Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

After drinking tea, it wasn't too early, and the evening self-study was almost over, so it didn't make much sense for Shen Xinglan to go back now.

There were many messages from Song Xu on the phone, and before leaving with He Qingcheng, Shen Xinglan asked the waiter to bring him a message.

While walking, I read Song Xu's news in a hurry, and it was mostly "Where did you go, baby, I'm so worried about you", "Is the meal tonight suitable for your appetite", and so on.

96, who had just returned from hanging up the phone, was caught off guard when he saw these news, thinking of what Song Xu did to He Shu under the instigation of He Yu in the end, he felt extremely irritating for a while.

It clicked: "At this moment, he must feel that he is a peerless warm man."

"I'm back." Shen Xinglan quickly tapped the screen a few times, and returned the message: The food is good, with you, everything is delicious——

After typing, I was about to send it, but I paused for two seconds, and felt that it was not enough, so I added a careful expression.

96:"……"

If it wasn't for Shen Xinglan's expressionless face and even yawned at this moment, it would have thought that he was also in love.

What was Shen Xinglan like before entering the mission world?

I can't, I can't, I can't do triplets, now seeing how he is able to control the opponent to death with ease, 96 feels a little complicated.

After dealing with Song Xu's news, there were a few text messages from the old lady's servants, which were polite greetings and used honorifics.

Just passing by an intersection, Shen Xinglan stopped, pondered for a while, and politely thanked him, telling him that everything was fine.

Seeing him so orderly, 96 felt a kind of relief from an old father: "My son has grown up."

"You're welcome," Shen Xinglan smiled, "Dad will always be your dad."

Knowing that he won't be able to take advantage of the chatter, 96 wisely changed the subject: "I just went to a meeting, and I may be busy in the next period of time."

The traffic light on the opposite side changed color, Shen Xinglan raised his foot and walked to the opposite side without asking further: "Okay."

The fading lights fluctuated in the sea of ​​night, like countless stars, walking across the zebra crossing, a certain inadvertent Shen Xinglan recalled He Qingcheng's words again.

Although He Qingcheng has been generally following the plot line, sometimes it will give Shen Xinglan a sense of disobedience.

He asked abruptly, "Apart from me, will there be a second traveler in the mission world?"

"Huh?" 96 said without hesitation, "How is it possible, no matter what kind of task it is, the standard configuration is one host and one system."

After a pause, it added, "It's life-threatening, except for cases where the difficulty factor is particularly high, but in that case, they will know each other before entering the world."

So far, there are no more than ten mission worlds that allow two people to enter at the same time, and the ratings are extremely high.

The breeze brushed the broken hair in front of Shen Xinglan's eyes, he stopped in place for a while, his eyes narrowed, he has a pair of beautiful eyes, every time he thinks deeply, he looks like a sly fox.

Fearing that something would happen when he left, 96 hurriedly rewinds the tape to watch the video: "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

Before conclusive evidence, Shen Xinglan would not make an assertion, let alone a wild guess, he shook his head and said nothing.

A videotape starts playing, recording everything from 96's departure.

After eating with Song Xu, Song Xu went to the bathroom to settle the bill, and at this moment He Qingcheng came over.

He fiercely accused Shen Xinglan of not knowing how to let his younger brother go, and the scene was very noisy and chaotic.

Shen Xinglan calmed the other party's emotions, and took him to another room to talk.

While chatting, He Qingcheng calmed down, and when he left, he forcefully asked Shen Xinglan not to share with the garbage disposal partner, and to separate quickly, the He family couldn't afford to lose this person.

What happened within an hour was quickly passed in front of 96.

No problems were found in 96, the plot line was developing according to the established track, and He Qingcheng's reaction was also reasonable, which was very in line with his brainless cannon fodder design.

At this point, it was completely relieved and began to think about other things.

Can X catch it?Who will be the commissioner sent to their world?

Shen Xinglan chose to go home tonight, and he was about to participate in the competition, so he had to make preparations in advance.

As soon as the evening self-study was over, He Yu, He Shengyuan, and He Qingcheng were all taken home by the driver. Shen Xinglan wandered outside for a while, so it was a little late to go home.

As soon as he entered the house, Shen Xinglan noticed that the atmosphere was not right. The magnificent living room was brightly lit and incense was burning in the corner, but the whole house was very quiet and lifeless.

Mother He was sitting on the imperial concubine's couch, with her hands resting on her forehead, and the skirt of her long silk skirt fell to the ground. She raised her legs, with sandals hanging on her toes, and remained motionless.

