Action to Save Little White Flower [Quick Transmigration GL]

The battery of the mobile phone is very low.

After the phone call, the red light began to flash.

Shen Qingwei asked Aunt Li's son, a four-year-old Xiao Douding, to steal the mobile phone from his mother's room and give it to her.

There is no power strip in the attic, and even if she has one, she doesn't have a charger. Fortunately, her mobile phone is a push-button mobile phone with a long standby time. Even after a week of storage, the power is still enough to support her to make a call.

She just wanted to say a happy new year to Zhao Xingyue.

It never occurred to her to ask for help.

She also didn't think Zhao Xingyue could save her.

Who can save her?

Her biological father wanted to sell her to a man his age as a commodity.

Even the police don’t care about this kind of housework—yes, she has already reported to the police, but the police in the small place do nothing but make muddy water. Instead, they beat her up and confiscated her her cell phone.

But the moment she heard Zhao Xingyue's voice, the unwillingness to become smaller because of the beatings one after another surged in her heart again.

She doesn't want to marry an old man.

She hasn't told Zhao Xingyue that she likes her.

she hasn't...

She still had a lot of things to do, how could she be willing to waste the rest of her life on a man who was as old as her father.

Zhao Xingyue's words raised expectations in her heart, but she also felt that this kind of expectation was just her wishful thinking.

Outside the window, someone set off fireworks, and Shen Qingwei lay beside the frost-covered window, watching the night sky outside.

The colorful fireworks blooming in the sky are the most beautiful scenery she has seen during this time.

The sound of firecrackers, children's chasing and slapstick, and adults' laughing and talking, along the air, rustled into Shen Qingwei's ears.

She curled up by the window, looking at the direction from the entrance of the village, just like when she was a child, hoping that someone would come out of that place suddenly and take her out of the sea of ​​suffering.

The phone flickered three times, and finally, with a vibration, the screen was completely plunged into darkness.

Shen Qingwei hugged her knees and buried her head between her legs, tears streaming down her face.

"Di Di-"

After an unknown amount of time, Shen Qingwei was awakened suddenly by the sound of a horn.

She opened her eyes in surprise, but the bright high beams made her unable to open her eyes at all.

When she regained her senses from the strong light, she found that the beeping sound was just a white car that had returned late.

She bit her lip, amused by her waiting.

What is she waiting for?

Waiting for Zhao Xingyue to save her?

Ha, stop dreaming.

Zhao Xingyue is now in the city, how could she appear in this small and remote place.

bang——

Suddenly there was the sound of something falling on the ground downstairs, Shen Qingwei was startled, could it be a thief coming in?

She put her eyes on the floor of the attic, hoping to see the slightest trace of the person coming through the gaps between the planks.

At this time, a bright light from the mobile phone lit up in the room, illuminating a face that Shen Qingwei was all too familiar with.

"Ah Yue?!"

Hearing the call, Zhao Xingyue raised her head, and there was a piece of wood above her head. This is a common building in rural areas. A layer of attic is separated by wood boards for storing sundries.

She called Shen Qingwei's name, and there was a familiar answering voice from above.

Zhao Xingyue looked around the room, she didn't turn on the light, and the moonlight on the New Year's Eve wasn't too bright, but it was still enough to support her to see a wooden ladder placed in the corner.

Next to the wooden ladder is a trap door with iron chains hanging on it. It seems that Father Shen locked Shen Qingwei on it like this.

The iron chain is not long, just enough to lift the trapdoor and pass the eating bowl in.

Zhao Xingyue cursed. After learning that Aunt Li carried the key to the trapdoor with her and took it to the New Year's Eve dinner, she gave up the idea of ​​using the key to open the door. She grabbed the iron chain and pulled it down forcefully.

Unlucky little by little attached to her skin, bones, and the iron chain deformed and twisted little by little in her hands until it snapped in two.

She threw the iron chain in her hand, went down the stairs by herself, and said to Shen Qingwei who was still on the attic, "Come down."

The feeling of attaching bad luck to oneself is not good. Bad luck is the nemesis of all creatures. As soon as the bad luck was removed, Zhao Xingyue felt that the veins in her hands seemed to be attached to something, heavy and difficult to stretch.

Fortunately, it wasn't too serious, and it was within the range she could bear.

Shen Qingwei was stunned by Zhao Xingyue who suddenly appeared here, and hugged her tightly as soon as she got downstairs, crying and laughing.

"I knew you would come, I knew..."

"Okay, okay, now is not the time to talk about this, let's go first, your father and the others probably won't spend the night outside."

Hearing Father Shen, Shen Qingwei shivered involuntarily.

"Yes, let's go, let's go."

……

Zhao Xingyue came to steal someone, so naturally it was impossible to turn on the high beam headlights openly.

In fact, as soon as she entered the village, she turned off her lights and drove the car in relying entirely on her night vision.

