Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

The hospital was a mixed bag, with a lot of personnel coming and going, and there was a hint of a change in the sky recently. Yu Tanqiu was sensitive and couldn't stay in such an open place, so Lynch still moved Yu Tanqiu back home.

There are many things, although Yu Tanqiu didn't say anything, Lin Qi is not stupid, how many people can earn a family business in this world without taking such a little risk?

Yu Tanqiu has never been a paralyzed person in his life, and his gloomy face is full of heavy rain all day long.

Because it was difficult to move, Lynch asked the workers to move the bed in Yu Tanqiu's room to the window in advance, so that Yu Tanqiu could light up the room by the window and feel better.

The sun shines through the tall trees into the window, cast mottled shadows on Yu Tanqiu's face, Yu Tanqiu couldn't move his neck, a little sunlight happened to shine on his left eye, Yu Tanqiu opened his eyes hard, as if fighting against the light.

When Lynch brought his lunch, the sun had surrendered and deviated, leaving only Yu Tanqiu with red eyes and tears.

"Tanqiu, what's the matter with you?" Lynch hurriedly put down the plate and sat down, took out a handkerchief and wiped the tears from the corners of Yu Tanqiu's eyes, and said with a frown, "Don't worry, it will be fine."

Yu Tanqiu had no expression on his face, and his out-of-body thoughts flew to nowhere.

For the first time, he didn't even listen to Lynch's words.

Yu Tanqiu doesn't believe that there are so many "coincidences" in this world, no matter how lucky people are, and the pertinence is so strong, God will have a hard time with him on this matter alone, it's like Hit him with precision like eyes.

"Tanqiu?" Lin Qi waved his hands in front of Yu Tanqiu, Yu Tanqiu's eyes moved, and he said flatly, "I'm fine."

Lin Qi heaved a sigh of relief and lowered his head, and brought porridge to feed him. Yu Tanqiu looked at Lin Qi's side face thoughtfully, and Lin Qi's expression was very calm.

Yu Tanqiu ate the porridge mechanically, and a series of strange things appeared in his mind. Of course, Lynch was present without exception, and Lynch was always calm.

Yu Tanqiu didn't think much about it all the time, only thinking that Lynch didn't really have him in his heart, so he reacted flatly. In fact, he also had doubts in his mind, but he didn't know why, and he always ignored some things inexplicably.

But once he thought about it, Yu Tanqiu's thinking became more and more wrong, and everything around him seemed to become unreasonable.

The injury on Yu Tanqiu's neck was said to take three months of recuperation, and after more than a month, he was able to take off the collar, and Lynch didn't need to take care of him anymore, but his neck still couldn't move, and it hurt when he moved, and he looked like a zombie when he moved.

Zhang Manshu came regularly to appreciate Yu Tanqiu's tragic situation, and her mood became visibly brighter. Even when Lin Qi asked her to go abroad to study again, for the first time, she didn't vehemently refute. She could change her way of life and try to start again. ,why not?

Living in the muddy swamp for too long, Zhang Manshu met Lin Qi and Yu Tanqiu as if she met a ray of breeze. The wind was not strong, but it brought a bit of coolness, which made Zhang Manshu feel a little upward from the grief and exile. courage.

Lin Qi stood and fed Yu Tanqiu. Yu Tanqiu just opened his mouth to eat in silence, and did not respond to Zhang Manshu's provocation. After he was injured, he talked a lot less and looked at Lao Cheng more and more.

Zhang Manshu put down her chopsticks, finished the meal, and smiled at Lin Qi: "Master Lin, thank you for your hospitality."

"You're welcome." Lynch fed an older child until his arms ached, and then he sat down and prepared to eat by himself.

Zhang Manshu glanced at Yu Tanqiu, and suddenly said: "I have a classmate in England, he wrote me a letter, inviting me to come and have a look."

"That's good," Lynch said pleasantly, and turned to look at Yu Tanqiu for support, "Isn't it? Tanqiu."

Yu Tanqiu gave a cold 'hmm'.

Zhang Manshu lowered her head and smiled vaguely, "I too... just went to have a look."

"It's all good." Lynch was sincerely happy for Zhang Manshu, "Go to meet friends and have fun. You are still so young, and you have never seen such a beautiful scenery."

Zhang Manshu didn't know how she felt that she had no future, as if it was a long time ago.

She hadn't been to the club for a long time. Someone missed her and drove up to the small mansion with a pearl chain to find her. When Zhang Manshu saw that face and those eyes, she suddenly felt very bored and disgusted.

She can no longer examine her life numbly like a bystander, she wants to go, she wants to leave this strange situation.

Zhang Manshu bid farewell to Lin Qi, and smiled at Lin Qi without putting on makeup, "Thank you, Master Lin."

Lynch blushed a little infected by her smile, and suddenly said: "Miss Zhang, wait a minute." He turned around and ran into the house, his footsteps revealing a sense of anxiety.

After a while, Lynch ran out again, holding a beautiful taupe-colored box in his hand, with some powder on his pale cheeks, "This is for you, I probably made it according to my own observations, what doesn't fit, you Tell me, and I'll change it."

The expression on Zhang Manshu's face was immediately moved. She took Lynch's box, rubbed the smooth surface of the gift box with her palm, and made a smile and cry expression to Lynch.

Some time ago, Zhang Manshu felt that she was the most unfortunate person in the world, but at this moment, she suddenly felt that she was not yet a miserable person.

