Healing Quick Transmigration: Blackened Male God, Come For a Hug

Gu Li was like a walking dead body. He looked at the nurse who stopped him. There was no temperature in his eyes, and his pale lips moved slightly: "Go away."

The voice was as cold as it came from a deep valley.

The nurse looked into his eyes and immediately retracted his hand.

The boy walked to the window step by step.

The sunlight outside was just right, and the sunlight quietly climbed up the window sill, and then shone through the glass, reflecting the dazzling light. Several beams of light fell on the ground to form an aperture, one of which was shining on the boy's body, making his face whiter. , Close to transparent white.

The doctors by the window also retracted their sights, and when they saw him coming, they all pushed away.

Gu Li walked over, lowered his head, and saw the group of people below.

The bright red blood on the ground meandered all the way to the flower bed next to it.

The white cloth covered the old man's face. The old man who had been taking care of him since his parents left one after another, after all, chose to leave him in this way because he was afraid of hurting him.

Another person left.

It was obvious that the sun was shining on him, but Gu Li felt very cold. The coldness spread from the soles of his feet, all the way to his limbs, to every corner of his body. After all, he couldn't hold it back. His body staggered and his hands were supported. On the windowsill.

The doctors and nurses looked at the thin back of the young man and saw the originally straight back bend down. They didn't know why, and their eyes followed. It was obvious that they were accustomed to life, old age, sickness and death.

...

Gu Li handled the old man's funeral alone.

His savings from working part-time, plus a scholarship, no funeral, only cremation and tombstones.

The tombstone is still new, and the old man in the photo is kind.

Gu Li sat next to the tombstone with his face pressed against the cold tombstone, trying to recall the warmth the old man once gave him in this way.

He sat here for a long time, until the school called.

The school didn't know what was happening at his home, but knew that he hadn't come to class for a few days, so it called him to consult the situation. Gu Li's eyes focused, and after briefly explaining the situation to the other party, the other party was also silent.

In the end, he was granted a few days of leave, persuaded him to be sorry, and then hung up.

He looked at the phone. There was only a message he had sent a few days ago. She didn’t reply. Gu Li was not discouraged. He trembled and typed: I’m sorry, I didn’t go to the second exam, so I didn’t get a good result. The results disappoint you, I promise I won’t do it next time, OK?

She must be angry, and she didn't take the exam carefully.

He wants to explain to her.

The sky is getting dark, the cemetery is a bit cold, the moonlight is pouring down, and the white color makes people feel cold.

The boy was still waiting, probably feeling cold, his legs were bent, his chin was on his knees, his eyelashes were slightly drooping, and the swept shadow fell under his eyelids. He pursed his lips and was covered in moonlight.

Until late at night, his legs were a little numb.

With cold hands and feet, he took out the phone again, still nothing.

He sent out several messages in a series.

Gu Li: Grandma is dead.

Gu Li: I want to see you.

Gu Li: Do you want to ignore me?

Gu Li: That's great.

He no longer looked at the phone, but stood up, and finally looked at the grandma's tombstone, and imprinted the last smile of her grandma on his heart. Finally, he turned around, his back further and further away.