I have special whitewashing skills [Quick Transmigration]

The text, hugging his knees alone on the sofa and watching him go home, finally unable to support the disappointment of being sleepy and falling asleep.

All kinds of things in the past few months have appeared in my mind. Everything this person has done is like a ray of spring wind that cannot be grasped. It is very warm and comfortable. The truth is wrapped around you, and you can't ignore it.

At this moment, there was a rustling sound behind him, followed by a nervous and excited voice.

"Brother, you are back."

Meng Ziqian, whose thoughts were interrupted, turned his head, and saw the man hurriedly got up from the sofa in the darkness, and was standing a little awkwardly in the shadow not far away.

Although he couldn't see the expression of the person in front of him, Meng Ziqian felt that he could guess what it was like.

Her eyes are full of bright starlight, her small face is more delicate and peachy than Sanyue, and the smile on her lips is bright and innocent.

He subconsciously lowered his eyes, suppressed the obscurity and complexity that filled his eyes, and bent his lips habitually, he said, "Well, has Ozawa been waiting for a long time?"

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter how long."

The hasty and uneasy sincere voice made Meng Ziqian's heart soften in a subtle way.

The man on the other side always seemed to have a way of softening his heart.

As the person woke up, the lights in the living room were finally turned on. It was only at this time under the lights that Meng Ziqian realized that something was wrong on the dining table. The dishes were not fresh, and they were even obviously reheated several times.

Seemingly not paying attention to the expression of the person opposite, Chu Xinze looked at a table of cold dishes, suppressed his excited little face and said, "I'll go heat it up."

It seems that he doesn't care what time it is and whether it's suitable for dinner, as if in his heart, in the small world, no matter what time it is, whether he is late or not, as long as this person can appear, come back, and stand in front of him , everything else is completely unimportant.

Just about to reject the other party, Meng Ziqian, who said that it was late and had a rest, just wanted to stop him, when he saw suspicious red marks on the finger that was stretched out to hold the plate, and there were even several bandages on the index finger.

Looking at the plate in front of him again, he didn't know how many times he had been returned to the pot, how many dishes had been reheated, his eyes were full of emotions, and he still didn't understand.

Why are you so persistent, silly and naive?It's just a casual promise.

After a helpless sigh, Chu Xinze's hand that was definitely not intentional (?) was held by a dry and warm hand.

Seeming to be a little flustered, he instinctively wanted to pull his hand out and hide it behind his back, but that hand was unexpectedly tight, and he couldn't move it away at all.

Looking up anxiously, he saw a pair of complicated but gentle eyes. After the person in sight looked at him for nearly three seconds, he gently pulled him to sit on the sofa in the living room not far away.

The injury on the boy's finger was obviously a burn, and it was covered with red blisters. Originally, he had a pair of extremely beautiful hands, but now they will be blemished with red marks, making them look extraordinarily eye-catching.

"Why don't you let the hourly workers do it?"

The part-time workers in the villa will come to cook at fixed times every day, and clean up the house, without requiring the other party to do anything.

After hearing this, Chu Xinze moved her head to the source of the sound, and saw the man's worried and distressed eyes.

Sensing the tenderness in the man's eyes, he said a little shyly: "Because... I have already learned all the dishes, and I can cook them for my brother, but... I am too stupid, so... I'm sorry... ..."

The eyes of the person in front of him were very sincere, and the words he spoke were still pure, mixed with guilt and sincerity, falling into Meng Ziqian's eyes and ears at this moment, it made him tremble in his self-proclaimed tough heart, which cannot be ignored. moment.

Some are hot, some are soft, and have a different kind of scorching heat.

In his previous life, Mencius Qian was 'sent' to the mountains by a woman when he was less than ten years old. If he could not give birth to a son in the closed and backward valley, he would be stabbed in the back. The family that 'adopted' him had multiple births Five daughters, but they couldn't give birth to a son. Worried that he would be like someone else's gossip, he spent 1 yuan to "adopt" him.

At that time, he had already remembered things. He remembered that the woman cried and said that she was reluctant to part with him, that she could not keep him, that she had already devoted her youth to him, and that she wanted to live for herself once. To chase, but he dare not.

But even so, the family was worried that he would run away, so they locked him in a small room for several months.

During the time he was locked up, he cried, hated, regretted, despaired, and collapsed... But afterward, all his emotions returned to calm.

