I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

When Chun Leshui woke up in the morning, he felt that the weather seemed to be a little cooler.

This kind of weather will make people miss the warm bed very much. He stayed in bed for a while before opening the door and going downstairs. Song Shiqing and the three of them had eaten almost half of their breakfast. Chun Leshui said good morning one by one, sat down and started eating.

Song Shiqing put down the water cup that delivered the medicine: "Le Shui."

"Eh?" Chun Leshui responded, "What's wrong, Grandpa?"

"Xu Qing said that you had a fight with that brat Hanzhang last night?" the old man asked, "Are you still angry?"

"No, Grandpa, we didn't quarrel."

It was true that there was no quarrel, but Chun Leshui was a little upset at the time,? This discomfort could not be said to be aimed at Song Hanzhang, but rather because he knew everything but could do nothing.

And then even more eager to get out of the prison,? To be free.

This confinement was imposed on him by the system, and by himself,? He didn't go through it, and opened his eyes to bear the identity of Chun Leshui, accepting the love and care of grandpa, even if it was for grandpa You also need to hold back that breath.

Last night he almost stayed up all night, thinking about the system's sentence "Even if the plot deviates due to the behavior of the characters, it can't change the important life nodes", which means that after he chose this path, the death of Jianshou is a given. of.

It's just that his chances of being free have dropped from [-] percent to the smallest possible chance.

But even if there is a high chance that he will disappear with Jianshou, Chun Leshui is still looking forward to his own future, with his own name and identity, and he can go wherever he wants like the wind.

"You're almost panda-eyed, thinking that grandpa can't see it?" Song Shiqing said, "Are you angry with Hanzhang because of Cheng Qiqiao's matter?"

"Last night, he came to me alone to talk about this matter, and proposed to stop all cooperation with the Cheng family. Although he said that there is no way to return the grievances you have suffered to them, and stopping cooperation with us will not cause the Cheng family to go bankrupt. But it's also a serious blow to their group. That brat was really ignorant before and did a lot of things that I'm sorry to you, but this time grandpa can see that he is really venting his anger on your behalf."

"This person changes little by little, right? Don't be angry with him?"

Chun Leshui was stunned for a moment, he thought that Song Hanzhang's visit to his grandfather was just a routine report, but he didn't expect that there was such a layer in it.

"I'm really not angry with him, grandpa." He spoke coquettishly, and he didn't seem to be pretending, and grandpa laughed when he heard grandpa, "That's fine, my husband and wife don't have any overnight feud." He went to the stairs Fang Fang glanced, "Why hasn't Hanzhang come down yet?"

Chun Leshui was also a little strange looking at the unoccupied seats. Ever since he started working with the company, Song Hanzhang, no matter how late he went to bed the night before, showed up at the restaurant on time at seven o'clock the next day, had breakfast with his grandfather before going to work .

It's almost eight o'clock now, but I haven't even seen him yet. The two of them have been sleeping in separate rooms upstairs without telling the old man. Facing the suspicious eyes of the grandfather, Chun Leshui can only put down his chopsticks: "I'll go up have a look."

He walked to the door of Song Hanzhang's room and tapped on the door: "Hanzhang, are you awake?"

No one in the room responded, Chun Leshui tried to press down on the handle, but it didn't lock it.

He said I came in, pushed the door open, the curtains in Song Hanzhang's room were drawn, the light was a bit dim, but he could see the person lying on the bed, except for the black hair on top of his head, Song Hanzhang almost buried his whole face in the quilt inside.

Chun Leshui walked to the bed in two steps, opened the curtains with a swipe, the sun was bright, and the person on the bed did not respond.

Chun Leshui felt that something was wrong, turned around and took two steps towards the bed, Song Hanzhang was lying motionless, looking like——

[Song Dog didn't die suddenly, did he? 】

[Is there such a good thing? 】

Song Hanzhang, who was dizzy and weak in limbs, lifted his eyelids with a three-pointed joyful voice, and the two looked at each other.

【Oh, not dead. 】

Song Hanzhang: "..."

Sorry to disappoint you.

Chun Leshui was indeed a little disappointed, after all, he might be one of the people in the whole world who most looked forward to Song Hanzhang's braid.

But at this moment, everyone can see that something is wrong with Song Hanzhang. His face is flushed sickly, and it is very likely that he has a fever.

Chun Leshui pondered for a while, this person probably suffered from the cold because he was drugged last night and had been resisting but could not get vent, and then soaked in cold water for a long time and was blown by cold wind.

He notified Dr. Chen first, and then went downstairs to take out the thermometer in the medicine box to take a measurement. The good guy was [-] degrees, and his whole body was burned as soft as cotton, no wonder he didn't call anyone even when he was lying on the bed.

"Don't tell grandpa."