Compared to Zhao Xingyue's superior night vision ability comparable to bats, Shen Qingwei is just the opposite of her. Due to the lack of vitamin A, she has mild night blindness, and the surrounding light is slightly dim, so it is difficult for her to see things clearly, let alone in the dark. This is a situation where it is difficult for ordinary people to see things.

Speeding in the dark was a unique experience for Shen Qingwei. She hugged Zhao Xingyue's strong waist, leaned her head on her body, and murmured: "Thank you, thank you..."

Zhao Xingyue was wearing a helmet. She didn't say a word, but held her hand tightly, then let it go quickly, and turned her attention back to the road.

She did not take Zhao Xingyue back, but followed the navigation in her eyes to a winding mountain road in the suburbs.

Before arriving at the destination, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves came first.

Shen Qingwei was startled, and hugged Zhao Xingyue's waist tightly in fright, "What are we going to do?"

Zhao Xingyue's answer was very simple: "Drag racing."

She is used to controlling everything in her own hands, but she can control herself not to smoke or drink, but she cannot control herself not to drive fast.

After changing the original body's many ways of venting, Zhao Xingyue kept this one and only way of venting.

Her life is so long that it lacks a lot of excitement, there is nothing new under the sun, no matter how new and exciting things are, if they will not die, they will lose their fun.

Now that she has regained her human body, with the limitation of lifespan and body, Zhao Xingyue found a lot of fun that she never had before.

Even on New Year's Eve, the drag racing party members in City S are still full of energy.

Upon seeing Zhao Xingyue, someone greeted her familiarly.

Seeing Shen Qingwei behind her, someone winked and said, "Hey, you bastard?"

Shen Qingwei blushed.

"You're brainless, where did Sister Zhao come from?"

Zhao Xingyue twitched the corners of her mouth.

The person who teased Zhao Xingyue before also realized that something was wrong, but he said firmly: "Sister Zhao can't have a horse, as long as sister Zhao gives an order, you can see how many girls are willing to be her horse."

Zhao Xingyue interrupted him, "Shut up, you."

"Are these your acquaintances?" Shen Qingwei, a good student, poked Zhao Xingyue's back and asked.

"Ah."

"They look..."

"You don't look like a good person?" Zhao Xingyue took her words.

Shen Qingwei hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Zhao Xingyue rubbed her head, "Don't think too much, at least the two who talked to you just now are not bad guys, they are just more Shamat plus secondary disease, love to dye Mary Su style hair, Oh, as for the tattoos, both of them are fake, tattoo stickers, if you want, I will buy you one later, but it is very difficult to wash off, it takes half a month to fall off naturally."

Shen Qingwei looked at the two tall and thick men, and laughed out loud as she thought about how they were wearing tattoo stickers.

Zhao Xingyue: "Happy?"

"Ah."

Zhao Xingyue fastened a helmet she had brought along from someone else to Shen Qingwei's small head. After putting it on, she got into the car and said, "Hold it tight, I won't be responsible for falling off."

Shen Qingwei strangled her waist quickly, clasping her hands tightly in front of her waist.

Zhao Xingyue rushed out with a cry.

It was rare for Shen Qingwei to see her look so naive, and the corners of her lips couldn't stop rising.

She, how lucky is she to meet someone like Zhao Xingyue.

Even though it was a winter night, Zhao Xingyue still didn't wear much. Her warm body temperature came through the thin clothes, and the warmth melted into Shen Qingwei's heart.

She closed her eyes, letting the tears slide down the corners of her eyes.

So, what should she do to let go of this person in front of her.

……

The two people who just got home in the early morning saw Father Zhao and Mother Zhao sitting on the sofa as soon as they opened the door.

Zhao Xingyue looked calm, "Dad, Mom."

On the contrary, Shen Qingwei looked very disturbed. After all, she was a guest at someone else's house in her thirties. No matter how friendly Zhao's mother was to her, she always felt sorry for her. She lowered her head and whispered: "Auntie, uncle..."

Zhao's mother yawned, "Are you back?" When she walked over, she already had a smile on her face. She reached out to hold Shen Qingwei in her arms, and gave her a warm hug, "Happy New Year .”

Father Zhao cast a questioning look at Zhao Xingyue.

Zhao Xingyue shook her head, signaling to talk about it tomorrow.

Father Zhao strode over and held her in his arms, "Happy New Year."

Zhao Xingyue froze for a moment, then hugged her father in this world.

Father Zhao is a man who looks more like a scholar than a businessman. He has a thin figure, combed his hair, and wears black-rimmed glasses. He looks gentle and delicate.

Zhao Xingyue didn't get along with him very much, whether it was the memory of her body itself or the time she spent with the Zhao family after she came here, her memory of her father only existed at the dinner table a few times. When I asked about her grades and her study experience, there was nothing to talk about.

But tonight, she read the deep concern from this man's considerate eyes.

They all knew about her leaving home late at night, but they didn't ask anything. When they came back, they only gave her a warm hug.

She smiled and said, "Happy New Year."