Bridge to Bridge [Quick Transmigration]

One day during the summer vacation of the third year of high school, Pan Lin called Sun Qiao from City A and asked him if he would like to come to City B. Sun Qiao was originally caught by his father as an intern at the company. He glanced at the calendar and said yes, So Sun Qiao bought a plane ticket that morning, and arrived in City B where Pan Lin was located three hours later.

The cool air-conditioning is turned on in the comfortable car, and the rare sun rains in City B. The hot golden sun is still high in the air, but the drizzle is also falling to the ground not to be outdone, and there are damp factors floating in the air, soft raindrops It hit the car window, and the man in the driver's seat pressed a button, causing the two black wipers to move slowly.

"I heard from Pan Lin that you have been admitted to University A?" The man in the driver's seat talked to Sun Qiao who was sitting in the back seat. place.

Pan Lin sat next to Sun Qiao, and the row behind was occupied by two people. He leaned against the car window, tilted his head, and stared at Sun Qiao with both eyes.

Sun Qiao leaned back on the leather seat, and didn't answer the question after hearing the question. He squeezed his eyelids and thought it was funny. When they first met, Pan Lin just casually introduced "This is my cousin". The introduction couldn't be more concise. I didn't expect this person to be too familiar, and he didn't treat himself as an outsider at all.

The man who didn't get an answer didn't feel embarrassed either. He wasn't a young man who just came out of the society anymore. He had gone to the sea when others didn't give him face. Such a small amount of prestige was not enough to make him change his face immediately, Pan Rong held the steering wheel with both hands, and glanced at Jian Xinmei who was sitting in the co-pilot. Jian Xinmei was holding a small mirror to fix her makeup. She was not in a hurry when she saw the eyes of the people next to her. She raised her chin and said with a chuckle: " University A is a well-known university in the country, and it seems that Xiao Lin has made friends as good as him," he said, patting the shoulder of Pan Rongyi, who was driving, "you are still thinking about it every day because you are afraid that the younger brother will be in the same place." You suffer hardships outside!"

Pan Lin mentioned to Sun Qiao that he is the youngest in his family, and all his peers are qualified to call him little brother.

Pan Lin and Sun Qiao sitting in the back haven't said a word since getting in the car. Jian Xinmei said a few more words as if to adjust the atmosphere, and Pan Rongyi echoed him. After several rounds, there was still no answer. Eiichi couldn't help frowning and glanced at the rearview mirror hanging above, this look almost broke his good temper - the two boys behind him just lay down and fell asleep in a mess ! !

Jian Xinmei turned her head and glanced curiously, her eyes paused unnaturally when she saw Sun Qiao who was sleeping soundly, and then she took it back, pinching the pink cosmetic bag she carried with her, and sneered: "I really treat myself as my own." Something happened."

I don't know who is talking about.

As soon as Pan Rong withdrew his eyes and drove seriously, his right thumb rubbed against the steering wheel, which was his signature action when he was thinking about something.

[This Pan family looks very strange. ]

Sun Qiao chatted with the system in his head, [Is that so, Brother Lao Tong, you analyze it? ]

[No, it’s not important anyway. ] Brother Tong refused.

Sun Qiao smiled, [I think this is a very crucial move. ]

[Oh? ]

Sun Qiao wanted to continue chatting with the system, but the car door was pulled open. He slightly opened his eyes and looked at the person standing outside the car door. After seeing the person clearly, Sun Qiao asked, "Are you there? So fast?"

Pan Lin hummed, "Get out of the car." His voice was the same as when Sun Qiao heard him speak for the first time, repelling others thousands of miles away.Sun Qiao sat and stretched, looked at the other person's appearance and hooked his fingers. He really just woke up, and his whole body exuded a sense of laziness.

"What—" the word 'what' was blocked back into Pan Lin's mouth by Sun Qiao's kiss.

Pan Lin still maintained his stooped posture. The touch on his lips was very real and incredibly soft. After Sun Qiao kissed him, he left quickly. He stepped out of the car door with his long legs. He yawned and rubbed the other person's head. , messing up his beautifully trimmed black hair, "Your expression just now looks like I bullied you."

"...Is there any?" Pan Lin muttered, arranging his tousled hair, and he led Sun Qiao to follow behind Pan Rongyi and Jian Xinmei, with a much more normal expression on his face than before.

Sun Qiao nodded casually, and said while admiring the surrounding natural scenery, "Yes, it's like I raped you."

