Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

The He family is headed by He's mother, and He's father passed away very early. Among the two sons, He Shengyuan is a good old man, and He Qingcheng is a fool who is the easiest to be bribed.

After getting along these few days, He Qingcheng defended He Yu in every possible way, but why did he have such an attitude today?

He Yu was stunned, with tears hanging from the corners of his eyes. He looked at He Qingcheng and said carefully, "Brother, what did you just say?"

I heard it wrong, I must have heard it wrong.

He Qingcheng moved closer to him, looked down at him, his hazel eyes were gentle and clear, and his fingers were slender and clean, "It's just a watch, don't worry about it, let's get up first." The heart hanging in his throat fell back again, He Yu Slowly grasping the extended hand, he said anxiously: "I'm so scared." He bit his lower lip and looked at He Qingcheng pitifully: "Brother, this is the first time I know what home is like, I don't want to be so fast Lost, will you help me?"

He Qingcheng's attitude was the same as usual, and there was no problem: "Of course."

At this point, He Yu was completely relieved.

He knew that selling misery was not a good idea, especially for He Qingcheng, because he had the least weight in the He family.

But the incident happened suddenly, and there was no other better choice. He Shengyuan spoke for him to stimulate He Shu first, and then He Qingcheng went home to protect him.

So what if you make a big mistake?Sure enough.

What He Shu owned should have been his 17 years ago, and he only came to ask for it today, because of his generosity.

A watch is just the beginning, the real fun is yet to come.

He Yu covered the deep light in his eyes, and changed his expression when he raised his head, showing dependence in his helplessness, as if he had found light: "Thank you brother Qingcheng, you are the best for me, without you I really don't know what to do .”

96 seemed a little skeptical of life at this moment, it returned to the system space and re-checked the host's information.

Shen Xinglan, male, 26, a programmer, lives a nine-to-five life every day. He was selected into the world of my life by me because he had a strong desire to survive and an extraordinary desire for money before he died.

Other than that, he was unremarkable. He was a pure newcomer when he first entered the system space, and he was at a loss when he saw everything.

The question is that I don’t know if I can’t, let’s forget it for three consecutive times, 96 said that he signed the agreement.

At this moment, it has only been two hours since the mission world started. When faced with a major plot line, he did not choose to face up, but skipped class and came to the cemetery.

96 couldn't figure it out. It switched to the audience channel and looked at it. It was puzzled to find that the audience's popularity was quite high, and they all wondered what Shen Xinglan wanted to do.

After all, this person's performance is different from other routines in the assembly line, completely opposite.

96 silently looked at him for a while: "I think you look familiar."

At this moment, Shen Xinglan was standing in front of a black tombstone, staring at the words on the tombstone without moving.

Among the green mountains and forests, rows of iron gray tombstones stand, so quiet that no sound can be heard.

96 decided to trick him: "Honestly, you are not a newcomer at all, are you?"

Shen Xinglan ignored its question, and clasped his hands in silence for a while: "Ask you a question."

96 decided to answer honestly this time, and to get closer to the host, it said sincerely: "Please tell me."

Shen Xinglan touched her chin with one hand, and unconsciously rubbed her earrings with her fingers: "Have you ever died before your father?"

96: ...

?

Ask a system such a question, are you okay? ?

Shen Xinglan was immersed in his own thoughts, and didn't think there was any problem with the question at all. He took a step forward, his eyes fell on the tombstone, and he let his soul go out of his body.

At this moment, he is no longer him, but he is not completely separated. He observes the most honest reaction of this body from a calm and objective perspective.

Empty, sad, wronged, longing, powerless, all emotions came up.

It was like a child who had stumbled and run for a long time and could not find his way home was finally able to touch the monument and cry, and his soul set out on his way home.

Shen Xinglan subconsciously wanted to bite something, moved his fingers, and felt the empty pocket before realizing that it was not his own body.

It was precisely because of this little action that all the overwhelming emotions were taken back at once, as if they had never appeared.

The sudden ringing of the phone broke the tranquility and brought Shen Xinglan back to his senses.

The incoming call shows "Mom".

Shen Xinglan picked up the phone, and there was a slightly indifferent female voice on the other end: "Where are you?"

The sky has darkened, and the evening mist dyes the sky with a beautiful orange layer, like overturned orange juice, the tired birds return to the forest, and the rows of tombstones cast heavy shadows, silently watching the boy.

Shen Xinglan chuckled lightly, and said shortly, "Didn't you already know the answer when you made this call?"

He Shu never spoke to He Mu like this. He was like a stuffy gourd, holding back all his emotions until the moment he was about to explode, his life would end.

Epiphyllum lasts longer than his vitality.

What a poor boy, Shen Xinglan thought, luckily I met him.

Mother He was obviously stung by this lukewarm attitude, she frowned slightly: "It's just a watch, it's fine if it's broken, why are you going to the cemetery?"

