Bailian's stand-in has collapsed [Transmigration Book]

"Boom."

The book that I didn't hold firmly fell down, hitting the bridge of my nose.

Lin Jianqiu woke up from the sound of a sudden brake.

An oncoming car showed no intention of slowing down at all. It wiped the rearview mirror and drove past quickly, splashing a string of muddy water.

"The road conditions here are not very good." Ye Huaishuang's voice came from the side, "If you are sleepy, go back to sleep."

The outside has already reached the suburbs, and there is only a narrow path for vehicles to pass through. The potholes on the road are full of rainwater, and the bumpy feeling in the dream probably originated from here.

Lin Jianqiu took the book off his forehead, rubbed his nose, his voice was dull.

"No need, I'm not sleepy. I've had nothing to do these two days,? I've had a good rest."

That is to say,? But he was also the one who fell asleep while reading a book in the car.

According to the time, only ten minutes have passed, but it seems to have experienced a long life, and the long dream makes people feel tired.

Fortunately, the cemetery is within easy reach.

Ye Huaishuang stopped the car in the parking lot, got out of the car and took the bouquet from behind, Lin Jianqiu rubbed the center of his brows, and got out of the car too.

The location of the cemetery here is extremely remote, and there are few people coming. At this time, you can't see any people at a glance, but the surrounding vegetation is lush and lush, with water droplets on the branches and leaves, and you can hear crisp birdsong.

It looks a bit empty, but it is not as deserted and desolate as imagined.

Ye Huaishuang had already been here before, and she still remembered the location, so she didn't spend too much time looking for the direction. After getting out of the car, she went straight to her destination.

Xu Ruoning's tomb is also in the corner of the cemetery.

Compared with the nearby tombs, the child's tomb is shabby, with only a bunch of dried wild chrysanthemums.

I didn't buy it from a flower shop, but picked it from the side of the road, tied it with a white string at the bottom, and put it in a cut plastic bottle.

Probably because of the strong wind recently, both the bottle and the flowers were blown down, half withered, half soaked in small puddles, and the petals were a little rotten.

Ye Huaishuang did not throw away the bunch of withered wild chrysanthemums, but lifted the bottle up and put it back, and then put down the flowers in her hand.

"She had been dependent on her grandma before." Ye Huaishuang explained, "After she passed away, her grandma was taken to a nursing home in the community."

Doesn't sound like a too bad ending.

There is not even a clear name on the adjacent tombstone. It is probably an unknown person. Weeds are growing in front of the tombstone, and it is obvious that no one has visited it for a long time.

But in the end, Xu Ruoning's tomb might end up in the same way.

After all, the old man is old, and after this blow, he doesn't know that he can visit her for a few more years.

When the old man passed away, very few people in this world still remembered her.

Lin Jianqiu: "Does Teacher Ye hope that more people will remember her?"

Ye Huaishuang: "I only hope that those who truly love her can remember her, not just out of sympathy and pity. Even if there is only one person, it is worth the sum of billions of people in this world."

Lin Jianqiu was startled.

Ye Huaishuang was not a talkative person in the first place, and after putting down the flowers, she didn't say anything in particular, she just stood quietly for a while.

Lin Jianqiu, on the other hand, stared down at the name on the tombstone, and felt that it was not appropriate for him to come empty-handed. He turned his head to look around, picked off a bunch of small flowers by the side of the bush, and bent down to put them into the plastic bottle.

"In the next life, you must be happy and grow up happily."

He pointed to the tombstone in a serious manner, as if a stone could understand human speech.

Ye Huaishuang didn't laugh because of this, he could tell that Lin Jianqiu was serious.

On the way back, they all slowed down in unison.

"Xu Ruoning." Lin Jianqiu read aloud.

"Ok?"

"Sounds like a good name."

"I heard that it was taken by her father, but her parents died in a car accident when she was very young, and the old people of the two families raised her together, but her grandparents were very old and in poor health. Before she was hospitalized Died a year too."

