[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

The city's winters are cold, but pleasantly cold.Qi Ran left the school gate, shivering from the cold wind in front of him, put away his dark brown coat, then took out the earphones from his school bag and put them on, as expected, he heard a gentle voice, which was an address.

Ever since he came out of the detention center, he was told by that figure—be obedient.

It's hard to say what kind of feeling it is, whether it's an enemy or a friend, whether it's a blessing or a curse, he doesn't know.However, the price offered by the man made him unable to refuse.

There was a good snowfall last night, Qi Ran looked up and saw the soft white of the sycamore tree branches by the street, he was in a daze for a while, and then walked west without hesitation.

Although such a state of communication is very weird, Qi Ran still chooses to believe that every little change in the darkness will be blindly enlarged by the person concerned into a salvation-like existence.And Qi Ran is no exception.

Sitting on the edge of an abandoned high-rise building, Mo Yu saw the boy coming as promised from a distance.Ever since he came to this world, he has liked places like rooftops, which are vast, quiet, and convenient for observation.

The corners of his mouth were raised in satisfaction, as he had requested, the boy cut his hair into square inches, dyed it back to black, and obediently went to school for a day before coming here. Looking at it this way, it really is much more pleasing to the eye.

It was just a day when the snow was melting, and the weather was really cold.

He took out his cell phone and dialed the boy's number.Mo Yu's faint greeting-like voice sounded in Qi Ran's ear again, "I said, come in school uniform."

After a sudden pause, he responded, "I'm wearing it."

"I didn't see it." The man's voice came through the earphones, with a metallic texture.

Qi Ran's body stiffened for a moment - he was looking at me!

The agreed location was not remote, and the building in front of him was still bustling two months ago.It was just a sudden fire that changed the landscape here.

Suddenly raised his head, in an open space, Qi Ran saw a person on the roof of the top floor.

In the city near evening, the golden sun shines, and there is a season of first snow.

Qi Ran couldn't see the man's appearance clearly, he could only notice his pale face and the simplest and most ordinary clothes.Without any movement, any black hair was blown by the cold wind from above.

In Qi Ran's ear is a gentle voice that seems to be bewitching.They just looked at each other for a while, and then the boy took off the backpack on his shoulders and threw it aside.In the howling wind, with my icy fingers, I unbuttoned the first button of the coat...

The thin and wide school uniform fluttered in the wind, and in the silence, he looked up at the people on the tall building—with admirable cold eyes.

The feeling of being exposed and being/manipulated was accompanied by the cold wind intruding into the body. Although there were no words in his ears, the boy still felt some special emotions. He knew that the people on the roof were laughing.

"Wolf cub." Mo Yu said to himself in the cold air.

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Mo Yu is not surprised by Shang Han's invitation, but these years, he is used to being idle and instant, and Starbucks coffee is actually not to his liking.There are not many people today. Under the cover of a pot of green vines, they are sitting in the corner, and there is a romantic mood in the soft music.

Supporting his chin with his hands, he sized up the person opposite him without any concealment. His figure was straight, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. Even without the police uniform, Shang Han's demeanor was still outstanding.

It was Mo Yu who spoke first, "Long time no see, Officer Shang." His voice was soft and somewhat bookish.

Shang Han was made uncomfortable by this claim, but he couldn't tell where he was on business, so he could only respond in a polite manner. "Long time no see." If it weren't for his frowning, it would really be like an ordinary classmate reminiscing about the old days.

Putting away the previous smile, Mo Yu took out a pair of glasses from his backpack and put them on, then sat upright and waited for the next conversation.

"You are not short-sighted." Shang Leng said.

Mo Yu nodded, and said lightly, "Yes, I just think it's a pity not to wear glasses because I thought I was so good at studying back then."

For such fallacies and heresies, ordinary people would naturally laugh it off, but Shang Han felt shivering in his heart.If in the past, the person in front of him could indeed be called the proud son of heaven.

Facing Mo Yu's indifferent face, such emotions somehow turned into sarcastic words, "Attempted burglary."

Mo Yu said calmly, "Blame me."

There is no need to explain too much, since we have reached the stage of private conversation, Shang Han naturally looked through the case.I really don’t know how Shang Han felt when he saw his good friend and top-notch student from back then who was kicked out of the house by the landlord because of rent arrears.

There was silence again.

Shang Han lamented his childish speech as if he was angry, and then saw the person on the opposite side adding sugar and milk to the coffee without changing his face.Time can change too many things.When exactly, that young man who was calm and aloof from the world, was infected with the dust of the world like this.It's just that he himself didn't want to admit that this meeting, no matter what he asked for, was doomed to disappointment.

"Ahan." Mo Yu's voice was tentatively gentle.

Shang Han couldn't help falling into the trap of hope again, but someone is special, right?

Mo Yu took out the notebook from his backpack, opened the page, and the light of the screen reflected on his pale face.Mo Yu turned to the screen and said, "I support myself online, write something, and give advice to others."

Shang Han was taken aback for a moment, then continued to listen.

"Sometimes, the business is not very good, and there is no business for more than a month, but most of the time there is something to do, but I am picky, and I usually only do things that are pleasing to the eye..."

Shang Han's pupils moved slightly, he was explaining to him!but why?

In the next second, he heard the answer. "I'm sorry." It was Mo Yu's voice.

I'm sorry I didn't live up to what you wanted, I'm sorry I failed to live up to my gifts and talents, I'm sorry I gave up our friendship voluntarily, I'm sorry a lot, but most of all I'm going to take advantage of you , to achieve myself.

Shang Han was confused by this apology, but when he saw the content on the computer screen, he was even more speechless—it was all his experience.

Mo Yu tapped the screen and said, "I found it on the news, your case is more interesting." Heavy materials, thin words.

Shang Han's eyes darkened slightly, he felt that he needed time to tidy up and think.

The long parting, their respective lives, but it seems that there is another fateful line binding and planning.

Then he heard a confession that seemed excessive but seemed logical.

"Ahan," Mo Yu said to him, "I have nowhere to go."

Stuffing the computer into the bag, Mo Yu rummaged through it again.Shang Han was so confused by his actions that he didn't know what to say, glasses, computer, backpack, but this time, what Mo Yu took out was a pack of cigarettes.

"Celebrate." Mo Yu explained, and naturally stuffed it into Shang Han's hand, flicking the lighter with nimble fingers.

Shang Han grabbed Mo Yu's wrist, which was the thinnest man's hand bone he had ever grabbed, "Smoking is prohibited here." There was an irresistible force in his cold voice.

With a smile in the corner of Mo Yu's eyes, as if thinking of something interesting, she responded, "Alcohol is still prohibited in school."

—that was their past.

Sparks flashed from the lighter, Mo Yu held a cigarette in his mouth, and lowered his head to get closer.

Through the first puff of smoke that Mo Yu exhaled, Shang Han saw a pair of crystal clear eyes that seemed to be facing water vapor.Then, as expected, he heard Mo Yu coughing as he was choked by the smoke.

At least some things haven't changed.

Shang Han subtly curled the corner of his mouth, he knew that there would be an extra guest on his sofa tonight.