You can't do this to me [Transmigration Book]

The next day.

It was already 09:30 in the morning, but because of the blocking of the curtains, the room was dark and dark with no light.

Li Duoyang opened his eyes, moved his legs habitually, and then a burst of unspeakable pain quickly spread from his knees.

He took a breath, and then remembered that he was a "wounded person".

Not long after watching Nebula on the terrace last night, he and Pei Shiyi came back to sleep.Perhaps it was because the beautiful nebula that was discovered by accident brought good luck, Li Duoyang, who has always recognized his bed, fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow last night, and he didn't even have a dream, he slept until he woke up completely.

It was just that when he saw the clock next to the bed pointing to 09:30, he felt as if he hadn't woken up...

How can you get up so late? !

There was movement from the bathroom. Not long after, Pei Shiyi came out of the bathroom, his forehead was a little wet. It was obvious that he had changed his clothes after washing.

Seeing him sitting on the bed in a daze, he turned his eyes away and went to draw the curtains.

The glare of the sun quickly invaded the entire room.

Li Duoyang still couldn't accept that he got up so late, he touched his wrist, it was bare.

The wristband that set the alarm clock disappeared.

"Don't look for it, it's on the table." The person by the window said.

Li Duoyang looked up, and he really saw his bracelet on the table not far away. He was full of doubts: "How could I remember wearing it before going to bed..."

Pei Shiyi didn't answer the words, and turned around stiffly to go to the living room of the suite.

It was too long before the expected wake-up time, Li Duoyang was not in a hurry to get out of bed, and first took out his mobile phone to contact Chen Lun and the others.

Last night we made an appointment, we went to have breakfast at 08:30, and we went to the garden to plant flowers together at [-] o’clock—this was suggested by Chen Qi. In the idol drama Cinderella who grows flowers meets the prince’s fantasy plot, she wants to help plant flowers on the spur of the moment. In order to pull her away, Chen Lun temporarily promises to plant flowers again tomorrow.He thought that his sister would forget about it in a short time, but after returning to the villa, Chen Qi not only remembered it, but even asked the relevant person in charge to ask for permission. arrange.

After the call was connected, Li Duoyang first heard loud noises and a few murmurs of Chen Qi's grief...

"What's the matter with you?" he asked.

"Duoyang, are you awake?" It was Chen Lun, "Oh, fortunately, you slept like hell! You can rest in the house now! Xiaoqi didn't ask clearly last night. They planted flowers in the evening, and now a group of us Standing on the edge of this soil, you look like a group of fools..."

"..."

Chen Lun continued: "But we are all here, we are going to go fishing nearby for a while, come back at noon, if your legs and feet are inconvenient, don't go out."

He Zixuan's voice also intervened: "Don't be angry, we knocked on the door to call you this morning, but we couldn't wake you up. Besides, even if you can grow flowers, you can only watch it from the sidelines. After we discuss it, we will not wake you up." Disturb you to continue sleeping..."

"understood."

How could Li Duoyang be angry, and he felt guilty to change the room temporarily and let them knock on the empty door. Hearing that they had started discussing fishing, he hung up the phone without talking much.

When he got out of bed, Pei Shiyi came in again.

Li Duoyang asked casually: "You just woke up too?"

After asking, he felt that he was asking nonsense. If Pei Shiyi woke up early, he would have drawn the curtains early. With such a big sun drying his butt, he wouldn't have woken up so late.

The corner of the boy's mouth twitched slightly: "Yes."

Li Duoyang didn't plan to change clothes. The change of clothes he brought was long-sleeved trousers, and now his arms and legs were injured by falls, so the clothes would easily rub against the wound.Fortunately, the pajamas I brought are short-sleeved shorts.

While bending over to put on his socks, Pei Shiyi's cell phone rang.

He directly took out his mobile phone to answer.

"Yes."

"Go back at night."

"Ah."

……

Li Duoyang heard Yan Man's voice from the phone, and couldn't help but slow down his movements.

He remembered his previous plan.

But the first step to make Pei Shiyi believe that he had a predictive dream was unsuccessful. Not only did the hero not stay at home sick for the whole National Day holiday like in the original book, he even learned to skateboard by himself yesterday evening...

The timing is not very good at present, but it cannot be delayed any longer.

Li Duoyang supported the wall and stood up. Pei Shiyi had finished talking on the other side. Seeing him get up, he pushed the wheelchair in the corner to him.