The successive tragedies may have collapsed on normal people, but Xu Ruoning has always been positive and optimistic, and he was smiling until he died.

Such a result makes people more heartbroken, but it is also rejoicing.

At least it shows that she grew up in love since she was a child, and she doesn't need to experience the dark side of reality in this world.Death due to illness is helpless, but it is not a man-made tragedy.

Lin Jianqiu thought of Dai Li'an, who died innocently, and Nan Nan, who had an accident. In the end, he inevitably thought of the regrets in another world.

Whether it's Xu Ruoning or Dai Li'an, there will always be someone crying over their deaths, but the other... has nothing.

"That child is called Ye Zi."

When he came back to his senses, he had already said it.

"Maybe her surname is Luo, but I haven't asked her. She always complains to me that her parents must hate her very much, so they gave her such a name."

"When I saw her for the first time, I didn't like her very much. At that time, I hated children, especially bear children, but she kept pestering me. The reason was that our names matched at first glance. Definitely the best partner."

"An autumn, a fallen leaf, it sounds very bleak."

"At that time, I was thinking that the first thing I would do after returning home would be to send her to school to improve her language skills and ability to communicate with people."

But this wish was not fulfilled.

Lin Jianqiu's last impression of that little girl who was always twittering was that she was lying lifelessly on the ground like a rag doll covered in blood in that dark and cold alley.

She seemed to open her eyes at the end, and looked straight at him in a daze.

Since then, he has entered Lin Jianqiu's dream.

Her parents did not recognize her existence, they had long regarded her as a dead person, and never reported her missing. The police searched for many years before they found any clues, and by the time they arrived, the building was empty.

It was later heard that there was a traffic accident on the way to the airport and he died on the spot.

Before that, the girl had been buried as an unknown dead body.

Lin Jianqiu had never known her before.

But no matter how many people Lin Jianqiu met and saved later, only the one he couldn't save in the first place was his eternal heart.

For the rest, Lin Jianqiu naturally didn't tell Ye Huaishuang any more.

Ye Huaishuang seemed to have guessed something, and instead of urging her to ask, she groped in her pocket, took out a pack of papers, and handed it to Lin Jianqiu.

Lin Jianqiu:?

Ye Huaishuang: "You look like you're about to cry."

Lin Jianqiu: ...

Lin Jianqiu: "I haven't."

He couldn't help but cry because he recalled the past.

At most it was a little dazed.

Ye Huaishuang was very persistent: "It's not shameful to cry. It's just a normal physiological reaction."

Lin Jianqiu is a little dumbfounded now.

He sighed, but still took the package of paper: "Thank you."

That's it for this topic.

When Lin Jianqiu returned to the car, he picked up his coat, and the business card in his pocket fell out.

It just landed on the black leather notebook.

Lin Jianqiu couldn't help but froze for a moment.

Ye Huaishuang also noticed the business card: "Are you going to vote for the publishing house?"

Lin Jianqiu shook his head: "This book hasn't been finished yet."

Ye Huaishuang once mentioned that if it was written, he would also like to have a look at it. Lin Jianqiu only wrote half of it, and it was difficult to write it anyway, so he simply gave the half of the book to Ye Huaishuang.

The semi-finished product can be seen at a glance, so Ye Huaishuang brought it back to Lin Jianqiu after reading it.

Lin Jianqiu stuffed the business card back into his pocket and asked, "What do you think, Teacher Ye?"

Ye Huaishuang said truthfully: "It's a bit depressing."

People who have lost their identity in society are gathered on isolated islands and forced to play a game of cannibalism.

It's been oppressive from the start.

Everyone is a combination of tragedies, and the game itself is cruel. Although the reasoning elements in the rules account for most of the elements, looking at it as a whole, it doesn't look like an ordinary mystery novel at all.

The story is only half written and extrapolated from the death toll.

Ye Huaishuang continued: "But the writing is very smooth and will attract people to read on. If it is published, many people will definitely like it."

