Self-cultivation of tool people [Quick Transmigration]

Lin's bathroom is not big, the two children are crowded together, and the mirror can hardly fit the two people side by side. Lin Qi feels very awkward, and it is too uncomfortable for him to sleep with Meng Hui, who has a 100% affection for him up.

Meng Hui was quite calm, and took a mouthwash cup from the sink, "New?"

"It seems to be." Lin Qi glanced depressed and said, it seems that Lin Yue'e asked Meng Hui to come to eat at home today, and she was planning to let Meng Hui stay overnight.

Also, how could Lin Yuee have thought that he and Meng Hui had such a complicated relationship.

He just didn't expect why Lin Yue'e's attitude towards Meng Hui suddenly changed so much, and Lin Qi didn't think about it. Anyway, Meng Hui's personality charm as the hero doesn't need to be questioned by him.

"Honeydew melon flavor." Meng Hui sniffed Lynch's toothpaste.

Lynch was a little embarrassed, "My mother bought it."

"Very good, quite suitable for you." Meng Hui remained calm, and Lynch also relaxed a little.

After washing, Lynch dragged out the footbath. Meng Hui kept looking at him with a half-smile from the corner of his eyes. Lynch almost wanted to say, "Mr. Meng, if you're not used to it, go out." Who was not a president before rebirth? up.

After receiving the cold water first, and then pouring the hot water in the kettle, the temperature was almost adjusted, and Lin Qi said, "Wash your feet."

Meng Hui sat down on the stool, "Let's go together."

"You wash it first, and I'll wash it after that. There's still hot water." Lynch said.

Meng Hui took off his shoes slowly, "wasting water resources."

"You don't waste it, don't wash it." Lynch couldn't help but said.

Meng Hui raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Okay, I won't wash it anymore, I'll smoke you to death."

Lynch snorted, "It doesn't matter who smokes who."

Of course, neither of them have stinky feet, they were just joking.

When Meng Hui took off his socks, Lynch noticed a little scar on his ankle, and said quietly for a while, "Brother Hui, do you just want to watch the game in the game hall?"

"I won't do it," Meng Hui put his feet into the water and smiled at Lynch, "Concentrate on your studies and go to college."

Mr. Meng, who hated studying the most, finally thought about it, and Lynch was overjoyed, "Okay, it's good to go to college, it's great to go to college."

Seeing how happy Lynch was talking about college, Meng Hui thought to himself that this was indeed Lynch's dream. Now that he was reborn, Meng Hui would not let himself make any mistakes.

Before Lynch washed his feet, Meng Hui took the initiative to go out and help him close the door.

Lynch was a little dazed, and the hand that lifted the kettle froze.

To be honest, although Meng Hui's favorability is [-], although Meng Hui's eyes often make Lynch feel the extra deep friendship, Meng Hui really does not cross the line at all. Like a gesture towards a brother or friend.

Lynch was genuinely confused, was he being a little self-indulgent?

Thinking of this, Lynch smiled self-deprecatingly, and felt a little relieved.

After tidying up the bathroom, Lynch returned to the room. Meng Hui was sitting at his desk, looking at the wall with his head half propped up.

On the wall is Lynch's study plan, from day to week, from week to year, step by step is very clear, on the top is written 'Qinghui University' with a red pen, and a five-pointed star is drawn next to it.

"You want to be admitted to Tsinghui University?" Meng Hui turned around.

"Well," Lynch sat down on the small bed, dangling his legs crossed onto the bed, "I think I should be able to do it."

According to the development of this plot, Meng Hui probably won't drop out of school, so he should also study with Meng Hui.

Meng Hui: "Do you think I can do it?"

Lynch said without thinking, "Of course."

He answered quickly, even faster than Meng Hui gave the answer in his heart. Meng Hui's heart warmed up. It turned out that Lynch had so much confidence in him, and his eyes softened under the dim lamp, "Then I will work hard."