The movement of Shen Xinglan entering the door caused her to raise her eyelids, the corners of her lips were flat and straight, and there was no trace of a curve: "You still know how to come back?"

Her tone was very light, and she couldn't hear any reproach. When those eyes looked over, it gave off an unconscious sense of tension.

Shen Xinglan stopped after changing his shoes, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw three other people eating supper around a table not far away. Even when they heard him come back, no one came to say hello, only He Shengyuan quickly glanced over here.

Obviously, mother He is sitting here just to wait for him.

The tempered glass door closed spontaneously behind him, and the whole living room was divided into two sides. Mother He was sitting there, and Shen Xinglan was standing a few steps away.

The young man's back is thin and thin, and the pure white short sleeves look loose on his body. His eyebrows and eyes are drooping, and the smooth line of the jaw is drawn into the neckline of the short sleeves along the collarbone.

Shen Xinglan's thin lips parted slightly: "Then I'm leaving?"

As if igniting an invisible lead silently, He Mu's eyes darkened, and her voice became colder: "Come when you want, leave when you want, what do you think of this place?"

He Shengyuan couldn't sit still at the dining table, his buttocks looked like thorns, and he stretched his neck to look into the living room.

With a sound of "wow", Shen Xinglan threw the schoolbag in his hand to the side. The empty schoolbag didn't contain anything, and it fell to the ground like a deflated balloon.

He raised the corners of his lips, with sarcasm in his eyes, seemingly serious, but in fact he was not stingy: "Then what do you want from me?"

The atmosphere in the living room dropped to freezing point in an instant, and even the sporadic sound of moving dishes and chopsticks on the dining table disappeared. Since He Ningheng died, no one in the He family should have dared to speak like this.

Mother He was so angry that her head was buzzing, and her blood was constantly surging. She stood up from the sofa, her voice was tight and restrained: "Do you still recognize me as a mother?"

The crystal lamp cast her shadow on the ground, one step away from Shen Xinglan, it seemed very close, yet seemed far away.

Shen Xinglan's hands were hanging by the side of his trousers, and he couldn't help feeling sore in his heart. It was an instinctive reaction from this body.

He stood upright, his skin was so white that it was almost transparent under the light, but his hair and pupils were black. After a few seconds of silence, he said flatly, "Then I have to ask if you consider me your son."

These words can be regarded as tearing the last paper window, blasting the source of the contradiction between the two in the most direct way, and the result of its igniting is completely immeasurable.

There was only a sound of "clang", and the fragments exploded at Shen Xinglan's feet, and the long-haired carpet was covered with glass shards.

The nutrient solution in the vase flowed out and meandered into the carpet, turning the area into a dark color.

He Shengyuan couldn't bear it anymore, stood up awkwardly, and shouted: "Mom!"

On the opposite side of the dining table, He Yu held the chopsticks with a dull expression, as if she was frightened.

But here, Mother He's expression was cold, she clutched the shawl, her body trembling imperceptibly.

She is a person with very low emotions, and she hasn't lost control for many years. For people in their position, violence is the lowest way to deal with it, but the behavior just now was her first reaction.

She felt it was ridiculous, so she took a step closer, and her voice was so shrill that it changed its tone: "He Shu, why am I sorry for you?"

Where are you sorry?

Over and over again, it echoed in Shen Xinglan's mind, deafening.

From He Shu's memory, He's mother was very kind to him at first, like all mothers in the world, singing him lullabies and helping him learn to walk.

She is gentle, bright, intelligent and wise, and greets him with the greatest enthusiasm.

Those warm florescent fragments quickly slipped from the fingers, and from that day on, everything changed.

She began to avoid seeing him intentionally or unintentionally, and her attitude towards him gradually became colder, and she frowned when she saw him despite her smiling face.

The greenhouse will grow soft and bright flowers, and the cold room will only grow flowers that wither before opening. She may not have noticed that her changes have planted closed and sensitive thorns in Xiao He Shu's heart.

This thorn was unnoticed at the beginning, but over time, it would grow into a huge monster standing behind He Shu, making him move forward with a heavy load.

—Is he not good enough?Is it his fault?Was he not working hard enough to satisfy her?

For countless late nights, he asked himself questions, but there was no answer.

The memory vortex was like a torrent, Shen Xinglan was dizzy before his eyes, and he had to work hard to stabilize his mind.

These intense and fiery emotions staying in the original owner's body were like magma, which was very strange to Shen Xinglan.

Although unfamiliar, it did not affect his performance.

Compared with mother He who was agitated and staring in cold eyes, the young man looked extraordinarily calm.

