I stabbed the villain [Quick Transmigration]

Jing Cun opened his eyes, in front of him was the gleaming white ceiling, the cold white light was a bit dazzling, beside him was a hanging bottle, his wrist was cold, and the tip of his nose smelled of disinfectant water.

He was wearing a blue and white hospital gown, and the memories in his mind surged out, him in every world... and Song Zhichu in every world.

"woke up?"

Jing Cun heard the sound and looked over, and saw his elder brother on the chair beside him.

Jing Yi hadn't changed his suit yet, and had a bluetooth headset on his ears. He didn't know what was said there, so he casually explained a few words and hung up the phone.

"How long have I been asleep?" Jing Cun rubbed his temples, feeling a little headache.

Jing Yi glanced at his watch, "16 hours and five minutes."

"Fortunately, it was just a bruise and a slight concussion. When the doctor called me, I thought they were coming to collect your body."

Jing Yi looked at him, and said in a calm tone, "You are already 23 years old, Jing Cun, I hope you can be more sensible and stop worrying about the family."

"I went to check the monitoring. When you passed the traffic light, you were distracted by your mobile phone. I hope you made such a low-level mistake." Jing Yi paused, "Don't make it again, next time, maybe it won't be as simple as a scratch .”

Jing Cun thought to himself that he was the one who collected the corpses, so he smiled slightly at his brother, responding to everything that went in from his left ear and out from his right ear.

"I see, brother, don't worry, if you have something to do, go back to the company first."

Jing Yi got up and took the suit jacket beside him, and said, "You rest for two more days, and you are not allowed to run around in these two days."

Jing Cun nodded obediently.

He watched Jing Yi go out, and then made sure that he would not turn back again, reached out and pulled out the needle, got out of bed with his mobile phone, and opened the door of the ward.

Just as the door of the ward was opened, the people standing outside the door looked at him expressionlessly, and Jing Yi glanced at the scattered needles beside his bed.

"Is this what you said about not running around?"

Jing Yi carried him back to the bed by his collar, called two special nurses to come and watch him, the little nurse held his wrist and inserted the needle back.

Jing Cun dared to say that the nurse was definitely still in practice. He clicked his tongue in pain, and the little nurse pulled out the needle tube and said embarrassingly, "I'm really sorry that it didn't stick into the blood vessel. Mr. Jing, please don't mess around." move."

The little nurse tried five or six times to get in. Jing Cun was about to vomit blood. His brother must have done it on purpose. He not only waited for him outside the door, but also called an intern nurse.

Jing Yi, "Look at him, don't let him out of this door."

The two special guards "answered" respectfully, and sat down on the chair next to Jing Cun's bed.

Jing Cun, "..."

He looked at his brother expressionlessly, and when his brother left, the two special guards kept staring at him, as if he would fly if he didn't pay attention.

He can't get out of the hospital, and he can only do it in two days.

Jing Cun took out his mobile phone, the phone was out of battery and turned off, he charged it for a while, and pressed restart.

The car accident seemed like a long time ago. Jing Cun recalled it for a long time before he remembered what he was watching that day.

What he saw on the side of the road that day was a piece of news that the xx plane crashed and no one survived after falling into the sea.

He stared at it for a long time inexplicably, feeling empty in his heart, and suddenly had nowhere to settle.

Jing Cun thought, maybe in the dark, he and Song Zhichu had some fate.

He played with his mobile phone for a while, and found that the high school monitor he hadn't talked to for a long time sent him a message.

He said that many of his classmates were in city A recently and planned to get together, and asked him if he would like to come.

Jing Cun asked about the time and place, and the squad leader sent it to him. He glanced at it, and it was a week later, thinking that he would go there when he had time.

After thinking about it, he asked the class monitor for Song Zhichu's contact information.

It took a while for the squad leader to get back to him, saying that he didn't have it either, and that he was calling Song Zhichu, and it was uncertain whether he would be able to come.

Jing put down his phone, but he wasn't particularly anxious. He had a hunch that they would meet soon.

It's useless to worry now, he can't even get out of the hospital.

He spent a boring day in the hospital, and when he woke up the next day, he couldn't help but frowned.

He felt a blur in his mind, his impression of the world of his missions was getting weaker and weaker, and he gradually couldn't remember what the mission objects looked like.

Jing Cun asked the special guard to get the paper and pen, and wrote down everything he could think of so far. The three characters of Song Zhichu were circled. After reading it for a while, he didn't think it was obvious enough, so he added it several times below. I like Song Zhichu.

I was also worried that I forgot and couldn't read it, so I added a sentence beside it that you also like Song Zhichu.

He also wrote it down in the mobile phone memo, as well as the class reunion that the monitor said.

Then he stayed in the hospital so boringly for two or three days. When Jing opened his eyes on the fourth day, he felt a blur in his mind, as if something had suddenly disappeared.

His eyes fell on the paper next to him. Song Zhichu mentioned some messy things on it several times, and he frowned.

Jing Cun pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling a little tired, as if he had forgotten something important.

Jing Yi visited him once on the way, saw that he was honest and didn't want to go out, and took him through the discharge procedures.

"You've been more peaceful these two days."

Jing Cun, "I was restless a while ago?"

Jing Yi, "I always want to go out."

Jing Cun returned home and stayed at home for two days. When he woke up from the bed again, he found that he remembered everything, but the memory of the previous few days was blank.

He clearly remembered that he was in the hospital, but now he is on the bed at home.

So he called Jing Yi, and Jing Yi on the other side of the phone was silent for a while after hearing what he said, and hung up the phone without answering him.

Jing Cun thought for a while, and wrote down all the things he consciously did at home, and put them on the bedside, ready to show another self.

It happened to be a class reunion that day, and the monitor sent him another message, urging him to come over.

Jing Cun returned to a good past.

He changed his clothes at home, took his mobile phone and car keys and went out.

On the way, thinking that I would see that person soon, I felt a little excited, so I drove a little faster, from home to the place for dinner, and arrived in less than 10 minutes.

City A is bustling, with bright street lights at night, neon lights flickering like ribbons that are intertwined day by day, high-rise buildings stand tall, and clusters of silver-white lights are interspersed among them.

When Jing Cun arrived at the place, the doorman welcomed him in and took him to the reserved private room.

Many people have already come to the private room, all of them are familiar faces. It seems that four or five years have passed by in a flash, and the years have left traces on them.

When everyone saw Jing Cun coming over, they greeted politely and made room for him.

Jing Cun looked around, but couldn't find Song Zhichu.

The squad leader was still busy on the phone, Jing Cun asked casually, "Song Zhichu won't come?"

The squad leader's eyes lit up, and he was worried that no one could be found, so he said to him, "He's here, and he can't find a place outside, so go and pick him up."

"I still have some things here, Jing Cun, please go there."

Jing Cun nodded, asked Song Zhichu's approximate location, and went downstairs with his mobile phone.

He went out of the restaurant and saw someone not far outside.

The young man was wearing a dark gray coat with a white lining inside, black trousers and leather shoes, and because it was raining lightly, he held an umbrella, holding the handle of the umbrella with cold white fingers, looking at him with jet-black eyes, and the corners of his lips were twitching. With a faint smile.

Jing Cun also laughed, walked towards him step by step, and held his hand.

The eyes of the two of them converged, as if they were looking at each other for thousands of years, and they could no longer move away from each other.