You've never seen such a righteous villain [Transmigration Book]

This is a room filled with white.

Mo Chenyuan hugged Lu Jing, and the child in his arms burrowed a little into his arms as if he couldn't stand the coldness in the room.

The amazing thing is that there is another kid who is exactly like him in the room.

Mo Chenyuan patted Lu Jing's back lightly, and said to Lu Qianchuan who was standing behind him: "These are all his memories?"

Lu Qianchuan said "hmm": "Everything in front of you is an illusion in the sea of ​​consciousness, don't indulge."

Hearing such a kind reminder from his mouth, Mo Chenyuan was quite surprised, and glanced behind him calmly.

Lu Qianchuan was expressionless: "Don't get me wrong, I don't want you to stay and disgust me."

While speaking, the picture in front of him began to flash.

Mo Chenyuan glanced at their strange clothes, and finally fixed his gaze on the kid who sat up from the bed.

There was a circle of people standing around him, and under his bewildered gaze, they chatted in low voices with pity and pity.

Lu Jing listened in a daze, skipping over those profound nouns and incomprehensible terms, he heard a nurse asking: "Is he all right?"

The doctor said: "The adults took the child under his protection. One was already dead when he was delivered, and the other... was not rescued, so he was the only one left."

In the midst of sympathetic lamentation, he seemed to see the dazzling headlights of the oncoming truck again, and the sharp sound of brakes pierced through his ears and pierced into his heart.Lu Jing slowly opened his eyes wide, tears pouring out uncontrollably.

Mo Chenyuan tightly hugged Xiaotuanzi in his arms, and gently kissed the red eyes.

The picture flashed, Xiaotuanzi was led home by a woman, and he heard Lu Jing call that woman sister-in-law.

The scenery around them also changed.The towering buildings are much shorter, the streets are narrower, and the number of spirit weapons galloping on them is correspondingly reduced, and the layout of the rooms looks a bit cruder.

Besides Lu Jing, there are two little girls at home, they called Lu Jing cousin, and ran into their room together, ignoring him.

The woman was a little embarrassed, told him not to mind, and went into the kitchen to start working.

Lu Jing obediently followed behind her to help.

He was smart since he was a child, and even though he didn't understand what it meant to "stay under the fence" at this time, he seemed to be able to judge what he should do and what he should not do.

When his little uncle came home from get off work, he didn't say much about the addition of such a diner to the family. After welcoming him politely, he didn't pay much attention to him.

At night, Lu Jing lay on the bed tossing and turning, his face stepped into the pillow, pretending not to feel the instant moisture on the pillow.

The soundproofing of the house was not very good, and he could clearly hear an argument coming from another room.

The little uncle said: "You forget that when you left with me, what did your parents say? They didn't recognize you as a daughter long ago, and you are still rushing to raise a grandson for them?"

There was a bit of crying in the sister-in-law's words: "My parents have been away for a few years, how many times have I gone back to see them? My brother and sister-in-law are gone, and I won't bring him back. Do you still want him to go to the street to pick up food? "

Lu Jing picked up the pillow and pressed it to his ears, tears streaming down his face.

The little uncle didn't say anything in front of him, and the quarrel that day seemed to be just his illusion.The man went out of his way to run errands for him and put him in the local elementary school.

Then, from elementary school to junior high school, his achievements have always been the pride of my sister-in-law's family.

His parents are both university teachers. He grew up in a school with a strong cultural background and was very talented. After moving to this small county with a relatively backward culture and education, he seemed to stand out from the crowd.

He is getting better and better, but also more and more withdrawn.

The accident happened during the summer vacation after the high school entrance examination.

He was successfully admitted to the best high school with the best grades in the county. Tuition and books are all free, because he is far away from home and needs accommodation. The family only needs to give him a little accommodation and living expenses every month.

The timid sister-in-law stammered and told him that it might be difficult for them to give him enough financial support.

Both cousins ​​have to go to junior high school, one in the third year and the other in the first year, and their grades are not very good.He had been tutoring his cousin's homework before, but high school needed accommodation, and he could no longer spare time every day to teach them homework.