"Work hard." Lin Qi felt that something was wrong with Meng Hui's eyes again, and avoided Meng Hui's eyes, "How are we going to sleep tonight?"

Lynch's room was actually very small, with a single bed against the wall, a desk next to the bed, and nothing else.

"You don't want to sleep with me?" Meng Hui said lightly.

Lynch lowered his head and said nothing.

"Dong dong", the door was knocked, breaking the embarrassment in the room, Lin Yuee pushed the door open, and said with a smile, "Drink a glass of milk before going to sleep, okay?"

"Thank you, Mom." Lynch got out of bed and took two glasses of milk.

Lin Yuee patted him on the shoulder, "Sleep well." She gently closed the door.

Lynch put two glasses of milk on the table with a slightly embarrassed expression, "Do you want to drink?"

"Drink," Meng Hui took a glass, "You drink too, you'll be tall."

The two of you sat on the chair to drink, and I sat on the bed to drink, and drank a glass of milk for an infinite amount of time. Lynch never felt that time passed so slowly.

"Go to sleep." Meng Hui put down the empty cup and picked up a math textbook on Lynch's desk. "I'll sleep on the sofa in the living room later."

With his back facing Lynch, his broad back was huddled on Lynch's narrow chair, the thorns were a little longer than before, and finally showed signs of falling down.

Lynch crossed his legs, holding half a glass of milk in his hand, wanted to say something, but still didn't say anything, after a while, he took a sip of the milk, and finally made up his mind: "Brother Hui, I...I have someone I like."

Meng Hui stopped turning the pages of the book.

Lynch didn't stop doing anything, and admitted in one breath: "He, he is a man, so, so I must keep a distance from you!"

After finishing speaking, Lynch lowered his head and pretended to be dead.

The room fell into a dead silence again, only the slow breathing of the two of them was very distinct.

"Why keep a distance," Meng Hui turned his face away, his deep browbones showed deep shadows in his eye sockets under the light of the desk lamp, and said in a flat tone, "Are you afraid of empathy?"

Lynch raised his head abruptly and waved his hands frantically, "Impossible."

"Then why keep a distance?" Meng Hui turned around, leaning forward slightly, staring at Lynch, "Since you are infatuated with him, what are you afraid of?"

"That's not what I said..." Lynch shrank back, "Even if I won't cheat, I can't get too close to others."

"Cheating?" Meng Hui smiled, "Have you confirmed your relationship with him?"

Lynch nodded slowly.

Meng Hui couldn't laugh anymore.

Not only can he not laugh, but the anger in his heart is almost rushing to his throat. The reason why he can maintain a calm attitude now is because he has more than 30 years of life experience, so that he will not be incompetent and furious in front of Lynch.

"Who is it?" Meng Hui said softly.

Lynch lowered his head, "You don't know him."

"Then tell me, what kind of person are you?"

"It's hard to be specific. Anyway, he is very handsome, very gentle, and treats me very well. Oh, and he also has a very cute kitten."

After hearing Lynch's description, Meng Hui's anger was quickly extinguished.

No matter how it sounds, it doesn't look like a real person.

He was also very kind to Lynch. Meng Hui dared to guarantee that he had never seen anyone in Lynch's life who could treat Lynch better than him.

It sounds like it was fabricated to prevaricate him.

After Meng Hui calmed down, he said lightly: "You like you, but I don't like you. You are just an ordinary man in my eyes. Is it necessary to tell me this?"

Lynch: "..." The most embarrassing situation happened...

100% favorability, 100% brotherhood, he... pretends to be passionate...

But it's not the worst situation yet, Lynch scratched his head, and probed further: "I, I don't think Brother Hui, you are very nice to me, I thought you liked me."

"I like you very much," Meng Hui knelt on the bed, and Lynch shrank back again in fright, but was still hooked in Meng Hui's arms. Meng Hui rubbed Lynch's short hair vigorously, "Follow me It's like a monkey, it's quite funny."

