Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Of course, there was also a birthday party in the original plot line, when He Shu was forcibly sent back to a remote town.

He Yu's adoptive parents first thought that he had some good things brought back from He's house, and wanted to make money from him. After confirming that he had indeed left the house, they immediately turned their backs and turned a blind eye to him.

When the lights are on, the traffic is rushing, and people coming and going have their own destinations.

He Shu is sitting on a strange and busy street, holding his mobile phone in his hands. On the screen that has not been turned off, there are WeChat Moments, familiar friends, postings, classmates, brothers, most of them have sent congratulations to He Shu Fish happy birthday video.

Champagne, red wine, flowers, surrounded by the crowd, the young man in a pure white suit, still not used to facing the camera, carefully showed a shy smile.

He Shu just watched it like this for a long time. He is not good at crying, and he does not cry when he is young. Many things have accumulated so far, but it only makes him feel tired like never before.

He has nothing, and now he doesn't even have money for food.

Maybe he'll get better if he sleeps, yes, he needs to sleep...

He Shu stumbled up and got up, his pants were covered with dust. He loved cleaning so much, but he didn't realize it, he just mechanically raised his feet and walked forward.

Suddenly, someone behind him grabbed his arm, "Hey!"

He Shu didn't even have the strength to turn around. When someone pulled him, he stopped like duckweed.

Someone came up to him from behind, complaining in a tone of voice, "This place is so remote, I've been looking for it for a long time."

The voice was familiar, and He Shu could recognize who it was with just a little discernment.

He raised his eyes lightly, his eyes were like dead water, and there was a figure reflected, it was Song Xu.

Song Xu was also very surprised when he saw He Shu's appearance clearly.

He Shu was raised by his two older brothers. He is a noble young master who has never experienced hardship. His clothes are always neat and tidy, and his face is always proud and cold.

But now, he is like a phoenix that has fallen into the mud, with stains on his luxurious feathers, and cracks in his jewel-like pupils, making him miserable.

The huge contrast made him somewhat unrecognizable, so that Song Xu was stunned.

He Shu reacted slowly, with a very cold attitude: "It's blocking me."

The four words that contain no emotions and are light and fluffy remind Song Xu that when he was dumped, He Shu was the same.

But now that the status and status of the two are different, Song Xu has a subtle pleasure, maybe he has had this idea for a long time - he wants to see He Shu bow his head, he wants to see this man kneel down and say something he regrets.

Song Xu didn't have the slightest intention to move away. He rolled his eyes, continued to reach out his hand to stop He Shu, and said with a smile, "Do you know what I'm here for?"

He Shu was not interested in knowing, and planned to avoid him and walk to the side.

But Song Xu made up his mind to stop him, and he continued to move aside: "Xiaoyu is a good person, I haven't forgotten you on your birthday, let me come over and give you something, you must be short of money right now?"

There is no need to ask this question at all, just looking at He Shu's status can tell how miserable he has been in the past few days back here.

He Shu, who had not fluctuated at first, suddenly changed his face when he heard the word "little fish", covered his ears and said, "Don't mention him to me!"

The sound was sharp and piercing, and it didn't sound like a living person.

Song Xu was taken aback, frowned and said: "It's really not worthy of mentioning, how can you compare with him? He has a bodhisattva heart, how about you? Look at yourself, huh?"

How can you compare with him?How can you compare with him?

At this moment, this sentence was magnified countless times, and He Shu seemed to be accused by thousands of people. Everyone surrounded him and pointed, calling him a thief, calling him a wolf, and calling him inconsiderate.

No matter how hard he covered his ears, these abuses came like a flood, and He Shu felt suffocated like never before.

Song Xu opened and closed his lips: "Do you want money? Then, if you kneel down and lick the soles of my feet, I will give you 50."

Can't break free, can't escape, can't leave, no matter which direction He Shu runs, Song Xu's hands restrain him like iron hoops.

He Shu didn't even think about hearing him say such absurd words, and with all his strength, he slapped Song Xu backhand.

Things started to deteriorate from this moment, blood oozes from the corner of Song Xu's lips, he wiped it lightly with his fingers, and slowly looked at He Shu.

The twilight was all together, and the sky was completely darkened.

The two stalemate for a long time, Song Xu grabbed his hair, forced him to look back, and smiled indifferently: "I don't want to kneel? That's okay. When I was together, I licked you for so long, I couldn't even use my mouth Don't let me kiss you."

"I took the trouble to go there myself, so it's worth the fare, right?"

Perhaps what he realized from the other party's tone, He Shu was struggling like a dying fish, which was not the strength a human could have at all.

But no matter how fiercely he struggled, Song Xu suppressed him more fiercely.

……

When the sky turned pale the next day, He Shu left a suicide note and jumped into the sea, disappearing completely in this world like a mermaid that turned into foam.

