Drama masters ask so much [Quick Transmigration]

Moss-covered alleys exude a damp smell, which is uncomfortable and even unbearable for a long time.Old and old houses are scattered here and there, some with their doors wide open, and a bored old woman sitting on a bamboo chair at the door.

I don't know which family came from the sound of beating and scolding children again, crying and scolding, but if you listen carefully, it is an adult who is scolding, and it is also an adult who is crying.

"Oh, it's really a long life. This woman from the Huo family can also deal with her son. The child is so fair and well-behaved, and he is good at studying. What does my husband beat the child for?"

"It seems that after hearing that her husband went to jail, his spirit became not very good. I have pity on that child."

"Whoever asked her husband to do such immoral things, how many lives will be lost, and he must be put in prison."

"It's a pity that Huo Chunchun's grades are so good. This kid must be Tsinghua University's material. He has always been No. 1 in his studies. Now he is influenced by his family, so what should we do?"

"Oh, what a pity."

The seven aunts and eight aunts in the alley started chatting when they met to buy vegetables in the morning, and they chatted for more than half an hour.

Da da da--

I only heard the sound of light and slow footsteps coming in from outside the alley, maybe the footsteps echoed in the alley, even in the conversation, it echoed very clearly.

The seven aunts and eight aunts didn't know where the voice came from, they just felt panicked, and went back to their respective homes without saying a word.

In the closest opposite room to the Huo family, the old woman basking in the sun at the door opened her eyes, and a man in a pure black suit greeted her eyelids.

The old woman exclaimed when she saw the man's appearance, what a handsome man, is she dreaming?

The man is wearing an expensive suit that is incompatible with the old environment. The light that falls from the eaves and skips the ground is on the fabric of the suit. The exquisite details of the suit can be seen from the luster, and the details reflect the expensive pile of money.The shirt is slightly exposed at the cuffs, and the navy blue is full of luxury. The cufflinks are very exquisite, showing a man's taste.

Half of his face was covered by the shadow falling from the eaves, but when he fixed his eyes, he could see a handsome and three-dimensional face that couldn't be covered by the shadow.

Standing in the old alley, he was tall and slender, with a straight waist and elegant demeanor, like a gentleman, as good-looking as a painting.

"Hello, is there a boy named Hololol here?"

The man's voice was low but gentle, and he bent slightly to look at the old man beside him with a smile on his face.

"...Yes, yes, it's the house opposite." The old woman was dazzled by the handsome man, but she still heard the question, and raised her finger to point to the house opposite where the child was being beaten.

Hearing the sound of beating and scolding, the man shifted his gaze to where the old man was pointing, and finally landed on the opposite building.

The surrounding houses are all self-built houses, some of which are dilapidated like tile houses that have not been renovated for a hundred years, and some of the houses are so rich that they are afraid that others will not know the nouveau riche in this area.

The building pointed by the old woman looks very grand. It looks like it has three floors. The white and blue European wall style is incompatible with the old area. The exquisite carvings on the outer wall show the temperament of local tyrants.

On the second floor, a woman's figure was vaguely seen shaking in the window, holding a wooden stick in her hand and swinging it down in front of her.

The man's expression became icy cold, like the frost stained by the tempering of ice.

The fingertips of the hands hanging by the side tap the side of the leg lightly.

The moment the face changed, the weather suddenly turned gloomy, and the downpour was approaching suddenly.

The bean-heavy rain slapped the eaves, washing every corner of the city where different events were staged, sad and happy, and all sounds were swallowed by the rainstorm.

The woman on the second floor who was waving Mu Gen's hand stopped because of the sudden torrential rain, turned around and left the room while muttering something.

The man stood next to the old woman, sheltered from the rain under the eaves, and then looked up at the window.

The blue window on the second floor was pushed open a crack, and the man saw the young boy's aggrieved appearance. When he poked his head out, his immature face was full of indescribable sadness, but when the heavy rain was approaching, he showed a forced smile.

His eyesight is excellent, even if he is far away, he can clearly see the expression on the young boy's face.

Those beautiful eyes like glass were covered with tears, but they looked at the dark cloudy sky with gratitude, as if they were grateful for the rain for saving him from the pain of being beaten.

