I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

"Young master, let's have something to eat first."

Hearing Song Hanzhang's voice coming downstairs, Uncle Xu immediately came out of the restaurant: "You haven't had any rice in the past few days, are you hungry? Xu Min cooked millet porridge for you."

As Xu Qing spoke, he saw Song Hanzhang stop. He was standing in the middle of the stairs, looking at the family portrait on the opposite wall, and Xu Qing worried: "Young Master..."

"I'm fine,? You and Aunt Xu have been bothering you these few days." Song Hanzhang had tidied himself up before going downstairs, hung up his beard and changed his clothes, but in Xu Qing's eyes, he felt that the young master's eyes were It was much darker than before, and he reluctantly returned with a smile on his face, "I didn't do anything with your Aunt Xu..."

Song Shiqing passed away, and Song Hanzhang fell ill again. A group as big as the Song family is at an important moment when the old and the new overlap. Xu Qing's focus is more on the other high-level members of the stable group. The care of Song Hanzhang is basically entrusted to him. After leaving Xu Min and Chun Leshui, although Xu Min will occasionally hold hands with Chun Leshui slowly, Chun Leshui still needs to come to wipe the body and change clothes, and he is also afraid that Xu Min will be tired, so Chun Leshui is more often there Take care of Song Hanzhang.

Song Hanzhang nodded, indicating that he knew: "The company has worked hard for you."

"Small things, I haven't done anything with the old man before..." Xu Qing knew he had made a mistake the moment he opened his mouth, and he turned around, "Le Shui said you still have a low fever, and Lao Chen is already on the way. Let him examine you carefully when he arrives."

Song Hanzhang nodded, and Uncle Xu helped him pull away the dining chair, but he was standing in the living room without moving, looking around as if looking for something.

There was no figure of Chunle Water inside or outside the house, Song Hanzhang asked, "Where is Chun Le Water?"

"Le Shui went to the theater. You just left when you came down." Xu Qing said, "I asked him to rest at home before going. He insisted that the performance will be performed in more than a month, and we must hurry up to rehearse."

Song Hanzhang didn't speak, and sat down to eat in silence.

Xu Qing sighed softly in his heart, looked at him carefully, and said after deliberation: "Young master, the lawyer wants to make an appointment with you to deal with the old man's estate."

Song Hanzhang paused.

"Actually, the old man has already made a will..." Xu Qing sat across from Song Hanzhang, looking at him with some distress, "The old man always told me that he would leave early one day, and he has been telling me to tell you that birth, old age, sickness and death are human's life. Normal..."

"Stinky boy." Song Hanzhang seemed to see his grandfather sitting at the head of the table, still with the usual leisurely and harmonious expression, while drinking tea with a tureen, he said calmly, "Old man, I have lived for more than seventy years. You are destined to walk ahead of you, so you don't have to be too sad, birth, old age, sickness and death are all human. As long as you live your life well and cherish the people around you, grandpa will have nothing to worry about."

In the blink of an eye, the main seat was empty, only Uncle Xu on the opposite side was still telling Song Shiqing: "The old man said that our Song family owed Leshui, whether you are divorced or not, he hopes you can remember what you have done. Don’t make the same mistakes again, whether it’s for Le Shui or others.”

"I see." Song Hanzhang didn't take a few mouthfuls of a bowl of porridge. He put down his spoon and said to Xu Qing, "Uncle Xu, please ask the lawyer to come over today, and then I will trouble you to inform the assistant for me."

Song Hanzhang got up and went to the study, Xu Qing looked at the barely moving bowl on the table and sighed.

On the other side, Chun Leshui went to the rehearsal hall of the theater, just changed into his practice clothes and stretched on the ground, when Chu Lin heard the news, he found time to come over from the rehearsal hall next door.

"Didn't you say that you have been taking care of Song Hanzhang these days, how is he doing?"

Chun Leshui was curious, and looked at Chu Lin with an expression of "I didn't expect you to care about Song Hanzhang": "He woke up, and his fever subsided."

