The whole world thought I was a victim of [Quick Transmigration]

"What an interesting opening line."

Mother Yan put down the kettle with a smile and poured tea for them one by one with an elegant gesture.

Jiang Mian also turned her head to suppress a smile, and then Yan Ling squeezed her waist forcefully with her lips pressed together.

The strong and mellow tea fragrance is lingering, floating with the water mist.

At least the atmosphere is no longer as frozen as before.

"Xiao Ling, Mom knows what you mean by coming this time." Mother Yan stroked the prayer beads on her wrist, and said slowly, "You have always been a good boy, and Mom will always be proud of you."

"is it?"

The deep red tea soup was dazzlingly set off by the fine milky white glazed porcelain. Yan Ling picked up the cup and took a sip slowly.

"You should decide what kind of life you want," Mother Yan sighed softly, "Xiao Ling, you are not wrong or sick, it's your mother's problem. When you were young, you actually liked to laugh a lot. It's me and your dad's pistachios, but I ruined them all..."

Yan Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, took Jiang Mian's hand, and stroked his soft fingertips: "There is no need to say whether it will be destroyed or not, no matter what my personality was before, only the current me can make the Yan Group more powerful. good."

Yan Ling also said these words to himself.He already has the life he wants, and he should no longer hate and doubt himself.

If he had been weak and naive, the Yan Group might have fallen into the hands of others long ago, then Jiang Chengwei would never have fulfilled his marriage contract, and he would never have had the chance to meet Jiang Mian... Not to mention, how could he have the ability to pamper him now? How can this wicked omega let Jiang Mian do whatever he wants?

"As long as you can live happily and contentedly, mother is satisfied. But my fault, even I can't forgive myself," Yanmu said softly, brushing up the broken hair by her ears, and there are some faint silver strands on her temples, "Mom Knowing that the damage that has been done, no matter how it is repaired, it will not be completely healed... I have no right to force a second chance to be a mother, I just hope you can understand, Xiao Ling, you have never missed anything. "

"Well, I understand." Yan Ling responded in a low voice, but did not have the slightest intention of comforting or refuting.

She refilled the teacup, her eyes flushed slightly: "I have committed too many sins in this life. Even if I spend the rest of my life introspecting and atoneting in front of the Buddha, I will not be able to redeem it. Maybe my mother will be thrown into the animal in the next life, the next life." Dao, you won't have an incompetent mother like me again."

"...You don't need to say that," Yan Ling stared deeply at the fine lines in the corners of her eyes, was silent for a while, and sighed imperceptibly, "A few days ago, the Luo family gave me a jade Buddha statue, do you need it? "

"Let housekeeper Xu bring it over, you don't have to meet me in person...Xiao Ling, I won't disturb your life anymore," Mother Yan picked up the handkerchief and pressed the corners of her eyes, looking at Jiang Mian, who was extraordinarily quiet and well-behaved at the moment, "I'm relieved to have this child with you."

After finishing speaking, she couldn't help but smile and added: "Jiang Mian is a good boy, mother can tell. Don't bully him too hard."

"Thank you mom." Jiang Mian said obediently.

Mother Yan's smile deepened, and her tone was soft and gentle: "Hey, good boy."

"Understood." Yan Ling rubbed Jiang Mian's hair, paused, did not tell the truth, "You...remember to take your medicine properly."

He couldn't get along with his mother like a normal relative, but at least Jiang Mian could do it.

Afterwards, Yan Ling took Jiang Mian to the attic together.

It looks very different from what it used to be.

The opaque black and brown wood panels have been completely removed and replaced with clean whitewashed walls, warm wallpaper and a small, warm fireplace.

"The door lock has also been removed." Jiang Mian pressed the doorknob and found that it was loose.As long as the wind is a little stronger, it can be easily blown away.

The sun was shining through the glass windows.

Yan Ling didn't know when his mother remodeled the attic, but he stood by the fireplace for a long time, but he no longer felt the slightest bit of fear.

This place can no longer trap him.

And the room he lived in when he was a child was completely different from what he had been back then.

Yan Ling almost thought that he had gone to the wrong place.

Jiang Mian tiptoed to touch the dream catcher that was swaying in the wind, her eyes shone slightly: "It's so beautiful."

"It wasn't like this before. This place was... similar to the bedroom when you first came to my house." Yan Ling recalled.

It's cold and dark, without any frills or toys.

His only entertainment is probably only reading tomes of literary classics.

"……I see."

Jiang Mian turned around, raised her head and kissed the corner of Yan Ling's lips reassuringly.

No wonder his house looked dead.

When people get used to living in such an environment for a long time, it is really difficult to take the initiative to make changes, and they may not even realize that they have more choices... until Jiang Mian broke in wearing a cartoon-printed T-shirt. All kinds of plush dolls were forced to be added.

It is not only a touch of bright color in the room, but also gradually becomes a touch of bright color in life.

Yan Ling kissed Jiang Mian's brow lightly, picked up the car model that seemed to be randomly placed by the window, thoughtfully: "Maybe, my mother didn't really put it down."

"Maybe it's just because you have so few chances to meet each other, and she wanted to make up for it but couldn't find a way, so she had to use this method...to make herself more at ease," Jiang Mian gently clasped fingers with Yan Ling, and said warmly, "But Yan Ling Ling, you are the one who gets hurt, and your thoughts are the most important."

"Yeah," Yan Ling put down the model, looked down at Jiang Mian's soft gaze, feeling warm in his heart, "Mian Mian, you are really good today."

"Of course, I've always been very good."

Yan Ling: "..."

