Cannon Fodder Beauty Can't Escape [Transmigration Book]

Jiang Mi watched her get into the car, watching the car drive away with dull eyes.

At this time, the weather had not yet warmed up, so she stood on the street for a while, her feet were so cold that it was hard to touch the ground, and before she could express her sudden sadness, she ran away in small steps.

After returning home, she listened to her parents' nagging for a while, and then she went to take a bath.

When she was playing with her mobile phone before going to bed, she found that Weibo had been @, and when she clicked on it, she found out that it was Meng Qinghan.

Meng Qinghan posted a picture on Weibo, which was exactly the one Jiang Mi drew last time.

She didn't say anything superfluous, and just added two small emojis, tagged: 画手@江觉.

Jiang Mi's eyes were a little sore, and her tears hadn't fallen yet, and her private messages were already 99+.

Some are artist fans soliciting manuscripts, and some are editor inquiries, asking if she is interested in cooperating with the publishing house.

When she replied to the private message, she felt that the empty heart was filled, like a scarecrow with bones.

The phone switched to WeChat, the only time I sent a message to Meng Qinghan implicitly:

[Wild Boar Page: Thank you. 】

She knew they couldn't be the same as before, and she knew they all had a fork in their lives to go.

This night, she accepted it all.

Soon, Meng Qinghan replied:

[Be a good Meng: You can't raise my price the next time I ask you for a manuscript. 】

Jiang Mi covered the quilt and laughed.

[Wild Boar Page: That's not necessarily the case. After the fire, the value will be different. I will insure my hands as soon as possible. 】

[Be a good Meng: You will succeed! 】

[Wild boar Peggy: Young and hard-working, the boss borrowed auspicious words//clasping fists]

Meng Qinghan could see from the words that she was in a good mood, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

She is quite worried about Jiang Mi, because Jiang Mi has always been a very dramatic person, like a child who does not want to grow up. She is the protagonist of a comedy, which makes people feel funny and cute, but also feels distressed.

Everyone will return to their own lives. She, Zhong Yisheng, and Jiang Xueci all have their own things they want to do, and they cannot stay with Jiang Mi for a lifetime.

She hopes that Jiang Mi can do what she likes to do.

Now it seems that the effect is not bad.

When she sent the message, Zhong Yisheng was still looking for something in the bedroom.

Meng Qinghan turned off her phone, and asked curiously, "What are you looking for?"

Zhong Yisheng raised a small ceramic figurine in his hand, "This is the one like you, the one like mine is gone."

Meng Qinghan was a little excited when she heard it, and looked at her with her chin: "I hid that."

Zhong Yisheng: "...?"

Meng Qinghan was confident and confident: "Whoever let Jian Yu into your office, I am angry with her, but I can't say it clearly, otherwise it will appear how stingy I am. I can only do small things to hint to you."

She didn't expect to find out today.

Zhong Yisheng knew what she was thinking, and explained: "I found out the day before yesterday that it was missing. I didn't say anything because I was afraid it would affect your mood."

Meng Qinghan waved at her, "Don't look for it yet, let's sleep."

Zhong Yisheng walked over slowly and was pulled into her arms by her.

Seeing her unhappy face, Meng Qinghan wanted to laugh even more, "Then next time something like this happens, do you want to tell me in advance?"

Zhong Yisheng liked her waist very much during this time, so he hugged her waist, "I didn't realize you were jealous."

Meng Qinghan wiped her eyes, "You don't care about me."

Zhong Yisheng couldn't help but bend his lips: "Then I didn't expect that the way you get jealous is to hide the little ceramic figure so that I won't find it."

Meng Qinghan stroked her hair, "Do you think I'm naive? I don't care, you have to find things yourself."

Zhong Yisheng had no choice but to say yes, and the two fell asleep.

At night, Meng Qinghan had a dream.

The winter vacation of the first grade of junior high school was an ordinary night.

Stepping on the frost and snow to go home, my mother has already cooked the meal, and the family of three is sitting at the dining table.

That man has always called his mother Ah Zheng.

He said to ask Ah Zheng to get up early to shovel snow tomorrow morning.

Mom said that she was going to buy clothes for Hanhan tomorrow.

The man's eyes sank, and before Meng Qinghan could react, he jumped over the table and stool, and punched his mother five or six times in the face.

When Meng Qinghan heard the sound of dishes breaking, she felt blind for a moment, and when she regained her sight again, she found blood dripping from her mother's mouth, and her teeth were stained scarlet with blood.

The next punch was about to land on mother's chin, Meng Qinghan quickly blocked it.

She remembered that night in the dim light, she said to the man, there is nothing we can do to you, but we can die together.

She doesn't even remember when she often said the word death.

That night, she was kicked out of the house.

That man knew that she missed her mother, and it was impossible to go far.

Her weakness is naked - being held in the palm of others.

Walking aimlessly in the alley, he came to the row of brick houses.

Zhong Yisheng was buying syrup in the canteen, and bumped into her when he came out.

