I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

Song Hanzhang had a long, long dream.

He dreamed that he was back at school, with little hands and feet, and still a primary school student less than ten years old.

The teacher is lecturing on the podium, and the deskmate is sleeping behind the textbooks. The sun is shining outside the window, and the bird is combing its feathers on the tree, and then flies away with flapping wings.

After school, the driver sent him to the door of his house before leaving. Usually he would stand at the door and wait for his mother to be away. When he opened the door of the villa, the surroundings were quiet, every movement echoed, and the setting sun cast his shadow on the On the floor,? Pulled long, like a slender monster.

Song Hanzhang felt that something was wrong, but he didn't know what was wrong.

"Mom?" He threw his schoolbag in the hallway and searched everywhere on the first floor with his bare feet.

There are photos of a family of three everywhere in the house, everyone in the photos is smiling happily, and the whole first floor presents a warm yellow tone under the setting sun.

But no mother was found anywhere.

"Mom?" Song Hanzhang stood at the stairs and called upstairs, but no one responded, but for some reason, he dared not put down his feet for a long time and stepped on the stairs leading to the second floor.

The steps in front of you extend up to a thick darkness, which is separated into two worlds from the tranquility and beauty of the first floor.

thump--

thump--

The heartbeat seemed to be beating the eardrums, and every time I stepped on a step, the heart beat faster and faster.

Upstairs was pitch black, only one door was not closed tightly, and the sound of arguing came from inside——

"Sun Minghong, I think it's good for both of us to separate now..."

"Nanfeng, I love you, I beg you, don't leave me! That woman is jealous of you. A business marriage like theirs has no feelings, and the husband spends time and wine with lovers. She is jealous of the harmony between our husband and wife. You just said these words to drive us apart!"

Song Hanzhang put his eyes on the crack of the door curiously.

The parents stood by the window, arguing fiercely, and the mother was not as calm and gentle as before: "Don't talk to me anymore, I will go home with Hanzhang, let's get a divorce."

It was obviously her mother who proposed the divorce, but her face was full of tears, and she turned and walked towards the door full of exhaustion.

"Nanfeng... Nanfeng!" His father stopped his mother in a panic, and he stood in front of his mother with his back to the door. Song Hanzhang heard his trembling voice, "You can't go home. If you go back, all the things I have painstakingly planned It's all gone..."

Song Hanzhang blinked blankly, and his mother buried her head in his father's arms without making any sound.

"Mother……"

The moment he uttered the sound, he saw his mother slipping from his father like noodles, and a large amount of blood stained the yellow and white carpet on the ground. His father turned his head in astonishment, his face and clothes were covered with blood, and his slightly trembling right hand Holding a bright red dagger, dripping blood dripping down.

His father's face suddenly turned into a ghost with young crops and fangs, his mouth was filled with the smell of blood, he was still wearing a suit, his shoulders were wide and his legs were long, Song Hanzhang saw him put his right hand behind his back, and greeted him as usual : "Son, come here."

"Hanzhang...run away...to find your grandfather..."

Song Hanzhang, who was in a daze, was awakened by his mother's angry voice. He screamed, turned around and ran away crying.

While running, he wanted to take his mobile phone to call his grandfather, but he didn't find anything. His mobile phone was put in his schoolbag and he threw it in the porch.

Song Hanzhang ran in the endless darkness, behind him was a monster chasing him with a knife.

Suddenly he tripped over something, and the monster behind him swung a knife at him, and the roar of the sharp blade piercing the air was clearly audible.

"Ah!" Song Hanzhang opened his eyes suddenly, and found himself in a warm and safe embrace.

"Grandpa...Mom, mom is still at home..." He shivered and grabbed his grandfather's clothes.

"It's okay, it's okay." Grandpa kept patting him, coaxing him while helping him wipe off the sweat from his forehead, "Mom is fine, it's all a dream, don't be afraid, kid."

Song Hanzhang buried his head in his arms, calling his mother to cry.

Grandpa led him downstairs: "Then let's see if Mom's flowers are good? Mom will come back when the flowers bloom."

Song Hanzhang nodded, he knew in his heart that his mother would not come back again, but what if grandpa didn't lie to him?

What if the flowers bloomed, and she stood by the flowerbed and embraced herself as usual?

"Grandpa, am I right?" Song Hanzhang looked up as he said, there was no one around him.

He stood up and looked around: "Grandpa?"

I don't know why, but he was suddenly scared and flustered, and even his voice was crying: "Grandpa?!"

