Resu will blow up [Quick Transmigration]

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes and picked his fingers, "And then?"

"The butler told you that I have been in poor health since I was a child, and I have a routine check-up every month." Gu Chen's voice was very soft, but anyone who knew him could feel that at this moment, the man's emotions were not the same. Not good, like suppressing something.

Fang Zhuo lowered his eyes, and nodded with his fingers.

"The hospital I frequented that day couldn't do an examination due to an accident, so I had to go to a public hospital temporarily. While waiting for the examination report, a child suddenly ran over and grabbed my hand..."

At that time, Gu Chen didn't have the vitality that a child should have at all, he was gloomy and terrifying, even the servants felt scared when they saw him.

They discussed in private, saying that the young master's eyes are terrible, lifeless, and he walks lightly, like a ghost, whether his parents were killed by him.

When Gu Chen heard this many times, he stood at the corner and watched those people walk away further and further away with disgust on their faces.

He is actually numb, even if his parents pass away, he doesn't necessarily feel very sad.

The housekeeper said it was because he was young, ignorant, and did not understand the meaning of death.

But only Gu Chen knows it himself, he understands everything, and sometimes wonders if he is really a monster with a lack of emotion.

Fang Zhuo was the first person besides the butler who was willing to touch him with kindness.

When his hand was held by that little hand, he was stunned.

The owner of the little hand is not in good condition, he has a little fever, and there are wounds on his forehead and face.

He raised his face and looked at him with black and white eyes, "Brother, are you sick too?"

After a brief daze, Gu Chen withdrew his hand.

Fang Zhuo was young and still not sensitive to the emotional changes of others, so he climbed up the stool with a smile and sat in a row with Gu Chen.

He was wearing a floral shirt and shorts that day, his hair was a bit long and messy, and he couldn't tell whether it was a boy or a girl, and his voice was soft and waxy. Although he was painted, he could vaguely see a cute shadow.

Gu Chen remained expressionless, his back straightened like a little grown-up.

Probably never seen such a serious person, Xiao Fang Zhuo observed curiously, in order to attract the attention of the other party, his body twisted back and forth on the stool, making rustling movements.

Gu Chenxi was quiet, his forehead twitched, and he looked over unbearably, trying to force the little guy back with those terrifying eyes.

Fang Zhuo didn't notice it, raised his small hand and put it on Gu Chen's forehead, muttering, "Brother, are you sick too? Is it a fever? Where are your parents?"

The child's hand was soft and warm, like a small stove, and Gu Chen was in a daze this time, longer than before.

Fang Zhuo frowned, and the eldest brother was stupefied, "He will take you to my mother, let her take you to the doctor."

As he spoke, he wanted to drag Gu Chen off the bench, but he didn't have enough strength to pull it off at all.

Gu Chen regained his senses, pinched his hand behind his back, opened his mouth, and lowered his tone in an unskilled manner, "I'm not sick."

Fang Zhuo blinked, tilted his head and stared at him for a long time, and finally believed, "Okay, then I will wait for your mother with you."

Gu Chen fell into silence again.

Fang Zhuo sat with him for a while, couldn't hold back anymore, and started pushing again. After a while, he sold himself out, and finally started to say something else, "I just came back from my grandma's house today, grandma In the countryside, there are chickens, ducks, and fish, and you can also eat roasted sweet potatoes, brother, have you tried it?"

Gu Chen pursed his lips and did not speak.

There was a lot of noise coming and going in the corridor, Fang Zhuo thought he didn't hear it, so he knelt down on the stool and put his mouth next to Gu Chen's ear, "Have you ever eaten roasted sweet potatoes?"

The warm breath sprayed against his ears, Gu Chen's heart was beating, he was a little nervous, he wanted to push the person away, but he was a little bit reluctant.

This is the first time he knows that being close to others is something that can barely be considered warm, and it is completely different from the closeness and respect that the housekeeper treats him.

One of the two chattered, the other listened quietly, but soon, the chattering voice gradually weakened.

Fang Zhuo fell asleep, his body slipped down little by little, and finally lay down on Gu Chen's lap.

There were a lot of people in the hospital that day, and Fang's mother queued for nearly four to ten minutes in order to pay the bill.

When she hurried back, she found that her son had come out of the infusion room and had fallen asleep on someone else's body.

She walked over quickly, Wen Sheng apologized to Gu Chendao a few times, and went to pat Fang Zhuo's face again.

One shot, the person didn't wake up, another shot, the person still didn't wake up.

Mother Fang was embarrassed, this child could sleep like a pig anywhere.

The lump on his leg was suddenly carried away, and Gu Chen subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab it.

Fang's mother froze for a moment, "Little friend, is there anything else?"

Gu Chen stared at the small wrist that was pinched by him, let go of his hand, and shook his head blankly.

