Heard I'm Frail [Quick Transmigration]

It rained heavily that night, as if a flood was coming, and the rainwater submerged the ground of the entire city overnight.The place where Gu Chuan lives is on the first floor, and there is a small step at the door just to block the raging rain outside.He moved a stool and sat by the window, listening to the violent squeak of the closed window due to the beating of the rain, looking out at the scenery washed by the rain.

Still gray and colorless.

Gu Chuan sat quietly by the window, wondering if he was too energetic, but he sat like this for a long time.He couldn't see the changes in the sky outside, so he didn't know the passage of time.He didn't sit there thinking, he just maintained a sitting posture very simply, and didn't think about anything in his head, as if time stood still at this moment.

For a long time, the heavy rain was so long that he was tired, and the dark clouds in the sky gradually dissipated, but Gu Chuan was still sitting there.He didn't know if it was already the second day, but he saw a faint figure on the road.He blinked, and then saw a couple holding hands walking to his house and standing in front of the mailbox under his windowsill.One-way cellophane was pasted on the windows, Gu Chuan could see what was outside, but people outside could not see inside the window.

Gu Chuan didn't make a sound to disturb the couple who was standing at the door of his house to take pictures, he just quietly watched the young man and woman holding hands with a sweet smile and took a boxy envelope that looked like an envelope and a red envelope Things, first the man held the red envelope and made a gesture of throwing it into the mailbox, then the woman stood in the distance happily taking pictures of him, and then the two of them switched roles.After two rounds, the young couple left happily.

Gu Chuan sat calmly.

A few more people came to Gu Chuan's mailbox one after another, and each of them would take pictures when they came.Apart from looking different, each of them behaves the same.

This is what Xu Yang saw when he returned home. He froze for a second, then grabbed the broom in the yard and rushed up with red eyes, cursing angrily, "This is not a place for you to put on a show!"

Probably because Xu Yang's expression was too fierce, some people who originally wanted to make fun of him shut their mouths instinctively, and then dispersed in a swarm.Xu Yang stood at the door clutching the broom tightly, and it took him a while to walk to the mailbox.He raised the broom and slammed it hard on the letterbox. The wooden broom shaft broke off, but the letterbox was still standing there.

Xu Yang's eyes were red again, he lowered his head and looked around, picked up a big rock and smashed it hard, but only made an inconspicuous small hole on the mailbox, the damage was so small that he seemed to be mocking him of incompetence.Xu Yang still wanted to be violent, but he seemed to remember something in the next second, he opened the door in a panic and went back into the house.

As soon as he entered, he saw Gu Chuan sitting by the window.

Just a window away.

Xu Yang's face turned pale, he looked at Gu Chuan in a daze, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Have you been sitting here all this time?"

Furukawa nodded.

"Have you seen it all?"

Furukawa still nodded.

Xu Yang's figure flickered for a while, then he returned to the room and hurriedly came out with a hammer.Gu Chuan saw what was in his hand, and then said, "It's not necessary."

"I'm going to take that broken thing down!" Xu Yang's hand holding the hammer was throbbing with veins, "I'm going to take it down!"

Gu Chuan felt that it was unnecessary, and he said, "You don't need to be so angry."

"But they are humiliating you!"

Gu Chuan froze for a moment.

Xu Yang was also stunned, he opened his mouth and explained in a panic: "I didn't mean that..."

"I know."

"..." Xu Yang turned his head in embarrassment. He has always been a very gentle and shy person. A good-tempered person like him always makes people feel that he is born without the word angry.But today he seemed particularly wrong. He took a deep breath and said, "I still have to dismantle it."

Gu Chuan paused, and then said, "It's up to you."

Xu Yang went out the door with a hammer, bumped it in front of him for a while, then dragged the mailbox and threw it into the trash can outside.When he disassembled the mailbox, he was so rough that his hands were scratched in many places.It's just that he didn't seem to feel any pain, and he didn't even frown. He just disinfected it with alcohol at home.

Gu Chuan finally left from the window, but the moment he turned around, he looked back for some reason.There is no trace of the boxy mailbox under the window sill, but the boxy edge marks and rust on the ground still clearly show its past existence.

"Dirty." Gu Chuan muttered to himself.

"What?" Xu Yang didn't hear Gu Chuan's words, he just heard some voices.He turned his head to look at Gu Chuan, only to find that Gu Chuan was walking quietly into the house. "Did you say something just now?" Xu Yang asked.

"It's nothing."

The two returned to the living room together, but neither spoke.Gu Chuan naturally found a place to sit down again. He looked at the time and felt that it was still early, so he subconsciously moved the drawing board out and decided to draw something to pass the time.He laid out the drawing paper on the drawing board, held the paint box in his left hand, and the paintbrush in his right hand. When his paintbrush landed on one of the grids of the paint box, he suddenly heard a voice from a distance: " That's blue."

Gu Chuan paused, he turned his head and saw Xu Yang covering his mouth and looking at him in fear.Seeing his expression, Gu Chuan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled, and said, "Thank you."

Obviously Gu Chuan thanked him, but Xu Yang's mood was not appeased.He clenched his fists to control himself not to look at Gu Chuan, but he didn't realize that his peripheral vision had been closely following Gu Chuan's movements, and he was thinking about the paints that Gu Chuan's pen tip touched one by one. color.He didn't lose his composure to report to Gu Chuan again, but he felt more and more uncomfortable, and he unconsciously stood beside Gu Chuan.

Gu Chuan noticed Xu Yang beside him, but when he looked up, he found that he was crying for some reason.Gu Chuan hesitated for a moment, and then he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"……sorry."

"Ok?"

"I..." Xu Yang made a hoarse voice, and said in a low voice: "I am no different from others."

"how?"

"Obviously you trust me to tell me about your eyes, but because of this, I started...treating you." Xu Yang choked up, "I obviously don't want to think like this, but I can't help but take care of you, I feel that I should help you. I... I am actually very despicable when I say these words now, and I am begging for your forgiveness..." The owner of the supermarket is right, he is no different from them, and he is still Justifying yourself and being a selfish profiteer.

"You're not wrong." Gu Chuan replied, "There's no need to be sad about this kind of thing."

Xu Yang stared blankly at Gu Chuan.

"You just want to be nice to me." Gu Chuan smiled, "I'm very happy."

"but I……"

"You helped me." Gu Chuan said, "Thank you."

Xu Yang's mood eased. He stared at Gu Chuan closely, as if he wanted to see every expression on his face clearly. He asked, "Did I really help you?"

Furukawa nodded.

Seeing Gu Chuan nodding, Xu Yang smiled.He reached out and wiped away his tears, and then said in a relaxed tone: "Look, I'm in a hurry today, and I forgot to buy today's breakfast! I'll go out and buy it right away! Do you want to eat something?"

"Steamed Vermicelli Roll."

"it is good!"

Xu Yang agreed, and then rushed out with the wallet.It's just that at the moment when he went out, when the door "touched" closed, he slapped himself hard.

Gu Chuan sat in front of the drawing board for a while, then he stood up from the chair and took a small sticky note from the drawer.He went back to the drawing board and was silent for a while. He marked the paints that he remembered so well with the names of the colors on a small sticky note, and then noted the color of each grid on the paint box.Looking at the clearly marked paint, Gu Chuan put down his brush and put everything away.

On this day, he did not paint.

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