From Shen Xinglan's point of view, as long as he persisted in living, there might be a chance of turning things around.

But people cannot be resurrected after death. He received such a good gift in his previous life. He will definitely give He Yu a generous gift in return for his birthday party in this life.

The He family kept silent about the birthday party as if it had been held.

The competition channel was about to open, and Shen Xinglan put most of his energy into painting.

Counting the days, Shen Xinglan didn't draw at noon that day. On the cobweb-like street next to the school, he vaguely found a dilapidated and mottled hotel from memory.

As soon as we walked in, a circle of people sat around playing mahjong in the small living room, and the room was filled with smoke. Shen Xinglan was choking and coughing within 2 minutes of stepping in.

The shop owner was picking his nails, the counter was full of sundries, and next to the cash drawer was a half-drunk bottle of soju.Hearing the sound of coughing, he didn't lift his head, his beard squirmed twice, and the voice rang like a bell:

"Playing cards or staying in a hotel?"

Without saying a word, Shen Xinglan took out the leather wallet, opened the mouth of the wallet with two fingers, and slowly took out a thick stack of money in front of the boss.

At that moment, the boss's eyes flickered suddenly, and he said enthusiastically, "If you have any orders, just mention—"

The hand holding the money was as white as jade, slender and clean, it was about to fall on the counter, but it was taken back slowly.

"I have something to trouble you," Shen Xinglan said with a slight smile, "My brother's parents came to visit him from the countryside. The couple are reluctant to spend money, so they probably live here with you. My brother's parents are my parents. Get ready, when the two come, can you tell me in advance?"

As expected of a student, he simply talks about loyalty and has no idea how difficult it is to make money.

Naturally, the boss would not refuse the money he got. He said positively: "Small things, small things, what do they look like? What are their names?"

Shen Xinglan reported the information from memory, and the boss carefully wrote down the information, saying that it was on him.

After receiving the guarantee, Shen Xinglan paid [-] yuan as a favor first, leaned forward with one elbow on the table, and beckoned to the boss.

The boss looked at him as if he was a boy who spread money, and approached him with a smile on his face.

Shen Xinglan whispered in his ear: "I heard that you are well-versed and know everything. Could you trouble me to find another person?"

At the same time point as in the previous world, the Jinlu Cup was held as scheduled. This competition was not an official event, but was jointly organized by eight famous schools, including School X, which is known as the palace of art.

If you can win the prize in this competition, you will have a high chance of getting an olive branch from the organizer, and it is not impossible to make a direct move in advance.

So as soon as the game time was confirmed, many people worked tirelessly to prepare.

As the two children of the He family participated in the competition, it is difficult to be lively these days.

Mother He ordered the kitchen to stew all kinds of nourishing food for He Yu regardless of the cost, and bring it to He Shu by the way.

But these days, her attitude towards He Shu has become more and more indifferent, as if there is no such person in this family.

What should Shen Xinglan do? She huddles in her room and draws every day.

Although it is not necessary for him to write by himself, it still takes time and energy to imagine the picture.

On the night when the drawing was really finished, Shen Xinglan sat by the window and looked out. There was a moon hanging on a wheel in mid-air. The long night was extremely quiet, as if entering a no-man's land.

In contrast, his paintings are in stark contrast to this silence.

The opening day of the competition channel happened to be a rest day, and Mother He specially set an alarm clock to remind her.

After all, it was the first time to participate in the competition. In order to relieve He Yu's psychological pressure, when eating breakfast, He's mother comforted: "Just practice your hands and don't care about the result."

In the past few days, He Yu boiled the manuscript until his eyes turned blue. After eating the food in his mouth, he smiled at his mother: "My brothers are all so good, so I naturally don't want myself to be too bad."

He Shengyuan continued: "Xiaoyu is already great, I heard that you got in the top ten again in the monthly exam this time?"

Unexpectedly, he would be praised for his grades in so many people's occasions. He Yu lowered his head and said embarrassedly: "I didn't review well this time, and I failed the exam."

When he transferred to another school, he got a high score of more than 600 points in the preliminary test, which surprised many teachers. In remote counties with generally backward educational resources, such good seedlings can be produced.

Mother He, who was holding a coffee cup, nodded slightly, and said lightly, "It's pretty amazing. I'll ask your two elder brothers more if I don't know how to do it in the future."

She was talking about two brothers, not three, and He Shu had already been automatically removed from the list.

Shen Xinglan lowered his head to drink the soup, his expression was not visible. He Shengyuan couldn't see this stagnant situation, and took the initiative to turn the topic back to He Shu: "I heard that Xiaoshu is not only preparing for the Jinlu Cup, but also preparing for the physics competition?"

It's a novelty at school, and it's new at home too.