Lin Jianqiu stroked the cover, was silent for a while, then raised his head suddenly, and asked, "Do you want to know the ending?",

Ye Huaishuang: "Is this a spoiler?"

Lin Jianqiu: "Ms. Ye is the first and maybe the last reader, so it shouldn't be considered a spoiler."

Ye Huaishuang: "Huh? Are you not going to continue writing?"

Lin Jianqiu breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly shook his head: "I was hesitating before, but now I want to write something else—a writer, always half-hearted."

Ye Huaishuang: "Then what is the ending?"

Lin Jianqiu: "Only the first person left alive. There is no reversal, no cooperation, and no behind-the-scenes people."

Just a total tragedy.

Rather, this in itself is an unexpected reversal.

Ye Huaishuang didn't seem to think so: "If there is one more person who survived, it wouldn't be a complete tragedy, at least for that person, wouldn't it?"

Lin Jianqiu glanced at him, and finally smiled slightly: "It may be true to say so."

It was dark at night, and the lights on the roadside gradually came on.

In a barber shop at the entrance of a certain community, Zhong Xinyue sat on a bench in the shop with her daughter in her arms, drowsy.

Until a "click", the barber put the scissors back on the table, and Zhong Xinyue woke up with a start.

"All right," announced the barber.

The apron covering the neck was untied, and it was shaken to the ground, and the shattered hair fell to the ground.

The young man sitting on the chair subconsciously covered his face with his hands.

The barber glanced at him in the mirror, and couldn't help laughing: "Brother, why are you shy, isn't this handsome?"

Nan Nan was awakened by the movement here, rubbed her eyes and looked up curiously.

"Mom, mom." Nan Nan tugged at the corner of Zhong Xinyue's clothes, looked left and right for several times and didn't see any familiar people, so she couldn't help asking, "Where's Uncle Beard?"

Zhong Xinyue was pulled back to her senses by her daughter, coughed lightly, pressed the corners of her lips, and pointed to the only customer in the store.

"Isn't there?"

It took Nan Nan a while to focus on the young man with his hair cut and beard cut.

His hair was much shorter, not past his ears, and he had no beard on his face. He looked fair and clean—maybe it was because he hadn't seen the light all year round.

Only a pair of slightly round eyes can catch a little familiar shadow.

The beardless "Uncle Beard" moved his hand a little away, and looked at Nan Nan for a moment.

The curiosity on Nan Nan's face gradually turned into hesitation, and finally turned into grievance.

"Mom, you lied!" Nan Nan burst into tears, "This brother looks like the little boy in the TV series, how could he be Uncle Beard! Uncle Beard is gone, did he turn into a star and fly away? Nan Nan..."

Zhong Xinyue: "..."

The bearded uncle who lost his beard: "..."

They thought Nan Nan was just having a temper for a while, but she couldn't stop crying once she started crying. She seemed to genuinely think that the bearded uncle who had been playing with her before was gone.

"I heard my mother quarreled with Uncle Huzi, saying that she wanted to leave...why did she leave? Doesn't Uncle Beard like Mom, don't you want Nan Nan... woo woo woo..."

In the world of children, it is most difficult to accept parting.

What's more, Nan Nan lacked paternal love since she was a child. She thought that Uncle Beard would stay with them. However, some time ago, the two had conflicts, and the accumulated anxiety completely broke out at this moment.

The barber next to him was still watching the fun at first, but when he saw the child crying really sad, he quickly took out a handful of candy and handed it to her, and then persuaded her a little bit.

After a few adults frantically persuaded her for a while, Nan Nan stopped sobbing and looked at the bearded uncle with doubts.

"Uncle Lu." Zhong Xinyue corrected.

Nan Nan stared at the unfamiliar face for a while, and then said, "Brother Lu."

She still remembered that her mother kept calling him Xiao Lu.

"Uncle." The bearded Lu Wanfeng, who had already lost his name, corrected him.

