[Quick Transmigration] Heartthrob and Cthulhu Love Daily

"Is there any discomfort in your body now?" Jiang Wenhao asked worriedly while sitting by the bed.

Zhitao seemed to be still in a dream, and looked up at him in confusion after hearing this, Jiang Wenhao noticed his expression, so he told him what happened this week.

It was completely different from what Zhitao remembered.

"... probably around the tenth, you suddenly fell into a coma and didn't wake up until now." Jiang Wenhao said.

"No. [-]?" Zhitao repeated with a dazed expression. He remembered that this day was the day when the Patriarch ceremony was held, and he asked suspiciously, "Did Mr. Jiang not pass on the Patriarch to you?"

Jiang Wenhao was very surprised when he heard the words, and asked in puzzlement: "Why do you want me to be the head of the family?"

After a period of understanding, Zhitao discovered the difference in their memories. Their memories before returning to Luohua Town were still the same, but they were different on the tenth day. According to Jiang Wenhao, he did not become the head of the Jiang family. , it is naturally impossible to disappear.

"It's a good thing you're awake, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do." Jiang Wenhao stared at Zhitao affectionately, his eyes full of emotions.

In Zhitao's memory, since Jiang Wenhao disappeared, he hadn't seen his lover for more than a month. When he thought of this, his heart felt as if it was soaked in water. He suppressed his emotions and whispered: "I'm fine."

Even though he said so, Jiang Wenhao still insisted on seeing a doctor. After all, he had been in a coma for a week, so he needed to be checked anyway. He asked Zhitao to rest in the room first, and then got up and went out.

Only then did Zhitao get interested in observing this room, this room was very familiar, it was the bedroom he chose when he lived in Jiang's house in his dream, only with some decorations added.

He passed the wooden carvings from the desk next to the bed, and his hands were still a little heavy. It was a small person holding a flower. The carving was very fine. The smiling face of the child was very vividly depicted, as if it would move in the next second. Childish hands Pressing it on the child's face, I somehow feel that this shape looks familiar.

It was as if he had seen it somewhere, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it after thinking about it for a long time. He held the wooden carving and looked out the window, where he could see dark clouds.

It is estimated that it will rain soon, Zhitao thought to herself listening to the muffled thunder.

Jiang Wenhao came back not long after, followed by a man carrying a big box, Zhitao felt that he looked familiar, so he stared at the man for a long time.

Sitting on the bed, Zhitao frowned, pressed her fingers on her arm, and always felt that she was about to say something, but she didn't know what to say. After a while, she suddenly realized: "You are Sang Luo?"

Sang Luo was walking towards him, nodded upon hearing the words, and said stiffly, "Long time no see."

"Long time no see." Zhitao said, the last time they met was probably in winter, he looked Sang Luo up and down, inexplicably felt that what he wanted to say was not this sentence, as if something was about to pop out of his memory.

But he couldn't remember, Zhitao rubbed his head, cooperated with Sang Luo's examination in a depressed mood, and said vaguely: "I heard that you are not a doctor anymore."

When Zhitao met Sang Luo for the first time, Jiang Wenhao told him about it. Sang Luo's big eyes drooped, and he said gently while arranging the tools in his hand: "It's hard for you to remember."

Zhitao got a different feeling from this sentence, and looked up at him instantly, Sang Luo smiled at the corner of his mouth, and said calmly: "I didn't become a doctor because of some things before, but I became a doctor again later."

Zhitao was very curious about what was going on, but he didn't know Sang Luo very well, so he didn't continue to ask, and could only reply with a lack of interest: "That's it."

Sang Luo smiled even more happily. With his big eyes, he looked like a child who couldn't grow up. After laughing, he said: "You are fine, but you should pay attention to rest recently."

Zhitao nodded, and after Sang Luo left, he held up the wooden carving and asked Jiang Wenhao curiously: "Wenhao, what is this?"

Jiang Wenhao sat on the wooden chair by the table, and after hearing the question, he went to the bed and sat down, then took the wood carving from Zhitao, and said reminiscently: "This is a statue."

Zhitao's eyes then moved to the statues. In his impression, the gods were all in the shape of adults, and he rarely saw child-like gods, so he asked curiously: "Is there such a god?"

Jiang Wenhao brushed the face of the god with his fingertips, stared intently at the smiling face, pondered for a moment and then said: "This is the god we all believe in in Fanhua Town."

Then, he told Zhitao the story about this god. A long time ago, there were twins who were happy.

They were born with extraordinary abilities. The elder brother can revive dead wood and bring the dead back to life, while the younger brother can attract insects and command all things.

The twins solved many disasters for the townspeople, so people respected them very much, until one day the younger brother died in an accident, and the older brother also passed away not long after. To commemorate them, Fanhua Town specially built a temple and statues.

"Under people's devout prayers, the dead twins actually came back to life, but because of..." Jiang Wenhao paused for a while, he continued: "Due to some reasons, he did not come back to life completely, but became Flowers."

When Zhitao heard this, she couldn't help but climbed to the side of Jiang Wenhao, pointed to the flower and asked: "So, this flower is the younger brother of the god?"

