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The long night has passed.

One night, Zhou Qingluo was transferred from the emergency room to the ICU for observation. After two hours of observation, because his physical indicators were really good, he was transferred to the general ward in the middle of the night.

The speed of recovery is a medical miracle.

Zhou Qingluo leaned against the head of the hospital bed, feeling a little incredulous as he touched the beating little heart.

If this heartbeat frequency and amplitude were printed on paper, it would be an electrocardiogram with perfect curves!

But having a healthy body comes at a price.

The price was that he traveled to a book, and the person in the book was also named Zhou Qingluo, who looked exactly like him.

Zhou Qingluo was a little unclear whether this was his clone in another parallel world, or simply wearing outline text.

However, in this world, although he doesn't have a heart attack, the ending is not much better than in the previous world.

Because he was dressed as the double of the villain Bai Yueguang.

This setting, literally, is very visual, intense and bloody. With his not so deep network literature skills, he can make up a hundred dramas in his head.

The process is based on imagination, but his setting and ending are clear.

The villain is Song Ling. He is a hacker who wants to destroy the world. At a young age, he does not do business. He has compiled a virus that can destroy any firewall in the world. It is called the "Oath" plan.

After all, Bai Yueguang's name is Jiang Shiyan.

Once this program comes out, it will be a carnival day for criminals, and the world will be peaceful or turbulent, only separated by the distance between his fingertips and the keyboard.

Of course, before destroying this world, Song Ling destroyed his own family first, and bankrupted the Tangtang Baomu Group, leaving the entire Song family homeless.

Such a crazy setting...

Of course, this procedure did not come out, the world is still peaceful.

Because Song Ling's Bai Yueguang turned the tide and persuaded him to destroy the program, Song Ling was also influenced by Bai Yueguang, Wuyan stayed in this world, committed suicide, and donated his organs to those who needed it.

Become an infatuated villain with romantic feelings.

At once……

Very loving.

The real body, Bai Yueguang, is true, kind and beautiful, and has great love, but the original owner of the substitute, who didn't know that he was a substitute, thought that Song Ling was devoted to him, so he became more and more aggressive, asking for money from him, asking others, and cheating on him countless times.

That's all, after he accidentally discovered Song Ling's secret, he wanted to take Song Ling to make a fortune, but was forced to die by Song Ling. In a fit of anger, he wanted to report Song Ling's tricks, but Song Ling took the first step and took the He was assassinated.

Zhou Qingluo: "..."

Gee.

The time travel god treated him well.

The point is, he still doesn't know what stage the story has reached.

Was he about to be assassinated by Song Ling, or nothing had happened yet.

If he hadn't transmigrated into the double of the villain Bai Yueguang, because of the tension of the plot, he really wanted to follow up the serialization and read the content of the original book.

However, after finally living again, it is impossible for him to let Song Ling assassinate him, and it is impossible for him to be a substitute.

Everyone is unique, when he is a substitute, he is himself.

Zhou Qingluo took some time to adjust his mentality and moved, only to find that there was an uncle delivering food lying beside his bed, his helmet was on the ground, and his work clothes hadn't had time to take off.

The original owner's family was poor, and his father was a laid-off worker. Before the original owner climbed up to Song Ling, his father made a living by delivering food.

Zhou Qingluo vaguely remembered that it was already midnight when he was sent to the hospital yesterday, and his family hadn't come yet, so the original owner's father was still delivering food at that time, and finally rushed over in a hurry.

Although human beings' sorrows and joys are not interlinked, Zhou Qingluo's heart felt inexplicably sour, which was not a taste.

Zhou Qingluo wanted to get up and put a quilt on him, and as soon as he moved, he woke up.

He immediately stood up from the chair, but because he just woke up, he couldn't stand firmly and almost fell.

He leaned on the hospital bed and walked to him, approached him, and asked anxiously: "Qing Luo, Qing Luo, are you awake? How is your body? How do you feel?"

Zhou Qingluo has no family members, perhaps because of congenital heart disease, his parents abandoned him very early, the sudden warmth made him subconsciously frowned and backed away a little.

Zhou's father was startled, and retreated in a little embarrassment, and smiled with some self-blame: "Did dad snore again, waking you up?"

Zhou Qingluo quickly waved his hand, "No, I woke up a long time ago, and you didn't snore either."

He was the original owner's father, Zhou Shoulin.

Zhou Shoulin didn't expect that Zhou Qingluo would actually use honorifics to him.

After all, Zhou Qingluo has always complained that he is poor and cannot give him the life he wants.

