Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

When Sun Qiao and Pan Lin were 26 years old, they were invited to Pan Rongyi's wedding. The bride was Jian Xinmei, whom they met once. The wedding was scheduled for the first Saturday after Sun Qiao's birthday.

The end of the new year is approaching, and festive songs are playing in the streets and alleys. Sun Qiao just got out of a banquet to answer the phone, and when he returned to the wine table, he was laughed at by everyone. Obtaining a certificate and getting married, this has almost become a well-known news in the well-informed City A. From time to time, at the wine table, there are business partners joking, saying that Mr. Sun cares about the family.

Sun Qiao smiled, holding a transparent glass wine glass in his hand, without explaining.

When he returned home from the show, the sky had already started to snow. The driver drove Sun Qiao to the gate of the villa. When Sun Qiao got out of the car, the cold snow fell on his body, stopped and melted.

When he got home, Pan Lin lay on the cloth sofa and watched TV. He only turned on one light in the kitchen. The fluorescent light emitted by the LCD TV made him drowsy. The platinum ring on the ring finger of his left hand shone translucent In the dim light, Pan Lin heard the movement, and sat up from the sofa. The light gray blanket covering his body crumpled into a ball with his movements.

Sun Qiaoshi poured a glass of warm water and sat down at the dining table to drink it. The coldness that hadn't dissipated all over his body, Pan Lin walked over and hugged him.

"What's wrong?" Sun Qiao asked.

Pan Lin shook his head in a muffled voice, and embraced Sun Qiao from behind even harder. His delicate chin rested on Sun Qiao's right shoulder, and said softly, "I miss you so much, Qiao'er."

Sun Qiao turned around and looked at him with raised eyebrows, "What... do you mean?"

The 26-year-old Pan Lin is already a perfect adult man. Unlike Sun Qiao, he does not need to inherit any family business or travel for money. A few years after graduating from university, Pan Lin first helped He mastered the operation of the entire headquarters and the handover of important projects. Later, Pan Lin told Sun Qiao that he didn't want to do it, so he resigned and concentrated on learning painting, oil painting, color science, and analysis of famous paintings, as long as it was related to painting. He learns everything.

So while Sun Qiao became the real power of the company, he also became an unofficial private model—the kind that sometimes needs to take off his clothes.

Pan Lin shrugged his shoulders, his long eyelashes drooping to block the thoughts in his eyes, he scratched his chin with his fingers stained with paint, "Don't think too much, what I said is meaningless," Pan Lin suddenly Somewhat discouraged, he led Sun Qiao to the studio on the second floor, and said as he walked, "It's the painting I told you last time that I conceived for two months. Today, I lose my emotions while painting. It's so annoying. very."

Sun Qiao let Pan Lin hold him, holding hot water in his right hand. The warm water passed over the porcelain cup to Sun Qiao's palm. After taking a sip of the hot water, Sun Qiao nodded, "I have an impression, so What did you say that you miss me to create an atmosphere? To inspire you?"

"hey-hey."

Hearing Pan Lin's flattering laughter, Sun Qiao subconsciously thought of the other's appearance with two small canine teeth showing, and then shook his hand viciously.

Pan Lin, who felt the strength, turned his head and smiled nicely.

This is probably the first time that Pan Lin showed Sun Qiao this so-called 'painting that has been conceived for a long time'. The yellowish canvas is flat and neat, with light blue and grass green as the basic colors, and bright yellow and high-grade gray as the auxiliary colors. The picture composed of the main four colors is bright and lively, with vigorous vitality—it is a painting with a slight shadow of the finished product. Sun Qiao looked at it for a while, then held a cup and said, "Who are you painting?"

He could vaguely see that something was lying on its stomach.

Pan Lin didn't seem to care that Sun Qiao didn't recognize the person in the painting, and said while arranging the palette next to the shelf, "You."

Hearing the answer, Sun Qiao moved closer to the drawing board, then shook his head, "Forgive my blindness." He really didn't realize that the person inside was him.

Pan Lin, who was squatting on the ground to pick up paint tubes, suddenly laughed a few times, as if Sun Qiao's words made him feel happy. His laughter was full of audible happiness. Pan Lin looked confused.

"It's okay, it's okay, don't worry about me." Pan Lin smiled, and took a few tubes of paint and threw them into the trash can beside him. He asked Sun Qiao if he would go to Pan Rongyi's wedding banquet, but Sun Qiao didn't expect Pan Lin The topic changed so quickly, and he didn't ask what he was laughing at, and said of course.

On the day when Pan Jian was overjoyed, Sun Qiao and Pan Lin went there with wedding invitations.

As expected of the famous Pan family, the wedding banquet was held at the most famous Morgan Manor on the outskirts of the city. The open-air grassland of hundreds of square meters was sweetly and elegantly decorated with pink balloons and ribbons, and even the air was filled with happiness.The wedding was all Western-style, and the entrance was made of thousands of pink roses in the shape of an arch. When Sun Qiao walked in, he felt that it was too pink and tender.

