Don't act like a baby [Transmigration Book]

So Zhao Jindong moved to the bed.

The big bed is more than enough to sleep two people, Song Chen took a look, it was really across the Pacific Ocean.

Back then when he got married and chose a marriage bed, Song Chen chose such a big one, was it for the convenience of inversion or for the convenience of sleeping separately?

Although the bed was big, there was only one quilt, which was fortunately a two-meter-wide quilt.

Song Chen coughed, sat on the bed, lay down pretending to be indifferent, and turned to the outside.

There was a large gap between the quilts, and Zhao Jindong's temperature could still be vaguely felt.

He seemed to have slept alone since he could remember. For a long time, he had slept alone, and he had never slept in the same bed as anyone else.When it is cold, I also think that if someone sleeps together, it must be very comfortable.

Song Chen curled up slightly, picked up his phone and checked his updated novel.

I don't know if it's because there are so many new things that he didn't have time to take care of after he came here, or he doesn't care so much now that he has money. After the novel was published, he never clicked on it again.

You know he wasn't like this before.

He used to be under a lot of pressure every time he published an article. Don’t look at it for many years, it’s not as good as others’ pink. In the first month when the new article was just published, he spent almost every day in anxiety, worrying about favorites and clicks, and worried about new articles. Whether the stalk can hit the reader's point.

Basically, in the first month of each post, he was so anxious that he couldn't sleep well.

Now it's fine, he doesn't care anymore, he can write whatever he wants, and he doesn't care whether anyone will read it or whether he can make money.

It's great, it's his dream life, to be a freelance internet writer.

It's good to be confident.He swiped through the background slowly, and found that the number of clicks had changed to 4, and there was also one comment.

"My little Chen is great!!! The writing is so touching!"

This...is this Mrs. Zhao's comment? ? ? !Fortunately, there was no exposure, so he quickly deleted this comment.

It seems that he has to tell Mrs. Zhao not to expose his real information when commenting!

I don't know if Mrs. Zhao is a compliment or the truth.

He hid under the blanket and read Chapter 1 which he wrote again.

No, it's still touching.

The eye sockets are moist.

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Luo Wensheng still enjoyed it, and would pretend to be dead every now and then.When Yu Nuo comes back from get off work, he often sees him playing dead.

He strongly suspected that Luo Wensheng was influenced by that Japanese TV drama. He checked Weibo once and came across a Japanese TV drama called "I see my wife pretending to be dead every day when I go home". He showed it to Luo Wensheng as a funny video. Unexpectedly Luo Wensheng drew a ladle according to the gourd.

It's just that the Japanese drama is a comedy, but what they staged is a tragicomedy.

Death is fake, but mixed with some truth, the truth from the future.

He looked at Luo Wensheng who fell on the ground and pretended to be dead.

Luo Wensheng pretended to be so resembling, as if he was really dead.Even though he knew he was faking it, he still felt very worried every time he saw it.

It seemed that one day in the future when he returned home, he would see Luo Wensheng like this, not the Luo Wensheng pretending to be dead, but the real dead Luo Wensheng.

He felt a pain in his heart, but he pretended to kick impatiently and said, "Get out of here."

Luo Wensheng got up, wiped the blood off his head, and said, "Does it look like this time?"

Yu Nuo had already acted calmly and said, "Boring."

Luo Wensheng lay in one position for a long time, his body was a little stiff, and he limped to the bathroom to clean up.Yu Nuo took the mop to mop the floor, but she couldn't shed tears anymore.Woody.

He sometimes wonders why he would do this.

Probably just wanted to love for a while, Luo Wensheng is a paranoid, and so is he.

Luo Wensheng had been in the bathroom for a long time and didn't come out. He was a little worried, so he went in to have a look, only to see that Luo Wensheng's body was already somewhat thin and bent, sitting in the bathroom with red eyes.