The face wet by the rain was mixed with tears, and the hands were clenched tightly, extremely fragile.

The heart hurts like being torn apart.

This is the boy he has guarded for 16 years. He should have grown up happily, but all his happiness was destroyed overnight. Now he will be glad to see a heavy rain, because the rain saved him.

"This child is poor." The old woman swayed on the bamboo chair: "I was very happy at first, and the family was rich, but who knew that his father did such a thing, and the family was ruined like this. This woman is relying on The husband, the husband is gone, and when he is not in a good mood, he spreads his temper on the children."

The man watched the young boy's position, watched the young boy close the window, and watched the young boy lay on his stomach with his hands propped on the window.

Are you crying?

Can't cry.

Baby, don't cry, okay?

He took out a red rope from his pocket, then bent down and squatted beside the old man, and handed the red rope to the old woman: "Grandma, can you help me give this rope to Hololol?"

The old man looked at the red rope in his hand, it was so exquisite, it didn't feel like an ordinary rope.

"You can bless him to grow up healthy and safe every year." The man smiled gently.

All the wishes of Hololol can also be realized.

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In the morning, the sun shines into the room, lazily covering the room with a layer of golden velvet light.

Wen Cheng slowly opened his eyes, he felt that he had a long dream, and he also dreamed that Huolanol was crying, yes, that guy would cry because he was afraid of pain.

"baby."

He let out a lazy cry, touched the side of the bed with his hand but felt cold, and turned his head suddenly with a sinking expression.

There was no one beside the bed, only the folds of the quilt could tell that Hololol had indeed slept here last night.

What about people?

What about people? ! ! !

"Hool alcohol!!!" He sat up and tried to turn over and get out of bed, but he forgot that his legs were weak and fell down.

"You, Wencheng, what should I say about you?"

The carpet under the bed wouldn't hurt too much if it fell down, Wen Cheng felt a little embarrassed, propped himself up with his arms and sat up, and then saw his mother at the door.

"Mom, where's Alcohol?"

"gone."

Wen Cheng's eyes suddenly sank: "Gone? Where did you go?"

"I don't know." Wen Cheng's mother was wearing a long red dress, stepped on high heels and walked up to her son like a queen, and squatted down slowly: "I was wondering, since you brought Alcohol home, From the moment he was brought in front of me, shouldn't you just like him?"

Wen Cheng stretched out his hand and pulled over the wheelchair beside him, propped up his body with difficulty, and then sat on the wheelchair.

Wen Cheng's mother couldn't help applauding when she saw her son's disabled body and mind: "Son, I am moved by your disabled body and mind, so how can you be decadent? When you become decadent, it's like putting this child on the table. The light in my heart is blown out, understand?"

The light in your heart is blown out?

Wen Cheng leaned on the wheelchair and panted, thinking about his decadence during this time, indeed, he didn't want to do anything, because he couldn't do anything anymore.

It also didn't take into account whether Holol would be sad that he lost his legs.

Turns out his babe was having a hard time.

"Mom, I don't want to divorce Qingchun, I want to be with him forever."

"Then chase him back." Wen Cheng's mother went to Wen Cheng's wheelchair and pushed him out of the room: "Come back up, think clearly before going to bring Chun Alcohol back."

chase back.

Yes, he wants to chase Holol back.

Suddenly, he thought of something and held back his mother's hand pushing the wheelchair: "Wait, I'll take something!"

Red rope, where is that red rope!

He controlled the wheelchair and went back to the room to look for the pair of pants he wore last night. The red string was still in the pants, so he had to keep it with him so that it wouldn't disappear, otherwise he couldn't put it on for Hololol again.

"What are you doing?" Wen Cheng's mother looked at him blankly.

"I'm looking for something."

When Wen Cheng returned to his room, he went to the bathroom to find his clothes, but there were no clothes in the bathroom, and his aunt had already taken them away for washing. He was a little flustered, thinking of going upstairs to find his clothes.

What cannot be lost must not be lost.

Wen Cheng's mother quickly grabbed the wheelchair and held down the flustered Wen Cheng: "What are you going to tell me, you have bad legs and you want to go to the sky!"