The area where gifts are placed at the entrance has been filled with all kinds of gift boxes, and several waiters in black uniforms are cleaning up, as if to create another area.

Pan Lin was walking beside Sun Qiao. He was wearing a blue-gray formal suit today, which was different from Sun Qiao's dark blue. He was wearing a light-colored silk shirt inside. The neckline was buttoned neatly because of the cold weather. On the outside, he was wearing the same style of black windbreaker as Sun Qiao. Sun Qiao glanced at him and asked in a low voice, "Cold?"

Pan Lin shook his head and said it was okay.

It is true that today is not as cold as the previous few days, and even the sun, which has not been seen for a long time, has leaked a little bit. Sun Qiao felt a little warmth, and did not speak anymore.

"Are you really here? Sun Qiao, Pan Lin, welcome!" Pan Rongyi was in a very good spirits, his eyes lit up when he saw the two of them. He is four years older than Pan Lin, and he is now in his thirties , mature and stable, a well-known entrepreneur in City B, Pan Rongyi was obviously in a good mood at this time, and strode towards the direction of the two of them.

Sun Qiao raised his hand to hold it, then let it go, and said with a smile, "The wedding invitations have all been sent here. Even if I don't give you face, I have to give my sister-in-law face." He casually put one hand on Pan Lin's shoulder, " Do you think so, Pan Lin?"

Pan Lin looked at the person with the same surname Pan in front of him, and nodded while holding his glasses.

Pan Rong laughed loudly, his movements were completely different from when he was young, "I don't care, just give me face when you come here! Then what, Xiao Lin, your sister-in-law has been nagging you for many days, you go over Seeing her will make her feel at ease, otherwise I won't be able to feel at ease tonight!" After saying that, she smiled ambiguously, and gave the two of them a look of 'you understand'.

Before Pan Lin could react, he was pushed inside by the other party, "Go up the spiral staircase on the left, she told you to go to her when she came, don't worry, it's all right!"

Sun Qiao took a glass of champagne from the tray of the attendant who passed by, took a sip, and it turned out to be strawberry flavored. When he put down the glass, a voice stopped him. Sun Qiao turned his head and saw that it was the champagne with Pan Lin left Pan Rongyi.

"Are you really the groom?"

"...Yes," Pan Rongyi asked, "What's wrong?"

Sun Qiao waved his hand, "It's nothing, I just feel that you are idle." Otherwise, there are him everywhere.

Pan Rong couldn't explain it for a while. He looked at the perkin ring on Sun Qiao's left ring finger and was slightly stunned.

"Is Pan Lin doing well?"

"You should ask him that question, not me."

"I...I know," Pan Rongyi's expression was exactly the same as that at Sun Qiao and Pan Lin's wedding ceremony back then. He frowned and lowered his head and said, "It's just that when this person gets worried, he..."

"The older I get, the more I think about it." He smiled wryly, not at all the joy he had when he first met Sun Qiao and Pan Lin. "It's true that I asked the wrong question."

Sun Qiao sneered, he took a sip of the strawberry-flavored wine, squinted his eyes and said, don't mind, what kind of old town is 30 years old, don't come here.

What Pan Rongyi dislikes the most is Sun Qiao's appearance. He always feels that Sun Qiao's arrogant arrogance will definitely make Pan Lin feel wronged after marriage, even though he alone warned Sun Qiao not to allow it when they got married. Bullying Pan Lin, but Sun Qiao didn't seem to take this kind of warning seriously. One year later, Pan Rongyi still couldn't let Pan Lin, a cousin who wholeheartedly refused to associate with the Pan family, talk about his recent situation, but he couldn't let Pan Lin. One of them was alone, so he had no choice but to listen to Sun Qiao's words.

"Don't worry, even if he cries, he will cry in my arms." Sun Qiao said casually.

As soon as Pan Rong looked at the man in front of him who had grown into a man who could support a huge family business, from the man's sharp and deep eyebrows to the shining Perkin ring, he forced himself to suppress the ambivalence in his heart, "Wait In the beginning of the new year, you will be 27, right?"

After a moment of silence, Sun Qiao nodded. Pan Rong raised his hand and patted Sun Qiao's shoulder. Without saying anything, he turned and walked into the bustling crowd to meet other guests.

Sun Qiao put his hands in the pockets of the black windbreaker, and rubbed the cigarette case in the pocket with his right index finger, but did not take it out to smoke. He looked up at the pale sky, and exhaled heavily.

A middle-aged man wearing a pastor's attire holds a Bible in his hand, and the 12-meter-long wedding dress skirt is held by six lovely flower girls. There are traces of walking on the brand-new fresh red plush carpet, and the outermost orchestra is playing the holy Pan Rongyi stood at the end of the red carpet, watching Jian Xinmei walk towards him slowly step by step.

The process was sacred and solemn, and all the guests were silent to offer their deepest blessings to the couple.

The pastor reads the oath to the newcomers: whether it is prosperity or adversity, wealth or poverty...

Pan Lin said: "Whether it's good times or bad times, rich or poor, healthy or sick, happy or sad, I will always love you, cherish you, and be loyal to you forever and ever."