"That's good." Chu Lin nodded and said again, "Then why don't you rest at home and come back tomorrow."

Chun Leshui smiled: "I miss you."

Chu Lin knocked on his forehead, and Chun Leshui said solemnly: "He's already awake, whoever has hands and feet doesn't need me to take care of him, I have a lot of things to do myself."

Chun Leshui's face was calm, and seeing Chu Lin staring at him thoughtfully, he quickly sat up cross-legged: "What's wrong?"

"Don't you feel sorry for him?"

Chun Leshui didn't react, and shook her head slowly: "Why do I feel sorry for him?" "Grandpa died again, and Song Hanzhang fell ill again. I thought you would soften your heart after all this..."

Chun Leshui suddenly realized that Chu Lin was worried that he had finally figured it out and wanted a divorce, but seeing Song Hanzhang so pitiful, he relented and went back to be a licking dog.

Knowing about Song Hanzhang's past, and seeing his pitiful appearance of being trapped in self-blame and unable to get out, Chun Leshui is indeed a bit soft-hearted, otherwise it would be impossible to take care of him for a few days and nights, but this soft-heartedness is only limited to being soft-hearted. It's like seeing a puppy on the side of the road who is hungry and will go into a convenience store to buy a ham sausage for it. It is the feeling of pity for seeing it poor.

Nothing more than that.

"Brother, don't worry." Chun Leshui explained, "I won't fall in love with him again because of this kind of thing."

Seeing him say that, Chu Lin was relieved, he was really afraid that Chun Leshui would plunge in again.

While the two were talking, other dancers came to take a rest. Seeing Chun Leshui, they greeted him and asked him if they had finished dealing with the family affairs.

A group of people got together and chatted for a few words, and then dispersed.

Chu Lin suddenly asked Chun Leshui: "By the way, are you still looking for Lin Xi?"

Chun Leshui shook her head: "I haven't looked for it, what's the matter, you met him?"

"Is it?" Chu Lin took out his mobile phone, "I saw him in the trailer of a TV series last night."

Chun Leshui raised her eyebrows, leaned over to take a look, and it was indeed Lin Xi.

The trailer for the 2-minute-long costume conspiracy drama, in which Lin Xi played the role of a young prince who died of a conspiracy.

"It turns out that he disappeared for so long because he went into the entertainment industry to film." Chun Leshui sighed.

As soon as the words were finished, someone knocked on the door of the rehearsal hall a few times, and Chun Leshui and Chu Lin looked up at the same time.

Jiang Buyi stood by the door: "Chun Leshui, come out, I have something to ask you."

Chun Leshui followed him into an empty conference room. He and Jiang Buyi faced each other, wondering, "Why do you need a conference room to be so formal?"

Jiang didn't tire of saying anything, and looked at him carefully.

Chun Leshui's exercise uniform is a half-high collar. The collar was buttoned up to the top by him meticulously, just below the Adam's apple. The exposed half of the neck is slender and long. When talking, he rested his chin on his palm and smiled. with him.

That face was so thin that it was not as big as Chun Leshui's own palm.

He was in a good mood, and urged with his eyes bent: "Director Jiang?"

"I heard that you have been a little anemic recently?"

"Has it all reached your Jiang Buyan's ears?" Chun Leshui was surprised, and then ran on him with a smile, "It's not that you put too much pressure on me."

Jiang Buyan didn't talk to him like usual, and asked bluntly, "Are you really anemic?"

Chun Leshui's heart skipped a beat, without any change on her face, she asked with a smile, "Why not?"

"Thank you Director Jiang for your concern. Don't worry, I will definitely not affect the performance of the dance drama." Chun Leshui stood up, "If there is nothing else, I will leave first."

"Wait a moment."

Jiang Buyan grabbed his arm, Chun Leshui was a little flustered, but Jiang Buyan had already pressed his sleeve and pushed it up.