"It's late, he knew when I went downstairs to get the thermometer, and Dr. Chen will come over later, do you think grandpa might not know?"

[I'm afraid not everyone will be stupid. 】

But Chun Leshui also knew what Song Hanzhang was worried about. The old man usually didn't go up to the second floor because of his inconvenient legs, so the whole family kept the fact that they slept in separate rooms from him, so Chun Leshui didn't let the old man come up even though Song Hanzhang was sick. The old man was very talkative, and he really didn't plan to go upstairs after asking how the situation was and whether he had notified Dr. Chen.

Song Hanzhang felt relieved. Although he had taken the antipyretic medicine and it didn't work, he was still drowsy.

Aunt Xu took the basin of water and asked Chun Leshui to wipe his body to cool down physically. Chun Leshui took the basin and turned around, only to see Song Hanzhang with his eyes closed as if asleep.

The sound of water wringing out the towel, Chun Leshui grabbed Song Hanzhang's hand, the action was not gentle, but the cold towel rubbed against the palm of his hand, and he curled up his fingers comfortably.

Chun Leshui buried her head in her work and complained endlessly.

[What sin did I do in my previous life? In this life, I will serve Song Gou. If Grandpa and the others were not at home, I would just throw this towel on his face, and let me wipe your body and be your Spring and Autumn Grandfather dream! 】

[Speaking of which, I'm angry. When I was sick last time, you idiot didn't know which little lover you were enjoying yourself with. Now it's your turn to take care of you when you're sick. 】

[Is this reasonable? !This is unreasonable! 】

[You said that you, Song Hanzhang, are tall and strong and look strong, why are you so vain? !You can't do it with a little wind and a little water. With your physical fitness, why didn't Qi Bei do anything to you last night? ! 】

[It is said that an ugly man and a dog man are a natural match, you two are in harmony at first sight! 】

The more he pushed, the more outrageous he became. Song Hanzhang had a headache and when he said this, it was like there were countless flies flying around his ears, which made him unable to sleep, and instead felt extremely uncomfortable.

Song Hanzhang was about to pull out his hand to let Chun Leshui out, when he heard Chun Leshui say: [But Song Gou's hands are pretty good-looking, and the thin and long bones are strong. 】

Song Hanzhang felt his fingers being pinched by Chun Leshui, looking over and over again, he half-opened his eyes, Chun Leshui couldn't see his face clearly when he lowered his head, but he could see his curled eyelashes as light as two fans Lightly close.

He stared at it for two seconds, and was about to close his eyes.

[But Song Gou's hand is too hard, it's still my senior brother's best-looking, nice and soft. 】

Just as Chun Leshui was thinking about it, his hand suddenly pulled out. He looked up in surprise, and Song Hanzhang put both hands under the quilt, his eyes still closed: "Go out, don't disturb me to sleep."

Chun Leshui who didn't say anything: "?"

He didn't speak loudly, he said it out of breath, and he could feel that he was very weak, but even so, the impatience in his tone was clearly audible.

Chun Leshui took two deep breaths and told herself not to get angry with idiots.

【I'm a fool after all...】

Snapped--

The towel was thrown into the basin on the bedside table, and the water splashed on Song Hanzhang's face.

He opened his eyes, and Chun Leshui was striding out.

[You think I am willing to serve you! 】

[Don't disturb your sleep, I don't think you will wake up from a long sleep! 】

Aunt Xu was making porridge for Song Hanzhang in the kitchen, and Chun Leshui went over: "Let me come, Aunt Xu."

Aunt Xu knew that he was worried about Song Hanzhang, so she didn't fight him, and let him go to the side to process other ingredients.

The two huddled in the kitchen, chatting casually. Chun Leshui casually looked out the window and saw a car passing by the backyard. Song Shiqing, who was standing in the backyard watering the flowers after a while, was called in by Uncle Xu, who said it was Cheng Mr. Shi'an came to visit with Cheng Qiqiao.

Chun Leshui took out the porridge, opened the salt shaker, and put spoonful after spoonful into the bowl. At the last point, Aunt Xu happened to see her and said hurriedly, "Leshui, why did you put salt into the porridge?"

Aunt Xu specially boiled a pot of porridge for Song Hanzhang, and then served it with a few light side dishes.

Chun Leshui smiled harmlessly: "Hanzhang said he had no taste in his mouth and had acid regurgitation after eating, so let me add some salt to the porridge for him."

"Then don't put too much, just a little bit."

Chunle water stirred it with a porridge spoon, took a sip and tasted it: "Not much, just right."

He looked at the dishes that Aunt Xu had just prepared, and said, "Let me come, Aunt Xu, don't you still want to cook our lunch? You can go and do your work, and just leave it to me."