I also blame myself for my incompetence. My wife died early and was laid off in middle age. I rely on part-time jobs to support my two children, and I can only maintain basic living expenses.

After graduating from junior college, Qing Luo wanted to learn painting, but he couldn't afford the money. Qing Luo's sister, Qing Mu, who graduated with a master's degree in clinical medicine, wanted to go abroad for further study, but he couldn't afford the money either.

Zhou Shoulin suddenly felt his eyes dim and passed out.

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

Brick Factory allocated housing for welfare, and allocated Zhou Shoulin a small house of 69 square meters on the first floor, and brought a small yard.

Concrete structures were born, the brick factory soon closed down, and the community became more and more dilapidated.

The living room was divided into rooms, and Zhou Shoulin slept in the room.

"Zhou Qingluo! Can you understand something?"

Zhou Qingluo sat at the dining table, and the person who lowered her voice to reprimand him was her sister, Zhou Qingmu.

Zhou Qingluo spent the whole morning sorting out his dog blood double identity, and spent another afternoon sorting out his impoverished background.

His mother died early, and his father got up early to raise two children alone, but he was laid off in middle age.

Zhou Qingmu is the proud son of heaven, four years older than him. He is 25 years old and has just graduated with a master's degree. He is faced with two choices: working or going abroad for further study.

Given the family conditions, she guessed that she would choose to work.

It is said that children from poor families are in charge of the family early, and Zhou Qingmu is sensible and motivated, but Zhou Qingluo and Zhou Qingmu go the opposite way, becoming a two hundred and five who can't do anything.

Zhou Qingmu's eyes were red: "Did you know that Dad went to sell blood in order to pay for your painting tuition. This morning, he fainted from hypoglycemia and found out that he was anemic."

Zhou Qingluo paused, it was impossible to say that he was not shocked.

He was abandoned since he was a child, and he has never felt the love of his father. He never thought that the scene of parents selling blood shown on TV would be so shocking when it happened in real life.

Zhou Qingmu: "Don't think I don't know. You have an elective course of painting art in your college, but you didn't take it at all. You didn't study hard when you were in school, and it was hard to find a job after graduation. That's why you thought about painting?"

Zhou Qingluo took the blame silently, not knowing where to start.

Zhou Qingmu choked up twice, "Also, you are allergic to alcohol, don't you know? You still drink? Alcohol allergies will kill you, are you worthy of your father?"

Zhou Qingluo hated people crying the most.

He quietly took out two tissues and handed them to her, comforting her softly: "Don't cry, I won't learn to draw anymore."

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingmu became even more angry, "If you don't learn to draw, what else can you do? Go to the construction site to move bricks?"

"No, I will..." Hua Hua.

"You're a fart!"

"..." He really knows it, comics, oil painting, ink painting and PS, he knows it.

And the level is very good, the level that can make a fortune.

Zhou Qingmu's eyes widened, his cheeks were flushed, and he was afraid of waking up Zhou Shoulin who was resting in the room. He tried his best to suppress his anger, his chest heaved, and finally, he went into his room with anger.

Zhou Qingluo sighed softly, hating that his savings didn't travel through together.

The 1000 million was earned by painting and writing manuscripts.

What's even more worrying is that he still remembers the password.

Zhou Qingluo firmly experienced the sorrow of dying without spending all the money.

He went back to his room and lay on the bed tossing and turning, unable to sleep.

Although this room is already the best and largest room in the house, and it is very clean and tidy, it is still incomparable to the flat he lived in before.

Even if other people don’t have golden fingers, they can rely on the unique salty fish temperament of 21st century youths to eat and wait to die. If they are not careful, the salted fish may turn into koi.

But now that he is lying on the salted fish, he probably can only drink the northwest wind.

This is definitely the most real time in the history of transmigrating books, without cheating fingers, and offending the big villain...

Zhou Qingluo sorted out the chips in his hands. He had a good-looking handsome face, a pair of hands that could move bricks, and a mouth that was capable of cooking.

The sound insulation effect of the old house was really poor. Zhou Qingluo just fell asleep in a daze when he heard voices in the living room.

It was Zhou Shoulin and Zhou Qingmu who spoke in lower voices.

Zhou Qingmu: "Dad, I'm not going abroad anymore. I'm working. Give Qing Luo the money and let him learn painting."

Zhou Shoulin: "You read your book, don't think about it, Dad has money."

Zhou Qingmu: "But Dad, I can't bear to let you sell it..." She paused and changed her words, "It's so late to deliver food."

Zhou Shoulin laughed: "You feel sorry for Dad. Dad knows that it rained yesterday, so there were few people delivering food, so there were a lot of orders. I fainted from hypoglycemia before I finished my meal. Dad earned nearly a thousand yesterday."

