On How to Help the Protagonist Grow [Transmigration Book]

Seeing Yin Tianlang's dazed expression, the smile on the corner of Mu Jin's mouth deepened imperceptibly, and he said warmly, "Are you not going to answer? This was chosen by Jiajia herself."

Yin Tianlang felt like he had just woken up from a dream, and he stretched out his hand to take it, with a tiny smile on his face: "Thank you, Jiajia."

After delivering the flowers, Ji Jiaqi returned to the bench and sat down, blinking her big black eyes and looking at the two adults at the door.

"Go in, if you don't eat, it will be cold." Mu Jin urged with a smile, and after Yin Tianlang entered, he closed the door behind him.

"Go wash your hands, there are bowls and chopsticks on the table." After saying something to Yin Tianlang, Mu Jin went to the bedroom and put down the things in his hand.

After coming out of the bedroom, one big and one small had already sat down at the dining table, staring at the food on the table in a daze.

"Why don't you eat?" Mu Jin asked.

Ji Jiaqi glanced at Brother Tian Lang who was still in a daze than her, and explained: "Wait for Brother."

Mu Jin smiled, went to the kitchen to wash his hands, and sat down at the dining table: "Okay, let's eat."

Since Ji Jiaqi went to school, she has come into contact with more people and has a more lively personality. She used to be a taciturn little loli, but now, like other children, she tells her parents interesting things about her day at school.

Although because of her young age and the brevity of her speech, what Ji Jiaqi said was a bit broken and difficult to understand, but Mu Jin still listened carefully, asking questions from time to time to guide her to continue speaking, and occasionally complimenting her, which caused a lot of trouble. The little Lolita happily bent her eyes into crescent moons.

Neither of them brought Yin Tianlang, who was quiet as if he didn't exist, into the conversation, and Yin Tianlang didn't intend to intervene.

He was chopping the rice in silence, listening to the gentle voice of the man next to his ear, and the voice of the little girl who seemed to be excited in the calmness, the movement of chopping the rice gradually slowed down, a trance flashed across his eyes.

The time for a meal passed quickly, Ji Jiaqi went back to her room to do her homework, Mu Jin washed the dishes, and came out of the kitchen, Yin Tianlang was looking at him: "Where do I sleep?"

Mu Jin smiled: "Of course you sleep with me..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yin Tianlang frowned, pursed his lips tightly, his face turned pale, showing a look of patience.

"...One room, you sleep on the bed, I sleep on the floor." Mu Jin finished the rest.

Yin Tianlang was startled, his body was no longer stiff, and his complexion gradually became better.

"I sleep on the floor." Yin Tianlang said, he didn't want to sleep on that bed.

Mu Jin didn't argue with him, and readily agreed: "Okay, I'll add another quilt for you, otherwise it will be too hard, and your back will be hurt, so it won't be comfortable to lie on."

Don't push too hard.Glancing at Yin Tianlang's lips that had recovered their color, Mu Jin bent his eyes. It would be bad if he associated himself with pain.

Yin Tianlang was slightly stunned, and turned his gaze away after a while: "Thank you."

The smile on the corner of Mu Jin's mouth faded, and soon rose again: "Go take a bath, and go to bed early after washing."

With the help of Mu Jin, Yin Tianlang found a change of clothes, went into the bathroom, took off his clothes, and exposed his body covered with blood scabs.

In a day, the wounds on his back had all scabbed and the bandages were removed, so Yin Tianlang could clearly see the wounds on his back from the mirror.

——From the bottom of the right shoulder blade to the left waist, like a long scarlet line, it cut his entire back.

Because of this red line, he couldn't move his upper body too much, otherwise it would involve the wound.

After looking at the wound, Yin Tianlang turned back, washed his face slowly, raised his head, and saw his pale face and confused eyes in the mirror.

For the past few days, he has spent in a daze.

He seemed to be trapped in a box, and the sounds he heard and the things he saw were transmitted to his mind through a thick layer of glass, leaving only the vague impressions floating on the surface.

In this world with only himself, he hugged his knees, thinking silently, what should he do in the future.

Yao Bin let him live well, Shi Song let him live well, Bai Xue let him live well...

They all let him live well, and he dared not live.

It's easy to live, as long as you don't die, but... who can tell him how to live well?

