning paper money makes a little sense, but it's worthless. It just burns out. If someone wants to give something to someone who has passed away and hasn't been reincarnated, he has to give that thing away. Tie a lock of the man's hair and burn it. When the man reincarnates, these things are destined to be his.

"If a living person wants to give something to himself in the next life, he must cut off a piece of his own skin..."

"Ah?" Zhang Yang couldn't help crying.

"Yes, it's cruel. But this is the only way. Bind the object to your own skin and burn it. I dare say that the only people who know this way are me and Mu Shaonong. Of course, you know it now too. Mu Shaonong will not announce this method to the public, but he will tell some people, I can send things to the dead and you in the next life. If you want him to be rich and successful in the next life, just come to me. Yes People found him, and they killed people. Those people made a big mess, so..."

"Then Mu Shaonong won't come back in the future?"

"I think so."

"Oh," Zhang Yang seemed to be looking forward to it, "then you..."

"It's nice to be alone."

A trace of loneliness flashed in Zhang Yang's eyes.He thought for a while and asked, "Why do you hate Mu Shaonong so much?"

The corners of Mu Chen's mouth raised upwards, revealing a desolate and helpless smile.

"You really want to hear it?"

"You have experienced it all, let me hear what you can't do?"

"Reincarnation needs to be tested." Mu Chen took a breath, and said with some difficulty, "Tie me to the radiator, and stick a red-hot awl down my leg..."

"No, no, don't say it!" Zhang Yang grabbed the clothes on his chest and gasped violently.Even without imagination, just such a simple description can drive a person crazy.

Mu Chen smiled nonchalantly: "Actually, he was not good to me when he was young. He often beat and scolded me, but I endured it and kept calling him daddy. Since then, I stopped calling him daddy. I started to really call him daddy." hatred. I found out that I was a guinea pig raised by him..."

Zhang Yang put his hand on Mu Chen's slightly trembling shoulder.His shoulders are so thin that they hurt in the palm of his hand.

"It's a thing of the past."

"Well, it's over," Mu Chen smiled miserably, "but I still remember it vividly. Countless times, I will dream about it."

Zhang Yang patted him on the shoulder.I often have such dreams, is this something ordinary people can bear...

"It will be fine in the future, those are gone." Mu Chen gently covered the back of Zhang Yang's hand, and Zhang Yang could feel his hand was cold.

"It's almost summer, why are your hands so cold?"

Mu Chen withdrew his hand: "Ah, it's been like this all along, my body temperature is low..."

Are you lying to children, how can a low body temperature be so low?While Zhang Yang was impatient, he was also worried, why is Mu Chen so weak?

"Do you know whose reincarnation you are?" Mu Chen said.

"I don't know. Do you know?"

"Ah."

"Who, tell me, I'll listen," Zhang Yang became energetic, "Is it a celebrity?"

"You were my grandfather in your previous life." Mu Chen said calmly.

Zhang Yang was stunned. He stood there motionless and murmured after a long time: "No way, how could it be..."

Mu Chen took a glass of water from the table and took a sip unhurriedly: "Well, is it unbelievable?"

"Indeed……"

"But in my eyes, you will always be you, Zhang Yang," Mu Chen said, "When you stood in front of me, I never thought that you were my grandfather in your previous life."

"But how do you know?"

"Your hand," Mu Chen pointed to the back of Zhang Yang's left hand, "my grandfather is like this too. If it's a birthmark, it's too coincidental."

"anything else?"

"My grandfather studies physics. You see, you are a physics genius in the class, but you are very biased..."

"What if it's a coincidence?"

"No, I may tell you that you will be confused, but I'm sure it is." Mu Chen drank his saliva, his eyes were a little lonely, "Mu Shaonong found these inspirations based on you, so the only way he cares about me is to support me To associate with you. For this reason, he can find more inspiration and clues. He drove me to go to your house when I was a child."

Zhang Yang rubbed Mu Chen's hair. He remembered that after the calla lilies were planted last time, Mu Chen went to his house to look for him, tears streaming down his face.That's what Mu Shaonong forced, it's really not easy for Mu Chen.He suddenly remembered something:

"No, how old are you?"

"If you are one year old, you are 15 and a half years old."

The expression on Zhang Yang's face was a bit dramatic: "It's the same as me, then your grandfather died after you were born, and I, a reincarnated child prodigy, descended to earth early? Impossible."

Mu Chen paused for a moment: "I've never seen my grandfather at all. Maybe he passed away a long time ago."

"Then what you said about grandpa..."

"It was my grandpa's idea. My grandpa likes children, but he never married. Mu Shaonong was picked up by him. Well, he adopted him. He is too old and thinks that he can't wait to have a grandson, so he wrote it in a diary I imagined myself getting along with my grandson on the Internet. I found it by accident when I was packing up the sundries, so I watched it."

Zhang Yang felt very uncomfortable, and he couldn't know what it was like.

Grandpa is Mu Chen's only blood relative who is very close to nature. Zhang Yang has always thought... but he never thought that the only family member who loves him is imagined... When Zhang Yang thought that Grandpa Mu Chen didn't know his grandson's name was Mu Chen, Zhang Yang felt in his heart Just bursts of distress.

So he stared at Mu Chen and said:

"Let me love you later."

After finishing speaking, he quietly looked at Mu Chen's eyes, the eyelashes that were like his little brush.

"Oh?" Mu Chen raised his head, with a slight smile in his eyes, "Is it because you pity me? Pity me... No one really loves?"

"No, it's not," Zhang Yang said seriously, "Believe me, it's really not."

A small light flickered in Mu Chen's eyes, and he said, "I saw a message on the column yesterday, is it you?"

"What's the content?" Zhang Yang tried hard to restrain himself to calm down, but his heart seemed to be beating a drum, beating cheerfully and powerfully.

"I didn't know it before, but I think I already have the answer." Mu Chen recited it fluently.

"Oh...yes." Zhang Yang felt a little embarrassed, Mu Chen's secret was revealed all of a sudden, wouldn't it be a bit abrupt?

"Then you should know," Mu Chen's long eyelashes were trembling, "I mean, me."

"Well," Zhang Yang tried his best to organize his words, "Actually... very happy, because I really like you. There is nothing mixed here, no sympathy or friendship."

Mu Chen's thin arms came up: "Zhang Yang, let's be together."

Author's Notes:

I went to a painting class today and talked about parents beating and scolding their children.

Actually, I really envy those kids.

Being beaten and scolded by your parents is not the worst thing, the worst thing is that no one cares about you at all.

Whether you die or live, whether you live easily or miserable, whether you die beautifully or ugly, no one cares.

It's as if you are the most redundant person in the world, and you will be lonely and unhappy wherever you go.

There is a saying, very old-fashioned, but really incisive, cherish what you have, don't wait until you lose it to know how to cherish it.

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