"What's the matter?" Grandpa came out from the door behind him, Song Hanzhang ran over and threw himself into his arms, before he reached Grandpa's chest, the little one said, "You're gone."

Grandpa raised the tools in his hand: "I'm going to get things."

Song Hanzhang breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and led his grandfather to the flower garden: "Grandpa, look at the flowers I just planted."

No one responded, and Song Hanzhang's palm was empty. He suddenly turned his head and found that he had grown up at some point, standing at the corner of the hospital corridor.

There was no one in the hospital, there was an empty hospital bed not far to his left, and at the end of the corridor on his right stood Chun Leshui with a pale face.

He approached Chun Leshui, wanting to reach out to hold him: "What's wrong with you, is there something uncomfortable?"

"It's okay, I'm just a little anemic." Chun Leshui said as she closed her eyes like a puppet with a broken thread, and fell straight into Song Hanzhang's arms.

Song Hanzhang hugged him, and could only feel the biting cold air in his hand. He panicked and patted Chun Leshui's face lightly: "Chun Leshui, wake up, don't sleep."

But Chun Leshui didn't respond, his face was bloodless, as pale as a piece of white paper.

He hugged him tightly in the cold wind, trying to warm him up with his body temperature.

"Stinky boy..."

Song Hanzhang raised his head, and his grandfather stood in front of him leaning on a cane: "It's useless for you to do this."

He stretched out his hand and asked Song Hanzhang's important person: "Give me Leshui, and I'll take him to see a doctor."

Behind the grandfather is the white that stretches out beyond the end, his smile is still so doting and kind, Song Hanzhang said "Fortunately, you are fine" while watching the grandfather hold Chun Leshui's hand, turned and walked into the white middle.

Their backs were getting farther and farther away, Song Hanzhang was startled suddenly, strode to catch up with Chun Leshui: "Grandpa, he can't go with you."

"Why?" Grandpa asked.

"Yes, why?" Chun Leshui asked.

Why……

Song Hanzhang didn't know either, but his intuition told him that it was not possible.

"No, he has to be with me. I want to take him to see a doctor." Grandpa pointed back, and Song Hanzhang turned his head to find another sitting there holding Chun Leshui.

The two people there clung to each other like swans crossing their necks, motionless.

Grandpa separated Song Hanzhang's hand: "It's you, hurry back."

Song Hanzhang shook his head: "I want to be with you."

"No." Grandpa said sternly, "Go back."

"I do not."

"go back!"

Grandpa sternly slammed his cane on the ground, and all four figures disappeared in an instant.

In the endless Baizhong, Song Hanzhang was the only one left.

The whiteness suddenly darkened, squeezing Song Hanzhang out of it.

He gasped and stared at the ceiling for a long time, unable to tell whether it was a dream or reality.

Song Hanzhang felt something on his forehead, he raised his hand to take it off, saw the back of his hand in the air in a daze for a moment, and then confirmed that he had returned to reality, his knuckles were bandaged, and the indwelling needle on the back of his hand was the same as his. For a few days, I felt in a daze that the situation of the infusion was right.

He took off the towel on his forehead, propped himself on the bed and wanted to get up, only to find that his left hand was holding the other hand.

It was Chun Leshui's hand.

The slender fingers were loosely curled up, allowing Song Hanzhang to hold them in the palm of his hand, probably woken up by his movements, Chunle didn't raise his head, and said in a daze, "Again..." and then gently walked away from the He withdrew his hand and landed on the quilt and patted it lightly.

"Grandpa is here... Be good... don't disturb grandpa sleeping, I beg you..."

The voice gradually lowered, and the slapping and coaxing movements became more and more slow, and finally stopped completely. He was obviously not awake, but made this movement by conditioned reflex.

Song Hanzhang watched this scene absently.

When the tears were about to burst out, he closed his eyes and held back all the tears.

He relaxed his movements, and reached for the ear thermometer on the bedside table to measure his temperature, which was 36 degrees.

And through the date on the clock beside the bed, Song Hanzhang knew that he had been in a coma for four days.

During these four days, he was not completely unconscious. He could occasionally hear the voices of Uncle Xu and Aunt Xu, occasionally feel the sound of footsteps coming and going in the room, and occasionally opened his heavy eyelids and he could see a hazy The figure, tall and slender, is taking care of him gently.

Song Hanzhang would call grandpa in a dazed manner, and "Grandpa" would pat his face lightly, or respond.

But the touch of those hands is not the same as that of grandpa in memory.

Less rough and dry, more slender and supple.

