Kiss every script [Quick Transmigration]

As soon as Mu Zhichan stepped out of the Xinghuan Building, his eyes were squinted by the sunlight. He looked at the metal buildings standing on the ground or suspended in mid-air, which were shining brightly under the sunlight. There was a suspended bus. Or the suspension locomotive passing through it, coupled with the blue sky and white clouds, and the noise of pedestrians, inexplicably gave him a feeling of seeing the sun again.

It was Liao, he stayed in the virtual warehouse for almost two months. Although the nutrient solution can ensure the normal functioning of his body, he must not eat to supplement the nutritional energy to make him comfortable.

Mu Zhichan raised his hand to hail a suspended bus, and it took only 5 minutes to get to the apartment building where he lived.

After brushing his face and opening the door, Mu Zhichan leaned against the wall and looked at the photo hanging on the opposite wall, and said lazily, "I'm back, Brother Lu, do you miss me?"

No one answered, the room was silent, the sun rolled up the breeze and raised layers of gauze curtains, causing the shadows cast to sway on the floor.

I saw the man in the photo sitting on a dark red velvet bench. He was wearing a black wide-brimmed military cap. Under the brim, his facial features were three-dimensional and his outline was deep. His smoky gray pupils stared straight at the camera with sharp and resolute eyes. Pierce through all the darkness in the world like a sharp knife.

If you only look at the upper part of the photo, it can be said that this is a passport photo full of military dignity, but it is actually a full-body photo of two people. When moving down, you can see another silver-haired young man lying on the man's lap with a smile on his face.

……

That was his husband, Jiang Lu, who died in battle five years ago.

Mu Zhichan's eyes softened for a moment, and his fingers flicked between the man's brows and eyes, then he changed his slippers and raised his voice, "Little K, have you bought everything yet?"

"Buy everything." A three-headed white housekeeping robot slid out of the bedroom, and a kaomoji -_- appeared on the rectangular electronic screen on the round head.

Mu Zhichan walked to the living room and looked around, put her hips on her hips and asked, "Where is it? And what is this?"

Little K's expression changed to →_→, and the electronic voice did not fluctuate at all: "On the coffee table, master, if you don't need eyes, you can donate them to those who need them."

Mu Zhichan's eyelids twitched, and he looked at the pink giant gift box on the coffee table. Then, he unwrapped the bow and opened it with a solemn expression. After seeing the various paper money and ingots inside, he took a deep breath: "I will sooner or later One day you will be torn apart."

——Who burnt paper money ingots for relatives in pink gift boxes? ?

Little K(T_T): "Why?"

Mu Zhichan took out the items in the gift box one by one, and said calmly: "Then I have to ask you first, why did you put these things in the gift box?"

"Two months ago, I asked the owner why I bought these things. The owner said that they were gifts for relatives. So, after buying the things, Xiao K went to Xingwang to check and found out that the gifts must be packed in gift boxes to show sincerity. , so little K spent 100 credits to buy this super beautiful big gift box and packed it up, wanting the owner to be a sincere host.” Little K said.

But Mu Zhichan was stunned when he heard that, and the hand that was holding the things gave a sudden stop. He looked down at the grave-sweeping supplies in the pink gift box, and remained silent for a long time.

Little K (●_●): "Master, do you want to dismantle Little K?"

Hearing this, Mu Zhichan put back the paper money and ingots she had taken out, and said with a low laugh, "I won't take them apart."

Little KY(^_^)Y: "Hey hey~"

Little K (●.●): "That's right, Mr. Jiang's cemetery maintenance fee for this year has been paid on January 1st, and a total of 1 million credit points have been spent. The current account balance is: 150. Master, please continue to work hard~ "

Mu Zhichan slumped on the sofa and sighed: "The maintenance fee of this cemetery is getting more and more expensive. Last year it was 130 million, and this year it has increased by 20."

Little K (T^T): "Because in today's society only the upper class or the lower class billionaires can afford a cemetery! Ordinary people are buried in the sky, buried in water, and buried in the wind. Master, why don't you wait for an auspicious day to choose Take away Mr. Jiang's ashes? This way you can save a lot of money."

The corner of Mu Zhichan's mouth twitched, and then she looked at Little K and smiled kindly, and said softly, "Little K, otherwise I'll choose an auspicious day someday, and I'll blow you away?"

Little K (=dish=): "Little K suddenly remembered that the bookcase hadn't been wiped yet, and little K slipped away."

The three-headed robot slid quickly towards the study, like a dog chasing its butt.

Mu Zhichan let out a "tsk". At this moment, the optical brain on his wrist suddenly vibrated a few times. He clicked on the virtual light screen and saw that there were two unread messages, one from his friend He Mumu and one from chasing him. The guy who has been there for three or four years→Kyne.

With a raised eyebrow, he ignored Ke Yin, and directly clicked on He Mumu's message.

[He Mumu: Have you come out of the script world?Come out and message me back.

Mu Zhichan: I've come out, not long after I got home, you've got the timing right enough.

He Mumu: That's not right.

