Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Since returning to He's house, He Yu hasn't had a good night's sleep.

He was used to living in poverty, waking up in dilapidated and cramped rooms all day long, the dining table was stained with black oil, and the rough voices of men and women accusing each other and swearing filled the small house.

He Yu feels that he is out of tune with everyone. He is like a phoenix that has only fallen into a sparrow's nest. He struggles to absorb nutrition and grow, grooms his feathers, and always warns himself to stand out.

Unexpectedly, God opened his eyes and gave him a chance to reincarnate. Everything in front of him seemed to be what he dreamed of.

It's strange to say that if you don't have time to think about it day and night, now that you are really living a good life, He Yu occasionally feels uneasy.

This anxiety made him eager to eliminate all uncontrollable factors, such as He Shu.

It has been proved that he is the mother of He, so shouldn't He Shu, a fake son, go away consciously?I don't think it's redundant to stay at home all the time.

In the evening, He Yu embraced the pillow and leaned against the wall. In the bright and spacious room, He's mother arranged it according to his preferences, with tall floor-to-ceiling bookshelves and a small studio on the balcony.

At the beginning, he was touched, but after a long time, he felt that it should be taken for granted. The He family has a great career, and what he got was just a drop in the bucket.

What's more, he is his own son, and he will own one-third of the family property in the future.

The premise of stabilizing one-third is that the outsiders must be kicked out first.

He Yu's hand holding the pillow became more and more vigorous. At this moment, there was no smile on his face, and he looked a little gloomy in the dark environment.

The cheerful ringtone of the mobile phone broke the silence in the room. He picked it up and saw that the caller ID was ".".

He Yu frowned, and listened to it ringing for a long time before he clicked on it.

Almost instantly, there was a yelling voice from the other end of the phone: "You are looking for death for taking so long to answer?! Don't think that you can forget your roots by flying to a branch, you little bastard..."

The rough and ugly voice, soaked in alcohol and smoke all the year round, is hoarse like a dilapidated bellows.

With a numb face, He Yu turned the phone upside down on the bed and continued to hug the pillow.

Half a minute later, another female voice rang out, pushing the male voice away: "It's hard to call back, why are you so angry with the child?"

She pretended to reprimand her, then she leaned closer to the phone and said affectionately, "Xiaoyu, how are you doing in your new home?"

"Is it important?" He Yu snorted lightly, and said impatiently, "Get to the point."

The woman who originally wanted to play the emotional card was a little embarrassed, she cleared her throat: "In this case, I'll just say it straight, your aunt broke her leg two days ago, and she's still lying in the hospital after the filming."

"You also know that seeing a doctor is expensive, and if your legs can't be cured, it's a lifetime thing. You must choose the best medicine and the best doctor. But how can your father's and I's income support, the monthly living expenses you Shouldn't it be, uh..."

She paused on purpose, and it was almost the end of her words, and He Yu could understand.

It took a lot of patience for He Yu to finish listening. He said annoyedly: "First, you and that man are not my parents. I hope you two can recognize your identities. Second, the money will be paid in two days."

The purpose of the couple's phone call was exactly for this, and the woman was much relieved after getting the promise: "Okay. You live well in your new home, and tell us if you have anything to do."

She was just being polite at first, but He Yu said in the next sentence: "Well, I really have something to trouble you."

"Ah?" The woman who was about to hang up looked up at the man suspiciously, "What's the matter?"

"About He Shu, I mentioned it to you before." He Yu's lips curled into a smile, although the smile didn't reach his eyes, "Do you want more money?"

He is too aware of the culprit of the couple. As soon as the word money is mentioned, the hesitation in the woman's words disappears instantly: "Hey, it's a shame to mention this, isn't it? After all, we watched you grow up, and you also have feelings. If you Of course we have to help you if necessary.”

There was a strong sarcasm in He Yu's eyes. For 17 years, the only thing this couple taught him was the truth that money can make ghosts grind.

When everyone else was still playing with mud, only he knew early on that life was not easy, only climbing up, and only money and power could allow him to obtain the most social resources, making him one step closer to the life he wanted.

