I'm weak, I installed [Transmigration Book]

The young man is tall and straight,? When he turned his face to the side, his face was hidden in the shadow where the sun could not reach. Song Hanzhang could not see his face very clearly,? But this did not prevent him from using his eyes to describe the other person's facial features .

It seems to re-outline the colors of old photos that have been blurred.

A sound of light-colored underwear made him look as if he was covered with a layer of soft light by the sun, as unreal as if it would disappear in the next second.

The wind and waves shook the black shirt on Song Hanzhang's body. He stared blankly ahead, feeling a little flustered.He wanted to get closer to Chun Leshui, but he was afraid that if he moved, the figure in front of him would disappear from his eyes like a fragile bubble like countless times before.

Neither grasp nor touch.

His whole body was welded in place.

Not daring to move, not daring to blink.

And Chun Leshui standing in front of the tombstone also looked back at him silently.

It may be as long as 1 years, or it may be just a few seconds. A few barking dogs broke the tranquility in the cemetery.

A meteor-coloured Bian Mu ran out of Song Hanzhang's leg, his ears swaying up and down in the air, and rushed towards Chunle Water.

Song Hanzhang stepped forward in a panic, wanting to snatch the dog, he was afraid that it would go straight through Chun Leshui's body, and he was afraid that it would bring him back to reality, but he stopped completely just by taking one foot .

Chun Leshui did not disappear, he bent down with a smile and rubbed Bian Mu's cheeks, while Bian Mu was sitting on the ground panting with his tongue out, Song Hanzhang heard the familiar voice, chuckled and praised "Ok child."

At that moment, the time seemed to be extended, and the image of Chun Leshui stroking Bianmu constantly was a beauty that had never appeared in a dream.

Song Hanzhang was stunned, and the hand hanging by his side trembled slightly because of panic,? He squeezed his five fingers into his palm, and the fingertips that were pressed into the palm felt slightly cold.

His heart was beating very fast, and he even had difficulty breathing. It took a lot of courage to take the first step towards Chun Leshui.

Song Hanzhang wanted to grab him, touch him, feel the temperature and beating pulse under his skin, and he wanted to make sure that Chunle Shui was real.

He walked faster and faster.

"Chun?" The sudden voice stopped Song Hanzhang. He saw Chun Leshui turn around and smiled at the family of three who appeared at the opposite intersection.

That was the kind of intimate smile that he had seen on Chun Leshui's face many times before, when he faced people close to him, unconsciously revealing a coquettish smile.

But he called the other party, but Song Hanzhang did not dare to go forward.

"Mom..." Song Hanzhang heard Chun Leshui address each other like this.

This is wrong, Song Hanzhang thought, Chun Leshui's mother died long ago.

As soon as she saw Chun Leshui, Alice opened her arms to him. Chun Leshui grabbed her under the armpit and took her from Matthew, and poked Alice's chubby face with his head.

"What are you doing?" Chun Ruan asked him.

Chun Leshui turned sideways to the tombstone in front of him and raised his chin: "I saw a person like me...?"

Both Chunruan and Matthew were a little puzzled. They followed his line of sight and were shocked when they saw the photo.

Chunruan covered her mouth in surprise, and repeatedly compared Chun Leshui with the person in the photo: "He looks exactly like you...and his name..." Her eyes fell on the name of the owner of the tomb, and she felt goosebumps all over her body. "Same too."

"Honey, what are you talking about?" Matthew's Chinese is not very good, and he can understand and express it, but he doesn't know Chinese characters at all. He stared blankly at the name on the tombstone.

Chun Leshui explained it to him in his native language, and Matthew turned pale.

This is indeed the case. Anyone who sees a tomb that is exactly the same as a living relative in the world will probably feel a little weird.

"It's really a coincidence." Chunruan read the information on the tombstone, unable to recover for a long time, "He died more than half a year after your grandma passed away, and he was only 21 years old when he died, my God, he is too young Come on! Matthew, go down and buy a bouquet of flowers."

Chunruan's eyes were a little red, and she said to Chun Leshui: "I don't know why it looks like you are lying in it..."

Chun Leshui hugged her shoulders to comfort her: "I'm still alive and well."

