Drama masters ask so much [Quick Transmigration]

"I have a family, he will be proud of me, he will hold a parent meeting for me, and he will wait for me at the door when I take the college entrance examination, I am not a poor person."

These resolute words echoed in the classroom, but they were extremely sad.

Students who don't know will think that the boy is wrong, poking someone's sadness, this sentence sounds like pretending to be strong, but it also sounds really uncomfortable.They are still young, and no one has experienced the pain of their parents leaving their side, nor can they understand how painful such pain is, let alone how much courage it takes to say such words to comfort themselves.

The young and energetic Huo Chunchun is a proud child of heaven in his studies, and because of his wealthy family, he has an indifference that is hard to get close to, and because of his good studies, he has become a role model for teachers and parents.

But when students are still in school, the most disgusting thing among students is to use grades to compare, especially boys. Once boys are compared with boys, especially the one being compared will definitely be very upset.A lot of boys in the class are often compared with Huolol by their parents, and Huolol doesn't play with them, so naturally they don't like Huolol.

There is also a feeling of making things worse, and they are not idle eggs and have nothing to do to comfort them. They are much more gloating than pitiful, because this is a good opportunity to bully Huolhan, who made Huolhan's academic performance so good? It is to compare with them.

So the ones who don't feel distressed are some boys who have poor grades and are not happy.

Huo Xuechun put the pen back on the table, looked at the boy lightly and repeated again: "I have a family, he will wait for me."

After speaking, he turned and left the classroom.

If someone looked back carefully, they would find that the hands hanging by their sides were tightly clenched, as if they were using their strength to endure their grievances.

The moment he stepped out of the classroom, his eyes were red.

The previous him seemed not qualified to say this, because he had no family at that time, his father had left him, and his mother had also left him, and he was really the only one. Even he could not convince himself of such words.

But this time he was telling the truth.

He still has Wencheng.

Wen Cheng is his family, and there is such a person by his side, who has never disappeared like a patron saint, and will appear when he needs it.

So who said that no one is proud of him, no one holds a parent-teacher meeting for him, and no one waits for him outside the college entrance examination room.

Yes, at the Wencheng Conference.

He looked down at the red rope on his ankle, and his eyes became even more red.

[Togo, if I know that you are lying to me at the end of the game, I will really complain to you. 】

He didn't hear Ai Duoduo's response, but he thought of the man in the white suit he saw in the wine cellar before.

The voice was all too familiar.

The most rigorous and serious system prompt sound is this sound.

So he already has good reasons to doubt that Wen Cheng will appear in reality.

teacher's office--

The homeroom teacher looked at Huo Chunchun in front of him with some distress: "Qingan, can you still hold on?"

"I can." Hololol nodded firmly.

He felt the teacher in charge's pity and distressed eyes, but this time he was no longer the Huolanol who couldn't bear his grievances before, how could he let himself be wronged after going through so much.

There is nothing to be sad about knowing the ending.

This time he can complete the regret that he has never completed, that is, he will continue to move forward without hesitation.

brave, fearless.

Then hand the back to Wen Cheng.

The head teacher thought he was holding on, and sighed: "Son, if you have any difficulties, you can tell the teacher, the school will also increase the amount of scholarship to help you, and there are angel philanthropists who also want to help you, you don't have to worry too much about it." Worried about reading."

Huo Xuechun's eyes flickered when he heard the word scholarship: "Which philanthropist?"

"I'm not too sure about this, I probably know it's Wen."

The bridge of Huo Xuechun's nose started to sore when he heard the word Wen, so what did he miss before, a man who had been silently guarding him by his side all the time.

Is it that without this game he would have missed it forever.

"By the way, tonight's parent meeting—"

"I have parents." Huo Chunchun directly interrupted the head teacher, he looked at the head teacher and said affirmatively: "My parents will come, teacher, you don't have to worry about my affairs."

Class teacher: "..." Could it be some kind of seven aunts and eight aunts?

Holol's gaze fell out of the window, and the cicadas were still roaring wantonly in midsummer, and such sounds would continue for a while, until they burned out their lives.

So is he.

In the summer of that year, he did not choose to give up death to end his own life, everything was destined, and the person who made him survive was still working hard to get close to him.

Then he also has to work hard to get closer alive.

He wants to find Wencheng.

After you find Wencheng, you must hug him tightly.

Then he said to Wencheng:

--finally found you.

This belief is like a burning candle in the dark, making him more and more looking forward to what will happen in the future, and he will know who Wencheng is.

So where will Wen Cheng appear and wait for him today?

He followed the rules to go to class and then leave school. He didn't choose to go to work tonight but planned to wait for Wen Cheng's appearance as an excuse. He knew that Wen Cheng was a vampire who would only appear when night fell, so he would wait here until night fell, just to Let Wen Cheng see him for the first time.

The boy with the schoolbag was squatting under the street lamp at the intersection. From a distance, it looked like a small mass, thin and fragile. If there was no street lamp to illuminate it, it would seem to be swallowed by darkness.

"Alcoholic."

Huo Xuechun suddenly raised his head when he heard the call, and at that moment he didn't have time to distinguish whose voice it was, because the speed of raising his head was faster than he could distinguish, and even the bottom of his calm eyes lit up because of the call.

But not the person he was waiting for.

The light at the bottom of the eyes dimmed slightly, like a candle being blown by the wind.

It hasn't gone out yet, it just shakes.

Because you have to wait and have expectations.

The old lady from the incense shop on the street hunched over and walked slowly to Huo Chunchun, and looked at him curiously: "Why haven't you come home after school? Is there no one in the family who is afraid? Do you want to go to your mother-in-law's house for a while?"

