Miscellaneous Fish Survival[Transmigration Book]

Cheng Ji and Lao Geng rushed back to the clinic in the early morning.

Chen Guangjun has finished his drip today. After the doctor sealed the indwelling needle for him, he went back upstairs to sleep in his own room. He was replaced by his assistant—a perm tattooed, who also looked unprofessional, but was actually quite Professional female nurse.

Sister Yu was covered with a down jacket and slept on a hospital bed outside the isolation room.

Old Geng pushed Sister Xingyu to let her go home, and occupied the hospital bed by himself.Cheng Ji had no choice but to sleep on the table.

At three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, he was so sore that he couldn't stand it, so he sat up and smoked.

He touched the e-cigarette in his pocket and thought of Qi Beisong... Shouldn't he take Lao Qi to Ms. Cheng's grave to show her?Showing that she has a partner, she can worry less about herself under Jiuquan.

He suddenly remembered that Ms. Cheng did not have a grave.

Then I thought that it would be fine if there was no grave, the old mother's decades of belongings were still with Shen Zimo!

Cheng Ji was choked all at once, coughed several times, and scratched her hair in distress.

Damn, I forgot about this!

He didn't want to see Shen Zimo, so he set the other party's message as not to remind, and looked at it at this time, only to realize that he was always thinking about him!

Shen Zimo didn't send messages every day, but during the New Year's Eve, he greeted a lot of people, behaved politely, and apologized many times for the things he did to Cheng Ji at the beginning.

Cheng Ji felt that he was a bit of a mother-in-law, and he was not a big girl. He was angry when he was touched, but he laughed it off afterwards.

Shen Zimo's last batch of news was sent tonight, there were as many as seven or eight messages.

The first one is to say hello, and the second one is to ask him when he will come to fetch his things, and gently remind Cheng Ji that his belongings have caused trouble to him, but he speaks extremely politely, and there is no complaint in his tone.

Cheng Ji was a little embarrassed. When he moved the house, he agreed to store it temporarily for a few days, but it ended up being stored for almost two months without even saying hello, which was really unkind.

He felt indebted to Shen Zimo, and thinking that Shen Zimo was also a victim in the Mao Xiaowei incident, he might as well go to him, on the one hand to solve his own affairs, and on the other hand, to remind him to be more careful when working in the future.

He replied: come to see you tomorrow morning.

In the early morning, he walked out of the village in the city and hailed a taxi to go to Shen Zimo's school.

The driver entered "Y Academy of Fine Arts" in the navigation to search, and Cheng Ji saw the location of "K Polytechnic", and immediately had mixed feelings.

Shen Zimo said before that the schools of the two are very close, almost next door.

I heard that K Polytechnic is considered a good university in China, with a high ranking, and the gold content of the diploma is quite high, but he doesn't know anything about "science" or "work".

In his previous life, he didn't know how he graduated from his alma mater. Maybe the teacher thought he was handsome?Or if you dislike him staying in school, it will lead to bad future generations?In short, I didn't know that I was kicked out of the school if I failed the exam.

No matter how many lives a scumbag reincarnates, he is still a scumbag.

The driver chatted with him and asked, "Are you from Y Academy of Fine Arts? I know a boss whose child also goes to school there."

Cheng Ji said no, and went to see a friend.

The driver said: "Oh, there are all artists there, and the students are all dressed up in strange shapes, and the things in their minds are different from ours! We eat, drink, and sleep. They are light, shadow, and fog. Anyway, I I can't understand what they're saying!"

"Yes, I don't understand."

Cheng Ji smiled politely, thinking of Shen Zimo, he realized that his face was blurry.

Shen Zimo has light hair, light facial features, and light expression. There are no outstanding features, but they make people feel comfortable, so much so that if they don't see each other for a while, they almost forget this person.

Cheng Ji never imagined that he would enter this novel world and break up a pair of sadomasochistic couples, only to end up getting entangled with Qi Beisong.

He rested his chin and thought: Tsk, is my old man a jerk?

...It seems to be because of robbing someone's wife.

Then he thought about what to say when he saw Shen Zimo. After all, he vowed to find him last time, but he didn't hear from him at all.He wants to use Shen Zimo's benevolent personality, so he shouldn't be angry with him, right?

Y Academy of Fine Arts has arrived, he remembers the direction of Shen Zimo's dormitory, and walks forward.

On the way, he called Shen Zimo, but the other party didn't answer, he was puzzled and quickened his pace.

Since his roommate is renting a house, Shen Zimo is currently living alone, and the dormitory management of the art school is loose, so he is hardly disturbed by anyone.

Before Cheng Ji came to his dormitory, someone opened it before knocking on the door.

Shen Zimo was standing behind the door wearing an apron. Seeing that it was Cheng Ji, he smiled brightly like a spring flower, without even the slightest bit of anger that had been perfunctory and procrastinated for many days, and said, "Oh, you finally came to me!"