"You go to the hospital tomorrow to give me a full set of physical examination."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Sometimes they spoke Chinese, sometimes they spoke a language that Song Hanzhang could not understand, and they occasionally looked in his direction, but neither "Chun Leshui" nor his mother stayed on him too much look.

It's like treating an insignificant stranger.

The foreign men went and returned quickly. They placed the bouquet in front of Chun Leshui's tomb. The three of them stood side by side in silence for a moment. The little doll in Le Shui's arms.

Song Hanzhang couldn't hear their words, but from the expressions of several people, he could barely guess that they were probably glad that Chun Leshui was still by their side.

They turned and left, and the backs of the family of four looked harmonious and happy.

The border collie's tail hangs in the air, occasionally shaking with the baby's babbling.

Song Hanzhang watched Chun Leshui gradually go away, he couldn't help but strode to catch up, and when his brain reacted, he had already grabbed Chun Leshui's wrist.

Just touching the warm skin of the other party, Song Hanzhang's eyes turned faintly red.

"Chun Le Shui..." His voice was hoarse.

His hands were shaking and his fingertips were cold.

This was Chun Leshui's first reaction when he caught her.

"Chun, do you know each other?" Chun Ruan was puzzled.

Chun Leshui shook his head, he looked back at Song Hanzhang with surprise on his face: "Sir, did you recognize the wrong person?"

He stared at him closely, he could see the difference at a glance even if Jian Wen found a person who looked very much like Chun Leshui, but the person in front of him could make Song Hanzhang ignore the difference, he could see his There are still differences from Chun Leshui, such as the outline, such as the mole under the eyes.

Song Hanzhang's rationality told him that this was not Chun Leshui, but his subconscious mind did not allow him to let him go.

There are countless voices roaring in his heart——

He is, he is.

"You..." Song Hanzhang said with some difficulty, "Is there anything on your mind right now?"

Chun Leshui's heart tightened when he heard this.

He suddenly remembered what Song Hanzhang had said to him before he died. He said he could hear his own heart.

He could still hear it and recognize himself, right?

Chun Leshui thought about it again and it was wrong. If Song Hanzhang could still hear his heart, he would not ask such a question.

He frowned slightly, and pulled his hand out of Song Hanzhang's palm with a little impatience, as if treating a stranger who behaved impolitely when meeting him for the first time, his voice was a little cold: "Sorry, I didn't think about anything."

After he finished speaking, he ignored Song Hanzhang and left with Chun Ruan and Matthew.

They climbed down the stairs and walked a long way before Chun Leshui looked back. Song Hanzhang had turned into a blurry black shadow, obviously at a distance that was indistinguishable from the front and the back, but inexplicably, Chun Leshui felt that Song Hanzhang still kept his posture of watching them off.

He felt that Song Hanzhang was still looking at him.

Chun Leshui looked away, feeling a little strange.

He didn't know how to describe Song Hanzhang he met this time, probably a little... fragile?

Chun Leshui could clearly feel his nervousness, fear and fear, and he seemed to be two different people from Song Hanzhang, who was confident and stern in the face of work last time.

As he thought, Song Hanzhang on the steps did not move, staring at his back for a moment until Chun Leshui completely disappeared from his eyes.

He looked down at his hand, the fingertips seemed to still have the warmth of Chunle Shui's skin, he was holding it a little tight, and the palm of his hand was pressed against his wrist, and he even felt the beating pulse of Chunle Shui.

Unbelievably real.

But he couldn't hear it.

He couldn't hear any voice in Chun Leshui's heart.

Obviously when he thought it was his hallucination, he heard Chun Leshui saying goodbye.

Why can't I hear any voice after knowing that he is real?

Song Hanzhang turned his head and looked at Chun Leshui on the tombstone. Isn't he really Chun Leshui?

The author has something to say: Today is too short!Fight for long tomorrow!

感谢在2021-08-24?22:06:07~2021-08-25?18:56:34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 threw the mine: Mu Yiran, 42104378, one punch one tree, okay? 1 piece;

感谢灌溉营养液的小天使：风潇以陌°?100瓶；金蛰?25瓶；一拳一棵树好吗?8瓶；子宁不嗣音?5瓶；月亮的玖个念头?1瓶；

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