Zhou Qingmu complained: "Earning a thousand is not enough for Zhou Qingluo to suffer from alcoholism."

Zhou Shoulin: "Qing Luo is still young and ignorant..."

"It's still young, it's still young at the age of 21, it's only because you dote on him that he becomes what he is today."

"Okay, Dad has a solution for the money matter, go to rest quickly, and go to practice tomorrow."

Zhou Qingluo got up from the bed, opened the door and went out.

He doesn't know much about love, but he knows right and wrong. Since he occupies someone else's body, he must be responsible for other people's life.

Although he is poor and white now, he seems to have a place he can call 'home'.

The two people in the living room didn't recover and stared at him blankly.

Zhou Shoulin came back to his senses first, forced a smile, "Qing Luo..."

Zhou Qingluo: "I'll make money in the future."

"what?"

Zhou Qingluo raised his chin to Zhou Qingmu: "You study abroad."

"what??"

Seeing the astonished expressions of the two, Zhou Qingluo felt that he was so cool. The last such a great man was Pan Gu who opened up the world, and now he is Zhou Qingluo who stands up to the sky!

Zhou Qingmu dismissed the astonished Zhou Shoulin, and pushed Zhou Qingluo into his room, "Dad, go and rest, Qingluo and I have something to say."

As soon as Zhou Qingmu's door was closed, he stared at Zhou Qingluo: "What are you doing?"

Zhou Qingluo has been on the Internet for so many years, and the most common thing he sees is the gangster who greets his ancestors. Dealing with Zhou Qingmu's explosive hair is simply a child's play.

He smiled slyly, lowered his voice and asked mysteriously: "Have you ever heard a sentence of truth?"

Zhou Qingmu: "What?"

Zhou Qingluo raised his eyebrows and smiled: "A man's growth is in an instant."

Zhou Qingmu got goosebumps all over his body because of him, "I don't know how to learn well."

I wondered why Zhou Qingluo, a big man, had such a charming face, and with a blink of his fox eyes, I don't know how many little girls lost it.

Just because of his face and mouth, he made the people around him spin around. Since he was a child, the people around him have let him go, and he has never suffered any disadvantages.

In society, it becomes a waste.

Zhou Qingmu said: "You earn money? In order to cling to your noble son, you know that you are allergic to alcohol and you have to help him block alcohol. Why, you don't want your child to be a wolf? A prehistoric force leans on him, and then he is carried into the ICU. How to make money?"

Zhou Qingluo: "???"

Is this how he entered the hospital yesterday?

It really has the sense of "reluctant to let the child not catch the wolf".

Your son...

Zhou Qingluo had an ominous premonition. After all, he had never read the book, and he didn't know the details. The memory of the original owner had also disappeared.

He seemed to be himself, not the original owner.

Zhou Qingmu rolled his eyes: "You should learn the skills honestly."

Zhou Qingluo was a little confused: "Climb to your son?"

Zhou Qingmu rolled his eyes one after another, and said angrily: "How capable you are, the second son of Baomu Group."

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes, a little dizzy, and asked tentatively, "Song Ling?"

"How do I know what his name is?"

"Then did I climb up, or didn't I climb up?"

"..."

Zhou Qingmu trembled with anger when he heard the words.

She pointed at him resentfully: "Don't think about it, just be down-to-earth, no one knows who you are."

"Huh? He doesn't know me yet?"

"We should know each other this time."

Zhou Qingluo paused and smiled.

It turned out that there was still time for everything, he hadn't had any disputes with Song Ling yet, everything had just begun.

He hasn't been reduced to a stand-in yet!

There is another village where the willows are dark and the flowers are bright, and it is still a well-off village.

Happiness comes too suddenly.

Zhou Qingluo said with a smile: "You are you, there is no need to sacrifice for me, I am me, I will be responsible for myself, rest assured to study abroad."

Zhou Qingmu looked at the corner of his mouth that grinned to the back of his head, and suddenly lost his anger.

There is a kind of person who is obviously a jerk, but when he really smiles happily, he can soften people's hearts.

Zhou Qingluo is such a person.

Zhou Qingmu: "Go to sleep."

Zhou Qing Luomei said happily: "I'm not dreaming, I'm just thinking, how can I thank the savior who sent me to the hospital, my reborn parents."

Zhou Qingluo can assure you that the person who sent him to the hospital is definitely not Song Ling. Someone like Song Ling who is affectionate and paranoid, who tries to assassinate him and destroy the world in the end, will not be so merciful to anyone except his Bai Yueguang .