Drama masters ask so much [Quick Transmigration]

"Alcoholic."

When he opened the door of the ward, he saw his mother sitting on the edge of the bed, in a good state of mind, knitting something with wool.

"Mom." He called softly. This address made him feel strange but uncomfortable.

Although I know that all of this is false, it is still inevitable that I will be sad.

This time the discrepancy is that his mother is still fine, and now she is sent to a nursing home to recuperate, and the expenses are not paid by him. She is another angel called a good-hearted person.

He wanted to know who this person was, but he couldn't think of anyone else who would be so kind to him except Wen Cheng.

"Come here, mom has knitted a scarf for you, let mom see if the color looks good." Mother Huo tied up the scarf, and then handed the yellow scarf to Huo Shanol.

Huo Xuechun went to the bed and sat down. He took the scarf knitted by his mother, his heart was sore but warm. The softness of the scarf seemed to touch the softest place in his heart, the place where he buried his emotions deeply. Now touched again.

There are too many regrets, although the game makes him do it again, but some regrets are regrets after all, they can only make him feel relieved.

"Put it on quickly and show it to mom." Huo's mother urged, with a complaining tone, she became a little like a child after getting sick.

Huolol put on the scarf obediently. The scarf in summer was not so hot that he almost sent him away, but it was hand-woven by his mother, no matter how hot it was, he had to wear it for his mother to see.

The bright yellow color makes the young man's lips red and white, which is more eye-catching than the sunlight outside the window.

Huo's mother touched Huo Chunchun's head contentedly: "Mom already knew that Chunchun must look good on it, and your father will come later, so your father will praise you too."

Hearing this, Huo Chunchun's lips pulled a bitter arc, and he grasped the sides of the scarf slightly, how should he tell Huo's mother, stop talking, let her live in her own world, Instead of living in reality, it would be better to be happy in one's own world or it would be better.

He was too rational before, trying to make his mother normal, but he didn't expect that some things would change fundamentally.

The love between parents tends to flow longer than vigorously. Although there is no strong love shown in daily life, mother regards father as more important than life. He is the world and oxygen. Even breathing will become thinner.

So

When she learned of her father's death, her mother would choose the most extreme way to leave this world unacceptably.

If this is not love, then what is.

To a certain extent, he felt the parents' interpretation of love. Such unforgettable love always happens in vigorous events, and it can only be reflected in such events. Otherwise, anyone's love will be vigorous if nothing happens.

So he and Wencheng will be like that?

Although the plot of the game is not very dramatic, it taught him a lot, taught him love, taught him to express love bravely, and taught him how to love others and how to teach others to love others.

It was the same man who taught him all this.

"Mom, I have someone I like." He said softly.

Although he knew that his mother was also a fake, he wanted her to know.

This is the time to share happiness with my mother.

Huo's mother was still knitting a scarf with her head down, this time she was holding gray wool: "I have to knit a scarf for your father too. It's cold and your father is always on the construction site. I'm afraid he won't be warm."

"I like him very much." Huo Alcohol looked at Huo's mother knitting stitch by stitch, and every time the wool and needle intertwined and shuttled seemed to be infused with love: "But I don't know who he is, Mom, what do I do?"

"Your father really likes gray. When we first met, he was dressed in gray and wearing glasses. I thought he was a teacher. I didn't expect him to be an engineer on a construction site. He was always ashamed, but he still He pays great attention to personal image." Mother Huo said with a happy smile, and her chubby face was raised with sensuality: "Although he doesn't speak very much and is often not at home, your father is a very caring man. He A good man."

Huo Xuechun listened to what he had said to him, he had no one to talk to, the only one he had was his mother.

When mom said it, he also said it. The two of them seemed to be speaking their minds on different channels, and the mood would be much better when they said it.

"I really want to introduce him to your mother." He said and held his mother's hand: "Mom, will you like him?"

If his bold guess is true, then Wen Cheng will definitely appear after he completes the task, thinking of this may make him more eager to end this world.

Wen Cheng's wish is to be with him forever, even if the world fails, he will not stop.

This is what Ai Duoduo said, whether the game succeeds or fails, it will not go back and restart, it will only move forward.

Just like what Wen Cheng said, let him go forward and go forward together.

That means that something unexpected will happen to him ahead, but now he begins to boldly guess this unexpected thing, that is, Wen Cheng will be waiting for him at the end.

Wen Cheng is so good, even if some characters give him a headache, he still likes them.

He really likes it, and really wants to see Wencheng.

Can the wish of this level be saved until the moment of meeting?

The smile in the bottom of the eyes reflected such expectations without omission, and the smile wrapped in the fine luster made the appearance look radiant.

