Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

In fact, Mother He didn't tell Mrs. He about taking He Yu back privately, so she didn't think about how to say it.

Secondly, Mrs. He has devoted herself to practicing Buddhism for many years, and she has long since stopped asking about the younger generation. It is better to have less than one more thing.

Now hearing the old lady's voice on the phone, Mother He's heartbeat slowed down, and she panicked for a moment.

——How could it be her who answered the phone? ?She asked Xiao Liu to bring him back. Where did Xiao Liu send him?

Even if she doesn't care about things, the old lady is the oldest elder in the family, and her words carry a lot of weight. What stupid things did she say just now?

Before I could figure out how to answer this question, the second question came one after another: "He Shu's watch, was it his new brother who broke it?"

Mother He clasped the phone case tightly with her delicate nails, stiffened, and said nonchalantly, "It's just a misunderstanding, it's not that serious."

This attitude turned faces faster than flipping through books, and the old lady almost laughed angrily: "A misunderstanding that is almost too big for He Shu?"

On the other end of the phone, Mother He took several deep breaths to calm her emotions, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of her lips:

"I called Xiaoshu several times and he didn't return. I was also short-tempered just now, and my words were thoughtless. Mom, how do I treat Xiaoshu? Don't you have a steelyard in your heart?"

"I'm old, blind and deaf, and I'm a useless old bone," the old lady said lightly, "You should come and tell me about this scale yourself."

This is to determine the nature of this matter. He's mother has been in the He family for more than [-] years. How has she ever heard such a tone?She knew that the old lady was really angry this time, so she didn't dare to hit the gun for a while.

"If you don't tell me, I have planned to go to your house for a long time. I don't know if you have finished drinking the snow mountain silver needles you brought last time. I will bring some over tomorrow." Mother He spoke in a casual tone as much as possible. Pursing his lower lip, he tentatively said, "It's getting late, I'm afraid it's not good for Xiaoshu to stay with you to disturb your rest, or let Xiao Liu take it back?"

How could Mrs. He not know what she was thinking?The routines that Mother He is playing now are all left over from what she played decades ago.

She smiled lightly, "Xiao Shu is clever and well-behaved, and I think he's thinking too hard, so I just let him stay for two days, and when he wants to go back, he will naturally go back."

She has fallen from the beginning, and now Mother He can only retreat steadily, and she doesn't know how to make up for it. She repeatedly said yes, and after hanging up the phone, the phone slipped in her hand, and only then did she realize that her hands were sweating.

The bright crystal chandelier casts heavy light and shadow, gorgeous and illusory, the roses in the wide-mouthed vase are in full bloom, and even the scent of roses floats in the air.

The silk nightgown fell to the ground, and Mother He stood by the window with her arms crossed. She settled for a while, her thoughts became more and more confused, and she turned to take a water glass to fill her saliva.

After drinking the water, she went to the second floor, walked through the fan-shaped corridor, and knocked on He Yu's door.

There was a soft and suppressed sobbing from inside, like some kind of desperate and lonely little beast, which made He Mu's heart ache.

The door opened from the inside, and the boy with red eyes from crying looked at her timidly like a rabbit: "Mom."

Seeing this appearance, Mother He was in a trance for a while, it seemed that He Shu was like this, a little one, who would come to hug her when she cried.

But since when did He Shu not be like this and start to stay away from her?

Realizing that her thoughts were drifting away, Mother He gathered herself together, "I'll come and see if you're asleep."

He Yu glanced behind her, and quickly looked away. He shook his head: "Brother He Shu hasn't returned yet, and I didn't apologize to him face to face, so I couldn't sleep."

He grabbed the corner of his clothes and said anxiously, "I sent him a lot of messages, but he didn't reply to me. He will never forgive me, right? It's all my fault. I'm not as calm as elder brother, and I'm not as smart as brother He Shu. I'm so stupid. Can't do anything right..."

"Okay, don't think so much." Mother He interrupted him, she put her hand on his shoulder, and gently pushed him to go in, "Go to sleep first, we'll talk about it tomorrow if we have anything to do."