Everyone in the neighborhood knew that the Huo family's woman had been sent to a mental hospital. Although they didn't know where the Huo family got the money to afford such a high fee, the Huo family's children didn't look as pitiful as before.

It's as if someone is supporting the Huo family behind their backs.

Huo Xuechun watched the mother-in-law of the incense store walk up to him and shook his head with a smile: "I am waiting for my family, he is coming back soon, I want to wait for him here, so that I can see him first."

He wanted to see Wencheng at first glance.

The old woman felt a little sour when she heard this sentence. There must be something wrong with this child. Where is there any family back, this child is the only one left in the family.

"Qianchun, you have to grow up well and be strong. The future is still very long, so don't let yourself be overwhelmed. Those people will not make it difficult for you to have a child. If you have difficulties, you can come to your mother-in-law's house."

"Got it, mother-in-law, go home quickly, it's getting dark."

Hololol looked sideways at the last ray of light on the horizon being swallowed up, and darkness descended.Clouds dyed black gradually shrouded the night sky, the cold moon shuttled between the clouds, the wind picked up, and the clouds floated a little fast.

looks like it's going to rain.

Holding his knees and chin against his head, his eyelids drooped as if recalling something, and his eyes were a little depressed.

Seeing that it was going to rain, the old woman had to go home first, and by the way told the child to go home as soon as possible.

The alley was quiet again.

Hololol has been waiting, watching the ants passing by his feet while waiting, with one hand resting on his leg to support his head, and the other hand playing with the ant.

boom -

The light of lightning shuttled between the clouds, splitting the silent night sky, and the sound of thunder also broke the silence. Dark clouds covered the night sky, and a heavy rainstorm was about to fall.

【Alcohol, it's going to rain, go home quickly. 】

Ai Duoduo's voice sounded in his mind.

"I'm going to wait for Wencheng." Huo Chunchun looked down at the red rope on his left foot, and hooked it with his hand: "He will appear when it gets dark."

Ai Duoduo suddenly feels sorry for this guy, this is really the most distressed human being he has ever brought.

All the cuteness and happiness on the surface are just masks. Wearing it on the face all the time makes it think that Hololol really doesn't care about anything, and doesn't care about any grievances. No matter what, it's as if he is really strong.

Actually not strong at all.

Just because I got used to pretending, I believed that I was strong.

Fortunately, Wen Cheng came back from there.

It's just that he may return late tonight, after all, Wen Cheng, a blood clan, needs to overcome the tribulation.

The thunder continued, splitting the depths of the night, and the rainstorm was brewing in this prelude.

"...Aren't you coming yet?" Huo Shanol felt his legs go numb from squatting, and he looked sideways at the intersection and stretched his neck expectantly: "Could it be that I'm not squatting too clearly?"

It's drizzling.

[Qianchun, let's go, Wen Cheng may not come to you tonight. 】

"He will come, he said we'll see you tonight." Huo Chunol said seriously, his eyes fixed on the direction of the street, very stubborn: "He will definitely come, I've heard it all, he won't Lied to me."

The eye sockets gradually turned red, Wen Cheng would not lie to him.

Wen Cheng said goodbye, that is to say goodbye.

— Baby, see you tomorrow night.

He heard it.

The hand on the lap was clenched tightly, and the other hand was hooked on the red rope. Holding the red rope in the palm, the joints turned white with force, and he turned his head sideways and locked his eyes not far away.

The street is so dark, Wen Cheng couldn't find his way, so he didn't see him here, why don't he go to the door and wait for Wen Cheng.

But this is the entrance to Pantao Street. If Wen Cheng comes, he can see it at a glance. This is the most obvious position. If he changes his position, Wen Cheng will not be able to see him.

Still here.

His mind was full of Wencheng, and it was Wencheng that made his reason stunned. Once such expectations were buried deep in his heart, he would become greedy.

It was Wen Cheng who made him greedy, made him greedy to have a family, and allowed him to confidently say that he still had a family.

He told the head teacher that there will be a parent-teacher meeting tonight, and he won't be ridiculed by other students for not having parents, because he has Wencheng.

Wencheng is his family.

The eyelashes trembled between the drooping eyes, and the bottom of the eyes was covered with moisture: "...Wen Cheng, are you here?"

The whispering voice was trembling, and the imperceptible fear was like a demon rising in his heart. He didn't want to let his prepared expectations fail again, and he no longer admitted that Wenyue was a dream.

Wen Cheng is no longer a virtual person in his heart, but a person with warmth,

It is the person he loves deeply.

Bury your head between your arms.

The sound of thunder was still wanton, and the sound of broken cries was swallowed up in the night.

Da da da--

A steady sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer from not far away. The thunder was so loud, but it didn't cover up the sound of such footsteps. It seemed to be stepping on the heart, beating with the rhythm of the heart.

Hololol raised his head abruptly, his eyes fixed on the street corner.

The erratic light at the bottom of the eyes was instantly ignited, like a surrounded candle, the fire was not blown by the surrounding wind, it was scorching hot, and stared at the approaching people.

I saw a man approaching wearing a finely tailored black suit and holding a white umbrella in his hand.

The figure got closer and closer until it stopped in front of him.

He raised his head and looked at the owner of the umbrella.

The bottom of his eyes was completely covered with moisture, as if in a lifetime, he saw the one he had been thinking about day and night, the soul-recapturing envoy who stood on the roof on a rainy night and saved him, and kept him alive ever since.

Wen Cheng under the umbrella had a handsome smile on his face, bent slightly, and stretched out his hand towards him.

"Kids, go home."

The author has something to say: woo woo woo woo, the kids are back home, let's go home soon.

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