Zhong Yisheng was already familiar with every expression of Meng Qinghan at that time, she didn't sum up Meng Qinghan's emotional laws, but seeing her eyes that seemed to be embedded with black jade, she knew that she was unhappy.

So he said in a low voice, "Why are you here?"

Meng Qinghan herself didn't know why she came here.

She glanced at the things in Zhong Yisheng's hand.

Zhong Yisheng's eyes lit up, "Do you like noodles?"

Meng Qinghan narrowed her eyes and said softly, "I don't like it."

Zhong Yisheng thought so too.

Those who grew up here have eaten it for so many years, and they will definitely get tired of it.

She lifted the hemp curd bag in her pocket to her again, "What about this one?"

Meng Qinghan had already planned to leave, but was left behind by the smell of the tofu bag.

Before she could respond, Zhong Yisheng had already held her arm.

The skin of the wrists of the two of them lightly brushed, and the moment of intimacy made Zhong Yisheng's ears turn red. She said, "Can I invite you to sit down?"

Meng Qinghan subconsciously refused.

She doesn't like to be sympathized with.

However, before she could say her refusal, Zhong Yisheng said embarrassedly: "I don't know how to turn on the stove, it's too cold, but no one will help me..."

Meng Qinghan swallowed the words of rejection again, and was dragged away by her.

After arriving at Zhong Yisheng's residence, Meng Qinghan began to help her turn over the stove.

After 10 minutes, the fire in the stove was very hot.

Meng Qinghan instructed: "Don't put coal before going to bed at night, coal smoke poisoning will be life-threatening."

Zhong Yisheng responded softly: "Okay..."

She covered the lower half of her face with a scarf, her eyes rolled wildly, "Well... can you stay here tonight? This is the first time I burn this, I'm a little scared..."

Meng Qinghan nodded.

She didn't tell Zhong Yisheng that she had nowhere to go, nor did she thank her.The two ate noodles and buns and leaned together to keep warm.The broken icicles outside the eaves foretell the poor man's uncertain future.

That night, the furnace was burning hot and red.

Meng Qinghan slept like never before.

The dream stops here.

Meng Qinghan was covered in cold sweat when she woke up.

She lay there dumbly for a while, then got up lightly, and leaned against the bed in a daze.

More and more things come to mind recently.

Including Meng Ke dismembering the man,

She discovered the dirty business Meng Ke was doing,

The system developed by Mengshi searches for women of the right age in the city, and Jiang Mi is among them.

And she received a call from Jiang Mi.

She believed in the man she had never met before, and bet her life on it.

The person who helped her decorate her bedroom at the beginning of school will definitely come.

She used the stupidest way.

After sitting blankly for a while, she felt a little cold, and when she was about to lie down, Zhong Yisheng clasped the back of her hand.

Meng Qinghan turned her head and found that she was already awake.

Zhong Yisheng covered her with the quilt and hugged her tightly, "Why did you wake up?"

Meng Qinghan thought of that night, when they were lying on the kang of the brick house, the fire was blazing, and their faces were red.

She held Zhong Yisheng's hand, "I had a dream."

Zhong Yisheng rubbed against her neck.

Meng Qinghan asked out of the blue: "Shengsheng, when did you like me?"

Zhong Yisheng's eyes widened immediately.

She was embarrassed, "It's very early."

Meng Qinghan raised her chin and looked at her, as if she wanted to find out, "Then I became my current identity, why did you avoid seeing me? Three years in high school, half a year in college, if it wasn't for that time MLM case, we may not even see it.”

Zhong Yisheng said: "I want to go, but Nan Zhuo said...you will probably remember me after you see me, and the system will change your memory again. The load is too heavy, and you will always be unable to bear it."

Meng Qinghan's eyes seem to be waterless, but her heart is actually full of emotions.

"Then, have you ever thought about giving up?"

Give up liking her.

Zhong Yisheng shook his head without hesitation, "You know it's impossible."

She still hugged Meng Qinghan's waist.

Meng Qinghan sighed slightly.

Zhong Yisheng wanted to tell her a lot of things, tangled up and down, and only a few words left to say, "You never complained about anything, you have always been so optimistic, I dare not bring up the past, lest you think I... so good."

Meng Qinghan sent her a kiss, "What are you talking about, we have the best voice."

She said: "Actually, I used to be very cynical. I always felt that life was meaningless, and I always thought of the worst when thinking about things."

Zhong Yi said: "Then..."

Meng Qinghan said warmly: "Shengsheng, you have to understand that the reason why I can be so optimistic is because I know that life is meaningless, but at the same time, I met someone who can make my life meaningful."

The night she was kicked out, she really wanted to die.

But when the word death was hanging above her head, she bumped into Zhong Yisheng in the ice and snow.She lived alone in a brick house and asked her to burn the stove for her.

That night, she felt that she had never experienced the true meaning of living in the previous ten years.

She was very fortunate that they met in such a timely manner.

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