This soft words made Cheng Ji feel ashamed, thinking why all of them look like married wives, how can I hug left and right... Ah bah, stop in the wrong direction!

"...I'm here." He muttered.

"Welcome!" Shen Zimo gave him a hug as usual.

Cheng Ji bit her lower lip, not ashamed to hide, and accepted it.

Shen Zimo let Cheng Ji into the room: "Come in and sit down! My hands are dirty, go wash them and come!"

"What are you doing in your apron and gloves?" Cheng Ji asked, "Cooking?"

Shen Zimo smiled and said, "How can I cook in the dormitory? I'm mixing things. The solvents of paints are usually somewhat corrosive. I don't want to rub off my fingerprints in college, and I don't want to ruin many clothes in a year."

Cheng nodded and asked again, "Didn't you hear the phone ring just now?"

"No, my phone is on silent, did you call me?" Shen Zimo said.

"Ah."

Shen Zimo washed his hands and made coffee for Cheng Ji. Cheng Ji said that he couldn't fall asleep after drinking it, so plain water would do.

Shen Zimo changed him to a cup of instant milk tea, which was made thick, and Cheng Ji took it and took a big sip. He thought it was too sweet, but he didn't mind.

Shen Zimo didn't hide his joy, and said like a cannonball: "I went back to Changkang Hospital. I heard that your mother passed away. I couldn't help. I was very distressed. Then I heard that I couldn't find you. I'm afraid that something will happen to you, and I've been terrified for a long time! I almost called the police, but the police asked me what kind of relationship I had with you, and I couldn't answer. Where have you been, how are you doing recently?"

Cheng Ji felt a little guilty, lowered his head and said, "It's okay, it's fine."

Shen Zimo asked, "What's the matter with you looking for me today?"

Cheng Ji said, "Oh, I think..."

Shen Zimo didn't say what he said afterwards, "Have you figured it out yet?"

"what?"

"Have you figured it out and are willing to be with me?"

"..." Cheng Ji slowly put down the milk tea cup.

Shen Zimo observed his expression, quite disappointed: "Ah, that's why you came here?"

"I..." Cheng Ji said, "Some messy things in my house are kept here with you. I don't think it's appropriate, so..."

"So you want to take it away?" Shen Zimo sighed sadly.

This sigh was so tender, if it wasn't for Cheng Ji's true lack of affection for him, he would almost have to kneel down.

"Then where are you going to take it?"

Cheng Ji smiled awkwardly and scratched his head.

In fact, he had already thought about it before he came out: anyway, he plans to have a date with Mr. Qi, so why not let Mr. Qi rent a house for him?

"I rented a house." Cheng Ji said.

"Where?"

Cheng Ji couldn't answer.

Shen Zimo thought he was unwilling to tell, so he smiled wryly: "Oh, well, I won't ask. Is this your choice? Are you planning to completely sever ties with me?"

Cheng Ji quickly waved his hands, and according to the straight man's habit, he said such bad lines as being friends in the future.

Shen Zimo had already adjusted his mood and said, "You have a lot of things in your house. It's inconvenient to keep them at school all the time. I'm also afraid of being gossiped about. I've already asked someone to move them away. Come and get them with me."

"Where did you move?" Cheng Ji asked.

Shen Zimo smiled and said: "My grandmother's house was originally prepared for me, but the ownership has not been transferred yet. The house is not far from the school. How about going there together now?"

Cheng Ji drank the milk tea in one gulp and readily agreed.

The house is located in a high-end community next to the Y Academy of Fine Arts. It is a duplex residence. Although the area is not large, the upstairs and downstairs add up to [-] to [-] square meters, but the decoration is well-decorated.

Shen Zimo opened the door and asked Cheng Ji to come in, and said with a embarrassed smile: "This house was renovated by two old people, so it is the heavy style they like. Every corner is dark and old-fashioned. To be honest, I don't even want to come!"

Cheng Ji shook his head quickly: "This is one of the best decorations I have ever seen. If I have such a house, it will be worth it in my life."

Shen Zimo asked: "Really?"

Cheng nodded a little: "Yeah!"

Shen Zimo smiled happily, locked the door and took Cheng and others upstairs, saying: "I have piled up all your things upstairs, and they have stuffed the downstairs too full, there is no gap at all!"

Cheng Ji followed him upstairs, and when he was halfway there, he suddenly felt dizzy and swayed from side to side.

He grabbed the armrest, thinking it was because he didn't sleep well last night.

It was a small duplex with two bedrooms and two living rooms. There was a room upstairs and a room downstairs. Shen Zimo pushed open the door upstairs, and Cheng Ji was stunned when he saw it.

