Qingqiu [Transmigration Book]

六

The autumn wind is rustling.

The city center of Vienna is still bustling at night.

Mu Qingqiu was wearing a white short shirt, and he couldn't help shivering as soon as he stepped out of the theater gate.

"cold?"

Before he could answer, Meng Zijun took off his suit jacket and put it on his shoulders.

Just as Mu Qingqiu was about to refuse, he saw Meng Zijun's phone screen light up.

Meng Zijun patted him and the coat's left shoulder lightly with one hand, while answering the phone.

After saying a few words, he took a few steps away from Mu Qingqiu.

It's probably a company thing.

Mu Qingqiu didn't care, and waited while chatting with Gu Sang across the country.

The two of them used the Weiyan APP developed by Top Spring.In addition to the slow speed, the effect is not bad.

[Qing Shuiqiu]: Nothing serious.

[Noon]: That's good.

[Noon]: I was too reckless that day.

【Qing ShuiQiu】: Normal.

[Qing Shuiqiu]: How about the solo exhibition?

[Qing Shuiqiu]: When is the exhibition?

[Qing Shuiqiu]: Where can I buy tickets?

Mu Qingqiu changed the topic with a series of questions.

Before waiting for the reply, Meng Zijun's call has ended.

"Go back?"

"Ah."

"When will you return home?"

"It will be around the morning of the day after tomorrow. What's the matter? Is there something wrong with the senior's company?"

"Well, there is something urgent at the moment."

"Then go back first, senior. It just so happens that my ticket hasn't been refunded yet."

"The ticket has been refunded. It is inconvenient for you to go back alone. The first class is also uncomfortable. Yuan He will come over tomorrow afternoon. He will take you back the morning after tomorrow."

???

take me back?

What do you mean?

"Yuanhe, do you remember?" Meng Zijun remembered that he was born again, and thought he might have forgotten.

"I remember." Yu interjected.

Mu Qingqiu took advantage of the situation and replied: "I remember. Actually, there is no need..."

"You have to be careful if you break a bone." Meng Zijun retorted, "Do you have a regular personal doctor at the Bai family?"

Mu Qingqiu kept the doubts in his heart, and replied calmly and truthfully: "No. I haven't recognized the Bai family yet."

"Then contact him when you get back." Meng Zijun sent Mu Qingqiu a text message with his name and a series of phone numbers on it. "This is a private hospital under Woke. This person is the dean. I will greet her when I go back. It has been almost a week since you went back. Go there for a follow-up consultation."

Mu Qingqiu watched helplessly as he was clearly arranged.

Meng Zijun also showed an attitude that could not be refused.

After returning to the hotel, Meng Zijun began to pack his luggage.

"I'm leaving tonight. I've already made arrangements for the hotel, so you don't have to worry about it."

"If you want to go out tomorrow, stay away from the crowd."

"I'm not by your side, it would be bad if a passer-by bumps into you accidentally."

"Are you taking a shower tonight?"

"Huh?? Let's... simply rush."

"Oh, let me put some water. I'll help you later."

!!!

Fortunately, I washed it secretly yesterday...

"Yu, is the hero also like this in the memory of the original body?"

"almost."

"I thought it was my book-wearing that caused other people's designs to collapse."

"Qingqiu, the water is ready."

"Take off your clothes, and I'll wash it for you."

"Caution: Slippery."

Three consecutive CALL sentences made Mu Qingqiu embarrassed and helpless.

In the end, Mu Qingqiu slapped his face and sighed in resignation.

Meng Zijun unbuttoned his cuff buttons, and felt the temperature of the water with his strong white forearm.

A big man who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with a V-neck unbuttoned, and his shirt sleeves folded over his elbows, stood beside the bathtub.

"Is it inconvenient to take off the top? I'll help you."

Meng Zijun carefully helped him take off his shirt, shook his short white T-shirt, and suddenly frowned, "Are you going to wash in your underwear?"

"No. But...well, that's it. Simply rush." ​​After speaking, Mu Qingqiu's face was already crimson.

Meng Zijun saw that he was embarrassed, so he didn't ask any more questions, thinking, let him deal with it later.

"Be careful. The bottom of the bathtub is slippery. I'll help you."

Meng Zijun squeezed a little body wash, rubbed the bubbles, and washed his arms, mainly on the right side, where he couldn't reach by himself.

Mu Qingqiu's muscles are very beautiful, especially those six-pack abs.The complexion is also like the white moon.

After pressing the body wash a few times again, Meng Zijun wanted to help him rub his back.

However, when he saw the back, his hands stopped.

"What's the matter?" Mu Qingqiu, who was full of blood and nervous, felt something strange and asked.

Meng Zijun's index finger brushed over the scars of different sizes.