Jiang Wenhao stared into his bright eyes, nodded in a trance, and then said sleepwalking: "In order to keep my brother happy, the gods let him live in a dream forever."

It was raining patter outside the window, and the rain drifted in from the open window, bringing a bit of coolness, and Zhitao sneezed coldly, Jiang Wenhao immediately got up and closed the window.

Zhitao touched her nose, still thinking about what Jiang Wenhao said just now, "Why is my brother unhappy?"

Jiang Wenhao closed the window, turned around with a smile and said, "Because my brother is a sensitive child, he always feels that he has brought misfortune to others."

A flower appeared in front of Zhitao's eyes, it only had a few pure white petals, drooping shyly, he thought about that flower, and asked unconsciously, "Because he can command all things?"

"No," Jiang Wenhao shook his head and said softly, "Because he will attract all kinds of insects."

At that time, the plague of locusts was enough to arouse the fear of everyone. Their terrifying sound, which seemed to bite all things, had penetrated into the bones of people, making people terrified.

Jiang Wenhao put the woodcarving back on the table and stared out the window lightly. The impenetrable dark clouds oppressed the sky, as if a person was shouting hysterically.

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A week of coma had little effect on Zhitao, but sometimes his head would swell and ache, just like now, Zhitao stretched out his hand to gently press his temple, and couldn't help sighing softly.

Jiang Wenhao noticed his movements, and stretched out his big hands with well-defined knuckles to help him massage. This action relieved Zhitao's headache a lot, and he closed his eyes with a relaxed expression.

"Why don't you go and call a doctor." Jiang Wenhao's voice flowed over Zhitao's ears like water, making him drowsy, and even after sleeping for so long, he became even more sleepy.

It’s weird.

[Peach, wake up. ]

Zhitao frowned and looked around, he was standing in a temple full of red, and when he turned around, he could see the god statue on the top, its four eyes were staring at him, Zhitao was startled by it , then heard that voice again.

[You are still in a dream, wake up quickly, if you don't wake up, it will be too late. ]

The voice was very small, and Zhi Tao searched for a long time before finding it in the gap of the confinement door. It was a small round flower, which tried hard to squeeze into the door, and the sound came out from the petals.

Zhitao lay down and looked into the flower bud in an awkward posture. Inside was a small human head with closed eyes, still trying to speak with his mouth. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the human head, and shouted: "Wen Hao—— ?”

Zhitao woke up from the dream, Jiang Wenhao was humming, he hummed very nicely, Zhitao yawned and sat up from his arms.

"Are you awake?" Jiang Wenhao smiled at him with his eyes bent.

Zhitao looked at his smile, those memories quickly disappeared again, and stopped when she reached her mouth, and finally said as if lost: "I just had a dream."

He seemed to have said this before, and Zhitao continued in a low mood: "But I forgot what I dreamed about."

Jiang Wenhao held him in his arms and coaxed him gently: "It's okay, it's just a dream."

Just a dream...?

Zhitao pursed her lips, suddenly feeling very sad, but he didn't know what he was sad about, so he could only change the subject and say, "It's been cloudy lately."

"Do you hate cloudy days?" Jiang Wenhao was very close to him, his eyes fixed on him, as if he wanted to get a definite answer from his mouth.

Zhitao nodded.

Jiang Wenhao laughed, "I prefer sunny days, because the sun is so big that you can hide everything."

Zhitao corrected him: "Only cloudy people can hide things conveniently."

Jiang Wenhao just smirked and didn't argue with him.

But it is indeed the same as Zhitao said, the recent days are cloudy and rainy, very dark and cold, sometimes it reminds Zhitao of the confinement room in the orphanage, it is also so dark and cold.

And he will be very hungry. He covered his stomach in a daze, and the round flower bud popped out of his mind again. After a while, he suddenly shook his head with a smile, wondering why he suddenly wanted to eat flowers, even though this kind of flower was everywhere in the town. , it's not like this.

There is no exact name for this flower. The white flowers seem to like dark ones, and they have grown more and more recently. Sometimes Zhitao can see it from the window, but every time he admires it, Jiang Wenhao will simply and rudely call it The flowers are pulled out.

What a pity, Zhitao looked at the big bouquet of flowers he was carrying, and regretfully watched Jiang Wenhao go away. He has been very busy recently, and he didn't know what he was busy with.

Zhitao's temples were swollen and painful again. Due to the rainy weather, he hadn't been out recently. He stood up from the bed muttering: "It's not good to lie down all the time."

"Why don't you go out for a walk," he said as if looking at the closed gate, "I'll go out and have a look."

When pushing the door open, Zhitao suddenly heard a crisp sound of glass, as if something shattered unbearably.

Indeed something has changed.

Red spread quickly from the doorway, burning the hut like a fire, causing it to show its true appearance.

Zhitao froze in place, and slowly turned around to look at the wooden table. The small wooden sculpture turned into a huge statue, watching him condescendingly. He said dryly, "...the temple."

He is still in the temple.