After returning home, he locked himself in the study for an entire afternoon, staring at the books in the cabinet in a daze.

Outside the villa, children from other families were running around in the garden playing hide-and-seek.

Gu Chen came to the window, stared at it for a while, then suddenly left the study and ran out of the villa.

He stood under the tree and tried to get closer, but the children ran away screaming, yelling that the devil is coming, the ghost is coming.

The servants of each family in the villa always like to get together to chat about their employers when they have nothing to do. Over time, Gu Chen's "scary" spread among the children.

Children's innocence and frankness are sometimes the most hurtful.

Even though Gu Chen was used to being alienated by others, he was still a little hurt. No one wanted to approach him, except for that child.

When he got home, he called the butler into the study and told him that he wanted to go to school.

After going to school, Gu Chen quickly got to know the child that day and knew his name, but he didn't dare to go forward, he was very scared.

Fang Zhuo always has many friends around him, each of them is very sunny, completely opposite to his personality.

He once tried to get close, but Fang Zhuo was soon dragged away by his friends.

He heard the men say, "Let's not go near him, I heard he has an infection."

Gu Chen stood there watching them, and found that Fang Zhuo turned to look at him, but the other party just smiled at him.

He doesn't seem to remember himself, Gu Chen thought dejectedly.

But he was reluctant to leave the school, and would stand on the balcony and look downstairs every day, and over time, he actually developed this habit.

Gu Chen often laughs at himself and thinks that he is really like a mouse hiding in the gutter, watching for that seductive beauty.

On his 12th birthday, Gu Chen sat by the flower bed that he had to pass when leaving school, just like in the past.

But this time, he didn't want to secretly watch Fang Zhuo leave, but wanted to invite him to his birthday party.

It's a pity that he didn't see any familiar figure when the school was gone.

The story was not long in the first place, and Gu Chen kept the long story short and shortened it to less than 3 minutes.

Fang Zhuo suddenly felt that time seemed to have passed for a long time.

He felt a thorn in his throat, pulling along the trachea all the way to the heart, and it hurt a little.

"Do you know what his name is?"

"I don't know." Gu Chen stared intently into his eyes and said, "But you can find the answer."

"Me?" Fang Zhuo pointed at himself, "You mean..."

Gu Chen, "You need to find the answer."

Fang Zhuo understands that he needs something to prove the identity of the child in the story, instead of guessing it out of thin air. This may be part of Gu Chen's mission, or it may be a restriction imposed on men by the rules.

Gu Chen rubbed the young man's head, and changed the topic, "What did you go to the shared house for?"

Fang Zhuo took off the hand above his head and clasped it firmly, "A photo album."

Childhood memories, in the busy life, have gradually faded, and he can only remember some more profound things.

"I want to confirm one thing."

Gu Chen squeezed the young man's fingers, "What about after confirmation? What do you want to do?"

Fang Zhuo said, "I'll tell you when the time comes."

Today is the weekend, there are many children running around downstairs in the community, the black car stopped and stopped, and finally stopped downstairs.

Fang Zhuo unbuckled his seat belt, let Gu Chen stay below, and went upstairs to get things by himself.

He lowered his head and took out the key. Just as he inserted the key into the lock, the door was opened a crack from the inside.

The teacher held the door and the door frame, stood behind the door and looked at Fang Zhuo, "Why are you back?"

Fang Zhuo glanced at the chain lock hanging on the door, "I'll come back to get something, you open the door first."

"You, wait a moment." The teacher said in a flustered voice, and slammed the door shut.

Fang Zhuo was turned away, and asked the system blankly, "Did I offend him?"

233,"No."

The lock on the anti-theft door clicked, and the teacher opened the door again, "Come in."

Fang Zhuo walked in and looked around the living room, everything was still the same as when he left last time, quiet and clean, except that the sofa cushion was a little wrinkled, as if someone had just sat on it.

"Are you home alone?"

"Ah?" The teacher was distracted, and was taken aback when he heard the words, "Sorry, what did you just say?"

Fang Zhuo repeated, and then asked, "Where's Peng Linlin?"

It stands to reason that this weekend, that young white-collar worker should be at home too, so he went on a date?

After a long time, the teacher stammered, "She, she has a date with her boyfriend, yes, a date, and she just left not long ago."

Fang Zhuo frowned, looking inquiringly, "What's wrong with you today?"

"It's nothing." The teacher looked down at the tip of his toes, and grabbed the seam of his trousers with his fingers nervously, "Don't you want to get something, go quickly, go quickly after you get it, I, I still have things to do."

Not right.

Fang Zhuo glanced across the sofa, "Is your girlfriend here?"

The teacher twisted his face for a moment, "Just take it as it is."

Fang Zhuo, "..." Yes, yes, no, no, there is nothing to admit.