It's just like……

Song Hanzhang grabbed Chun Leshui's hand with downcast eyes, probably because he was used to being attacked like this in the past two days, Chun Leshui didn't respond at all, and let Song Hanzhang rub his knuckles.

click.

The door lock slammed softly, and Aunt Xu was standing by the door with her breakfast in hand. She saw Song Hanzhang half-sitting and said happily, "Little—"

All the remaining voices disappeared in the silence of Song Hanzhang.

Aunt Xu said softly, "I'll get you something to eat."

Song Hanzhang nodded: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

He lifted the quilt out of bed, and his movements were very light, and he didn't disturb Chun Leshui who was sleeping soundly beside the bed.

Chun Leshui should be exhausted these days, and the circles under her eyes are obvious.

Song Hanzhang wanted to hug him to the bed, he thought it would be very difficult to hug Chun Leshui in his current situation and even wake him up, but he didn't expect that Chun Leshui was as light as a feather in his arms, It seems to be so thin that only the bones are left, which is completely different from the feeling of holding it more than two months ago.

As soon as she got into bed, Chun Leshui followed the warmth into the bed, and lay down where Song Hanzhang had just been.

With half of his face pressed against the pillow, he slept soundly.

Song Hanzhang sat back beside Chunle's water bed, staring intently at his sleeping face.

Chun Leshui slept very comfortably this time. Since Song Hanzhang fell ill, he hadn’t slept peacefully like this for a long time. His body was soft and warm, and he rolled around just because he didn’t want to open his eyes. It's like sleeping on a bed.

【…】

【? 】

He opened his eyes and found that he was really on the bed.

【what happened?What about Song Hanzhang? 】

Turning his head, Song Hanzhang by the bed bumped into Chun Leshui's eyes. He has been in a semi-comatose state for the past few days, with blue stubble on his chin, and has been relying on liquid to maintain nutrition in his body. Not the spirit of the past.

"Are you awake?" Chun Leshui said and handed him the ear thermometer, "Has the fever subsided?"

Song Hanzhang took it silently, measured the temperature for himself, and showed Chun Leshui the temperature on the display with his backhand.

Chun Leshui: "I still have a low fever."

"Chun Leshui..." Song Hanzhang looked down at the ear thermometer in his hand, and raised his eyes after a long time, "If there is no operation, will grandpa not die?"

Chun Leshui remained silent for a long time before replying, "I don't know."

He really doesn't know.

In fact, Chun Leshui has thought about this question for a long time, but he still has no answer. When his grandfather is in danger after the operation, he can constantly use the plot he learned to comfort himself and calm himself down. If he had 100% confidence in the memories he hadn’t experienced, he wouldn’t feel nervous and scared about it, and he wouldn’t be caught in the entanglement of whether to perform surgery when he learned that his grandfather was seriously ill.

In fact, he is the one who should blame himself.

As he who knew the future plot, from the moment he persuaded his grandfather to undergo surgery, he became the god of death who took his grandfather's life.

"If there is no operation, he may live to be a hundred years old." Song Hanzhang's eyes completely darkened, "It's all because of me—"

Chun Leshui interrupted him: "If I do it again, I should still persuade grandpa to have the operation."

He was not comforting Song Hanzhang, but calmly explaining his choice.

In that environment, when your grandfather has frequent attacks and his condition is serious and may be killed by the disease at any time, when the doctor presents you with a choice with a high success rate, anyone will choose the latter.

Unless the development of the matter is exactly the same as the progress of the plot he knows, he will have the confidence to refuse the operation.

But the fact is that in this completely derailed world, would grandpa really be safe without surgery?

Chun Leshui was not sure either.

"Song Hanzhang, I know that grandpa is very important to you. It may be difficult for you to get out of this self-blame, but I think we just made the most correct decision in our opinion at the time."

Chun Leshui looked at him, and said calmly: "The dead have always stayed in the past, while the living still have to look forward. If grandpa had a heart attack or other circumstances and left because of no surgery, you might still blame yourself Why didn't you persuade him to have surgery at the beginning?"

"There are no [-] percent correct decisions in this world."

Song Hanzhang listened silently.

Chun Leshui sat by the bed, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Grandpa will definitely not blame you."

He left the house, Song Hanzhang sat motionless on the chair, and buried his face in his palm after a long time.

The author has something to say: After a few days, the day is a little bit immobile, wait for me to wait for two days before continuing.

感谢在2021-08-15?22:39:43~2021-08-16?19:29:21期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigates the nutrient solution:. ? 20 bottles; Lumin? 3 bottles; ah lazy. ? 2 bottles; Nyartop? 1 bottle;

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