"I'm looking for a red rope." Wen Cheng was a little anxious: "It's mellow. He usually tied it around his ankle. He tore it off a few days ago and I picked it up and put it away. I can't throw it away. It's me—— "

"Alcohol is carrying it."

Wen Cheng was stunned, and looked up at his mother: "...what?"

"I saw it when he was leaving in the morning, the red string on his ankle, the one with the bell?"

Wen Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, regained his composure from the daze, lowered his head and laughed, "That's good."

It's fine if you don't lose it.

Looking up at the balcony, the morning sun is really warm.

Inadvertently, he saw a rose on the bedside. The rose was still stained with water, as if it had just been picked from the outside, and it was so delicate and beautiful.

As if thinking of something, the arc of the lips lifted slightly.

Mo Ostrovsky School of Business——

"You said how did you, an art student, end up in a business school?"

The remote art building is just like the original dance building. It seems to be isolated, standing lonely in a corner of the campus, and it is very humble to go to the main building to go to class.

The studio on the first floor is sunny, and there are no students staying at school on weekends. Now there are only two people in the studio.

It was Huololol and Duanmu Xuanyu.

"If I wasn't here, I wouldn't be able to meet you." Duanmu Xuanyu smiled softly.

The palette is adjusted to a beautiful sky blue, and the outline of the sky falling on the drawing board appears.

Huo Xuechun sat on the sidelines and watched Duanmu Xuanyu's paintings in amazement. As expected, someone like him who has no artistic talent can only appreciate such art by relying on the system to give him golden fingers.

Although he doesn't understand it, it doesn't prevent him from appreciating it.

Then when I heard Duanmu Xuanyu's words, I turned my face away unnaturally: "Don't say that, it's embarrassing, you know I—"

"I know you're married, but your partner doesn't love you, does he?" Duanmu Xuanyu changed his brush and dropped a rose on the painting. It was so delicate and lifelike that people couldn't help but sigh.

Huo Xuechun: "..." For a moment, I felt a little bit heartbroken, although I didn't love him anymore, but I haven't said anything yet, I propped my chin and curled my lips: "I can wait."

"Are you not wronged?"

Hololol looked at the outline of the rose on the drawing board, as if he was distracted by something, tapped his cheek with his fingertips: "I am wronged, but I am not lost because..."

Because only expecting can wait.

If he doesn't even have expectations, he won't waste time waiting. He is not a fool. He is waiting for a hope that can be expected. This hope is close at hand. As long as he waits patiently, it will appear.

Just like when he was waiting for that rose.

Just wait and it will appear.

"because I like it."

Duanmu Xuanyu's hand paused slightly, and the rose under the brush was a little more, like fallen petals, but more like crushed and fallen petals.

The smile on the lips became bitter: "Really? So I don't have any hope anymore, right?"

Huo Xuechun looked at Duanmu Xuanyu with his head sideways: "There are so many boys in this world that you can choose from, but you chose me who is the farthest away from you. The art department and the management department are the furthest in this school." two majors."

"But we still met." Duanmu Xuanyu drew a drop of dew on the petals, carefully and extremely gentle: "Although our majors are completely different, we still met a romantic encounter, didn't we?"

Hololol: "..." Actually, he doesn't know, it's really embarrassing, it seems that there is no topic to chat to death.

So I quickly changed the subject: "Oh, I haven't finished that painting yet, you have to teach me."

He is not very good at handling such awkward topics, so let's avoid the serious ones.

"Wait until I finish painting this rose in full bloom in the sun." Duanmu Xuanyu painted unhurriedly, and the slow and meticulous painting style is full of healing colors.

"Why only one rose?" Huo Shanol didn't understand the composition of these pictures, he just felt that there was only one rose under the sun, which looked a bit monotonous.

"Because you, like a rose, are unique."

Hololol: "..." Wen Cheng! ! !Look at Duanmu Xuanyu! ! !

Touching the back of his head unnaturally, people are really more popular than people. Duanmu Xuanyu really deserves to learn painting, and his degree of romance is no less than that of Wen Cheng. Wen Cheng of this level is indeed a little bit inferior .