There was a neat box next to the bed, the box showed a slit, and there were a lot of clothes in it.

Mother He glanced inadvertently, she vaguely remembered that the box was not there two days ago, she paused for a moment: "What is this?"

Following her line of sight, He Yu lowered his head, his eyelashes wet: "I... I made such a big mistake, and I feel very insecure. If Brother Shu doesn't forgive me, I should. I can..."

He didn't say any more, but wiped away his tears.

When a mother sees her child like this, no one will feel uncomfortable.Mother He sighed softly, and took He Yu into her arms.

"You are a member of the He family. You are not allowed to say such things in the future."

Somehow, she made up her mind.

She has already lost He Shu, He Yu is her brand new child, she must take good care of the collection, and prevent him from being hurt in the slightest.

For the old lady, no matter how much pressure there is, she has to bear it because she is a mother.

He Yu's mother.

Shen Xinglan slept so refreshed that when he woke up, he couldn't tell where he was, and when he opened his eyes, he was a little dazed for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, he was woken up by a sound like a 96 horn: "Your channel ratings were so high last night!"

It's amazing, it's unprecedented, 96 feels like a head teacher who always takes a parallel class, and suddenly accepts a high-scoring transfer student.

Shen Xinglan, who had no idea about this, put on his shoes and got out of bed, walked around the carved screen, and came to the bathroom. In the mirror, there was a pale young man with wide eyebrows and deep eyes. Because of the different souls under the skin, it is more leisurely and casual.

He picked up his cup of water, wet his cheeks, and said flatly.

96 continued to blah blah: "The plot hit rate is 5.00% complete."

What does it mean to fight without bloodshed?What does it mean to follow the path of green tea, so that green tea has nowhere to go?It literally opened its eyes last night to witness the textbook-like answers.

And all of this is based on the fact that Shen Xinglan and He Yu have never met and fought, which is really amazing.

Shen Xinglan thought it was noisy, so when he rubbed his cheeks with his fingertips, he gently scraped the pinna of his ears, and took a towel to dry his cheeks. He looked up at his glasses, brushed the pattern on his collarbone, and began to brush his teeth.

Seeing him so calm, 96 felt bored: "Forget it. I also want to say that if you break the record, you can get extra bonuses, and you don't seem to be interested."

As soon as it finished speaking, the eyes of Shen Xinglan, who was calmly brushing his teeth, suddenly flickered, like brilliant diamonds.

He spat out toothpaste foam and asked, "How much?"

96 thought about it seriously: "It depends on how high your record-breaking achievements are. This is divided according to grades. Based on your current speed, you should be able to achieve the title of fastest performer. After deducting the deposit, you can probably get another [-]." .”

From Shen Xinglan's expression alone, it is impossible to tell whether he is interested in the hundred thousand or not, so he just nodded: "It's okay."

96 stared at him for a while: "Why do you like money so much?"

My life has a lot of wishes that can be requested in my world. Every time the world is completed, a part of the reward will be honored. When signing the contract with Shen Xinglan, his request was very simple, money.

96 has seen too many money-grubbing and lustful people. Although he has only met Shen Xinglan for two days, it can be concluded that he is different from everyone he has seen before.

This question is supposed to be very simple. Shen Xinglan remained silent for a long time, until 96 thought he had forgotten what question he asked, and when he was about to repeat it again, he put the toothbrush back, bent down again and immersed his face in the water.

Black hair, snowy skin, eyebrow arches, eyelashes, corners of eyes, and bridge of nose are all stained with crystal water.

With a splash, Shen Xinglan raised his head from the basin, took the towel as if nothing had happened, and dried it off little by little, "I don't remember."

What kind of answer is this?

96 became more and more curious about Shen Xinglan: "Have you lost your memory or been sick?"

"You really want to know?" Shen Xinglan chuckled, and finally pressed a towel on his face. He folded it and put it back in its original place. When he raised his eyelids, he glanced sideways, like a towel soaked in water. Jade, clear and lingling, makes people frightened.

The next moment he opened his mouth and said, "Another hundred thousand."

96:"……"

Goodbye.