Yu Nuo bent down and picked up the nozzle on the ground, turned off the hot water, and said, "Get up and wipe."

Luo Wensheng couldn't get up.

He slipped and fell in the bathroom, fell to his waist, and couldn't get up.

Probably a person worked hard in the bathroom for a long time, and the hot water burned his entire leg red.

Yu Nuo sent him to the hospital, where he stayed for half a month, taking care of eating and drinking.He knew that his fate with Luo Wensheng was coming to an end, so he wanted to do more for him.

Luo Wensheng showed great resistance, even though he knew that Luo Wensheng would not listen, he still said: "I'm an old husband and wife, and I don't dislike you."

Luo Wensheng said, "I despise myself."

Yu Nuo hung his head, packed his things, and prepared to take him out of the hospital.

Not long after he was discharged from the hospital, he returned home and found that Luo Wensheng was not at home.

The home that has been lived in for decades, no matter how clean and tidy it is, there is also a human breath, that is the subtle breath of life, permeating every corner of the room.But when he came back that day, he obviously felt that the house was empty.

Luo Wensheng disappeared again, leaving him a letter this time, and he really left.

"I still can't accept the appearance of aging in front of you, and I don't want you to watch me die." Luo Wensheng said.

Having said so much, still no one can convince anyone.

Of course Yu Nuo couldn't let go so easily, he finally caught Luo Wensheng who was about to board the train at the station.

Luo Wensheng put his arms around his waist and said tremblingly: "Why did you do this, I didn't make it clear in the letter."

Yu Nuo said: "I let you go, if you let me take a good look at you one last time, I will let you go."

After getting old, Luo Wensheng resisted taking pictures, and the family didn't even have a single picture of him now.

The two looked at each other.Yu Nuo looked at the other's old face.Luo Wensheng's eyes were still so bright, the same as when they first met in high school.

Later, he discovered that it was not the bright eyes, but the tears welling up in the eyes.

Tears streamed down the wrinkles on his face.In their whole life together, it was the first time he saw Luo Wensheng shed tears.

He couldn't bear to look any more, and said, "Let's go."

Luo Wensheng hunched over, pulled the suitcase and got into the car.

Immortality is not necessarily a good thing.People who live forever should not love others.He sent away his parents and his lover.All the people he loves will eventually leave him.

Yu Nuo returned home, sat on the balcony under the setting sun, and played "Breeze and Drizzle" on her mobile phone.

This is a song that Luo Wensheng especially liked when he was young.Teresa Teng originally sang it, and Faye Wong later sang it.

"The breeze blows the floating clouds, and the drizzle slowly falls to the ground. Drenching me and you, making the world full of poetry.

The breeze is accompanied by the drizzle, just like I am accompanied by the lovely you, look at me, look at you, and see how beautiful the world is.

Oh, may I be the wind and you the rain,

Ah, the breeze is all in the drizzle. "

Yu Nuo hung on her knees and didn't get up for a long time.

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It's not even the worst part yet, he can't take it anymore.

It's so sad, but as an author, it's so exciting to write this kind of sad text.

He wants to abuse the tears of readers, and the tears of readers are his medals.

The coquettish author also has a literary heart, trying to impress readers with true feelings, not 191.

Suddenly thinking of 191, his heart moved again.

191 is lying beside him right now.

Song Chen turned around with red eyes and looked at Zhao Jindong.

Zhao Jindong didn't know what he was looking at, and frowned.Noticing his gaze, he turned his head and looked over.

Song Chen immediately turned his head away and closed his eyes.

The eyes are still moist, and even when you close them, you can feel the wetness of the eyelashes.

Song Chen felt a little headache, but he was too lazy to do anything, so he covered his head with the quilt and curled up.However, the headache became more and more severe, and the quilt began to become a little hot, and he burst into tears in the almost unbearable pain, and he didn't know whether it was for himself or for Yu Nuo.

It's good enough.He has lived a good enough life now, and his life is rarely complete.