[Quick Transmigration] Take away the bloody protagonist

"Brother, what's wrong with you? Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Hai raised his head from his arms.A handsome and fair-looking little boy tilted his head and looked at him with concern.

Jiang Hai grinned and gave the boy a weak smile: "I'm fine."

The little boy looked at Jiang Hai and nodded, but he did not leave, but sat next to Jiang Hai.

Jiang Hai didn't care.His mind was already filled with other things, and he would not pay attention to the actions of a strange boy at all.

He is leaving the city today.

After their parents suddenly left in a car accident, 16-year-old Jiang Hai and his older brother were taken in by their aunt who lived in another city. , the two brothers will soon bid farewell to the city where they grew up together, and go to live with their aunt.

My brother was strong, he didn't shed a single tear, and he's been packing all day today.But Jiang Hai couldn't take it anymore, he sneaked out, lying on the stone table in the park they used to come to when they were children, in a daze.

"Brother," the little boy said suddenly, interrupting Jiang Hai's thoughts. "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Hai looked at the boy with some doubts.It was noon at this time, and the chirping of summer cicadas made people feel restless.Jiang Hai's arms were as heavy as if he was holding a block of iron, and he didn't have the heart to eat at all.

Although he was not in the mood to eat, he had followed his elder brother to pack his things since the morning. He hadn't eaten any food, and his stomach was very honest, and he was growling.

The little boy seemed to hear the voice in Jiang Hai's stomach. He took out a lunch box from his schoolbag and put it on the stone table, and pushed it in Jiang Hai's direction.

"I made this, brother, you can eat it." The little boy said.

Jiang Hai hesitated, he didn't know why this strange boy would suddenly give him something to eat.The boy seemed to see through Jiang Hai's mind, and explained: "I just learned how to cook this summer, and I want to make lunch for my mother and sister, but I am afraid that it will be too bad for them to say. But I feel good about everything I eat. If you want to eat it, you can only let the people in this park try it first.”

"If you don't believe me, you can ask the old man who is exercising at the equipment. I have fed him several times." The little boy pointed to the old man who was pulling the horizontal bar in the distance.

Jiang Hai took the lunch box. Although he still felt that this little boy who delivered food to strangers at noon was a bit strange, he still decided to accept his kindness.

He opened the lid of the box, and there were cold noodles inside, and the dishes and sauces were neatly arranged.Both the carrots and cucumbers were finely shredded, and it looked like a good knife.

"You did it?" Jiang Hai looked at the boy and asked.

"I did it." The corner of the boy's mouth curled up, a smug expression appeared on his delicate face.

"It's amazing." Jiang Hai couldn't help laughing.He mixed the vegetable code and sauce with the noodles and put it in his mouth.

The noodles have a light sesame taste, mixed with spicy oil, which is very delicious.Jiang Hai's mother also likes to put a little sesame oil in the cold noodles.But she didn't let Jiang Hai eat chili.Jiang Hai would secretly add some by himself every time.

Jiang Hai's eyes suddenly flashed his mother's pale face lying in the funeral parlor.He can no longer eat the noodles made by his mother. Thinking of this, his tears flowed out all at once.

Seeing Jiang Hai crying, the boy became flustered: "I'm sorry! I didn't expect the food I cooked to be so unpalatable. It made you cry so badly." He rummaged through his schoolbag, as if wanting to Find a handkerchief for Jiang Hai to wipe his tears.

"No." Jiang Hai wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and said, "I just suddenly thought of something sad. It's okay."

"That's it." The boy looked at Jiang Hai, hesitated, and asked, "Is that delicious?"

"It's delicious." Jiang Hai touched the boy's hair and put a few noodles in his mouth.

"Great!" The boy said with bright eyes, "then you finish eating first. I'll give you another thing after eating."

Jiang Hai smiled and shook his head.The noodles were not too much, he finished it in two or three mouthfuls, and then returned the lunch box to the boy.

The boy asked him to close his eyes, although Jiang Hai didn't know what the boy was planning, but he closed them obediently.After he heard the "stab" sound of tearing the candy paper, a round candy was stuffed into his mouth.

The strong sour smell made Jiang Hai frowned tightly.He opened his eyes and saw the boy looking at him.

"I eat this candy when I'm sad," the boy said softly, his voice as soft as a breeze blowing through leaves. "The sugar is too sour, so you don't think about sad things."

He took Jiang Hai's hand, his hand was small and soft, but very warm. "Brother, don't worry if you have sad things," the boy said, "Sad things must be the same as this candy. When the sour layer melts, it will be sweet."

Jiang Hai looked into the boy's clear eyes and nodded slightly.The extremely sour surface of the sugar had already melted in his mouth, and a faint sweet taste gradually appeared in his mouth.

It's candy apples.Jiang Hai thought.

"Jiang Hai!" The familiar call came to his ears.Jiang Hai turned his head and saw his brother standing at the entrance of the park path.

"We're getting ready to go," said my brother.

"Okay, I'll come right away." Jiang Hai responded, standing up from the stone bench.He leaned down and stroked the boy's hair.

"Thank you." Jiang Hai said softly.

"You're welcome." The boy smiled, his eyes twinkling, and he took out a few pieces of candy from his schoolbag and stuffed them into Jiang Hai's hands: "Give these to you too."

Jiang Hai took the candy, smiled at the boy, and walked to his brother.He turned and saw the boy waving goodbye to him, and he waved back.

I don't know if we will see you again.Jiang Hai put down his hands and thought silently.

The two brothers walked along the path in the park without saying a word on their way home.

"Jiang Hai," the elder brother broke the silence first. "I know how you feel now. But there is no way. Even though this is the case, life still has to go on."