It took a while before he spoke: "Does it hurt?"

"Now? It doesn't hurt." Mu Qingqiu thought the male lead was asking about the broken arm.

"No, I'm asking about when you fought before."

"??"

Mu Qingqiu didn't react for a while.

"You have an injury on your back, it's from a fight when you were a child." Yu reminded.

"Oh, it's been too long. I don't remember." Mu Qingqiu said.

Then quietly asked the system: "How did he know again?"

"Yuanchen and Meng Zijun swam before. I knew about it at that time."

"Know that the original body fights?"

"More than that. I also know the reason why the original body fought."

"Why? Because someone said Yuanzheng's mother?"

"Yeah. At that time, Meng Zijun even boasted that it was a man's medal."

"Hmph. What a man's medal. The original body must think this is a mark of weakness." Mu Qingqiu complained, "These are the scars left by the original body when he was very young, right?"

"Well. I haven't been bullied since I was ten years old. Because I'm strong enough."

After talking to the system, he found that the male protagonist was still staring at his back in a daze, and his face blushed again unconsciously.Although they are all men, Naihe Mu Qingqiu's original gender is female.

This is shyness from the soul.

"It's all in the past. To be precise, it's all in the previous life. So don't worry about it, senior. Let me do it myself."

"Hmm? ... Hmm. It's okay. Your hands are not convenient." Meng Zijun turned the water of the shower to the minimum, and washed away the foam from his upper body little by little.

"It's really unnecessary." Mu Qingqiu felt that the man should be able to bleed if he didn't leave his ear. The uninjured hand pushed away the sharp palm that was about to dip into the water, "I'm not used to it. I can do it myself." Yes. I'll do it myself, senior."

Seeing that Mu Qingqiu resisted so much, and the tips of his ears were so red, Meng Zijun had no choice but to raise his hand.

When Mu Qingqiu saw the male lead get up, he thought he was going out to pack his luggage, but suddenly there was a lot of heat on his head, followed by warm water pouring down from above.

"The water temperature is not low, right? I left only the day after tomorrow, so I can't wash one hand. It's not easy to go to a barber shop abroad. You just make up for it. I'll help you wash it briefly."

"...Senior is always so thoughtful." Mu Qingqiu smiled.

I don't know if it was because of being patted on the head for the first time, but Mu Qingqiu didn't refuse so much anymore.The stray cat in my heart seemed to have finally adapted to the tenderness of its new owner and became docile.

He is obviously a wealthy young master, yet he is so handy in taking care of others.

No wonder the original body likes it.

If the original body is still there, flowers will surely bloom in my heart, right?

Unfortunately, I am not Mu Qingqiu.

Mu Qingqiu suddenly felt a little sad, but then he persuaded himself not to think like this, Yuanshen would definitely think it was pity.

Rinse off head full of foam.

Meng Zijun said, "You can do the rest by yourself. Call me after washing. I'll help you up." Then he got up and left, closing the bathroom door.He also heard Mu Qingqiu's "Okay" like a mosquito.

Pick up the soap and put your head down.

The slightly swaying water reflected her flushed face.

Subconsciously touched his cheek with the back of his hand—it was really hot.

It must be because the water temperature is too high.

Meng Zijun took the night flight back to the country.

There is only one person left in the huge presidential suite.

Mu Qingqiu sat on the edge of the soft bed, looking at the lights outside the window.Because the focus time is too long, the vision is blurred instead.The orange light gradually faded and diffused.

Mu Qingqiu's mind went blank.

Early the next morning, Mu Qingqiu woke up just after dawn.

Last night he dreamed that Qingzheng Group was delisted.

Master Gu was arrested by the police.

In the dream, browsing the screen of the mobile phone, as if I was still in that world, so real.

After staring at the ceiling for a long time, Mu Qingqiu sat up from the bed.

Go to the Historical Museum of Vienna today!

Even though he thought so, Mu Qingqiu arrived in front of the Separation Art Museum.

Just as he was about to go forward to buy a ticket, his phone rang—Old Tang

"Yu, who is this?"

"The original psychiatrist."

Mu Qingqiu knew it in his heart, while connected the phone: "Hello?"

While secretly complaining: It is not easy for a psychiatrist.International calls are expensive.

"Yo, Qingqiu. I'm in a good mood recently? You haven't been here for a long time."

"I'm in Vienna now. I have something to do. I'll contact you when I return home in a few days?"

"Vienna? On a business trip with Meng?"

"Hmm...about the same." Mu Qingqiu thought for a while but still didn't tell the truth.Even though he is the psychiatrist of the original body, he doesn't know how much he actually knows about the original body, so it's better to be careful.

"Oh. Then you're busy. I won't bother you. It's not bad to go abroad~"

"Um……"

"Then I'm dead. Saw 5 patients today. I need to clear my head."