This place is obviously a place where rich people can afford to live. It occupies a large area, with small streams flowing, winding paths paved with cobblestones, and many precious green plants are planted on both sides of the path. The top of the head is densely connected into one piece, with only a sliver of sunlight passing through the gaps in the leaves. It is a single-family house, elegant and grand, and it seems to be quite old.

Now if you take it out, you can’t get it without a thousand and 800 million.

Hearing this, Pan Lin gave Sun Qiao a sideways glance, thinking that this girl really can't speak.

Sun Qiao didn't care when he saw this, and said with a playful smile, "But why did you ask me to come here?" He added, "It's okay if you don't come, but I really suddenly remembered something when I came here."

"For my grandma's funeral." Pan Lin turned around and looked at Sun Qiao with calm and reserved eyes. His beautiful pure black pupils were filled with rare fragility and anxiety. He pursed his lips, "I passed away last night."

"I thought, let you meet her, okay?"

It was only then that Sun Qiao realized why Pan Lin was wearing all black today, and he didn't know how to react for a while. After all, nothing seemed to fit the current atmosphere, so he had no choice but to nod in the end. The matter was also left behind by him.

"By the way, what did you think of just now?" Pan Lin asked.

"……I forgot".Sun Qiao's innocent face.

"..." Pan Lin.

The Pan family is not the kind of big family that has been passed down for many years. They can only be regarded as very rich, very rich, very rich. They were once poor, but now they are rich. One generation, now many industries under the Pan family were initiated and founded by the two old people, including the well-known "Love for the Disabled Fund" and the first "Caring for the Deaf and Mute Fund Association" were also established by the two. At that time, the domestic social environment was not good. The group and factory established by the Pan family provided a reliable job for many people who had no jobs. Many people said that these two old people were really living Bodhisattvas. became a charity.

Later generations developed, and now Pan Lin's generation is already the third generation. Not only did the Pan family not decline, but they gained more development space and partners by relying on the good reputation and brand effect they had accumulated long ago—— The Jian family behind Jian Xinmei is also one of the partners.

Sun Qiao saw Mrs. Pan whose posthumous photo was hung in the middle of the condolence hall. The photo was black and white, but the old man inside was smiling happily. Her skin was covered with layers of wrinkles, and her eye sockets were sunken. , the black hair mixed with a lot of silver white, the slightly long hair was tied into an elegant bun, and was fixed behind the head by the shining jade hairpin. Although he was old, his eyes were sharp and bright. Sun Qiao stood Looking at those eyes in front of the lobby, I suddenly thought of Pan Lin for some reason.

Pan Lin finished socializing with some mourning relatives, and walked over to stand beside Sun Qiao.

"My grandma is the most outstanding woman I've ever seen," Pan Lin pinched a brocade handkerchief that someone had stuffed into him, presumably to wipe his tears, and Pan Lin took off the handkerchief that had been on the bridge of his nose. Glasses, wipe the spotless lenses with a handkerchief, the handsome facial features are not covered by the glasses, and they are all exposed to the air, Pan Lin looked indifferently, "I have always liked and respected her very much. I thought, if she died, I would cry so badly, so badly that you can’t recognize it, but I was wrong, I watched by the side when grandma died, it was very sad... tears Nothing comes out."

"Grandma will definitely call me a bastard again if she finds out."

Sun Qiao looked at Pan Lin's face, but didn't say anything to comfort him. It was strange enough for him to appear alone at someone's funeral without wearing a formal attire. At this time, if he could not be conspicuous, try not to be conspicuous, but Pan Lin insisted on acting indifferently. It really displeased him, so Sun Qiao asked him: "Does my grandma believe in Buddhism?"

Pan Lin paused for a moment while wiping his glasses, raised his head in a daze, nodded, and then whispered, "...what the hell is our grandma...it's my grandma."

Sun Qiao ignored the other party's thoughts, and several young people who had just finished kowtow cried and walked towards him in a ball. They lowered their heads as if they were very sad, and did not look at the road. They almost bumped into Sun Qiao. The middle-aged woman in white mourning was talking about old things about Chen Zhima and rotten millet, but somehow she also started crying, her hoarse crying sounded very disturbed.

Sun Qiao pulled Pan Lin and walked a few steps to the side.

"Squad leader, you are so smart, you should know the Buddhist view and explanation of death, right?" Sun Qiao pulled a chair and sat down, with his right leg and ankle knocked on his left thigh, and he counted with a smile: "Death is like death." Prison, death is like rebirth, death is like graduation, death is like housewarming, death is like changing clothes, death is like new clothes, have you heard it? Haven’t heard of it? Now you take out your mobile phone to Baidu. In front of the Buddha, death and life are basically the same concept. Mrs. Pan believes in Buddhism, so she probably figured this out a long time ago."