After listening to He Yu's words, the woman was stunned for a while, and fell silent for a while, but she didn't hesitate for long, and she agreed, "This matter is on me."

Not long after hanging up the phone, there was the sound of someone knocking on the door lightly. He Yu's heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head while holding the phone.

Mother He stood by the door holding a cup of steaming milk. The only thing that accumulated in her body over the years was elegance and calmness. Even at night, she was exquisite and meticulous from beginning to end.

She paused for two seconds, with a smile on her lips: "I didn't bother you, did I? When I knocked on the door, I found the door was open. I'm sorry."

The words "the door is not closed" successfully doubled He Yu's heartbeat. He wasn't sure how much she heard, so he pretended to be relaxed and said, "I feel at ease at home, so it doesn't matter whether the door is closed or not."

Seeing the milk in her hand, his eyes lit up, and he ran up to her and raised his face, with a look of wanting to approach her but not daring to approach her: "Thank you, Mom."

Mother He handed him the milk, and He Yu held the cup of warm milk in both hands, and whispered, "I'm so happy."

The boy's skeleton is really slender, like a skinny cat, with round and bright eyes, being stared at by those eyes, he can feel trusted and trusted wholeheartedly.

Mother He forgot what she wanted to say in an instant, and couldn't help but reached out and stroked his hair, it was very soft, it was the softness of malnutrition.

"Is this happiness?" She sighed, full of distress.

He Yu took a sip of milk, nodded slightly, and his eyes were pure and longing: "When I was a child, I watched TV dramas, and the mothers on TV were very kind to children. After watching it at night, I dreamed that my mother made me a glass of milk. And read me a bedtime story..."

"Now the dream has come true." The smile on He Yu's lips deepened, "I'm so happy."

Mother He in front of her was completely speechless, her nasal cavity was sore, she blinked hard to suppress the rising soreness.

She was well-fed and well-fed since she was a child, and she was pampered and pampered. After giving birth, she did her best to provide the best living environment for the children.

Because of this, she couldn't imagine how hard it was to make a person's expectations so low that only a glass of milk could say that he was very happy.

She has raised three children, He Shengyuan likes to listen to classical music concerts, He Qingcheng likes to travel around, He Shu likes to draw, who doesn't need to spend a lot of money to satisfy their happiness?

The child who doesn't want anything is the most distressing. She would rather him be willful and shameless than be cautious and considerate and have no sense of security.

He Yu really inspired all of her few motherly loves, so that Mother He, who has various demands on other people, couldn't help but think that as long as He Yu can grow up safely and healthily, everything will be fine.

Mother He watched him sip the milk, her eyes became softer: "It's your birthday soon, and I plan to announce your identity to everyone on that day."

He Yu, who was drinking milk, accidentally choked, coughed, and Mother He wiped the corners of his mouth with a tissue: "Sooner or later, don't be so excited."

She has had this thought since she brought He Yu back, and it has become more determined recently.

"I, I'm not excited." He Yu put down the glass and waved his hands in a panic, he was a little distressed, "Brother He Shu also celebrated his birthday that day, I don't want him to be unhappy because of this, thinking that I stole his thing."

While talking, he firmly refused, "Forget it, Mom, identity is not that important to me, family is what I care most about."

How soft and kind a person is to put himself in the shoes of others and think of others?

If it was someone else, I'm afraid they would have already been thinking about what gifts and ostentation they would like at this moment.

Mother He clasped her hands and said gently, "There's no need to worry about people who are not worth it. After all, He Shu is an outsider, and you are my own blood. I've made a decision on this matter a long time ago, and I'm just here to inform you today."

Seemingly realizing that there was no way to persuade her, He Yu bit her lower lip, stubbornly sticking to her conscience: "I don't think this is good, Mom, maybe we can change it in another way."

Mother He said unwaveringly, "It's late, go to sleep."

She took two steps towards the door of the room, and suddenly thought of something, she paused her steps, and turned her head slightly: "By the way, who were you calling just before entering the door?"

A flash of panic flashed in He Yu's eyes, and he said naturally in an instant: "A friend, I don't know how to answer a question, and I am asking him for advice."