The last time it was just a small amount of bleeding petechiae, there were already several larger ecchymoses on Chun Leshui's arms, all over Chun Leshui's fair arms, which looked shocking.

"You are also caused by anemia?" Jiang Buyi took a deep breath, "Is it leukemia?"

Chun Leshui withdrew his hand violently, he rolled down his sleeves to cover the wound on his arm, and said calmly: "You think you are filming a TV series, and you have leukemia. This is what I bumped into on the wall of our house when I was taking care of Song Hanzhang these days. of."

"What about the bloody paper in the bathroom?"

"How do I know." Chun Leshui said indifferently, "I still have to rehearse, so I'll leave if I have nothing to do."

"Chunle Water!"

Chun Leshui didn't stop, opened the door and just stepped out one foot before being pulled back by someone's hand. Jiang Buyi pressed him against the wall and said eagerly: "Do you know that leukemia can kill people! You now Should have been treated in a hospital, not in a theater rehearsal!"

He was a little agitated, Chun Leshui looked directly at him for a moment, looked down at his hand pinching her wrist, and said coldly, "Let go."

Jiang Buyi said, "I'll take you to the hospital first."

"I tell you to let go!" Chun Leshui broke away violently, "Jiang Buyan, as a friend, I am very grateful that you care about me, but I think you have crossed the line. I am very aware of my own physical condition, and I don't need you to remind me What do I need to do?"

He pushed Jiang Buyan away and wanted to leave, but Jiang Buyan said, "I can't safely hand over the dance drama to you in your situation."

"Are you trying to fire me?"

"I just hope that you can go to the hospital for treatment. Leukemia is the pure water that kills people..." Jiang Buyan's voice was a little hoarse, and he was obviously very uncomfortable, "How long do you think you can survive? Is the ghost premiere? Chun Leshui, I am doing it for your own good. Let’s quickly receive treatment and find a ligand. When you recover from your illness, are you afraid that you won’t have to dance?"

The meeting room fell silent, and no one spoke again.

Chun Leshui's chest heaved twice, and he raised his hand to rest his forehead: "Sorry, I was a little impulsive just now. You didn't tell anyone about this, did you?"

Jiang shook his head tirelessly.

He had doubts after bumping into Chun Leshui that day. After consulting several doctors, he suspected that these symptoms were leukemia, but because Chun Leshui had been taking leave because of family affairs, he did not confirm to him until today.

"That's good." Chun Leshui laughed, and stretched out her little finger to hook him, "Then this is our common secret, okay, Jiang Buyan? I hope you don't tell anyone, especially my senior brother."

"Chun Leshui, what the hell are you doing?" Jiang Buyan didn't reach out to hook him up, he frowned, with a bit of hostility on his sharp face.

"I know you're worried about me, but if you're really doing it for my own good..." Chun Leshui grabbed his hand and wrapped it around his little finger, "Instead of trying to persuade me to go to the hospital here, why don't you think of a way to see if I can do it?" Bring the performance forward, otherwise, with my current situation, I think I may not last until May."

Jiang Buyi held his hand backhand: "Chun Leshui——"

"Sorry to worry you, but I'm not going to the hospital."

After speaking, he opened the door and left.

Jiang Buyan was left alone in the conference room. He faced the wall without moving, and only after a while did he punch hard against the wall.

Chun Leshui has a tough attitude. He has waited for this day for so long, and it is impossible for anyone to change his decision.

Even if it was Chu Lin, he wouldn't know it.

Just as he was thinking, Chun Leshui raised his eyes and saw Chu Lin who was waiting for him with a coat outside the door of the rehearsal hall. Chu Lin happened to look down at his phone and didn't notice the people walking in the corridor.

Chun Leshui adjusted his expression, slowed down and walked over quietly, and then suddenly said: "Brother!"

Chu Lin was startled by him, and looked at him helplessly. Chun Leshui leaned over to look at the screen of his mobile phone while holding his shoulders: "What are you looking at?"