With an expression of "I understand", Aunt Xu took off her apron and tied it on Chunle.

When she went out, Chun Leshui stood expressionlessly by the stove, rolled up his sleeves, and sneered.

It only took a few minutes for two fried side dishes. When Chun Leshui took out the meal, the study room was still closed, and he didn't look at it too much, and brought the meal into Song Hanzhang's room.

After Dr. Chen came, he hung up the water for Song Hanzhang. The infusion was faster than the injection and medicine. Before the liquid was finished, he seemed to be more energetic. Although the fever had not completely subsided, he had already sat up against the head of the bed. , look at the information.

Seeing Chun Leshui go in, the two looked at each other, but neither made a sound.

Chun Leshui rolled his eyes, put the things in his hand on his table, turned around and left.

Song Hanzhang continued to work until the little nurse who stayed at home came to help him pull out the needle, and then he put down the materials in his hand, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Song Hanzhang was already a little hungry after not eating in the morning. He took the porridge bowl and walked to the window and stood there. He was about to drink it when he suddenly found out what Chunle Shui was doing.

The water pipe was just thrown on the stone slab at the door, and there was no more movement, and the people from Chunle Shui also ran into the corner of his sight, blocked by the wall.

Song Hanzhang was wondering when he saw Mr. Cheng going out from the front yard alone and getting into the car parked outside the door.

A moment later, someone knocked on the door of his room, and Song Hanzhang was about to say please come in, when he heard Cheng Qiqiao's voice: "Brother Hanzhang..."

Song Hanzhang fell silent, and Cheng Qiqiao outside the door twitched and repeated that he was wrong and apologized to him, and he would never say such words again, Song Hanzhang did not give any response throughout the whole process.

On the contrary, the voice of Chun Leshui waiting impatiently downstairs sounds a little distant.

【Song Hanzhang and Cheng Qiqiao are pretty good at talking, haven't they finished after so long? ! 】

Song Hanzhang followed the sound and looked over, Chun Leshui happened to stick his head out to watch, and the two of them met their eyes.

He looked at the water gun head on Chunle's sailor.

Chun Leshui looked at the porridge bowl in his hand.

【Why are the eyes so dull? Isn't Cheng Qiqiao apologizing to him with tears?It shouldn't be, I saw him come out of grandpa's room, his eyes were red from crying. 】

Cheng Qiqiao's voice disappeared outside the door, and Chun Leshui shrank back a few seconds later while saying "Come here, come here".

Song Hanzhang stood motionless by the window, he just wanted to see what Chun Leshui was doing.

The water pipe for watering flowers at home is very long, and it can be dragged around in the front and back yards, so that it is more convenient to take care of the flowers that grandpa planted in the yards on both sides. When not in use, there is also a special storage place for the extra water pipes, which will not affect the overall appearance. .

The water pipe is lying on the ground, and most people don't think much about it when they see it, just lift their feet and step over it.

Cheng Qiqiao walked out while wiping his tears. He didn't notice that the water pipe tightened suddenly when he lifted his foot. He had already lifted one foot into the air, and the other foot was tripped by the water pipe. He lost his balance and moved forward. It fell hard.

Chun Leshui pressed against the wall tightly, and it took a long time before she sneaked her head in and took a look.

Cheng Qiqiao knelt on the ground, weeping and blowing the scratch on his palm, looking very sad, then he stood up, kicked the water pipe that tripped him, and ran out crying and got into the car.

just say...

Although this behavior seems to Chun Leshui to be very small-minded, lacking in stamina, and will take revenge, but...

[It's cool enough to make money. 】

[You drug me, I just let you fall to the ground, Cheng Qiqiao please thank me for my kindness. 】

And Song Hanzhang who had a panoramic view of all this: "..."

Inexplicably, he also wanted to thank Chun Leshui for his kindness.

He bowed his head and took a sip of porridge.

puff--

Has the salt shaker at home been knocked over? !

The author has something to say: In the comments in the last chapter, everyone was very resentful of Jian Gou’s delusional desire to eat our brother’s piece of swan meat hahahahaha (.

Jian Gou is not worthy of Ha Jian Gou is not worthy, but this article has sub-CP, 2 pairs, although it is not Jian Wen and Chu Lin, but it has something to do with them, if you are interested, you can guess, but the text will not spend money on it. I write the story of sub-cp, because this is not their stage, this is also my habit, sub-cp is a dark line, I will only mention it in passing and there will be no positive description.

Everyone, don’t panic, and don’t give up on me TT

感谢在2021-07-27?18:36:27~2021-07-28?17:18:06期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angels who threw mines: Huahua, Fangyuan Shili? 1 piece;

Thanks to the little angels of the irrigation nutrient solution: Yan Su? 9 bottles; Meat floss.? 3 bottles;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!