Disabled cannon fodder has a dream [Quick Transmigration]

The night outside the window was getting thicker and thicker, and the heat slowly dissipated, returning to a fairly normal temperature.

Wu Bei was lying on the bed with the fan next to his pillow. He closed his eyes and turned over several times.

Can't sleep.

It was early in the morning, and he didn't feel sleepy at all, as if even the cells in his whole body were excitedly active.

However, the instigator hugged the thin quilt and occupied two-thirds of the entire bed, sleeping soundly.

Two grown men squeezed together on the bed, Wu Bei could touch Song Xi's slapped hands with every move, and it was like a big stove lying beside him, no matter where he touched, it would burn people tremble.

Really crazy.

It's not a 20-year-old boy who reacts so quickly when he is touched twice, but also a cripple from the country that he met on the first day.

It's not that Wu Bei discriminates against country people, nor does it mean that he looks down on disabled people, but if he asks himself, he is not bad. He has seen all types of people, male, female, pure, flirtatious, etc., even if he is wearing clothes. Holding on to three o'clock, standing in front of him and dancing hotly, he didn't have as much reaction as Song Xi's touch.

Could it be that it has been held back for so long that meat and vegetables are no longer taboo?

Wu Bei thought, turned over and sat up, took out a cigarette from the coat next to him and hurried out.

The night wind blows outside, and it feels like it will go down after a while.

The man was leaning against the door, with a cigarette in his mouth, and his fingers rubbing the lighter, which was delayed for a long time.

Dark night enveloped the entire village, except for the chirping of insects and frogs, everything was silent.

Song Xi slept soundly this time, without dreams all night, until the village head knocked on the door, he turned over in a daze, stretched his arms and stretched his waist.

Just when I was about to get out of bed, I realized that there was a person lying on my side with a suit jacket on my face. Only after I calmed down could I hear the sound of long and even breathing.

Song Xi called softly: "Wu Bei?"

The man didn't move, he fell asleep.

Song Xi stretched out his hand to poke it, but there was still no response. He lifted the coat covering the man's face, and in front of his eyes, apart from the man's handsome, non-aggressive face in his sleep, there were also a pair of dark circles under his eyes.

"Did you steal the cow in the middle of the night?" Song Xi muttered twice, stretching out his hand over the man with difficulty and leaning on the edge of the bed to roll outwards, trying not to touch him.

It is inconvenient to do anything without a leg. After a while, he stepped on his left leg firmly on the ground, and then slowly retracted the other half of his body.

Wu Bei didn't sleep all night. He went to bed at dawn and squinted for a while. When he opened his eyes, he saw a magnified version of the human face. Song Xi was still supporting half of his body on top of him. For a moment, he didn't even think about it. The whole person is like a spring, sitting up stiffly.

"I/grass!"

Song Xi was startled by the man's sudden movement, his hand softened, and he kowtowed at the man.

"..."

For a moment, the two fell back on the bed, their eyes met, and their mouths were knocked together.

Wu Bei reacted first, pushed the person away, and got up from the bed as if fleeing. Regardless of the blood dripping from his lips, he took out a piece of paper from his pocket and wiped his mouth vigorously.

Song Xi's lips were numb from the blow, and it was hot, but he didn't bleed. His teeth hit Wu Bei's lips, and there was a bit of rust on them.

In the morning, my stomach was empty, and I had a strong reaction. I felt nauseous when I smelled a little unpleasant smell. The rusty smell of blood rushed straight into my throat, almost rushing into my stomach.

Song Xi's stomach was churning for a while, and he couldn't contain his physical reaction at all. He sat on the bed and covered his mouth and retched a few times.

Hearing two sounds of retching, Wu Bei's face was so dark that it was about to fall off, just like the bottom of the pot that had been on fire for more than 20 years, he gritted his teeth.

"Make it clear, you were the one who knocked on me, and I was the one with the broken lip. What's so disgusting about you..."

Wu Bei suddenly took the rest of the words by himself, without saying a word, tightly clutching the blood-wiping paper, picked up the coat next to the pillow and put it on, and walked out without looking back.

Why can't it be disgusting, not everyone can really accept mouth-to-mouth with men.

I don't know why the other party got angry suddenly, Song Xi vomited until tears welled up in his eyes, it was too late to say anything, he was the only one left in the room for a moment.

After sitting on the bed to relax for a while, he slowly got out of bed.

Today's sky looks dark, the clouds have been blocking the sun, and even people's mood is low.

When eating breakfast, there were occasional polite voices on the dining table. Wu Bei sat on the table with a bowl in his hand. There was an obvious opening on the table. The air pressure was so low that even the little dog could see that he was in a bad mood. He squatted at the door and dared not enter. Room.

The village head has been winking at his wife.

Song Xi had a big heart and didn't feel anything wrong at all. He held a bowl of porridge and blew while sipping. He didn't seem to feel that something was wrong until no one spoke at the dinner table.

Song Xi put down the bowl, and said casually, "Village Chief, what do I need to bring for household division?"

The village head seemed relieved, and explained: "I'll go to your house later and bring the household registration book with me."

This conversation broke the deadlock in an instant. Wu Bei no longer vented his air-conditioning openly, but secretly cast ice scum with his eyes.

Song Xi was completely dazed, completely unaware of what was wrong with this man, and who provoked him.

After eating, the village chief went to pack up his things and said that he would meet at the entrance of the village at ten o'clock.

Song Xi went back to get his household registration, and when he went out, he saw Wu Bei on the phone. He listened a few times, as if he was giving directions, and then added: "Call when we arrive."

It is estimated that someone came to pick him up.

Song Xi shook his head and continued to walk out, completely missing that Wu Bei hung up the phone with the corners of his lips pursed, gave him a vicious look in the direction of his back, and then slammed his fist hard against the wall.

Song Xi didn't know about all this.

He was still discussing with the system in his mind. He had a strange dream when he slept at night. It was obviously a very important thing, but when he opened his eyes in the morning, he forgot everything.

The system was speechless: "...I'm just a system, not omnipotent, and I can't find out what dreams you have."

Song Xi didn't believe it at all, and said: "Can't find out? You said that the small world is maintained by data, so dreams should also be part of the data."

The system explained: "Human dreams are a very magical thing. They are derived from the thinking of the brain and have no directionality. They cannot be judged by data at all, nor can they be captured."

"It's still so useless..." Song Xi muttered in a low voice, and after he finished speaking, he felt that something was wrong. Why did he say 'still'?

weird.

Arriving at the He's house in a blink of an eye, Song Xi put away his thoughts, only to realize that the door of the He's house was locked, and there was no one in the room, so it was very quiet.

He took out the key he had brought with him, opened the door and went in. There were only a few chickens scurrying about in the yard. When they heard a human voice, they fluttered their wings and clucked and ran away.

There was no one in the room, and since Song Xi had too much communication with the He family, he went straight to He Jianjun's room without hesitation, took out the household registration booklet from the box, and took it with him.

Returning the same way, he found a pile of cherries on the table, half in a bag, and the other half in a bowl of candied cherries made with white sugar.

Judging from the color and freshness of the cherries, they should have been picked from the fruit trees planted by He Kang with a few leaves.

Although I don't know why no one from the He family is here, but this does not hinder Song Xi.

Without even thinking about it, he picked up the cherries in his hand. After thinking about it, he went to the kitchen again, packed a dozen eggs in a bag, and a small bag of rice. He walked to the village chief's house with great interest.

When he was about to reach the village chief's house, Song Xi heard the news about the He family from an aunt.

It turned out that He Jie was rushed to the hospital by the old couple, just this morning.