When going out in the morning, the old lady had already gotten up to pay respects to the Buddha, and it was still Xiao Liu who came to pick up Shen Xinglan.

When he walked out of the mansion and got into the car, the servant who had been with the old lady caught up and stuffed a bag of breakfast for Shen Xinglan, and said in an old lady's tone:

"Be careful on the way to school. The watch has been repaired by someone, and you can go back wherever you want these few days."

The three sentences are very simple, but they contain a lot of information. To be more straightforward, the old lady means that if something happens these days, he can choose to come back here, and she will be his umbrella.

Shen Xinglan held the edge of the steaming packaging bag with her fingers, and nodded to the servant with a smile: "Thank you, grandma."

Xiao Liu picked up the order and sent him to school on time, and Shen Xinglan finished the breakfast in the bag at about the same time. The beef patty was served with siu mai and hot milk, and he burped in satisfaction.

He Shu and He Yu are in the same class, and they are bound to meet today.

A second before stepping into the classroom, Shen Xinglan adjusted the expression on his face, preparing to see He Yu, who was able to torture He Shu to death in a foreign country, who is so sacred.

After entering the classroom and looking around, He Yu didn't come.

Shen Xinglan returned to He Shu's position according to memory, and the classroom was full of chaos, reading, speaking, copying homework, and playing with mobile phones, all kinds of sounds mixed into a hodgepodge.

Seeing He Shu coming at the front table, he turned around and said with a smile, "Brother He, why did you go yesterday?"

Fortunately, Shen Xinglan was well-read and well-read, so he unhurriedly picked up a clip about this brother from his memory, and accurately confirmed that this was the person he called yesterday to ask for leave.

Shen Xinglan leaned back, tiptoed to the ground, and started to turn the pen, completely acting like a scumbag: "What else can I do? Go out and relax."

Looking at the paper on the table, he glanced at the question, and he ticked an option at will.

Seeing him writing papers at the front desk, Ning Hui froze for a moment before recovering his own voice: "Well, although this matter is a big blow to normal people, if you are unhappy, you can just say it."

After finishing the topic at a glance, Shen Xinglan ticked another option. When he noticed that his eyes were not quite right when he was looking at him from the front table, and even had a faint sympathy, he pressed the tip of his pen down: "Huh?"

Ning Hui hesitated, hesitated again and again, and finally closed his eyes and said, "They all said that you saw it, and you can't hide it if you want to. Just tell me, how to deal with this matter?"

"Whether it's a beating or a Shentang, you just say a word, and the brothers are ready."

Shen Xinglan:?

He finally stopped writing, realized that the two were not on the same channel, and said vaguely: "Ah, you said that..."

Ning Hui rolled up his sleeves and said impassionedly: "Look at you, how much you have been stimulated! You have started to study hard! Brother He, there is no grass in the end of the world, why bother to fall in love with a single flower!"

Shen Xinglan always had a sense of foreboding.

Almost at the same time when he remembered the original plot line, Ning Hui said: "Although Song Xu is your partner, he has been walking around the grove with He Yu behind your back. Why does this kind of dog man want him? Listen to me, Just score!"

Shen Xinglan almost forgot about Song Xu's existence. In his eyes, He Shengyuan and He Qingcheng were trash, but at least he had a good affection for He Shu for so many years.

As for Song Xu, he wasn't even qualified as a trash.

When chasing He Shu back then, he was very attentive, sending flowers, buying paintbrushes, being there whenever he was called, being clean and bright. After launching a fierce offensive against He Shu for a year, He Shu finally agreed to give him a chance, and the two of them could try together.

At the beginning Song Xu was so moved that he almost cried, he held his hand and said with a sob that he would be good to him for the rest of his life.

And it was just such a person, in the second week after He Yu transferred to another school, He Yu was just doing a small trick, and Song Xu took the lead.

He Shu would not be with such an unprincipled person, and broke up quickly in the original plot line.

But what he didn't expect was that Song Xu's unrequited love for him would become the last straw that pushed him into the abyss.

If it is said that garbage is also sorted - then Song Xu can be called a fighter among garbage.