"It's Xiaoyu." After showing him the phone, Chu Lin handed him the coat in his hand, "Put it on, don't catch a cold."

The two walked out side by side, Chun Leshui looked up: "Brother, are the cherry blossoms in the courtyard about to bloom?"

Several cherry blossom trees were planted in the theater. On the way from the rehearsal building to the theater gate, the branches that had withered for a winter were already covered with green leaves, but they had not bloomed yet.

"It should be open in ten days or so." Chu Lin said, "Shen Wu's cherry blossoms should be in full bloom around the same time, so let's take the time to see them."

There are nearly a thousand cherry blossoms planted in Shencheng Dance Academy, and there is an endless stream of people admiring the flowers in the blooming season. As students of Shencheng Dance, Chun Leshui and Chu Lin are naturally unavoidable.

Chun Leshui nodded: "Okay, pick a weekend and call Xiaoyu too."

Walking out of the theatre, Chun Leshui heard two car honking, the passenger's window of the car parked on the side of the road was lowered, and Song Hanzhang was sitting inside.

Chun Leshui and Chu Lin walked over after saying goodbye.

[Why is it Song Hanzhang, he ran around when he recovered from his illness. 】

The two looked at each other for a few seconds. Chun Leshui took the initiative to open the car door and sat in. While fastening his seat belt, he asked, "Is the fever gone?"

"Retired." Song Hanzhang started the car, and said after a while, "Uncle Xu is afraid that you will be tired, so let me pick you up."

"Just let the driver come next time."

"Well, that's what I said too." Song Hanzhang said, "But he is just worried."

Chun Leshui nodded, the elder was always worried about the younger generation's physical condition, and he could understand, but why did Song Hanzhang, who had just recovered from a serious illness, come to pick him up?

Putting himself in Uncle Xu's perspective, Chun Leshui felt that he would not let Song Hanzhang come even if he came by himself.

He glanced to the side suspiciously, and Song Hanzhang looked forward, very focused.

In the past few days, Song Hanzhang has lost a lot of weight, and his jaw line is very sharp.

He seemed to be aware of it, and glanced in the direction of the co-pilot with his peripheral vision, and Chun Leshui calmly turned his eyes away when he caught his sight.

【Forget it, whether he was sent by Uncle Xu...】

Song Hanzhang paused imperceptibly with his hand on the steering wheel.

"I'm a little tired." Chun Leshui put on his hat and emphasized, "If you have nothing to do, don't wake me up halfway."

[Let me take a good rest. 】

The hood of the coat was wide and big, almost covering Chun Leshui's entire face, only half of his lips and thin chin were exposed from under the brim of the hood.

The chin is sharp and sharp, and there is no blood on the lips.

Song Hanzhang turned to stare at him for a while while waiting for the traffic light, then raised his hand to turn off the roof light.

The inside of the car almost merged with the night outside the window, only the faint light on the dashboard reflected on Song Hanzhang's face, his lips were tightly lined, and he couldn't wait to wake up Chun Leshui as soon as he got home.

Song Hanzhang was very afraid to see Chun Leshui sitting and sleeping.

Chun Leshui got out of the car first, and Song Hanzhang drove the car into the garage.

As soon as he stepped into the house, he subconsciously found the figure of Chun Leshui in the house, Xu Qing came over to take the coat in his hand, Song Hanzhang asked: "Where is Chun Leshui?"

"Le Shui said he was tired, so he went upstairs as soon as he came back." Uncle Xu said, "I don't think he looks very good, and he was really exhausted recently. Xu Min said that he will cook something delicious for you two tomorrow." Make up for everything."

Song Hanzhang stood in the living room for a while, took out a document from the study and went upstairs.

He stood in front of Chunle Water Gate, wanted to knock on the door a few times, raised his hand and put it down again.

Uncle Xu said that his complexion was not good, and no sound could be heard in the room. He might indeed be sleeping, and if he knocked on the door, he would be disturbed.