Li Duoyang said thank you, but didn't sit down: "I haven't washed yet."

While thinking about how to speak later, he pulled off his slightly wrinkled pajamas, preparing to go to the bathroom to wash up first.

Suddenly, an arm stretched out.

Li Duoyang was slightly startled, looking up.

The hand was indeed Pei Shiyi's.

Seeing him not moving, Pei Shiyi's stern face changed, and he stepped forward and grabbed his arm: "Aren't you awake?"

"..."

Then, Li Duoyang was supported by him to the bathroom.

In front of the pool, Li Duoyang glanced at him curiously.

Pei Shiyi's expression became more and more strange: "What are you looking at?"

Li Duoyang stopped looking, and looked down at those legs. After all, they were injured, and the posture was still a little unnatural.

Having fallen to that extent, it must be as painful as him now.

But just walking is not much different from usual.

than he can bear.

After washing, Li Duoyang was helped by the young man to the wheelchair next to the bed, and then "one-stop service" pushed him to the dining table outside, where he simply ate the breakfast brought by the waiter.

After returning to the bedroom, he took the schoolbag into his arms and packed the contents absent-mindedly.

Pei Shiyi seemed to have no intention of going out, and was writing with a brush on the table by the window.

Li Duoyang took a few glances, that writing brush was a birthday gift given to him in Qinghe City earlier.

Grandma helped him choose.

Li Duoyang asked: "What are you writing?"

Pei Shiyi's movements suddenly became unnatural, and it took a few minutes before he answered properly: "Practice calligraphy."

Li Duoyang put his schoolbag aside: "Can I have a look?"

"……up to you."

Li Duoyang could feel that he was in a good mood today, so he pushed the wheelchair over.

Pei Shiyi's calligraphy was vigorous and powerful. Although a few words were written wrong and painted into a horrible black circle, overall, it was much better than before.

After all, it is the male protagonist, Li Duoyang inexplicably feels like a loving father when the geese grow up in his pen, coaxing him like a child: "You have improved so fast in such a short period of time, you are really amazing."

Pei Shiyi: "..."

After a while, Pei Shiyi couldn't stand him staring aside, and put away all his pen and ink.

But Li Duoyang's attention wasn't all on his words. When Pei Shiyi cleaned up the table, he didn't say a word. It wasn't until Pei Shiyi turned around to leave that he mulled over and said, "Did you dream last night?"

The other party was startled: "Did you dream about a female ghost again?"

"No," he smiled and shook his head, holding back his shame and said, "Well, I have a prophetic dream again."

"..."

Li Duoyang ignored the indescribable expression on the other side, and continued: "The one I dreamed about this time...is Aunt Yan Man."

Those sharp eyes darkened and stared straight at him.

Li Duoyang said: "I dreamed that Auntie Yan Man was unhappy all day and fell ill, and finally went to the beach..."

"And then?" The boy's voice carried the usual coldness.

Li Duoyang lowered his head and snapped his nails: "I told you, don't hit me."

"..." The original calm face disappeared for a while, Pei Shiyi gritted his teeth, "When did I hit you?"

Li Duoyang breathed a sigh of relief when the young master yelled like this, otherwise he always felt weird today: "I just dreamed that she went to the seaside, she looked very painful, and then the sea came up..."

For the sake of this, those who listen to it will naturally understand.

Li Duoyang didn't make another sound, waiting for the young master to lose his temper.

Yan Man and Mr. Pei are the two relatives that Pei Shiyi cares about the most. In the original book, anyone who makes fun of these two people will inevitably reap the fate that cannon fodder should have.

The relationship between the two is better now. He feels that Pei Shiyi will not do anything to him, but if he is touched by Ni Lin, he will at least lose his temper.

After waiting for a while, Pei Shiyi didn't make a sound.

Li Duoyang couldn't hold back, and looked up.

Four eyes facing each other.

Pei Shiyi stood by the table with one hand propped on the table, his body tilted slightly, his eyelids drooped slightly, and he didn't know how long he had been looking at him like this.

The intertwined gazes were sometimes hot and cold, one was unfathomable, and the other was unclear. After a while, Pei Shiyi turned his eyes away first.

Surprisingly, Li Duoyang heard him say in a hoarse voice:

"I see."

All morning, Li Duoyang was in a daze, thinking he was just talking casually.

He had no idea that Pei Shiyi had already found out that Yan Man had a mental illness before he came to this manor.

What's more, he was the one who caused the other party to investigate this aspect in the first place.