"Brother." Nan Nanning died unyielding.

Lu Wanfeng squatted in front of her, and Nan Nan could pinch his face as soon as he raised his hand, so he stretched out his hand and rubbed it twice.

Men who once looked twice as shaggy because of beards even had dimples on their faces.

Nan Nan was attracted by the dimples on his face, and finally stopped crying. After thinking about it, she probably felt that the current one looks better than the previous one, so she convinced herself, but she has already insisted on some things.

"Brother Lu looks like he hasn't met Brother Qiu yet—so it's my brother!"

The barber couldn't help laughing.

The other two adults involved couldn't help showing a bit of embarrassment. They looked at each other, coughed subconsciously, and turned their gazes in the opposite direction.

Nan Nan called out suddenly: "See Brother Qiu!"

The barber leaned on his knees and looked out following her line of sight: "Did you see anyone you know?"

But no one passed by outside, only a car slowly stopped on the side of the road.

Zhong Xinyue and Lu Wanfeng were stunned, and after paying the money, they said goodbye to the barber and led Nan Nan out.

The license plate of the car on the side of the road was indeed somewhat familiar.

The car stopped within the parking line on the side of the road, and there was no movement. The window was half open. Nan Nan didn't know if she saw someone with sharp eyes, or recognized the car that often appeared at the gate of the community.

During this time, Lin Jianqiu was busy outside, leaving early and returning late, and Nan Nan hadn't seen him for a long time.

Nan Nan trotted all the way, so fast that the two adults behind couldn't catch up for a while.

She ran to the side of the car, hesitated for a moment, probably recognized the person, then stood on tiptoe to look in, but then subconsciously stretched out her hand and covered her mouth, unable to call out "brother".

Zhong Xinyue's heart tightened, and she felt a little strange, so she quickened her pace to catch up.

Lu Wanfeng followed closely behind.

Nan Nan was not mistaken, Lin Jianqiu was indeed in the car, but he was leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed, as if he was asleep.

The car window was lowered a little, and Ye Huaishuang made a silent gesture to them, with a gentle expression.

The two people outside the car were stunned, and subconsciously held their breath.

Lin Jianqiu seldom fell asleep like this in front of outsiders, either because he was exhausted or just felt relaxed.

There was a little movement outside, but he woke up quickly.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw an unfamiliar face first, and his body tensed up almost immediately.

A hand stretched out beside him, pressing on his shoulder.

Lin Jianqiu's body froze, and then slowly relaxed.

He didn't seem to be in the transitional stage of consciousness at all. After all the windows were lowered, he took a look at the people outside.

"Brother Lu, are you... rejuvenated?"

Lu Wanfeng broke through in a second: "I'm not very old, okay! It's not my fault that I was born with a baby face!"

Lin Jianqiu: "..."

Lu Wanfeng: "..."

Lu Wanfeng: "Don't look at me suspiciously - I'm definitely older than you, I'll be 26 soon."

Still a little smaller than the original Lin Jianqiu.

It turned out that he was really a brother.

Lin Jianqiu couldn't help thinking.

The author has something to say: more and more

Cutting the relationship line is pain and happiness. I wrote down a memo after we were together, but the subtle atmosphere of the transition period is really difficult to clearly show. If you are not satisfied, you will keep changing it...

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the fifth edition that I overturned and rewrote, and the waste draft is at least more than 1 words (I even wanted to delete the emotional line at one point (of course there is no quq in the end, after all, it is the original intention of this article)

So... By the way, this section may be updated a little bit slowly

Because the number of words itself is relatively long, and there are more aspects to consider. Compared with the amount of updates and speed, I still hope to ensure that I can write to the most satisfactory level within the scope of my ability, so if the update may or may not be stable later, please forgive me

(However, it is usually updated every day, and there should be relatively few cases of repeated revisions + crazy Mercury retrograde like this... right?)

Finally, thank you all for your support~