Chun Leshui woke up suddenly, he slept until midnight, it was three o'clock in the morning.

He lay on the bed for a while, endured the exhaustion all over his body, got up and went downstairs to boil a cup of hot water and bring it upstairs to dry to take medicine.

He took out the medicine from the bedside table, and was about to walk over to close the door, when he heard an exclamation from Song Hanzhang's room, he quickly put down the water glass in his hand and walked out of the room, knocking on the door of Song Hanzhang's room: "Song Hanzhang?"

There were faint voices in the house, but no one answered the door.

Chun Leshui was afraid that something might happen to him, so she broke into the door directly.

Song Hanzhang on the bed was obviously trapped by the nightmare, sweating profusely, calling for grandpa repeatedly.

Chun Leshui was afraid that his illness from the previous two days would come back again, so while patting his face, he tried to wake him up from his dream: "Song Hanzhang?"

"Song Hanzhang!"

Song Hanzhang suddenly opened his eyes.

He stared at the ceiling in a daze for a moment, then his gaze fell to Chun Leshui's face.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Chun Leshui asked.

Song Hanzhang pursed his mouth and didn't speak. After a while, he shook his head slightly. He sat up from the bed, probably still immersed in the dream just now, and his reaction was a little slow. After half a minute, he asked Chun Leshui: "I woke you up gone?"

"No, I just went downstairs to pour some water, when I heard movement in your room. Are you okay?"

"It's okay." Song Hanzhang said softly.

In this situation, Chun Leshui didn't know how to comfort him, so he nodded and was ready to go out, but when he reached the door, he was suddenly stopped, he turned his head, and Song Hanzhang stared at him hesitantly.

【? 】

"The document bag on the table," Song Hanzhang said, "was given to you by grandpa."

Back in the room, Chun Leshui took the medicine first and then opened the file. He was stunned for a moment looking at the contents inside. It contained the equity transfer of the Song family and the rest of the inheritance Song Shiqing gave him.

After only a few glances, Chun Leshui stuffed it back as it was, and put the file bag on the cabinet by the door.

He didn't expect the old man to leave 70.00% of his inheritance to him. Chun Leshui covered his face, and when he looked up again, his eyes were a little red.

He was lying on the bed and couldn't fall asleep again, and he always remembered some things about getting along with Song Shiqing in the past two years.

In a daze, Chun Leshui heard the sound of Song Hanzhang's door opening, probably because the night was very quiet, and his hearing became particularly sharp. He even heard Song Hanzhang's dull footsteps on the carpet.

The footsteps stopped in front of his door, and there was no movement after that.

Chun Leshui turned her head and glanced at the door, got out of bed and walked over, opened it, and there was no one in front of the door.

When the line of sight drops slightly, you can see Song Hanzhang sleeping against the wall by the door.

He was sitting on the ground, wrapped in a quilt, but obviously not asleep, he was looking up at Chun Leshui with his eyes open.

The two were stunned for a few seconds at the same time, Song Hanzhang stood up, opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

After his mother passed away, his grandfather was always by his side. After his grandfather passed away, especially after waking up from the fever, he could only feel a moment of peace of mind when he saw Chunle Shui. Once Chunle Shui was out of his sight, Song Hanzhang will be a little flustered.

Probably because every time he opened his eyes, he saw Chun Leshui. He subconsciously began to rely on him, just like he relied on Song Shiqing back then.

It's just that Song Hanzhang didn't hear the sound in the room, including his inner voice, and he thought Chun Leshui had fallen asleep.

He couldn't find a reason for his behavior, but he didn't want to leave, so he just stood there silently.

【Ugh. 】

Chun Leshui sighed in his heart, if someone told him a month or two ago that Song Hanzhang would become like this, he would not believe it if he was killed.

He also remembered Song Shiqing's words about Song Hanzhang's clinginess, but now he believed them a little.

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