"Husband, don't keep talking," Jiang Mian shook his hand, and said shamelessly, "Am I very caring and cute?"

Yan Ling gave a low laugh helplessly, raised his hand to pinch Jiang Mian's face: "Yes, yes."

Then he suddenly realized that this was the first time he smiled today.

After bidding farewell to Yan's mother, Jiang Mian took Yan Ling to the lake.

He had wanted to come here with Yan Ling for a long time, so that Yan Ling could be freed from his busy work and take a look at the scenery quietly.

Jiang Mian chose a clean big stone, sat down cross-legged, and leaned her head on Yan Ling's shoulder.

Then he picked up some small stones and slowly threw them towards the center of the lake, watching the calm lake surface with layers of waves.

"Thank you." After a long silence, Yan Ling said suddenly.

"Huh?" Jiang Mian rubbed his neck.

"For so many years, I haven't had the courage to step into those places... In fact, the attic is not terrible. All my fears come from the heart." Yan Ling rubbed Jiang Mian's head and looked into the distance. "I'm just trapped by memories. It’s stuck, it just needs to be pushed gently.”

Today he will return to the old house, not so much because he wants to reconcile with his mother, but rather because he is reconciling with his past self.

"When encountering such a thing, no matter who you are, you will feel fear." Jiang Mian raised her head and kissed Yan Ling's ear, with an indistinct emotion flashing in her eyes, "I can't help you. Haunting you, praising you...Yan Ling, you are really brave."

In this world, there are still countless people who will be shrouded in the shadow of the attic for life, unable to escape.In Jiang Mian's eyes, being willing to take the initiative to face the past and speak out about her fears is already very remarkable.

Because Jiang Mian couldn't do it himself.

"Knowing that you are still willing to stay with me has given me enough courage." Yan Ling said seriously.

Hearing this, Jiang Mian laughed softly: "Wow...husband, so you can say such sweet and greasy words, I really like it."

Yan Ling relaxed his brows and smiled along with him: "Can't you?"

"Say a few more words!"

"What else do you want to hear?"

"Well, I want to hear you say that you like me, you like me so much." Jiang Mian said coquettishly.

Yan Ling, who had never said such love words, pressed his brows with difficulty: "...I like you so much."

Jiang Mian bent her eyes in satisfaction, and whispered in his ear, "Me too."

Yan Ling was slightly startled when he heard that.

[Di——[Prevent the villain Yan Ling from destroying the small world], the mission is successful.Mission completion: 100%.Bonus points: 500000.Do you need to stay longer?Remaining time: one day and six hours, the countdown begins. 】

The abrupt and stiff system prompt sound really ruined the atmosphere.

"...Stay," Jiang Mian asked in silence for a while, playing with the small stone in his hand, "Can you tell me now, how many points are needed to take Yan Ling away?"

[Di——query failed, no permission to access. 】

"Crack-"

The small rocks were instantly crushed into powder and slid down his fingertips.

"Are you playing with me?" Jiang Mian's smile remained the same, but her expression was unprecedentedly cold.

Yan Ling saw Jiang Mian's abnormality at a glance, and pressed his wrist: "Mianmian, what's wrong?"

"……fine."

Jiang Mian came back to his senses, lowered his head to restrain his increasingly dangerous expression, wiped his hands clean with a wet towel, then pinched Yan Ling's face and rubbed it, and said frantically, "I don't believe it, husband, do you There is a problem!"

"What's the problem?" Yan Ling was at a loss.

"Have you secretly cultivated immortality without telling me, or are you born with magic?"

"Mianmian, this sentence, it's not bad for me to ask you." Yan Ling glanced at the powder left by the small stones speechlessly.

"Forget it, oh... I won't ask any more."

This weird situation made Jiang Mian have to doubt more.

If Yan Ling was just a character in an ordinary book world, it would be impossible for the fast-traveling system not to be able to find specific information.

Then there are only three possibilities: Yan Ling's soul origin has a special mutation, Yan Ling is a superpower who came from other small worlds, and Yan Ling is a colleague with a much higher level of authority than him!

But no matter which one it was, Yan Ling seemed unaware of it.

Jiang Mian hugged Yan Ling's arm and gritted her teeth: "System, I want to buy that expensive cross-world tracker. It's the kind used to locate fugitives. You can buy as expensive as you can."

He wanted to see if Yan Ling would run around by himself after he left.

[Di——The purchase was successful, and a total of 300000 points were spent. ……Good luck. 】

A very small tracker quietly appeared in his palm.

Although most of the mission points were deducted all of a sudden, this is not the most high-end model. It can only locate the small world where the opponent is, but it cannot accurately track the coordinates of the character itself... because Jiang Mian can't afford it.

If I knew it, I would have done the task more seriously, Jiang Mian thought very depressed.

He stood up, pressed the tracker on Yan Ling's gland, and watched it gradually disappear without a trace.

Obviously, Yan Ling didn't feel this at all, but was stiffened by Jiang Mian's pressure for a moment.

"Mianmian, what happened?"

Jiang Mian shook her head, exhaled, and her voice became brisk again: "Husband, shall we have a particularly luxurious meal tonight? Then go home and have a good sleep, you must have enough rest! "

"Okay..." Even though he didn't know what was going on, Yan Ling could still see that Jiang Mian's mood was not right, and he even had a faint premonition of danger.

He couldn't help asking knowingly, "Why do you want me to rest?"

Jiang Mian blinked, and a smile appeared in her amber pupils: "Because in the next day, I want to do a lot of bad things to you. Many, many."

He still put his fingertips on the back of Yan Ling's neck, and exerted a little more force.