He whispered, "Anyway, you still have me."

Jiang Hai smiled, "I know." He said softly, "I'm sorry, brother. Thank you,"

He picked up a piece of candy and put it in his brother's hand: "I'm sorry, this is for you."

"What kind of candy is this? Where did you get it?"

"Try it first." Jiang Hai said.

The moment my brother peeled off the candy wrapper and put the candy into his mouth, his whole face wrinkled.Looking at his brother's expression, Jiang Hai couldn't help laughing.

The expression on my face when I ate candy just now must be so ridiculous.he thinks.

The pen container on the table fell to the ground and made a loud noise.Jiang Hai suddenly raised his head from the table.

When did I fall asleep.He rubbed his eyes, picked up his phone and glanced at it.It was already five o'clock in the morning.

Jiang Hai stood up, and on the screen of the laptop in front of him, Zhou Mao's body data and EEG were displayed.Jiang Hai glanced again, and then closed the page.

He walked to the window, and the eastern sky had begun to turn white.The breakfast stall in front of the hospital has set up its own stall.

I don't know what time Zhou Mao will come over today.Jiang Hai thought.He returned to the desk, closed the computer, and put it in his backpack.Before seeing him, let's go home and take a good wash.

At almost 9 o'clock in the morning, Zhou Mao finished cooking, left home, and took the bus to the hospital.

Since the rush hour has passed, there are not many people in the car.Zhou Mao found a seat in the back row. As soon as he sat down, the phone rang.

Zhou Mao took out his mobile phone, glanced at the caller, and answered it. "Mom, why did you remember to call? Are you not busy at work?"

"I want to hear your voice." Zhou Mao's mother's voice came from the phone. "Maomao, where are you now? It seems a bit noisy around here."

"I'm on the bus, on my way to the hospital."

"Where's Momo? How's she doing?"

Since he had told his mother about his participation in Zhou Mo's treatment before, Zhou Mao told her what he had learned about Zhou Mo during the treatment.

"Momo said she didn't want to come back?" Zhou Mao's mother asked after listening to Zhou Mao's narration.

"I think that's what she meant." Zhou Mao said.

"This child, why are you still so willful?"

"She's not willful, she should have her own ideas." Zhou Mao hesitated, and asked his mother: "Before Momo fell asleep, did she say anything about me?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Mao's mother seemed to be thinking: "Probably not... By the way, didn't you just become a regular teacher from an intern teacher at the No. [-] Middle School in S City in those few days, and Momo asked if you After that, she will stay in City S and never come back. I said yes, maybe you will find her a beautiful sister-in-law in City S..."

"Is that so..." Zhou Mao murmured.

"There should be nothing else." Zhou Mao's mother said, "By the way, how is your entry into X middle school going?"

"It's already done. I'll go to work after the summer vacation." Zhou Mao said, "X Middle School is the high school I graduated from, everyone knows everyone, and the work is done quickly."

"That's good." Zhou Mao's mother seemed relieved, "It's not bad. Although our place is not as good as S City, we are all acquaintances anyway, and you are always by my side, which saves me and your sister from worrying. "

"Yes." Zhou Mao smiled, and he chatted with his mother for a few more words.After the bus arrived at the hospital, he said goodbye to his mother and hung up the phone.

When Zhou Mao walked into the ward, he happened to run into Yang Boyi who had just finished his night shift.Usually he is full of energy, even if he is on the night shift, he looks energetic, but today he is uncharacteristically, everyone has a listless expression.Seeing Zhou Mao, Yang Boyi simply greeted him, then packed his things and prepared to go home from get off work.

Zhou Mao grabbed Yang Boyi and stuffed him with a pack of homemade custard biscuits.Yang Boyi took the biscuit, took it out immediately and took a big bite as if venting his anger, "It's delicious." He muttered, with a depressed expression on his face: "Brother Mao Mao, you are so kind, gentle and good at cooking, if that idiot| It’s enough to force you to be half as good.”

After finishing speaking, he stuffed the biscuits into his stomach in a few mouthfuls, waved to Zhou Mao, and left the ward.

Zhou Mao looked at Yang Boyi's back, turned around and asked the little nurse beside him: "What's wrong with Dr. Yang, he seems to be in a bad mood."

The little nurse gave Zhou Mao a gossip smile and said, "It's really nothing. Doctor Xiao Yang's boyfriend came to accompany him on the night shift yesterday, and the two of them started arguing because of the value, and finally his boyfriend left in anger. "

"Uh. That's no wonder." Zhou Mao said, "I heard from Dr. Yang that he and his boyfriend have been in a long-distance relationship, and they finally got together recently. My boyfriend accompanied me on duty, but they quarreled. I would be depressed too. "

"You? Do you quarrel with others?" The little nurse smiled at Zhou Mao. Doctor Xiao Yang couldn't stand it so he quarreled with him..."

"Yang Boyi is arguing with others in the ward?" Jiang Hai's voice came from the door. "He's really getting bolder."

The little nurse shrank her head, she naturally didn't dare to sell Yang Boyi in front of Jiang Hai: "No, no, Xiao Yang just stumbled with an acquaintance when he was on the night shift. His voice was very low, and no one bothered him. .”

Jiang Hai looked at the little nurse suspiciously, he obviously didn't believe her rhetoric.

The little nurse coughed twice nervously, found an excuse and slipped to another ward.Only Jiang Hai and Zhou Mao were left in Zhou Mo's ward.

The author has something to say:

It feels like I want to cram too much into the 3 chapters of Back to Reality... one dialogue after another.And I feel like I'm screwed with cold noodles.Hurry up and buy yourself a bowl to eat.Never write again after that.

I really want to have a summer vacation.ah.