[Quick Transmigration] Running straight on the road to death

Chapter 2

Fu Si was overwhelmed with surprise, and jumped down from the window on the third floor with the insulation box in his hand. From a distance of more than ten meters, he was like a normal person, and he rushed towards the river without any hindrance. The master guarded behind him, not allowing him to approach.

"It's nothing, let him come over." Jiang Wuyan waved them away and faced Fu Si. With two flesh, the facial features are very prominent. At first glance, it may feel a little scary, but the eyes are piercing, like two dazzling lights, and the worship in the eyes cannot be hidden.

Jiang Wuyan was unconsciously burned by these eyes, he subconsciously avoided, but his hand was suddenly held by the young man.

"Sir, I have always wanted to thank you. You saved us!" The temperature of Fu Si's palm was very high, while Mr. Jiang's fingertips were icy cold due to excessive blood loss and damage to his vitality, forming a sharp contrast.Jiang Wuyan didn't know how to answer him, but only used his eyes to signal the bodyguard not to stop him.

Fu Si could talk without him answering. First, he looked back excitedly at Mr. Jiang's heroic appearance when he rescued him, then solemnly expressed his gratitude for being saved, and finally expressed his righteous words and enthusiasm that he would have to do it all his life. To learn from the teacher, we must strive for the goal of the teacher for a lifetime.

During this period, he didn't let go of his hand, and Jiang Wuyan's head hurt from what he said. Seeing his strange expression, the bodyguard quickly separated the two of them, and stopped Fu Si from the wall.

He didn't give up even when he was stopped, he didn't want to let go of his husband's hand, he just looked at him with tears in his eyes.

"I was injured, so I can't accept too violent physical actions." Jiang Wuyan explained.

Fu Si became anxious for a moment, "It's my fault, it's all my fault, sir, take good care of your illness." He remembered the heat preservation box that came down with him, and quickly showed it to Jiang Wuyan, "It's my own stewed hoof Flower soup, I’ve been up all night, I’ll make an extra serving every day to give you, sir, drink some to nourish your body.”

Inexplicable food, what to do if you are poisoned.The bodyguard wanted to stop him again, but was pushed away by Mr. Jiang, "Put it there, I'll finish my walk later, and ask the doctor before drinking."

Fu Si nodded repeatedly, screwed the lid back on, and heard Mr. Jiang say again, "If you're fine, walk with me."

How could the little fans not follow the invitation from the idol?Fu Si agreed with excitement, and with Jiang Wuyan's tacit approval, he helped him to walk in the garden in the evening.

Time passed quickly, at least in Fu Si's view, he didn't say a few words, and the short meeting time was over, and he was still reluctant to leave Mr. Jiang when he sent him back. Fortunately, Jiang Wuyan said goodbye to him and took him away. His thermal box said before, "Your box, I will return it to you after I finish drinking." This set the opportunity for the next contact.

After Fu Si left, Jiang Wuyan rubbed his forehead in a rare way behind him. According to the reliable information provided by the system, this young boy's family environment is very difficult, and he depends on his mother for life. His life experience from childhood to adulthood is "miserable" Words can sum it up, and I have hardly encountered any good things. I didn't expect such a lively character who can speak well.

[Jiang Wuyan: Is he really not a split personality or mentally ill? 】

[System: Absolutely not, I'm sure. 】

[Jiang Wuyan: That's really a miracle, how did it thrive? 】

[System: I don't know, let's be optimistic. 】

...to borrow your good words.

Jiang Wuyan didn't really believe it at the beginning. Whether a child who grew up in an unhealthy environment can survive is a question, and his mind is still so sunny and positive, which is simply a wonderful flower.But soon he discovered that Fu Si was this wonderful flower.

That day he went to Fu Si's mother's ward to deliver a clean incubator. The young Fu Si was sitting on the bed, singing with the patients and relatives. From "Little Lucky" to "Azalea" Jiang Wuyan stood at the door of the room for a long time, They didn't go in to return the things until they stopped singing. Fu Si was very excited when he saw him coming, and even started to sing with him. Jiang Wuyan was so scared that he found an excuse and went back.

It was Fu Si who sent him back home, and he left with peace of mind after seeing him lying down well.

Later, in order to verify the authenticity of this optimistic personality, Jiang Wuyan excused that the soup made by Fu Si was delicious. With a sunny face, he either sang or played games in the ward, making the patients very happy. At this point, Jiang Wuyan had to admit that

【Either he hides deeply, or his brain is broken. 】

[System: Tell me something human, he is so optimistic and easy to take care of, don't you feel happy? 】

【Jiang Wuyan: I'm happy, I'm really happy, but I'm the worst at dealing with people like this, I really can't take them with me, what should I do? 】

[System: Do you think he is too noisy or too noisy?The gangsters are so lifeless, it is still necessary to find fresh blood to change the environment. 】

[Jiang Wuyan: Then it becomes a charity enterprise that giggles and giggles every day, waiting for money? 】

[System: Don't think so, in fact, his days are numbered, so cherish it]

Jiang Wuyan froze for a moment, and said directly, "What do you mean?"