Mother He nodded thoughtfully, the light and shadow outlined an arc on the side of her face, and the remaining half was a bit dark and unclear.

"The voice sounded familiar, I thought it was your adoptive mother." Mother He looked at him sideways, and smiled slightly, "Xiaoyu is so smart, he must know the principle of breaking up and leaving, right?"

It was just a few words, but He Yu's back was covered with cold sweat, his heart was beating like a drum, and he tried his best to maintain a relaxed appearance: "Well, I know."

Just click until it's over, Mother He didn't intend to really scare him, "Okay, go to bed early, good night."

The moment the door closed, He Yu stood there for a while, then strode back to pick up the painting tools, and quickly drew lines on the white paper.

It is still chaotic, with eyes of various shapes, human eyes and animal eyes, cold and ruthless, cutting through the white paper like a knife, which makes people look horrified.

Shen Xinglan was painting, and 96 was in charge of announcing the good news: "Wow, my treasure, you are really good, and the channel ratings have already squeezed into the top six. Maybe we can become the rookie king!"

Adjusting the watercolor paint with a brush, Shen Xinglan asked absently while dabbing on the canvas: "What is the newcomer king?"

"For the same group of rookies who signed the contract, take all the data within three months to calculate their comprehensive ability, and the one with the highest score is the rookie king." 96 explained positively, "There is also a reward, and you can get a dream card."

Staring at the black and blue canvas in front of him, Shen Xinglan stopped painting and fell into deep thought.

96 is persuasive: "Although the reward for the rookie king is not a direct reward, but the wish-fulfilling experience card is like having a dream, and you can face the deepest longing in your heart—"

Seeing that Shen Xinglan was still studying the rag, 96 stepped up his efforts: "Didn't you lose your memory? Maybe it can help you find some memory inspiration."

To be honest, it was really curious about him, his information was too clean, with no origin and no return, like an unsolved mystery.

Guessing that he couldn't be saved, Shen Xinglan simply put down his paintbrush, turned his chair and came to the computer desk: "No need."

96 puzzled: "You don't want to recover your memory?"

"It should be recovered naturally. If it can't, then it can only be said that the lost memory does not belong to me." Shen Xinglan said lightly, "I have never liked dreams, and they have no meaning."

96:"……"

Ruthless, indifferent.

It was quiet for a while, and saw him keep typing in front of the computer, and what he typed out were all codes it couldn't understand: "May I ask, what are you doing?"

Shen Xinglan's hands were fast, and those codes seemed to be integrated with him, and he could type them out almost without thinking.

For a while, the computer screen was full of dense strings.

"There is a specialization in art." The young man said calmly, "Give me ten days, and I will see if I can write a program to help me draw."

96: "??"

Good guy, is he planning to start the era of AI art intelligence by himself?

96 thought about it carefully, succumbed to the aura of the big boss, and said weakly: "If I say, our system has supporting human design skills services, you only need to imagine the picture, and we can help you draw the work you want. "

My life by my system does have this function. After all, there are too many worlds that need to be traversed, and the people are not the same. It is impossible for every host to know what the original owner knows, so this basic service is derived.

At first, 96 didn't say that he just wanted to tease Shen Xinglan, and wanted to see him flustered.

But now it finds that it was wrong, completely wrong.

If you continue to play, you have to play off.

After typing the code, Shen Xinglan stopped and smiled slightly: "That's really great."

That night, while Shen Xinglan was asleep, 96 couldn't help being curious again, sneaked into Shen Xinglan's used computer, and ran the code he wrote with admiration.

He is so powerful, even if he is a programmer, he must not be an ordinary person, he must be the most handsome and cool boy in the computer world!What if he could write something that changed the world!

If this program is really feasible, maybe it can apply for a patent, and then, it can make money lying with Shen Xinglan...

96 couldn't help fantasizing, the computer screen flickered a few times, and the running results came out.

96 froze on the spot, 96 rubbed his eyes, and 96 became suspicious.

In the dark night, on the computer screen there are only three characters flying like dragons and phoenixes——

Called Dad.