Because he found that these are futile.

His IQ is frighteningly high, so when he found out about his situation, no matter how much he made trouble, no matter how much he cried, no one would take care of him, he began to pretend to be good, in order to make his life easier, In order to get out of the small room that has been locked all the time.

However, the adopted one is adopted, even if the adoptive parents really want to raise him as a son, but after all, he is the only one in the family who is not his own, plus none of the five older sisters is easy to get along with. Dare to deal with him openly, but secretly let cold violence and intimidation accompany him through his entire childhood.

But the more they went too far, the more threatening they were, the gentler the expression on Meng Ziqian's face became.

Almost no one in the palm-sized mountain village dislikes him, plus he is smart and has good grades, whenever someone mentions him, it is always with a boastful tone. His sternness, I hope that he will become a talent and honor his ancestors.

Day after day, year after year, this kind of gentleness that he was forced to wear because he wanted to live better became an inseparable part of his life, and his heart was also covered by a thick mask. It becomes more and more numb until it becomes a habit.

He thought it was numb, but when he met that woman again in the last days, he found that he was still looking forward to it, like looking forward to the day she would send him away. She suddenly turned around and hugged him, saying that the two of them would continue to live together. If you go down.

But what was exchanged for one heart was a second betrayal.

After rebirth, he found that something was different.

Mo Yan, his biological father.

Sometimes Meng Ziqian also asked himself why he had to remember so firmly the people who had never met. Mo Yan seemed to only exist in his memory, but only for a few months.

why?

He thought, probably because this was the only person who told him the truth in two lifetimes, even if some facts had shattered his world and hurt him so much.

After two lifetimes of life, he crawled out of the sea of ​​corpses in the last days, and he has already seen through the ugly face of human nature. Bai Lang, who used to be the savior of the world, saved so many people, but in the end he became the saddest person in the last days.

He won't live like Bai Lang, but if he sees too much, he will also become numb.

If someone gave him a handful of light in the dark life of his previous life, maybe he would remember it all his life, but he didn't.

Now that he has passed the age of innocence, he no longer disdains the so-called kindness from anyone. The reborn Meng Ziqian believes so firmly, and the fact seems to be true.

No matter how much praise and love, no amount of obsession and admiration, he couldn't awaken the slightest bit of empathy in him. He has always been on the sidelines to this world, making his preparations and planning everything calmly and methodically. .

However, until now, he discovered that he seemed to be wrong.

If a handful of light is destined to be annihilated by the thick darkness, what about ten, a hundred, a thousand, and ten thousand?

Although that light is still very thin, it does not prevent it from becoming the most striking existence.

Raising his eyes, Meng Ziqian saw clearly the appearance of the person in front of him.

This person was completely different from the society he knew and the people he had known in two lifetimes.

Exquisite facial features, beautiful clean eyes, rosy face, shy and always like a mimosa.

An existence that regards him as the whole world, trusts him wholeheartedly, will not cause any danger to him, and belongs only to him.

Looking at the scarred little hand in the palm, after rebirth, Meng Ziqian's heart was truly shaken for the first time.

Can't you try to trust him, trust this person, even if the whole world betrays him again in the future, this person will always stand firmly by his side and will always be with him?

Meng Ziqian thought, yes, because the person in front of him is always different, no matter the past life that has become the past, or the present life where he met again.

Thinking about it this way, looking at these little hands, Meng Ziqian, who has always been a perfectionist, felt for the first time that there are some imperfect things in the world, which are more beautiful and moving than the perfect and delicate works of art.

"...Don't do this kind of thing again."

After finishing the words, he raised his head and looked at the person in front of him whose eyes were filled with disappointment and sadness. Meng Ziqian tenderly and tenderly placed a pity kiss on the fingertips that trembled unconsciously, with a soft and affectionate voice.

"Because, my brother's heart will really hurt, really hurt."

20

this crumbling world 18

Because he slept too late the night before, when Chu Xinze woke up the next day, the sun had risen to the center. After washing, he was clutching his aching head and just went downstairs when he saw the hourly workers who usually came and went in a hurry. It's still there today.

Seeing him, the part-time worker's eyes lit up, he walked into the kitchen and brought him a bowl of soup.

Facing his suspicious gaze, the hourly worker smiled.