Just like what Yu Tanqiu said to her, it is difficult for anyone to live. The bombing didn't kill her, so why shouldn't she live well?

Only by living well can you have the opportunity to meet good people and beautiful scenery.

Zhang Manshu returned to her small western-style building with a soft smile on her mouth, untied the bow on the box, and a snow-white cheongsam lay quietly in the box. It was the most traditional and old-fashioned cheongsam, with pearl buckles and white. The dazzling silver cheongsam is embroidered with dark patterns of silver lotus flowers.

Out of the mud but not stained...

Zhang Manshu closed the box abruptly, lowered her head and blinked her eyelashes, and a small lotus flower bloomed on the lotus-colored glossy box.

Yu Tanqiu is a zombie, but his mind is very active. The doubts in his mind are circling in his mind, which is really incomprehensible, so he finds an excuse for Lynch and goes out.

He goes to the club.

The club was as lively as ever. He disappeared for a period of time while recovering from his injury, and received unanimously warm welcome after reappearing.

Waves of people came up to chat, and soon discovered Yu Tanqiu's abnormality. Yu Tanqiu looked like an owl and wriggled around. Stretch out your finger to tease Yu Tanqiu.

Yu Tanqiu didn't have time to talk to them, and went directly to the club's manager.

The club manager is familiar with Yu Tanqiu's face, but he is not familiar with Yu Tanqiu. He knows that Yu Tanqiu is a monk who is not lustful at all, so he doesn't care much about Yu Tanqiu.

Unexpectedly, when Yu Tanqiu came up, he eagerly asked him about the newcomers in the club.

Surprised, the manager put on a sales face, "Of course there are fresh people. What do you think of the two new female students? They are both from good schools."

Yu Tanqiu's expression almost fell to the ground, "How old is it?"

"sixteen."

Yu Tanqiu said stiffly, "Are there any boys?"

"It's not a coincidence," the manager said shyly. "A child just arrived last night. He was born in an opera troupe and has a soft waist. He was taken away by Mr. Wu."

"Mr. Wu?" Yu Tanqiu turned around straight, "Wu Zhiyuan?"

The manager nodded, "Yes, if you like it, I'll keep an eye on it for you. There are newcomers every day, maybe you can wait a little longer and come right away."

Yu Tanqiu said, "How old is it?"

The manager said, "Huh?"

Yu Tanqiu said impatiently, "I asked you how old the boy who was taken away was."

The manager was worried again, "I... I can't tell, neither can the kid. His master brought it, and I didn't ask about his age. It probably looks like he's sixteen or seventeen."

The manager seemed to understand the meaning, "Do you like small ones?"

Yu Tanqiu gave the owl a sharp stare as if it was on sentry at night, "I like your ancestor!"

The manager looked at the back of Yu Tanqiu leaving, and touched his face embarrassingly, thinking that his ancestors were all in the mud, not fresh.

Yu Tanqiu went out, hailed a car, and asked the driver to go to Wu's mansion.

The driver interrupted Yu Tanqiu's meditation not long after starting the car, "Sir, there are people following."

Yu Tanqiu couldn't move his neck, so he frowned and said, "It's gone."

The driver responded, and drove for a while with twists and turns, "I can't get rid of it." The car behind was not following very closely, but the driver passed a few alleys, and he could see the car following behind.

When Yu Tanqiu was feeling irritable, he said directly, "Give him a shot."

It doesn't matter if a cold gun is fired in the alley, the driver took out the gun stuck to his head, slowed down to let the car behind him approach, turned his head and came casually, the car behind him swayed for a moment, and hit straight Coming up, the driver thought something was wrong, this is the driver who hit the opponent, he hurriedly turned the steering wheel to make a bend in the small alley next to him, but before he had time, with a "bang", Yu Tanqiu's forehead went straight to The front smashed, and the center of the brow was dripping with blood.

The backlog of violence reached its peak at this moment, Yu Tanqiu's neck was still hurting, but he didn't care, he just kicked open the car door, took the gun in his pocket to the back door, and wanted to kill the bastard who was watching him with a ferocious face. He couldn't bend his neck, and the muzzle of the gun still hit the opponent's temple accurately, and said coldly, "Don't be a mouse in your next life."

"Um……"

The man at the gunpoint let out a painful groan, and it was this groan that made Yu Tanqiu's hand tremble, and his thumb bounced off the trigger like an electric shock.

"Lynch?!"

Lynch was knocked to pieces, his ears were buzzing, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood. He coughed lightly and spit out a little blood, "Tan Qiu..."

Yu Tanqiu's hands trembled violently. He was really tempted to kill just now, and he almost... almost fired the shot.

A scene from the past suddenly appeared in Yu Tanqiu's mind. He hugged Lynch who had been shot, and Lynch was covered in blood, calling his name in exactly the same tone.

Yu Tanqiu's eyes darkened, and he fell straight down.

He suddenly opened his eyes, but what he saw was not the familiar world.

Countless dots of light surrounded him, forming a grotesque digital kingdom, lines of code passing by like speeding trains.

He looked at this strange place in astonishment, a trace of fear surfaced in his heart.

At this time, a line of code suddenly hit him directly in front of him. He wanted to run, but found that he could not move at all. He wanted to close his eyes, but found that he still had vision after closing his eyes.

The lightsaber-like code pierced straight into his body.

Without the feeling of pain as imagined, he slowly lowered his head and finally saw himself. Countless codes were intertwined and intertwined like chains, gathering into a vague human shape. This is him—like a mummy made up of codes.