He Mumu: By the way, Brother Jiang’s memorial day will be held tomorrow, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to accompany you to visit the grave this year. I have a temporary tattoo order here that must be completed in a few days. Damn, the client has no right to do so. I won't be able to push it away at all!

Mu Zhichan: It's okay, you are busy with your work, I can do it myself, every year you accompany me to go, I think it is too much trouble for you.

He Mumu: What are you talking about? What's the trouble?I'd rather you really bother me a little bit.

Mu Zhichan: Alright, alright, brother.

He Mumu: Oh yes, how many days do you have for vacation this time?

Mu Zhichan: I only stayed in the virtual warehouse for two months this time, so it was a six-day vacation.

He Mumu: Okay, then you should have a good rest, and I should be able to visit you on the last day of your vacation when I finish my work.

Mu Zhichan: Alright, we will treat you with great hospitality then.

He Mumu: okok]

A night without dreams.

In the early morning of the next day, Nanshan Cemetery.

On this day, the sky was gloomy, and there was even a thin drizzle of rain. Rows of deep black tombstones stood silently in the cool wind and drizzle, looking quiet and solemn.

Holding a giant pink gift box in her left hand and a bouquet of white chrysanthemums in her right hand, Mu Zhichan walked along the gravel road to the third row of Area A.

"Honey, I'm coming to see you again." Mu Zhichan leaned over and placed the bouquet in front of Jiang Lu's tombstone, and then sat on the floor with the gift box in her arms, staring at the gilt inscription with one hand resting on her chin: Lover Jiang Luzhi tomb.

"It feels like you have to listen to me nagging for a long time on this day every year. There's no way. Whoever makes you my husband, even if it's annoying, I have to bear it."

"Let me tell you, your house price is really getting more and more expensive. It has risen to 150 million this year, and I can't afford it myself."

"The gift I'm going to burn for you this year has a new packaging. How do you like it? It was chosen by my housekeeping robot. It's a pink and tender super giant gift box."

Mu Zhichan opened the gift box while speaking in a teasing tone, and took out a towel and a small watering can from inside. After that, he called the little robot in the cemetery to let it fill the watering can with water, stood up and held the watering can against the watering can. The tomb began to be poured little by little.

"Then what, in the script world I just finished, I met a person who made me a little bit concerned. Sometimes he is really like you, for example, the smell of cooking, love to hug me and so on ... Cough, don't be jealous, I didn't have anything to do with him in the end."

"Hahaha, but don't worry, every time I enter the script world, I will check the [Reject [-] banned content] option."

After watering the entire surface of the tomb, Mu Zhichan put the watering can aside, stepped forward and began to wipe the tombstone with a towel.

Although every tomb in the cemetery is cleaned by a robot every day, whenever Mu Zhichan comes to visit Jiang Lun, he will clean it up himself, because that person has a cleanliness habit, and he is afraid that the robot will not clean it up.

"Sometimes I'm really afraid...I'm afraid that one day I will stop loving you. After all, the life of a living person is constantly moving forward. During this period, the memories and feelings are gradually fading, and I meet new acquaintances one after another. This is a threat to the dead."

Mu Zhichan said whatever came to mind, wiped the tombstone carefully and skillfully, and quickly finished the first pass, then washed the towel and started to wipe the second time.

At this time, the sky was cloudy, the cool wind was blowing, and the cool rain was falling slowly.

A man in a black suit stood upright in the aisle of Area A of the cemetery, quietly staring at the thin back who was seriously wiping the tombstone not far away, his hands hanging at the hem of his trousers trembling uncontrollably.

"Does he know? He knows that in the tomb that he has carefully cared for and worshiped for the past five years, it is just a death row prisoner buried." Yue Jingyao, who was standing beside the man, asked softly, and raised his hand to help the silver frame on the bridge of his nose. Glasses.

The man said nothing, but couldn't help but take a step forward.

"Now that your voice and appearance have changed a lot, what can you say to him when you see him? Tell him you are Jiang Lu? It's just that you had to feign death to perform the mission back then, or even have your face adjusted?" Yue Jingyao asked calmly. road.

"No?" The man asked hoarsely.

Yue Jingyao laughed mockingly: "My lover suddenly came back from the dead, so wouldn't his five years of persistence, collapse, pain, and sleepless nights become a joke?"

"Will he hate you, Jiang Lu?"

The man's footsteps stopped abruptly.

……

"Okay, let's stop here today, I think you are tired of listening, I will come to see you next time." Mu Zhichan, who spent more than an hour sweeping Jiang Lu's tomb, burning paper, and chatting about homework, smiled lightly. Said, after waving to the tombstone, he turned and walked towards the gate of the cemetery.

Just when he was on the right path of the gate, he met a tall and elegant man.

The moment he inadvertently looked at each other, he suddenly felt that the man in black suit and silver brooch in front of him was very much like his long-dead husband.

——but only for a moment.

The two looked at each other and passed each other.

Only the hazy drizzle fell gently on the white wild daisies blooming beside the tombstone.