[Quick Transmigration] One-click blackening

Wen Linyu looked at the ghost lying on the man's back, his head was getting bigger.

The system will really find ghosts for him.

Last time Bai Dongqing couldn't get close to the object of his obsession, this time the ghost was just the opposite, there was no way to get away from it at all, the whole ghost seemed to be tied tightly to that person by several times of chains.

Just when Wen Linyu touched the jade finger and wanted to call the male lead out, he saw the man answering the phone from a distance, walking out of the venue in three steps with two long legs wrapped in suit pants, It's gone in the blink of an eye.

Of course, even the male ghost with him was taken away.

Wen Linyu: ...

"Everyone must keep quiet when entering the ward later."

A group of schoolboys and girls with bags on their backs gathered in the hospital lobby. The leader was a girl with ponytails. She put her finger on her lips and made a "shush" gesture, and then her eyes fell on the man standing in front of her. The boy with his hand in his trouser pocket: "Especially you, the one whose schoolbag is about to fall off his shoulder." The people around laughed, and the girl narrowed her eyes and continued, "You are the most noisy in our class." , here, this is for you to chew, don't talk." She shook the chewing gum in her hand and asked the person next to her to pass it to him.

Everyone suddenly realized: "Yoooooooo——"

"Squad leader starts a small stove!"

The girl stared and lowered her voice: "Yo what! Let me tell you, that chewing gum is a new flavor of X brand, and it's really bad." Then she coughed, "Who wants to try it?"

The remaining chewing gum was quickly divided up.

"Okay, I'm eating now, don't spit, wrap it in wrapping paper and put it in the trash can," the girl pointed to the trash can over there, "Ms. Luo just finished surgery, and there are quite a few people in our class. Don't rush to them later, give the greeting cards one by one, and put the fruit basket directly next to the hospital bed in the empty space next to the window."

She glanced sharply and saw the young man standing in the corner, who was flashed by the good looks that killed everyone in seconds, and her eyes lit up: "Yan Nanshen, come to the front, you don't talk much, and Mr. Luo sees it." After seeing such a handsome face, I feel better, maybe it will be better soon."

Yan Jueshan:?

Wen Linyu in Yujue: ...

The male lead is quite popular, Mr. Wen inexplicably wants to see his face now, but the difficulty seems to be a bit high... Forget it, he must be a little better than the male lead.

"Thank you." Teacher Luo was lying on the hospital bed, her face was a little pale, but her complexion was not bad. Her facial features were not particularly brilliant, but maybe she had been a teacher for many years. The lines look soft.

"Ms. Luo, we will wait for you to come back and continue teaching us..." The girl put down the flowers in her hand and replaced the ones in the vase by the bed.

……

Wen Linyu was watching this warm scene with emotion, and suddenly found that the hero had fallen behind the crowd at some point.

Just before they came, the TV was turned on, and now a talent show is playing.

"Can you tell us why you came to this stage?"

A male presenter wearing glasses speaks with a microphone, next to a girl with long hair holding a guitar.

The girl's hand holding the microphone trembled a little. She didn't know whether it was excitement or nervousness. She took a deep breath, smiled and looked directly at the auditorium. The first sentence she spoke was: "I am phosphor powder."

The audience fell silent, as if the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard clearly, only the girl's slightly trembling voice.

"Two years ago, I saw Colin on this stage for the first time in front of the TV. At that time, he played the guitar and sang Teacher Zhang's "Early Spring". Around him, I knew for the first time that the people in the novel who would shine on the stage really existed.”

"And then a year ago, he left, leaving all the phosphor fans with an unfinished album."

A video of a young boy was playing on a large screen behind the stage, beginning with edited video clips and followed by his photos.

"The following is the video I edited a long time ago, which are all the audio photos about Colin that I can find now."

……

"Two years ago, I was a completely different person. The only reason I stood on this stage was Colin," she said. The makeup was all blurred, she said, "I represent all the phosphor powders in the L forum, we never believe that Colin like that will commit suicide!"

"He must have been driven to a dead end..."

"Boom-!!!"

The remote control in the man's hand was thrown directly onto the TV screen, a big hole came out, and the screen immediately went black.

He didn't think it was enough, he slammed the screen twice with his bare hands, his fingers were soon full of wounds, blood was dripping all over the ground, it looked extremely shocking.

He took out his mobile phone and was about to broadcast a number, but he stopped and smashed the mobile phone with his backhand.

The man went to the wine cabinet and poured wine bottle after bottle. It didn't look like drinking, but drinking water.

At the end of the drink, I couldn't see clearly. I staggered to the bathroom, grabbed the washstand, splashed water on my face once, and then fell down. I looked at the lamp on the ceiling above my head in a daze, the white light was hazy, and finally I don't know when I closed my eyes.

The unclosed faucet was still running water, and soon overflowed from the washstand, and suddenly the running faucet was automatically turned off.

The ghost looked down at his hands in a daze, and suddenly heard the man lying on the ground yelling a name indistinctly, with a painful expression on his face.

"Ah Liang..."

The ghost's hands trembled slightly.