It is the expectation for the future.

He finally began to look forward to the future.

"I like it." Huo's mother bowed her head and smiled shyly. She looked at the gray wool in her hand: "Your father is so good. He has always been kind. When we first met, he didn't even hit cockroaches. He would rather drive them away." If you don’t do it, I laughed at him for being stupid. If you don’t beat him to death, it will be troublesome to clean up the whole room. He just said that with him, I don’t need to think about these things.”

"Your father, he will make a donation every month. He said that one must accumulate virtue in order to have blessings. Even if the blessings don't come to him, they will come to you. You are named after your father. , Alcohol, means pure and pure, your father and I love you purely, this is the name we gave you to express the purest love to you."

"Your father is a person who is not good at expressing. He puts his love for you in every detail. He may not feel it at first glance, but as long as you think about it carefully, he is really everywhere. So such a person How could he be a bad guy?"

Hololol's brain buzzed, as if something was pulled out of the details when he was telling it.

He watched the sweet smile on his mother's face slowly fade away and was replaced by extremely sad grief. His eyes immediately turned red, and tears fell as soon as he said it. He tightly clutched the wool in his hand, and even pinched his own arm with extreme force.

"Your father is not a bad person, how could he be a bad person, how could he cut corners!!!" Huo's mother held Huo Alcohol's hand tightly and cried hard: "I hypnotize myself every day, he is really doing it! Wrong, so he deserved what he deserved, he deserved it, but no..."

Huo's mother's expression became a little dazed, as if she was thinking of something: "He was framed, your father is such a good person, and he can't even step on something so excessive as a cockroach, so how dare he cut corners and cause an engineering accident? In this world Everyone in the world can question him, only I can't question him, but why should I hypnotize myself to believe that this is what your father deserves."

Holol froze completely.

He finally understood the inexplicable and reappearing plot line of his parents.

He looked at his mother who collapsed in pain and suddenly understood why she didn't even have the courage to live, because her mother loved her husband deeply and believed that her husband was innocent but was forced to say that he deserved it. It is a thousand times more uncomfortable to lose.

The buried fact was swallowed up by reality, did he want to tell him the truth here?

He is accusing him of being blinded by reality, how painful it is for his mother, because he has countless times to make mother sober, why do you still have to believe that the established fact.

But what my mother said this time should not be false.

So what does this plot want to tell him?

The next second he saw his mother suddenly turn over from the bed and run to the balcony, his pupils shrank suddenly, he seemed to have a premonition of the unbearable scene in the past, and he rushed towards the balcony like an arrow from Li Xuan.

But when he saw his mother standing unsteadily on the balcony and smiling at him, he didn't dare to move.

"Qianchun, you don't believe in mother, you don't believe in love, you don't believe that the loyalty of love can make me trust your father unconditionally."

He was stunned, listening to what his mother cried to him.

Sure enough, this game is no longer a simple matter of allowing him to fulfill the wish of the host, and the careful planning step by step has shown its embryonic form.

But now he believes in love, is there still time?

Carefully approaching the balcony, he stretched out his hand towards his mother, his eyes moist: "Mom, I was wrong, I believed it, can you come down?"

He doesn't want to see things like the past again, now he understands, don't let him see it again, okay?

The sunshine outside was wanton, just like the tranquility before the rainstorm was foretelling him before the dark clouds came that day. Under the sunny weather, an accident that was destined to happen would still come.

"Alcohol, go forward, go a little further." Huo's mother pushed back, her figure seemed to melt into the sunlight, and the smile on her face became transparent: "You have to learn to trust people, Learn to love."

As soon as he finished speaking, Huo Shanchun saw his mother fall downstairs.

"mom!!!!"

He couldn't hold back his emotions anymore and let out a heart-piercing roar. The moment he rushed to the balcony, he rushed forward and grabbed his mother's feet.

His face was extremely red from the force, and he couldn't sustain the strength to fight against gravity like this for a long time.

But what can he do, he can't let his mother leave like this.

Who can come and save him...

Wen Cheng, where are you?

He clenched his teeth so hard that he accidentally bit his mouth and tasted blood, but he didn't dare to let go. If he let go, he would be finished, really completely finished.

"Alcohol, let go."

The next second he felt that his eyes were covered, and all the strength in his body disappeared the moment the cover was closed, and the voice of Wen Cheng came from beside his ears.

In an instant, he let go of the tension all over his body, and he was covered in sweat.

"It's all fake, you have to remember that it's all fake, so keep going forward, don't believe anyone, just trust me."

The author has something to say: hee hee one update, I'll see if I can get a second update tonight