The dead are gone, but the living are suffering in pain.He couldn't forget how they died, and he couldn't get rid of the pain.

As long as he opened his eyes and let go of his breath, he would see the tragic faces of his companions and smell the bloody air.

The injury on his back hurts, but only when his back hurts, can he ignore the pain in his heart that makes him breathless, close his eyes, and stop looking at the swaying faces in front of him.

But after falling asleep in pain, he would still relive those bloody scenes one after another.

Day after day, he couldn't tell the passage of time.

Sometimes when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he will think that it is still daytime, but he ignores the unseen facts. Sometimes after a short nap in the afternoon, he will feel that he has slept for several days...

Every minute and every second, he is getting a little farther away from this world.

What woke him up was a bowl of porridge.

The familiar sweet aroma forcibly dragged him out of the box.The surrounding glass shattered crisply, and he saw everything in front of him again.

The bloody face disappeared, and what was reflected in his eyes was Mu Jin's gentle smile.

For a moment, Yin Tianlang felt that this smile was very familiar. He thought about it for a long time, and finally found this smile in his long memory.

It was a woman's face. Whenever I was sick, that face would wear such a smile, holding a bowl of porridge with the same sweet aroma, sitting beside him, gently stroking his hair, and treating him Speak softly.

Yin Tianlang took the bowl involuntarily, and the moment he tasted the familiar taste, he almost shed tears.

The moment the sweet porridge was swallowed, joy, joy, passion, love... the emotions that were far away all returned to him, squeezing the negative emotions that had dominated him these days to a corner, and he felt the breeze again The tickle of blowing eyelashes, the warmth of the sun on the skin.

Mu Jin's words were also clearly heard in his ears. When Yin Tianlang heard that he was going to move to his house, Yin Tianlang was taken aback for a moment, subconsciously wanting to refuse.

Living with this lunatic, isn't that a self-inflicted trap?

Reason clearly told him to refuse, but what came to his lips was "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Thank you politely, as if the opposite is just an acquaintance whom you have not known for a long time, Yin Tianlang can't believe that it is said from his own mouth.

He agreed?How can you agree?This person is Mu Jin!

That's right, that's Mu Jin...

Yin Tianlang lay blankly on the hospital bed, staring at the street lamps emitting a soft light outside the window, the sweet aroma that seemed to remain in the air lingered on the tip of his nose, lingering.

When he came back to his senses, Yin Tianlang found himself standing at the door of Mu Jin's house.

Come in and eat.

The sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding, and the conversation between men and girls made him both strange and familiar.

It wasn't until now when he was alone that he suddenly realized that the pain in his back was no longer so piercing, but became bearable.

The fingertips slid across the cold mirror surface, leaving four transparent water trails, scratching the face in the mirror to pieces.

Yin Tianlang laughed at himself, soaked his own towel, and slowly wiped his body.

After wiping all the places that can be touched, there is still a place on the back that cannot be touched. Yin Tianlang tried several times, but there is still a place that cannot be wiped.

After a few times, Yin Tianlang gave up, he walked to the place where the clothes were put, and was about to put them on when there was a knock on the bathroom door.

Mu Jin's voice sounded outside the door: "Alang, do you need help? You can't reach your back."

It's really just the right amount of caring, no wonder Lao Yao had such a good impression of him at the beginning.Yin Tianlang wanted to laugh mockingly, but found that he couldn't.

Putting on his pants, Yin Tianlang opened the door.

Outside the door, Mu Jin showed a gentle smile, stepped in, and instantly shortened the distance between the two.

Yin Tianlang looked at the man who was close at hand, but felt that he was the one walking past him.

The author has something to say: Thank you students for your comfort and compliments. Although my original intention was not to ask for compliments, but since you have praised me, then I will accept it bluntly hahahaha!Don't say anything, Saturday!

...It’s impossible, let’s go on Friday, I’ll try my best_(:з」∠)_

所以不要讲我短小，我可是要加更的造吗！感谢在2020-05-2100:16:22~2020-05-2211:58:13期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Tinghuang, Arrogant, and An Jiu;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: 12 bottles of Nanwei; 5 bottles of Arctic Ocean Residents Online Crying Cold; 3 bottles of Suijiu; 1 bottle of Star, Ghost and Animal Not Ending Virgin, and Old Hometown Grass and Trees;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!