Cannon Fodder's Counterattack [Transmigration Book]

If he hadn't died, wouldn't he still be very rebellious now?

Ran Yichu picked up the photo frame and stared at the face of "Ran Yichu" carefully, always having the illusion that "Ran Yichu" was staring at him, looking at him with dark eyes.

Immediately, a creep came down his back, and he hurriedly wanted to put down the photo frame, but he accidentally knocked it down on the ground, and the glass mirror instantly shattered.

He quickly squatted down, picked up the photo frame, got rid of the shards of glass and took out the photo inside, and then a piece of paper fell to the ground.

Curiously, he bent down to pick up the A4 paper and spread it out, only to find that it was not one sheet, but two sheets.He glanced at the content on the paper, and he was slightly stunned by a line of words printed by the printer on it - "Paternity Test Report Form".

Soon, he was startled by the words on a red seal—confirmed no blood relationship.

Who and whose?

Ran Yichu glanced at the name on the paper, and was stunned.

Isn't "Ran Yichu" Ran Mucheng's biological son?

For a moment, Ran Yichu almost couldn't tell where he was, and felt that the world was very false.

He looked at the firm report in his hand, the date was half a year ago.In other words, Mr. Ran already knew that "Ran Yichu" was not his grandson, but he chose to keep it secret instead of making it public.

By the way, there is another one at the back.

Ran Yichu hastily put the bottom one up and looked at it. It was still a paternity test report, even the date was the same as the previous one, but the father on it was... Ye Zhiping!

And the most glaring thing is the red seal.

Confirm biological!

It's simply a big dog blood drama.

Ran Yichu didn't dare to imagine old man Ran's expression and reaction after seeing these two reports.

The Ran family actually helped someone else raise their son for 23 years, which is both sad and ridiculous.

Hearing someone knocking on the door, Ran Yichu hastily folded the two report sheets and put them in his pockets, calling to come in while picking up the broken glass slag.

It was Qingmu Guzi who came in. Seeing Ran Yichu squatting on the ground to shake the broken glass, she immediately walked over nervously and pulled him away: "Your hands can't be hurt, let me do it."

Yes, Ran Yichu's hands are too precious.

Ran Yichu didn't say anything, stood by the desk with one hand on the table and stared at her back, after a long time he hesitated and asked: "Do... still love him?"

"Who?" Qingmu Guzi was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized who Ran Yichu was referring to, and after a moment of silence, he asked him lightly, "Who told you?"

"I found this in the photo frame." Ran Yichu took out the two report cards just now from his pocket.

Guzi Qingmu stood up from the ground, took the A4 paper that Ran Yichu handed her, and opened it for a look. trembling.

Ran Yichu glanced at the open study door, walked over and locked it, waiting for Qingmu Guzi's explanation.

"Don't let your father know..." Aoki Guzi with a pale face, quickly put away the two pieces of paper, intending to find a chance to burn them.

"How do you think grandpa found out that I was not the real flesh and blood of the Ran family?" Ran Yichu looked at Qingmu Guzi and asked calmly.

Aoki Guzi held her slightly raised belly and did not speak.

Obviously already four months pregnant, but Qingmu Guzi still has an undiminished temperament, looking like a lady in her thirties.

"In the beginning, you still hated your mother." Aoki Guzi was about to cry sadly.

Ran Yichu knew that pregnant women should not be stimulated, so he didn't say any more exaggerated words, and took the report card from Aoki Guzi's hand,

Said: "I will burn this, and I will never mention this to anyone again from now on. I hope you can give birth to your younger brother safely and treat this family well."

Mr. Ran must also want to keep this secret, otherwise, with his temperament, the Ran family would have been thrown into chaos.

Qingmu Guzi looked at the back of Ran Yichu leaving the study, the whole person slowly slid along the desk and sat on the ground, his face was already covered with tears.

Ran Yichu took the two reports, went to "Ran Yichu"'s room, closed the door of the toilet, tore the A4 paper into pieces and threw it into the toilet, pressed the flush button, and saw the pieces with the so-called unspeakable Human secrets rushed into the sewer with the vortex, until the blue cleaning agent flowed out and restored the original calm.

He walked out of the toilet, and sat quietly in the room where "Ran Yichu" had gone.

Ran Yichu had never stepped into this room before, and it was not until the past few days that he decided to stay here for a while for the convenience of taking care of Ran Sixue.

The room still maintains the style that "Ran Yichu" liked in the past. Two-dimensional posters are all over the wall, books are neatly arranged by the servants on the table, and there is a glass cabinet next to the table, which is filled with some precious handicrafts. .

From this point of view, it looks like the room of a sophomore in middle school. It is different from the apartment room that Ran Yichu lived in before. It is full of the atmosphere of "Ran Yichu"'s student days.