There were bursts of severe pain in his calf, which made him a little unsteady, but no effect could be seen from the outside. He pursed his lower lip, raised his head, and looked directly at the person in front of him.

"If you're really not sorry," he just looked at her motionlessly, with unwavering eyes, as if he wanted to look straight into her heart, "then why are you guilty?"

Mother He's pupils shrank for a moment, she had never been seen by him like that before, at that moment she thought that the deepest secret in her heart, which was about to be brought into the soil by her, had already been discovered by the other party.

Her heart was beating fast, and the gaze of the three children behind her was like a gleam, causing panic-like emotions to flash across her face, and she could only hold the skirt around her tightly to maintain her composure.

"I don't understand what you're talking about." She didn't dare to admit that she was defeated in front of a 17-year-old boy, so she could only tilt her head hastily and said coldly, "You should reflect on what happened today. Don't come back."

Shen Xinglan didn't say a word, and bent down to pick up the schoolbag that had fallen by the sofa.

Just at this moment, there was a commotion in the kitchen, the sliding door opened, and the aunt came out with a porcelain plate: "The milk is ready."

When she raised her eyes and saw Shen Xinglan standing in the living room, she groaned, stopped in her footsteps, and said hesitantly, "Third Young Master, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were coming back tonight..."

There were only three cups of milk on the porcelain plate, and there was no share for He Shu at all.

Mother He turned around and waved her hands lightly, "Come here today, you have to go to school tomorrow."

She seemed very tired, and the sound of footsteps going upstairs soon died away.

Seeing He's mother leave, He Shengyuan hurried over, and he scolded: "How could you talk to Mom like that just now?"

Shen Xinglan couldn't control himself, and staggered. He held on to the armrest of the sofa, and a streak of red flowed out of his numb legs, which was very dazzling.

"I'm sorry," Shen Xinglan lowered his head and said softly, "It's my fault."

He Shengyuan looked down and saw that he was injured, and there were still fragments at his feet. When he heard his powerless voice, he lost all emotions in an instant.

"You're injured, I'll get you some disinfectant." He Shengyuan hurriedly turned around to look for the medicine box.

Shen Xinglan shook her head: "No need, I want to rest now."

He glanced at the dining table, he couldn't eat this supper at all, He couldn't sit or stand with the expression of a fish stuck in his throat.

He Qingcheng sat in the corner, the light and shadow intertwined, and he couldn't see his expression clearly.

He didn't care about them any more, went upstairs, He Shengyuan kept shouting from behind, he ignored it.

After returning to the room, Shen Xinglan did not turn on the light, and pressed his back against the door.

The darkness was like the tide, just as dark as the day he saw in He Shu's memory.

At twilight, the five-year-old little He Shu was playing Lego outside the house. He wanted to be Optimus Prime, but he almost succeeded.

He was very happy that day and couldn't wait to share his happiness with his mother.

Finally, when the last ray of light disappears on the horizon, he completes the work.

Little He Shu held the work, and walked quickly with his short legs. After asking the housekeeper where his mother was going, he happily walked towards the gate.

Before reaching the door, he stopped in confusion.

The pure black Maybach was parked on the side of the road. Through the open door, he saw his mother sitting in the passenger seat and a man in the main driver, whose face could not be seen clearly.

He has a clear jawline, wears a vest shirt, has a refined temperament, and leans slightly to help the young and beautiful mother He pick up the broken hair and put it behind the ears.

Mother He sat upright, with her hands on her sides, as if she wanted to say something, but she stopped talking.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, and immediately turned her head to meet Xiao Heshu's eyes not far away.

Night fell at this moment, the darkness swallowed the last ray of light, and everyone hid in the darkness.

……

Shen Xinglan's eyes were closed tightly, and the sound of breathing was inaudible.

He Shu had never thought about that direction, and after a long time, this trivial matter was gradually forgotten.

As an outsider, he could see clearly.

96 couldn't help being silent: "You have maintained a good relationship with everyone else, but you have to tear yourself apart with her, isn't it a bit..."

It didn't finish this sentence, and maybe it didn't even think about whether it was appropriate or not.

It's just because before Shen Xinglan, all the hosts were trying their best to please He's mother, and never thought of completing the task in this way.

With her hands behind her back, Shen Xinglan could clearly feel the blood flowing down her legs and solidifying slowly in the dark environment where she couldn't see anything.

He said lightly: "She doesn't deserve it."

If you have to go back, the roots of all tragedies have been buried since that day.

He Shu didn't die at the age of 17, he died at the age of five.