"Wen Cheng is willing to hurt you like this, it's really reckless." Duanmu Xuanyu put down the last stroke, and looked at the gouache painting with satisfaction: "If you were mine, I would hold you in the palm of my hand and take care of you tenderly. I wouldn't be willing to let people hurt you. But Wen Cheng is willing to scold you and wants to lock you up. Such a rude man is not worthy of you."

Huo Xuechun: "..." What's the matter with being so uncomfortable in his heart? What's wrong with his Wen Cheng?

"If you love you, you should think about you, instead of choosing to restrict your freedom. Why do you choose to accept such forced love?" Duanmu Xuanyu put the painting on the easel beside him, then stood up and changed Another canvas was placed in front of Hololol.

This picture is a previously unfinished painting.

Already outlined is the dark sky, and the lightning that shuttles between the clouds, and there is a white and blue house under the dark sky, which seems to be the only bright color under the dark sky, but it makes the style of painting look a bit depressing.

Huo Xuechun stared at the white and blue house in the painting in front of him, and his eyes turned red after a while.

"Last time you said that you own such a house but it is covered with dark clouds. You have never seen a clear sky. It rains every day outside the window, and you feel uncomfortable every day. Standing by the window, you are looking forward to the day when you can Sunny, so what are you looking forward to, are you looking forward to Wencheng coming to pick you up?" Duanmu Xuanyu adjusted the palette and handed the brush to Huo Shanchun.

Huo Xuechun looked at the paintbrush that Duanmu Xuanyu handed over, and his fingertips trembled slightly.

The emotion at the bottom of his eyes was like that of the deep sea. Since the turbulent waves were brewing undulating arcs, he pursed his lips and held the pen, and the scene he saw unexpectedly that day appeared in his mind again.

He remembered that his mother beat him for a long time that day, although it was very painful, but he didn't say a word, because his mother was sick and didn't dare to provoke her anymore, forbearance would make his mother stop faster than distress.

But a sudden rainstorm made his mother stop beating and scolding ahead of time, and subconsciously went to pack his clothes. He got a breathing space, turned around and opened the window.

If he couldn't breathe anymore, he felt that he would suffocate to death in this house.

Resisting the pain in his body, he opened the window and let the rain slap on his face. He was terrified when he heard the thunder, because that was how his father was taken away by the police on that rainy night, crying, making noise, mixed with thunder Together, let his whole world collapse.

He hated rain and thunder, but now he felt relieved.

Just inadvertently, he saw a black figure standing on the top floor of the opposite house.

It was a man, dressed in black, holding a white umbrella, like a deadly messenger of hell appearing under the dark sky, only the white umbrella was the most eye-catching in the evening.

There is also the abrupt red string on the white umbrella.

red string...

Looking down at his left ankle, the red rope is tied to the left foot, which involves the position closest to the heart.

He remembered that after seeing the red rope that night, the red rope appeared in his hand the next day, and it was given to him by the grandmother across the street.

——Child, tie the red rope on your left foot, and bless you to grow up healthy and happy, and be safe every year.

At that time, he was still thinking that there was no possibility for him to grow up healthy and happy, and he was injured every day, and he was asked to point out by his classmates when he returned to school.

But he didn't expect that there would be unexpected changes after tying the red rope.

Although his father left, and his mother chose the most extreme suicide in the end, unbearably humiliated, he survived adversity, just like the white umbrella he saw that night.

Become the light that supports him to stand up in the dark night.

He thought to himself, maybe it was the soul-snatcher, maybe he was going to be beaten to death by his mother that night, and then the soul-snatcher didn't take him away because he was pitiful.

A little black was stained on the brush, and he was painting the soul on the canvas, and he didn't know how to paint. He just drew the outline of a human figure very simply. He was covered in black. It was the soul robbing messenger he saw, standing on the balcony , staring at his home.

In memory, the Soul Reaper was still holding a white umbrella.

I changed the brush and dipped it in white paint to draw the outline.

The author has something to say: It’s not that simple~ you can find it~

Wen Cheng is a very magical character, you may not even guess it~

Definitely can't think of der~

Bunny's day has started again!Do you have your wallet ready? !

There is another update in the morning, praise me!

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[Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine:]

Drink more water, read more newspapers, eat less snacks 5;

[Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution:]

Now, 10 bottles;

10 bottles of small flowers;

1 bottle of Shangfei;

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