He dragged the heavy chain on his back with great difficulty and moved all the way outside the bathroom, but he couldn't go far, so he slowly squatted down against the wall and curled himself up.

Only when the man lost most of his consciousness could he move a little away from him under the loose chain.

The ghost buried its face between its knees.

But it seemed that he could still hear the man murmured and repeated in a daze: "Ah Liang..."

Wen Linyu looked at the boy's face on the screen, and suddenly felt a little familiar. After thinking for a while, he thought of a pale face with a slightly restored complexion. Isn't it the male ghost lying on the back of the person.

When a group of students left the ward one after another, they ran into Teacher Luo's husband, a man with a somewhat unshaven beard.

Wen Linyu glanced at him, and found that this man was full of energy, and even had a little bit of merit. Either he was born with a very prosperous horoscope, or he was a righteous person, and he worked as a policeman all year round.

When they were about to turn a corner and wait for the elevator, Wen Linyu in Yujue cast her gaze at the quiet end of the corridor on the other side.

I don't know if it was his illusion, but he always felt that there seemed to be some strange attraction for him... The last time he felt this kind of spiritual power from the same source was the moment he crushed the villain's ring.

Wen Linyu couldn't figure out what this attraction was, so she put this doubt aside for now.

"The students are all gone." Ding Huishu put the porridge on the bedside table, "How do you feel today?"

"It's much better." Teacher Luo smiled at him.

The old couple then looked at each other with warm smiles in their eyes.

Teacher Luo thought of something, and the smile in his eyes faded a little: "Is Fu'er's ward on this floor, Dad...is it still the same?"

Ding Huishu lowered his eyes, subconsciously took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth and drank it, he noticed that the old wife was looking at him, and spread his hands in a gesture of surrender: "You Lying on the hospital bed, I stopped smoking a long time ago, I just drank the anti-addiction pill, and I couldn’t get used to those chewing gums.”

Teacher Luo glanced at him: "It's best if you can quit, I'll trust you this time."

Ding Huishu saluted her and said, "I will never disappoint the organization's trust in me."

Teacher Luo looked at him and smiled, "I'm still poor at such an old age."

After the two laughed, Ding Huishu threw the cigarette in his hand into the trash can: "Don't think too much, the old man has old ideas, always thinking about having a future, so he can't get out, Fu'er looks like... the old man... will always figure it out.”

After a moment of silence, Teacher Luo sighed, "I hope so."

When Yan Qirui arrived, the dark box was already full of people.

When he opened the box door and entered, the whole box fell silent for a while, and the man sitting in the middle with his arms around a man and a woman stood up and said, "Oh, rare guest, rare guest, Young Master Yan, no, it's time to call Mr. Yan is here, come sit, I have a seat for you," he pushed the woman on his right out, and patted the empty space, Yan Qirui frowned since he entered the box, and he sat down in that seat.

"President Yan hasn't come out and Juju for more than a year, he's a busy man, don't forget that our group of old brothers will become hahaha."

Zhao Hongliang asked him: "Would Mr. Yan have something to drink?" He said "No."

Zhao Hongliang didn't get annoyed when he hit a snag, he beckoned the people next to him to come over, and said, "Let Gary come over and sing a couple of songs, Mr. Yan likes to listen to songs."

The light was too dim and he didn't notice it for a while, but now Zhao Hongliang saw the bandage on Yan Qirui's right hand, and gasped, "How did Boss Yan hurt his hand?"

"Break a wine bottle." Yan Qirui revealed the incident lightly, and from the corner of his eyes, he saw the unsightly development of several other people in the box, rubbed his brows, and asked directly, "You said something important about him?" You want to tell me something, what is it?"

Zhao Hongliang grinned: "Mr. Yan, don't be in a hurry, I will always tell you." Seeing that the person had already entered the box, he directly signaled the little MB to go to the stage, then turned his head and said to Yan Qirui, "Listen to the song first, Maybe you can find something good haha."

Yan Qirui held back his irritability, closed his eyes, and heard the familiar prelude to the song gradually sounding in his ears. When the boy opened his voice, the whole box fell silent.

"The falling flowers in October are soaked in the sunset glow..."

The boy's extremely clean voice hummed softly, and it seemed to coincide with the boy in his memory playing and singing quietly in front of the piano.

"It's not as good as the four seasons, just fight for the day and night..."

That boy used to have the most special voice in the entire music world. His voice was so clean and clear that it was once described as "listening to his singing, and thinking of the deserted streets where the moon is as cool as water."

Now the voice in his ears is indeed clean and pleasant, but it is not the boy who belongs to him.

The author has something to say:

【Small Theater - Mid-Autumn Festival Special】

Q: About your favorite mooncakes.

Teacher Wen: Ah, this question is very simple. I like mooncakes as long as they are not too many, as long as they are delicious.

Male protagonist: Sweet, salty, Cantonese style, Suzhou style, except Wuren.

Wuren:? ? ? QQ

happy mid-Autumn Festival!

I ate a matcha-flavored Cantonese-style mooncake today. I was overwhelmed by the sweetness, but it was still delicious in Su-style>_

continue tomorrow~