However, it is not easy to interfere in other people's private affairs. Fang Zhuo squeezed the key in his hand and walked to his room.

Halfway through, there was a sudden bang in the room on the right.

Fang Zhuo frowned, that room belonged to white-collar workers.

He looked back at the teacher, and found that the other party was shocked, sweating, and looked shocked and at a loss.

"Didn't you say she's not here?" Fang Zhuo was worried about the accident in the room, and wanted to knock on the door, but was dragged back by the teacher, and pushed him hard on the back, "You go, go now."

There are other people in this room.

"Brother Ah San, what's going on inside." Fang Zhuo waited for a few seconds before answering, and shouted a few more times, but there was still no answer.

The system was forced to go offline.

This was the only thought in Fang Zhuo's mind.

He glanced at the terrified teacher, and quickly took out his mobile phone to call the police.

"Don't call the police! They will kill her!" The teacher rushed over to snatch the phone and retreated to the door.

With a creak, the door of Fang Zhuo's own room was opened from the inside.

The person inside the door was dressed in black, with bruises on the corners of his mouth and eyes, gauze still standing on his chin, his hair was much longer than the last time we met, and he was taken care of submissively.

He held the door and called out in a low voice, "Brother."

Fang Zhuo didn't expect that the person who had been shrinking would suddenly show up, his mind blank.

It can only be said that the bait he cast was good before, and he actually caught the fish in advance.

Unfortunately, more than one fish was hooked.

If Fang Wei was the only one who came, the roommate would not be so scared. There are other people in this room, and they are probably in the room of the little white-collar worker.

Fang Wei wanted to speak, but the wound at the corner of his mouth hissed.

He covered his mouth with his hand, and called brother in a weak voice.

Fang Zhuo looked at the teacher and signaled him to open the door and run quickly. The teacher must have been frightened, and shouted, "I can't run, I can't run, Peng Linlin is still in their hands."

These words were like a switch, the little white-collar's room was opened, and there were several burly men headed by dreadlocks standing inside, while Peng Linling was tied to a chair and seemed to have passed out.

In order to frighten Fang Zhuo, Dirty Braid deliberately patted the little white-collar's face with a fruit knife.

Fang Zhuo sneered in his heart, I'm afraid this group of people are crazy, they should cover their faces anyway.

Just so confidently and boldly exposing your face, what is the difference between courting death.

Fang Wei walked out of the room, looked at Dirty Braid across half the living room, then took a breath, and said with a depressed expression, "Are you still afraid of me, thinking I'm going to hurt you? Brother, how can you miss me so much?" , I am your younger brother, my dear brother."

Fang Zhuo, "..."

It's been a long time since I saw him, but his acting skills are still so good, it's so good that it makes people sick.

In order to prevent the people in the house from escaping, Dirty Braid sent someone to guard the anti-theft door and coughed by the way.

After receiving the signal, Fang Wei said, "Let's talk."

Fang Zhuo glanced at the phone held in the hands of the teacher, and guessed that if he didn't go down, it was time for Gu Chen to come up and find someone.

He walked towards Fang Wei, "What do you want to talk about?"

Seeing Fang Zhuo's cooperation, Fang Wei breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually believed that Fang Zhuo really forgave him.

"Talk about my future." Fang Wei closed the door, locked it, and kicked the stool at his feet towards Fang Zhuo.

Fang Zhuo blocked it with his feet, did not intend to sit down, but opened the bottom drawer of the bedside table and took out a photo album.

Many of the photos inside are old and yellowed, and the portraits have become blurred.

Due to the capacity of the album, some photos are stacked in a plastic bag.

Fang Zhuo turned slowly, page by page, and Fang Wei's hypocritical confession was heard in his ears.

"Brother, I know I was wrong, and I also know that what you said before was all about caring about me. I didn't know what to do and was ignorant. I wasted all your hard work and forced myself to this road."

Fang Wei started to cry while talking, thinking of what happened to him during this time, he was full of annoyance and regret.

Although he was born in a bad family, he has excellent grades and is liked by the professor.

You just need to work hard and persist for a few more years, and the future will be bright.

With such a good hand, why did he play it like this.

Fang Zhuo looked for the answer carefully in the photo album as if he had never heard of it.

Finally, on the third to last page, I found what I wanted.

That photo was stuck between the other two photos, he carefully pulled it out, and found the date written on the back of the photo, October 12, counting it, he should have just entered the second grade at that time.

The heart was beating rapidly without warning, nervous, excited, and more frightened.

He was afraid that there was a mistake in his memory, which led him to make a sentimental guess that he was the child Gu Chen was talking about.

Just as he was about to turn the photo over, Fang Wei suddenly grabbed his wrist.

Fang Zhuo's suppressed anger and disgust suddenly burst out.

He raised his dark eyes, opened Fang Wei's hand, and punched it with his backhand.