His volume was small, his voice reverent.

"What are you doing?" Sun Qiao lowered his head and asked him.

Pan Lin took Sun Qiao's hand and wrote stroke by stroke in his big palm: I'm talking to you.

Sun Qiao felt the slight itching and numbness caused by his fingertips running across his palms. After knowing what the other party wrote, even his brows and eyes were slightly smiling. He wrapped his arms around Pan Lin's waist and put his arms behind the other's ears, "Wow Oh', the thin lips and ear tips brushed lightly, and goose bumps appeared on both of their bodies.

Pan Lin pushed him not sincerely, "There is someone behind."

Sun Qiao didn't want to do anything at first, shrugged, let go of his hands and continued to look at the two protagonists beside the pastor, but Pan Lin didn't get distracted to give others a little attention, he took Sun Qiao's hand again, Slowly start writing in the opponent's palm.

Brushing strokes carefully, if Sun Qiao looked down at Pan Lin at this moment, he would find some kind of extremely suppressed compassion on Pan Lin's face.

Pan Lin wrote: I can read minds.

Also wrote: I feel like my time is approaching.

Also wrote: I am selfish.

Finally write: Sun Qiao.

A few lively cheers erupted, like a key to unlock the silence, everyone in the auditorium cheered, clamoring jokes like "kiss", "kiss with tongue", Sun Qiao took back what was used as a blackboard Putting his right hand into his pocket, he looked down at Pan Lin, "What?"

It may be because he hasn't seen Sun Qiao's expression for a long time. Pan Lin didn't even dare to lift his head. He tried his best to control his trembling hands. After some inner struggle, Pan Lin raised his head. He tried to pull Sun Qiao's hand. Feeling the other person's body temperature, but Sun Qiao turned his body sideways and did not let him touch it. Pan Lin bit his lip and looked at him with red eyes.

"You mean, you're going to die?"

Pan Lin nodded hesitantly. His lips were bitten by himself and were red, as if they were about to bleed, which made his face whiter. "That painting is your birthday present next year... Next year, you can only Got it."

Sun Qiao sneered, and looked at him nonchalantly, "Just a broken painting?"

Pan Lin was not angry, he stood quietly on the spot, like a rooted lotus flower, he stubbornly touched Sun Qiao again, pulled Sun Qiao's sleeve again, Sun Qiao looked at it with calm and sharp eyes, Did not escape.His slender fingers ran up Sun Qiao's sleeves and rested on his left shoulder. Pan Lin pressed his forehead against Sun Qiao's shoulder, and said Sun Qiao's name, sighing in a low voice: "Sun Qiao, Sun Qiao...I've already started to miss you."

Sun Qiao was silent for a while, and said, "Read, what's on my mind?"

Pan Lin's smile pierced through Sun Qiao's chest. He bit Sun Qiao's shoulder blades with his sharp canine teeth, and said to Sun Qiao vaguely, "I can't guess, Qiao'er, you don't have a heart."

"You're too selfish." Sun Qiao scolded Pan Lin, feeling the numbness on his shoulder, which was neither painful nor itchy.

Pan Lin hummed, and echoed, "I'm too selfish."

Sun Qiao said: "I like selfish people."

Pan Lin scolded him for being retarded.

Sun Qiao said, "The mentally handicapped like you."

"Ugh..."

Sun Qiao felt the coolness on his shoulders, and belatedly realized—Pan Lin was crying.

The two of them sat in the auditorium for a long time after the guests and hosts had finished. Pan Lin told Sun Qiao that mind-reading people like them had existed in the early years of the Pan family, and only one person would appear in three or four generations. The seventh mind reader since the record, his ability gradually becomes stronger with age, and when he becomes stronger to a certain extent, he will die, and his life span will not exceed 30 years old.

Sun Qiao said that he felt like he was listening to a myth.

Pan Lin smiled, but the smile was not deep. He said that he always thought that he was living in a mythical world, until he found that only he was different from other people in the world, and the world collapsed.

Sun Qiao lay on the back of the wooden chair and listened to Pan Lin's words until dusk, when the dim yellow sunset poured into the auditorium, the holy stone carvings were covered by light, and there was no other sound around him. Sun Qiao leaned over and wanted to call Pan Lin home , the system made a long-lost sound.

[Mission target has died. ]

Sun Qiao raised his hand and pressed on Pan Lin's neck artery and paused for a few seconds, then let go of his hand and let out a soft sigh.

[Distressed? ] Brother Tong seemed to have just woken up, with a subtle laziness in his voice.

[That's not true, it's just that the plot was unexpected.] Sun Qiao stood up from the wooden chair and straightened the limp Pan Lin, [I thought he would live a long life. ]

Sun Qiao smoked a cigarette and chatted with the system for a while, and the system asked Sun Qiao if he wanted to do a space jump directly—the previous world mission was completed beautifully, and based on the reward, Sun Qiao had a chance to make a space jump.

Sun Qiao smiled and shook the cigarette between his fingers. He looked at Pan Lin's body and said no hurry, I still have human nature.

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