My uncle wants to hire tutors for the two children, which is a lot of expenses. What's more, my sister-in-law is pregnant.

Lu Jing nodded obediently: "I can apply for the school's student loan."

The student loans need to be paid off after graduation, and they didn't mention who will pay it off at that time-they all know it well.

As for the inheritance of his parents, he didn't understand it when he was a child, and after a few years of ignorance, he gradually realized that it should be a large amount when he grew up.

Where did the money go?The sister-in-law's family never told him.

He didn't ask either.

Mo Chenyuan watched the young boy grow taller and taller, like a green bamboo in spring, growing clearer and clearer, and becoming more and more indifferent.

He put on an inaccessible shell for himself. Apart from studying every day, he was writing, and his interpersonal skills were about to drop to a negative value.

Perhaps the more lonely a person is, the easier it is to find a way out in the field of literature.He tried contributing to magazines and newspapers, and by the time he graduated from high school, he had saved enough to pay off his student loans.

The child in his arms no longer cried, but calmly watched what happened before him, as indifferent as an outsider.

Mo Chenyuan put him firmly on the ground, and knelt down on one knee, looking directly into the child's bright black eyes.

"You are great." Mo Chenyuan said.

The child bent his eyes and smiled, his big eyes blinked and were filled with little stars.

He stretched out his small hand, hugged Mo Chenyuan, and kissed him heavily on the side of his face.

The picture in memory continues.

Unsurprisingly, Lu Jing was admitted to the best university in the country with the best grades in the city. He was studying and writing part-time at the same time. After the first academic year, he was already a well-known writer on Dianwen Wenxue.com.

He is still lonely, but he has created a ray of sunshine in the lonely Iceland.Study, career, friendship, all the things he expects to blossom and bear fruit in this fertile cultural soil, the young boy who is always gloomy and cold learns to put away his sharp edges and corners, and embraces his new life with a more gentle and tolerant attitude.

Mo Chenyuan finally saw the familiar smile on his face.

That person cut off the thorns, broke through the shackles, and went upstream in the rushing water, and finally polished it into the most moist and warm appearance.

"He seems to like that world very much." Lu Qianchuan said suddenly.

Mo Chenyuan did not answer.

"Looks like" is a very psychedelic word, what looks like is often not true.

Lu Jing still chose to write after graduating with a master's degree. At that time, he had become one of the website's top writers.He loves the characters he writes, and every book he writes, but he doesn't love himself very much.

The car accident that year was not completely harmless to him. At that time, his injury was in the heart.

The older you get, the more obvious the pain on the heart.He can write [-] to [-] words all night long by hand copying the keyboard, and he can also tremble with heartache throughout the day.

Until the last time I stayed up late, the cigarette in my hand fell on the desk, burning a black scorched mark.

With a plop, Lu Jing fell from the chair, without any struggle or panic, as if he had waited for this day for a long time, he closed his eyes naturally.

At this point, the memories came to an abrupt end.

Mo Chenyuan's complexion was ugly.

Lu Qianchuan bent down, gently rubbed Xiao Lujing's head, and said in a calm tone, "He has changed a lot."

Mo Chenyuan: "Yes."

He lowered his eyes, his eyes dim and unclear: "You are Lu Qianchuan."

"Yes."

"In his book, there is a person named Lu Qianchuan."

"Yes," Lu Qianchuan smiled inexplicably, "there is another person named Mo Chenyuan."

One book, two people.

One is indifferent and withdrawn, and never bothers to go with the world; the other is arrogant and unrestrained, never sticking to the rules of the world.

They have never smoothed their edges and corners, and they have lived so awe-inspiring and presumptuous from the beginning to the end.

Lu Qianchuan raised his head, the sky was blue and high, so clear that it seemed to reflect his shadow.

He said slowly: "When I was able to walk into the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, I guessed that he would definitely fall in love with you uncontrollably."

Because you are what he is most ideal, most looking forward to, and most wants to be.

Mo Chenyuan clenched his fists: "I'm different from the Mo Chenyuan in his memory..."

A mysterious and strange smile suddenly spread on the face carved from ice and snow, Lu Qianchuan said: "Do you want to know which Mo Chenyuan is more important?"