Lynch: ...

After talking, Lynch felt a lot more relaxed, "Brother Hui, you sleep in my room, and I'll sleep in the living room."

"No need, sleep with you." Meng Hui directly stuffed him into the bed, touched the slightly long bangs on his forehead, glanced over Lynch's fair face, and flicked his soft face, " Don't freeze the monkey's butt red."

Lynch: "..." Mr. Meng, where are you, Mr. Meng, who is mature, stable, evil, charming and mad, give him back this elementary school chicken.

Lynch was really sleepy. He fell asleep after curling up under the blanket. This is how young people sleep, falling asleep when they touch the pillow.

Meng Hui turned the brightness of the desk lamp to the minimum, sat on the small chair and looked at Lynch who was sleeping soundly. There was no scar on his fair face, because he was asleep, his cheeks were slightly pink, his breathing was even, and his lips were slightly soft. A little beeping, healthy, lively, fresh, Meng Hui showed a little smile.

He is very grateful to God for giving him another chance. He has only one wish now, that Lynch will be fine.

Meng Hui leaned over and kissed Lynch gently on the forehead, good night, my Lynch.

When Lynch woke up, he opened his eyes and saw no sign of Meng Hui in the bedroom that stretched across the horizon. It seemed that Meng Hui was sleeping outside.

Lynch took a deep breath, and raised his hand to touch his forehead. It was so strange that he dreamed of Du Chengying last night. This was the first time he dreamed of Du Chengying after he left the small world.

Du Chengying in the dream was very real, looking at him tenderly, and kissed him lightly on the forehead, the warm touch seemed to remain on the skin on his forehead.

Lynch touched it several times before reluctantly getting up.

From that day on, Meng Hui became a frequent visitor to Lynch's house.

Lin Yue'e quit her job in a department store to open a clothing store. She has worked in a department store for many years and has accumulated a lot of contacts. It is not difficult to open it. Within a few months, the business is booming.

At the end of the semester, Lin Qi got the first place in his class, the fourth place in his grade, and the fourth place in Meng Hui's class. The grades were far behind. Director Zhang was so happy that he wanted Meng Hui to go to his house for the New Year.

"No teacher Zhang, thank you, I have a place to celebrate the New Year." Meng Hui said respectfully.

"Shall we go to Lynch's house?" Director Zhang said with a smile.

Meng Hui nodded with a soft expression.

Director Zhang watched a prickly head turn into a good student like he is now, and he couldn't express the endless joy in his heart. He just patted Meng Hui on the shoulder, "Good boy, the teacher will give you a red envelope when you get admitted to university!"

"It should be me who gave the teacher a red envelope." Meng Hui smiled.

The tube building was extremely lively, and the atmosphere of the New Year was extremely strong. Lin Yuee was busy up and down, rushing to put up Spring Festival couplets and window grilles, without letting Lynch interfere, and was so busy that she could not stand on tiptoe.

While Lynch was happy, his heart was involuntarily covered with a faint haze.

Lin Yue'e died on the third day of the Lunar New Year.

During the Chinese New Year, every family was happy, only Lin Qi was guarding Lin Yuee, who was in bed for a long time. The outside of the family house was splashed with red paint for debt collection, and the loan sharks of the collection room also came to smash the door in the middle of the night, "dong dong dong" The noise made the whole building restless.

"Qiqi, mom is sorry for you, mom has dragged you down, mom really deserves to die..."

"Qiqi," came Lin Yuee's angry voice, "Who is knocking on the door, open the door quickly, is Meng Hui here?"

"Oh, Mom, I'll open the door." Lynch hurriedly got up and went to open the door.

The door opened, and a tall figure came into view. The lights in the corridor had been repaired some time ago, and the bright light shone from above Meng Hui's head. He stood outside the door with a warm smile on his face, "Happy New Year."