There was no one else in the room, and the system said [Mom's lung cancer is terminal, she is dying, and she has been hiding it from him, but her condition will suddenly deteriorate in the past few days, and their family can't afford money, so they can only wait to die. 】

His mother has always been Fu Si's spiritual support. When Jiang Wuyan saw him last time, that woman was still full of anger and playing tricks by grabbing cards. She said she was going to die, and she really couldn't react.

[Jiang Wuyan: Will he definitely die?Can I save him? 】

[System: I don't care what you do, as long as you complete the task. 】

That's it.

Jiang Wuyan looked down the corridor, and there was a young man in the flower bed downstairs waving at him. Although the distance was high and far away, Jiang Wuyan could still see clearly that it was Fu Si.

He raised his hand to signal that he had seen it, and the boy cheered, his expression on the spot excited, and he danced and danced like he was about to jump.

Even if the leader is sick, he can't take a long vacation. This time, it's a special situation. Apart from important matters, the gang didn't dare to hand over any work problems to Mr. Jiang for a month. But this is obviously not a long-term solution, Jiang Wuyan After asking the system about the exact time of Fu Si's mother's accident, he set his discharge date as the next day, and waited for the opportunity.

[The system doesn't understand: why didn't you directly propose to raise him?If you want to raise him, he won't say anything. 】

[Jiang Wuyan: Young people need to go through wind and rain to understand the hard-won life. It's time to understand something. I want to help out now, take him home to learn to sing? 】

[System: It's the same for your next gang, and you won't really let him taste the cruelty of life. Why? 】

[Jiang Wuyan: I don't want to work, and I don't want to take care of my children. 】

I have never seen a system with a more Buddhist host fail, and I am silently angry at this person's lazy work.

August is a month full of surprises for Fu Si. At the beginning of the month, he talked and took a walk with his savior, Mr. Jiang. In the middle of the month, he was very friendly with the patients in his mother's ward. It is more than half of the month When he was working part-time, his salary was increased by [-], and the leader asked him to work hard, so he could get more in the future.

Before the end of the month comes, Fu Si thinks that he is living a good life, with hope and hope, which always makes him full of energy and excitement. Of course, this is all before the end of the month.

It rained heavily that day, and Fu Si still remembers that the rain made the window glass into crepe paper, and the thunder was loud. Holding his mother's critical illness notice in his hand, he stood in the attending doctor's office for half an hour.

During that half hour, he thought a lot and did a lot of ideological work, but his hands were shaking all the time, and he couldn't hold a pen or write his name.

The doctors and nurses in the office talked a lot, and they came out every few minutes. Some advised, "Don't treat it, there is no way, it will drag you down by then." Some said, "Do you want to stop trying?"

All of them were reasonable, and Fu Si couldn't listen to any of them.

It's like a dream, like a nightmare that you can't wake up from.

Well, in the end, Fu Si thought optimistically: To cure the disease, if my mother can't live, then I won't live. Anyway, the person who was the best to me has left this world, and nothing else matters.

Thinking this way, his mentality gradually improved, but his hands were still shaking, and he didn't know how to write.

Just when Fu Si couldn't even hold the pen, a pair of thick and slender hands passed around his shoulders behind him, holding the trembling hand.

Jiang Wuyan leaned next to the boy and said, "Calm down, don't worry."

As if some kind of strange power came from the back of his hand, Fu Si turned around and wanted to say something, but after calling "Mr. Jiang", he couldn't say anything.

His throat was clogged with crying, and he was about to reveal his stuff when he opened his mouth, which was really unsightly.

"It's okay, I can help you." Jiang Wuyan supported his shoulders, "I can help you if there is any difficulty."

On the day he was discharged from the hospital, the special car that came to pick up Jiang Wuyan picked up an extra child from the hospital. He sat side by side with his husband in the back row and seemed to be able to speak well. The driver sometimes looked through the mirror and could see Mr. Jiang's happy expression.

[System: Mr. Jiang, you seem to be very happy. I think you like this child very much, don't you?Such a nice chat. 】

[Jiang Wuyan: I pretended. 】

[System: Don't fool me, I have data that can monitor your pleasure value through heart rate, it shows that you are indeed very happy. 】

【Jiang Wuyan: ...Oh】

Getting help from the person he admired the most is the happiest thing for Fu Si, and his mother's medical expenses have also been settled, but the exhaustion of the past few days has piled up together, no matter how excited and chatting, he has no energy. Halfway through the talk, I gradually felt sleepy and fell asleep.

The boy slept deeply, Jiang Wuyan cushioned him with a pillow, covered him with a quilt, and didn't wake up. From the look on his face, he thought he was having some kind of good dream. He muttered to himself in his sleep, and when he got close to listen, he was calling for Mr.

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