"OK, bye."

When the other party hung up the phone, Mu Qingqiu seemed relieved.

Tang Wanzhou, who hung up the phone, frowned at the pitch-black screen.

"Forget it. I should be thinking too much."

Mu Qingqiu is actually not very interested in the Secessionist Guild Hall, but as a well-known art faction in Vienna, it is still worth visiting.

Most of the paintings are not very beautiful straight lines, but Klimt's "Beethoven Exhibition" in the hall really surprised Mu Qingqiu.

The Pop Art-like mural perfectly interprets Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.

Flying people are struggling to pursue something;

A man and a woman on the ground crossed their hands as if begging the heroic knight, so humble, so weak;

The color of the snake girl is in sharp contrast with the giant;

The original Yuren and the long-haired woman who plucked the strings looked peaceful;

God and angels in white surrounded the men and women just now...

"It seems to be a happy ending." Mu Qingqiu murmured softly.

"You've got it?"

Suddenly someone asked.

Mu Qingqiu was a little surprised.His own voice is obviously not loud.It so happened that there was a person who could understand Chinese standing next to him.

After all, this season is not a busy tourist season, and the Secession Hall is not a check-in spot for Internet celebrities.

What a coincidence.

But surprise is surprise, meeting is fate.

The man looks about 40 years old, with a little white hair, but very energetic.He was wearing a light blue three-quarter sleeve shirt with off-white loose linen trousers on his lower body.

"Don't dare. It's just superficial meaning. I don't understand the deep level." After all, I can't even understand Beethoven's Ninth Symphony.

"That's amazing. I can't understand why the author uses such lines and colors to express?"

"Maybe it's just a little rebellious." Mu Qingqiu said with a smile.

"Rebellious? Haha. This is an interesting interpretation of anti-classicism." I don't know when there was a lady beside me, with long hair like seaweed, wearing a white cheongsam with red plums embroidered on the skirt.It looks like 35, with a dignified temperament.

"This is my wife, Jiang Huai."

Mu Qingqiu opened his mouth and said "oh" softly, his face was so so.

"So you are a novelist." Mu Qingqiu put down his teacup and sighed.

"Well. But the level is average, and there are often grammatical errors," Jiang Zehan said, "Some of them were corrected by Jiang Huai for me. Come here to find inspiration."

"Then your book must have been published. May I ask for a pseudonym? Or the title of the book?"

"Pseudonym? Hu Bing. It seems that a book has been published recently. The name is..."Vortex", I remember it."

Vortex?

Mu Qingqiu remembered it instantly - this is the world's best seller this year, he saw it when he went to the bookstore before.

However, there is really no trace of bragging on this person's expression, um... let's take it as humility.

"What about you? Have you settled down here?" Jiang Huai asked.

"No. I'm here on a business trip."

"That arm..."

"Ha, I didn't pay attention in the suburbs, I accidentally fell. The sky here is very beautiful, and if I didn't pay attention, I didn't look at the bottom of my feet." Mu Qingqiu rubbed his nose embarrassingly to cover up the lie.

"Oh...then what do you usually do?" Jiang Zehan asked subconsciously, "Oh. There is no other meaning. Just curiosity. Accumulate materials. If it is inconvenient, don't use it."

"It's nothing but an ordinary real estate project manager. Hold meetings, write reports and so on." While talking, the phone rang, "Excuse me, I'll answer the call."

The outdoor tea lounge is by the lake.The water is shining, and occasionally a few swans swim by.

Mu Qingqiu answered the phone while standing by the lake.

It was Yuan He calling.

Mu Qingqiu asked Yuan He to wait for him at the hotel, and finally said politely, "I'm sorry."

When I returned to my seat, I heard Jiang Huai communicating with the waiter in German.

Seems like three extra dark chocolate cakes and hot water.

Mu Qingqiu still wanted to continue visiting the History Museum two streets away, so he made an excuse and said, "My colleague's room card has been lost, so I'll go back and open the door for him. I'll take my leave first."

"Okay." Jiang Huai said warmly.

"Oh, that's good. I wanted you to try the brioche here. Came here yesterday and found it to be delicious."

"Oh? Really? Then I'll bring my friend over to eat at night."

Mu Qingqiu went into the back room of the teahouse to settle the bill, then left the square, followed the map to the History Museum.

The author has something to say: [Small Theater]

Meng Zijun packed his luggage and prepared to leave.

Mu Qingqiu: "Suddenly feel that he is so nagging..."

Yu: "... Shouldn't you feel gentle and delicate?"

Mu Qingqiu: "..."

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Back home in the next chapter. . . .

Sorry, I'm a little lazy these days, I'm late,,,,