"There is only so little time in a person's life, and he can take care of this and that, and he has no skills at all. Let me tell you." Sun Qiao looked at Pan Lin meaningfully, "Just feel happy."

[Okay, that's a bit of a problem. ] The system suddenly praised Sun Qiao.

Sun Qiao made a disgusted face.

happiness?

Pan Lin turned his head to look at the black and white photo in the middle of the mourning hall, and suddenly thought of what the old lady said to him on the night of her death. He stayed alone in Nuo Da's Pan's family, facing those relatives who cannibalize people, but his grandma's physical condition is already very bad. He couldn't selfishly ask Hades to listen to him because of his timidity. Pan Lin didn't want his grandma to feel uneasy even walking, so he listened to the noisy cries of the people around him, and kept silent without saying a word.

Until Mrs. Pan waved everyone away, leaving him alone.

His grandma asked him, son, what do you want to tell grandma?Come on, grandma is listening.

The old voice that was like gossamer was as gentle and elegant as usual. She was so sick, but when she faced Pan Lin, she still looked like when she was playing with him when she was a child. Trembling, Pan Lin couldn't help crying in a low voice, his tears fell silently one by one, his slender and beautiful fingers tightly grasped the brocade quilt on the old man, Looking at his grandma.

The old man said, silly boy.

After scolding Pan Lin, he started to apologize to him again. From Pan Lin's birth to growing up, from his parents' divorce to both of them's early death, he apologized vigorously sentence by sentence, and apologized to Pan Lin for their Pan family.The old man's expression was full of pain. She kept saying that she had raised a son who was useless, and in the early years, she insisted on marrying Pan's mother who was pregnant. When Pan Lin was born, his biological father Pan My father was overseas, taking care of the newly acquired woman, and Pan Lin's name was given by Mr. Pan.

Pan Lin grew up, and he didn't meet his biological father for the first time until he was three and a half years old—the biological father who was no longer just a photo.

Later, Pan's father and Pan's mother divorced amicably, and Pan Lin was taken care of by the excellent Pan family as a matter of course. Pan's mother wanted nothing more than she wanted, and she didn't really want to marry in. She left the Pan family overnight without packing her luggage. Pan Lin was alone.

He grew up under the cold eyes and bullying of many people, until Mr. Pan stood up and spoke for him.

"Your grandfather is a pure businessman. Outsiders who don't know him think he has a heart of Buddha, a knife mouth and a bean curd heart, but those who know him inside think that he puts interests first in everything, but he seems unreasonable, so I want to get close to you." His people have no chance to get close, and those who can get close to him go further and further away from him." Mrs. Pan lay on the bed, and when she mentioned her old man, there was a bit of a smile on her lips, "Grandma knows, you too You think your grandpa won't let other people bully you because of your specialness, don't you?"

If you ask this question to the younger Pan Lin, you will probably get a nodding answer. Pan Lin slowly stopped crying. He squatted beside the bed and shook his head, "I know. Grandpa told me when he passed away."

The old man, who had only his last breath left, sighed softly a few times, with a comforting tone of ending a certain concern, "That's good...that's good."

Mrs. Pan looked at the child with reddish eyes, and asked again if she had anything to say.

Pan Lin hesitated for a long time, and finally asked, "Grandma, do you feel happy in this life?"

The old man relaxed his old body, "Good boy, happiness doesn't just fall from the sky if you don't fight or grab it. You only know the true happiness after you have fought and worked hard..."

"Grandma just left, good boy, find someone, have a good...better..."

Breathing stopped suddenly, the private doctor came in after hearing the movement, and announced the time of Ms. Pan Xiu's death to the whole Pan family.

Warm big hands pressed on the top of Pan Lin's head, and the young man who was still vaguely in memory looked up at Sun Qiao blankly. Sun Qiao put back the clean gold-rimmed glasses from Pan Lin's hand. On his face, he gently pressed his warm thumbs under the eyelashes of the opponent, feeling the slight vibration of the blood flow through a thin layer of flesh, "Pan Lin, I'm still here."

Pan Lin blinked, his slightly red eye sockets were covered by the glasses that Sun Qiao put on him, and he still looked like the unattainable Pan Lin. Pan Lin looked up at the big and simple black and white portrait, I said silently to Ms. Pan Xiu in my heart: Grandma, his name is Sun Qiao, and he is my favorite person in this world besides you.

I think, I will learn to fight for and defend my own happiness for him.

The sound of the system suddenly sounded in Sun Qiao's head - [The progress of soul devouring is 90.00%. ]

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