He looked around the room, sat on a gaming chair in front of the desk and opened the middle drawer.

There was a large stack of photos inside, all of Mu Yihe's, each of which was secretly taken.

In the photo, Mu Yihe is very handsome, some with a dignified face while working, some with a quiet face while sleeping, and some with a bright smile...

After seeing all the photos, Ran Yichu can probably understand that when a person loves another person, he can do everything without regard to himself or herself.

He could even imagine the expression on "Ran Yichu"'s face when he secretly photographed Mu Yihe.

Putting down the photos, there was also a delicate notebook underneath, Ran Yichu picked it up curiously and flipped through it.

It turned out to be a diary.

The records are all the details of the relationship with Mu Yihe. To his surprise, it turns out that Mu Yihe also has a gentle side and will also spoil "Ran Yichu".

At the end of the diary, the painting style gradually changed.

The handwriting of "Ran Yichu" became more and more scribbled, from questioning Mu Yihe's indifference, to breaking up, and finally finding out that she was pregnant.

He could even imagine the helpless appearance of an ignorant young man who hadn't left school, so pitiful.

Mu Yihe is really cold-blooded, the kind who can push people to a desperate situation, and jump into the abyss without hesitation.

Ran Yichu sat in front of the desk for a long time, then silently took out his mobile phone and turned it on. Two days ago in Kaiyang City, for the convenience of contacting Mu Yihe's phone number that was added to the address book, he sent a message: Let's meet.

Soon, there was a reply of "OK".

Ran Yichu thought for a while, since he took the initiative to make an appointment, he should send the meeting address and time together.

After driving to the agreed place, Ran Yichu took the elevator to the top floor.

Today's weather is very good. There are clusters of white clouds like cotton candy hanging on the blue sky. It is neither cold nor hot, and there is a soft breeze.

Sitting in front of a round glass table in the corner, he ordered a cup of espresso, and then looked at the tall office buildings in the distance through the glass fence, waiting for Mu Yihe's arrival.

Mu Yihe was not late, he was wearing a strict formal attire, and he couldn't tell at all that he was lying sickly in the hospital two days ago.

"Sit down." Ran Yichu raised his chin.

Mu Yihe pulled out a chair and sat opposite him, and after calling the waiter to order a latte, he sat quietly waiting for Ran Yichu to speak.

"This, I think it's better for you to keep it." Ran Yichu pushed a kraft paper bag in front of him.

"What is this?" Mu Yihe didn't go to get it, but just glanced at it, and looked at Ran Yichu puzzled.

"In it is the diary of 'Ran Yichu', and some photos of you." Ran Yichu leaned back in the chair, picked up the coffee in front of him, and took a sip.

Really bitter.

Ran Yichu's words were very contradictory. He called himself by his full name instead of "I". If others heard this, they would think there was nothing wrong with it, but people who knew Ran Yichu would find it strange.

Mu Yihe didn't know what Ran Yichu was trying to trick, so he opened the kraft paper bag and took out the diary and a stack of photos to glance at it.

"Don't rush to read the content, I came to you today to talk about other things." Ran Yichu said.

Mu Yihe put down the diary and photos, straightened his back and looked at Ran Yichu with a serious face: "Say it."

"Maybe after I say these things, you will think that I am talking nonsense, or that I am crazy; however, it is up to you to believe it or not, so just treat it as if I am telling you a story." Ran Yichu looked straight at Mu Yi calmly. Crane's eyes clasped his slender fingers, "The person sitting in front of you now is not the 'Ran Yichu' you know, that is to say, I am not 'Ran Yichu', as early as in the suicide five years ago, 'Ran Yichu' is already dead."

Mu Yihe didn't respond, even his breathing was normal.

Ran Yichu gave him a slight smile, and continued: "Aren't you always curious about the difference between me and the past 'Ran Yichu' after I wake up?"

Above Mu Yihe's tightly buttoned collar, his Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't speak.

"Because I occupied his body." Ran Yichu rubbed his thumbs together and asked Mu Yihe, "Don't you wonder where the real 'Ran Yichu' went?"

"He's dead." Obviously, Mu Yihe believed his words.

Ran Yichu smiled slightly: "You killed him."

Mu Yihe stared at him blankly, feeling that the collar around his neck made it difficult for him to breathe.

"I also died once. By accident, my soul penetrated into the body of 'Ran Yichu', occupied his body and even lived with his identity until now." Ran Yichu still looked at him with a smile, "Love a People, how can you say that if you don’t love, you don’t love.”

The last sentence directly pierced Mu Yihe's heart.

That's right, how could Ran Yichu who loves him say that he doesn't love him?

"Do you still remember the tributes placed in the living room of the apartment where I lived?" Ran Yichu put away his smile, and his tone gradually became serious.

The author has something to say: the following plot will be relatively compact.