Even He's mother couldn't help raising her eyes, showing a little surprise, and then she felt unreliable and said: "The competition is not a fun occasion."

Shen Xinglan didn't raise her head, "You're right."

The dining table was quieter than before.

She used to be so forceful with Mother He, but now she has a perfunctory attitude that doesn't want to say much.

Mother He's fingers pinching the dinner fork tightened, and while she was angry, she was also deeply tired.

He Shu is a freak, she never knew how to get along with him.

He Qingcheng, who was sitting in the corner without making a sound, leaned back, with a relaxed posture, and said in a gentle voice, "I have physics notes over there."

At times like this in the past, no one would speak to He Shu, but He Qingcheng's words seemed to throw a piece of driftwood to the lonely He Shu.

There is a subtle, camp-switching implication.

As the eldest brother, He Shengyuan's first reaction was to help and talk, and he said calmly: "I still have some elementary competition problem sets. The resources are not in vain. If you want a small book, just take it."

Not understanding why the topic suddenly turned to He Shu, He Yu turned his head, raised his hand to rub his temples, and interjected softly: "Ah, it may be because I haven't had a good rest these two days. I'm full, so I'll go catch up on sleep first. "

He stood up, tidied up his dinner plate, and showed a friendly smile to He Shu: "Brother He Shu, cheer for the competition."

Shen Xinglan smiled more cordially than him: "Why didn't Xiaoyu tell you sooner that he wasn't feeling well? Do I need to call a doctor?"

The action of tidying up paused for a moment, and He Yu squeezed out a slight arc, "It's a small matter, just sleep and it will be fine."

Mother He swallowed back the words she wanted to care about in an instant, and after a pause, she planned to say something again.

Unexpectedly, this time it was still He Shu who said, "It's been hard work after staying up for so long, let Auntie cook some old hen later."

Mother He: Why does she always feel redundant? ?

He also stayed up late to participate in the competition, and He Shu had to prepare for the physics competition afterward, but now he cared about others.

Originally, the two had the same birthday, and He Shengyuan felt that something was wrong for not having a birthday party for He Shu, and now guilt prevailed:

"Is Xiaoshu sleepy? Do you want to sleep for a while?"

Putting the bowls and chopsticks in the kitchen, He Yu, who was slowly walking up the stairs, caught a glimpse of this scene out of the corner of his eye, and his fingers on the handrail of the stairs were blue and white.

In his eyes, He Shengyuan, He Qingcheng, and He Mu are all his family members.

Any extra attention should not be assigned to He Shu.

Really, it's an eyesore.

The Jinlu Cup has aroused great discussion among art students, and a few sporadic keywords can be heard occasionally in the streets and alleys.

Of course, the two brothers He Shu and He Yu were the most discussed ones.

But He Yu is just the opposite. No one knows his background, and his paintings don't seem to have been studied systematically. They have all the elements and look fresh.

In addition to strength, the matter of awards is also somewhat related to luck. Whether art is right or wrong, only the way of expression is good or bad.

If it happens that Bole is appreciated and selected from thousands of paintings, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is the son of luck.

At the door of Rujia Hotel, a man was standing by the drinking fountain to draw water. He was tall, dark-skinned, and had an old white scar on his forehead, which was accidentally knocked with a hoe.

The card players in the hall ran out of tea and came to refill their cups. Seeing him fetching water from a thermos, he said impatiently, "Hurry up!"

The man didn't move at all, holding the bottle tightly with his bark-like hands, and his whole body blocked the water dispenser tightly.

The man widened his eyes and raised his voice, "Hi!"

The man turned his head to look at his eyes, which did not look like those of a person who has lived in the city for a long time, but full of strength, like a cow.

Inexplicably, the yelling person stopped yelling, muttered a few stupid words, turned and left.

Seeing that the person had left, He Jiayun continued to go back and stare at the water bottle until it was full, then plugged the wooden cap and went back up the stairs wearing slippers.

Big cities are expensive, and a meal costs dozens of dollars. You can make do with it at noon and buy two buckets of instant noodles.

Only when you are full can you have the strength to work. In the afternoon after school, you will squat at the school gate. As long as you perform this play well, it will be worth a hundred thousand, a hundred thousand...

He Jiayun has never had so much money.

He was thinking wildly, when someone behind him patted him on the shoulder, He Jiayun suddenly turned his head, thinking that the person who fetched water just now was looking for trouble: "Are you fucking done?"

But it was surprising that the person who came was a clean and handsome young man. He was standing at the top of the stairs, just as he lowered his arm to pat He Jiayun, the corners of his lips curled up slightly.

He Jiayun looked like he had seen a ghost: "You..."

He hasn't looked for him yet, why did he come to the door instead?

"He Jiayun, male, [-], working as a farmer at home." The young man accurately read out his identity information, with a relaxed tone, "It's fate when we met, let's talk?"