This... The layout of this room is exactly the same as that of his old house in Gonggong Xincun. Whether it is the arrangement of furniture or objects, even the curtains and tablecloths, they are all replicas of his room!

In his room there is a large workbench that was moved from some school or factory workshop, here it is.

He also has a simple bookcase that is obviously self-made, and there are similar ones here!

The old Cheng’s family lived in Workers’ New Village for decades. Due to the poor economic situation, almost everything in the house was outdated and repaired. The waste products were collected, and some were directly given away.

He didn't understand where Shen Zimo went to search for such similar old furniture items, and put them in this brand new and luxurious house. For what purpose? !

Shen Zimo said: "I've put all your things on the shelf, and some of them belong to your mother. I thought you might be sad when you saw it, so I didn't open the box for you. Anyway, according to the folk customs of our Hongcheng, the deceased's Things need to be burned near the crossroads, of course you can’t burn them in the city, when you have time later, I will accompany you to find a deserted intersection in the wilderness and burn them for your mother.”

Cheng Ji stared at him: "You..."

"How is this room?" Shen Zimo asked, "Does it feel very warm? I specially arranged it for you. My image memory is very good. I can recall the pictures I have seen after a long time. I have worked hard for the things in this room. It is placed according to the original appearance, but there may be some mistakes, so please don't have any objections!"

"You..." Cheng Ji's body swayed.

"What's wrong with you?" Shen Zimo asked, "Are you dizzy?"

Cheng Ji clawed at the door and slipped down, trying his best to maintain his standing posture. He was not only dizzy, but also dizzy, and he was about to fall down almost immediately!

"I……"

"Where is it uncomfortable?" Shen Zimo asked.

Cheng Ji could no longer answer. He lay on his side on the dark, shiny floor of the small apartment, trying to open his eyes, but it was in vain. He was so sleepy that his vision was blurred.

Shen Zimo squatted beside him, stroking his hair gently, as if stroking a cat or a dog.

"I really like you, you are so pretty." Shen Zimo said, "You are my god of beauty, my doe. Whenever I think of you, I feel restless and my blood is hot all over."

His fingers scratched Chengji's face, as if trying to feel the touch, whether it was light or heavy.

"Is there anything bothering you recently? You have a pimple on your face. You have good skin, but you don't often get pimples."

"The chilblains on the ears haven't healed yet? Oh, is it itchy? It's all because the hair is too short."

"You finally came to find me...I urged you to come like this. Is it fun to lie to me, Cheng Cheng?"

"I gave you a chance. When we parted last time, I thought that if you came to me the next day, I would give up everything to be with you and give you all I could. On the third day I would Thinking about it this way, the fourth day is the same, the fifth day, one week, two weeks, one month, two months..."

"You just don't come, and your mobile phone number has changed. I don't even know if you're dead or alive." Shen Zimo asked, "Cheng Cheng, you don't like me at all, do you? So you really like that dude surnamed Qi." Son? Are you with him?"

"How can you be with him? He's not good enough for you, he's dirty and you're clean."

Cheng Ji closed his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering feebly.

Before he fell into a coma, he heard Shen Zimo sigh quietly: "Why did you choose him and not me? I love you more than him..."

……

Cheng Ji didn't know how long he had been in a coma. When he woke up, the blackout curtains were still tightly drawn, and he couldn't see the sky outside.

He wanted to get up and pull the curtains, but found that his muscles were out of control. It took him nearly 10 minutes to get half of his body up from the bed, trying to change his position, but he fell down on the floor in the next second.

He tried to stand up from the floor again, but failed, his arms were weak, and his legs didn't seem to be his own. The only thing he could do was to walk on his knees, but it took a long time to rest for one step.

He suspected that besides the drowsiness potion, he also drank some kind of muscle relaxant, otherwise he wouldn't be in such a mess.

Finally he gave up and lay down on the floor waiting for the effects of the medicine to wear off. Anyway, no matter how powerful the medicine is, it has a time to work, but he hoped that the recovery period would not be too painful, such as the pain and itching all over his body like ants crawling.

Right now it is March in the Gregorian calendar, but the long winter caused by the La Nina phenomenon is still raging outside the window. Fortunately, the floor is warm, and the bottom floor should be equipped with floor heating like the Qibei Song's house.

Because it was too comfortable, Cheng Ji almost fell asleep once again, thanks to the empty stomach reminding him that he should stay awake and it was time to eat.

Judging by the level of hunger, he felt that he had been unconscious for at least five or six hours.

He is a little drowsy and unreal, especially when he is crawling, it is much better to lie down, this is physiological, just like someone who takes too long a nap and wakes up to get used to it for a while.

His eyes were still sleepy, but his ears started to light up, so he heard someone unscrew the door lock, and walked quickly to him and squatted down.

"Are you awake?" Shen Zimo asked.