Shen Xinglan cast a serious look, deadpan: "Apart from the dead, what else can we do in the cemetery?"

Being bullied twice in a row, what he said was no different from saying nothing, that subtle discomfort quickly fermented, and was forcibly suppressed by He Mu:

"I've already made an agreement with Xiao Liu to let him pick you up."

Shen Xinglan said lightly: "I'm almost an adult, so I can make decisions about such trivial matters."

There was silence on the other end of the phone for about a few seconds, and He Mu's breathing was a little heavy: "The wings are hard?"

From picking up the phone until now, Mother He has always spoken in an orderly and questioning tone. It is obvious that the mother and son hardly communicate at ordinary times, and the relationship is very blunt.

That's why He Yu was chosen so naturally. Even He Shu, who was kicked out by her, died, she was the last to know the news.

Shen Xinglan looked up at the sky, the last ray of light in the distant sky struggled to jump on the horizon, like a candle that was about to go out.

He suddenly remembered that in the plot line he received, it was also such an evening when He Shu died.

At the moment of leaving the world, He Shu wrote a suicide note with his own hand: the dawn is about to end, bury me with the wind.

Bury me with the wind.I don't know if Xiao He Shu in the next life will live freely like the wind.

When the last ray of light dimmed and disappeared, Shen Xinglan jumped down the steps lightly, and hung up the phone after speaking: "You should take it for granted."

Xiao Liu has been waiting outside the cemetery for a long time. The location of the cemetery is far away. He Shu came in his car.

"Third young master, madam asked me to take you home."

Just a few steps away from He's father's tombstone and out of the cemetery, He's mother called him three times.

I don't know if it was his illusion, He Shu was in good condition before he entered, but after he came out after mourning He's father, he looked a bit sleepy.

The corners of Shen Xinglan's eyes were slightly red, and he couldn't see it unless he looked carefully. He opened the car door and walked in without saying a word.

Xiao Liu sneaked a few glances at him from the rearview mirror, and couldn't help worrying about his condition.

The young man raised his fingers and pressed the base of his eyebrows weakly, as if a little uncomfortable, he curled up and hugged his knees with both hands:

"Can I go to Grandma's before I go home?"

Mrs. He lives in the suburbs, and has a mansion covering an area of ​​[-] square meters. She occasionally invites juniors to accompany her. Since her son died, she seldom goes out, and stays at home eating fast and praying to Buddha.

The He family's home is very close to the cemetery, and it is the only way to go back.

Hearing this, Xiao Liu hesitated for a while: "Ma'am is still waiting, I'm afraid it's too late to go to the old lady's place, and I will disturb her old lady, right?"

On the surface it was said to be bothering, but in fact Xiao Liu was worried that it would be too late to go to the old lady's place, and it would be difficult to explain to Mother He when he went back.

After calling three times in a row, it was conceivable that something serious must have happened at home.

Xiao Liu glanced at the rearview mirror out of the corner of his eye, and felt a little struggling in his heart. The people in the back seat quietly listened to his words, and raised the corners of their lips in a self-deprecating way:

"I lost my father, so I don't even have the right to see my grandma now."

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, he raised his gloomy eyes, that look startled Xiao Liu, thinking of the shattered glazed cup.

After all, he is only a 17-year-old child who has lived in an ivory tower for so many years. Now that his family has encountered a major change, he just wants to visit his grandma. This requirement is not satisfied, so it is really...

Xiao Liu silently put a hat on himself for going too far, and immediately turned the steering wheel and drove towards He Jiaben's house.

The original family of the He family, Mrs. He, is listening to an opera in the garden.

When the servant came to tell the time, the old lady lying in the rattan rocking chair suddenly opened her eyes, and the Buddha string fell from her hand and fell to the ground.

The visitor bent down to pick it up, and repeated it again: "Little San Shao is here."

For a moment, the old lady's eyes were blank, and she couldn't help crying when she heard the name, and she didn't even know why.

Accompanied by the Qingdeng Pagoda all day long, her sex is as indifferent as light smoke, and her emotions have long been without ups and downs. This is the first time she has lost her composure for no reason.

She turned her head to the side, wiped it gently with her sleeve, and said slowly: "Come here so late? Please come in Xiaoshu."

The servant responded, turned around to invite, and after a while, footsteps came, and a youthful voice sounded: "Grandma."

The old lady looked up and saw that He Shu was standing by the rocking chair, with lowered eyebrows and eyes flushed, as if she had cried.

If it was normal, she would only ask if she had dinner, if she didn't eat, she would let the other party eat, if she did, then let her watch a show with her, if the other party didn't open her mouth, she would never ask more questions.

Perhaps it was the throbbing just now that made her feel uneasy, the old lady paused, twirled the beads lightly with her fingers, and said in a rare way: "What's wrong?"

The shadows of the trees poured out sparkling light and shadows in the lake, and the drama was heard from afar, making this small space seem extraordinarily peaceful.

Without saying a word, Shen Xinglan squatted down, looked up at her from bottom to top, his eyes were gentle and peaceful, he stared at her for a long time, with a certain warm nostalgia.

He whispered: "Passing by here, stop by to see you."

Obviously the young man did nothing, but the old lady softened in this look. Among all the grandchildren, He Shu is the one who is most similar to her son who died young, not in appearance, but in temperament.

After all, she is a person who has lived for more than 60 years. How can a teenager hide things from her?

The finger that twisted the Buddha beads drooped slightly, and the old lady glanced at Xiao Liu behind He Shu: "By the way?"

Xiao Liu stood up straight, and it was windy at night, so his mouth was dry: "Master Xiao Shu and I just came back from the cemetery."

Living here in seclusion, the old lady has not cared about things for many years, but her keen intuition is still there.

A teenage child who doesn't come home after school in the middle of the night, and then comes to see her after paying homage to his father in the cemetery?

The rocking chair stopped, the old lady stepped on the ground with her right foot, and the moment she stood up, her fingers accidentally brushed He Shu's face who was squatting.

In the cool night breeze, his face was surprisingly hot, and she frowned: "Are you sick?"

Chen Xinglan didn't speak, but just shook her head, the bright color at the end of her eyes became more and more obvious, like a red sunset glow, revealing a desolation and sickness.

He struggled to stand up, but he didn't have any strength in his body, his eyes darkened and he almost fell down, but Xiao Liu's eyes were fast and his hands quickly supported him.

"Master Xiaoshu?" Xiao Liu anxiously pressed his hand on his forehead, and he hissed as soon as he put it on, "How could this happen, I'm obviously fine on the way here..."

The old lady immediately turned her head to the servant and said, "Go and invite Dr. Sun."

After she finished speaking, she moved a little closer to He Shu, stretched out her hand subconsciously, and stopped when she was only a few centimeters away from the other person's body. She hadn't been close to any grandchildren for many years. Such movements were too unfamiliar to her.

The next moment, Shen Xinglan stretched out his hand feebly to hold her, as if he had taken something in his hand, it was scorching hot.

He said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, grandma."

Hot tears fell from the corner of his eyes, only one drop, Shen Xinglan's voice became softer: "It's because I didn't protect it well."

As he finished speaking, his fingers slowly moved away, revealing what he had been holding in the palm of his hand.

It was a pure black mechanical watch, the dial was smashed to pieces, and the hands stopped a long time ago. When she saw it, the old lady's expression changed instantly.

Of course she recognized this watch, it was He Ningheng's last birthday before his death, she gave him a gift, He Ningheng who received the gift frowned, smiled and came to hug her, saying thank you mom.

So many years of self-hypnosis collapsed the moment I saw a familiar object.

The old lady's fingers were trembling slightly when she touched it. The watch was stained with the boy's body temperature, and it was so hot that she couldn't help but want to curl up.

She stared straight at the watch: "How did it break?"

Under the high fever, Shen Xinglan's consciousness gradually became blurred, and he was unable to answer what the old lady said. He fell into the old lady's arms like a bird falling from the sky.

The phone kept vibrating, and it was the constant calls from He's mother. It was the first time in history that He Shu dared to disobey her openly, and she should be mad at this moment.

Shen Xinglan struggled to pick it up, pressed it a few times, and just connected, the other end of the phone paused for two seconds, and then He Mu's voice sounded, tense and restrained:

"When will you be home?"

Confused, she didn't even have the strength to think, so Shen Xinglan didn't speak.

After encountering soft and hard knives one after another, Mother He couldn't bear it any longer, and angrily said, "Your brother has only been back for a few days? Because the watch made me cry all night, it's getting worse and worse."

In the past, when she said these words, the boy always listened silently and rarely refuted her, and today is no exception.

Mother He is actually very tired of his appearance, like a shadow, gloomy and quiet, she suspected a long time ago that he is not her child, after all, he is not like her at all.

God was still awake, so he sent He Yu back to her. This child is cute, clever and cute, completely different from He Shu.

He Shu is the elder brother and He Yu is the younger brother. Even though she knew that He Shu was not her own, she still kept him at home to take care of him. He is no longer a good son. Could it be that he can't even be a good brother?

All kinds of emotions were tired in her chest, and she urgently needed a relief. Mother He said without a doubt: "Go home and apologize. I can pretend that this incident didn't happen. The He family really can't tolerate your big Buddha."

The other end was still quiet, and Mother He was about to cut off the phone, when suddenly a voice came, old and powerful, majestic and low:

"When did He Shu have a younger brother?"

Mother He's eyelids twitched suddenly.