Quick Transmigration: Young man, you have to calm down

He raised his head to look at the boy, and bent his eyes: "Anzhi?"

The boy came back to his senses, but he was still in a daze after all: "I just... saw the owner of the diary."

"She said that in this house, only what is seen is real."

After saying this sentence, the boy stood upright, looked at Su Yansheng: "Let's go and have a look."

Look at that so-called truth.

The two hit it off immediately, and agreed not to mention what they saw just now, but went to see the kitchen as agreed before, but Yan Yan quietly asked Su Yansheng on the way: "Yan Sheng, what happened just now?"

Su Yansheng picked up the important points and talked to Yan Yan, and finally concluded: "It's probably like this, Shen Wan is a person imagined by the owner of the diary."

And such amount of information obviously cannot be digested immediately by Yan Yan, after a while, Yan Yan asked: "Is this okay?"

Taskers, because they may have to encounter all kinds of strange situations, so their ability to accept is generally not bad. Now that Su Yansheng has accepted it, he did not explain much in his answer, but said: "Why not? People can like men, they can If you like women, you can like cats and dogs, you can like all kinds of utensils, why can't you like...how about yourself?"

Chen Min likes Shen Wan, in fact, he also likes himself when only Shen Wan was around, besides...

He smiled: "I also said before that all things have animism. Since 'Shen Wan' has appeared, no matter what it looks like to others, she is real to Chen...she is real to the owner of the diary. Why can't real people be liked?"

Yan Yan didn't speak anymore, but Su Yansheng understood that it accepted it.

The system is born with its own set of judgment standards, and things beyond the standards are "learned" by the bound taskers. It is impossible for Yan Yan not to accept things that Su Yansheng accepts from the bottom of his heart.

In other words, the taskers are like the parents of the system. For a young child, the values ​​of the parents are extremely important, and they take their parents as their heaven.

After a while, they had already arrived in the kitchen. Although Shen Ruosu lived alone now, the kitchen was full of beautiful things. It didn't look like the kitchen of a middle school student living alone.

As if guessing Su Yansheng's doubts, the boy picked up a tomato and threw it in his hand: "This kitchen has always been like this."

"If Ruosu can't see us, he can't see the things we can move. For example, this kitchen, even if it's the same kitchen, if we take things here, or cook in the kitchen, Ruosu's side will be fine. There will be no movement at all - the kitchen she will see is still the one that has never been touched."

"It's as if we don't live in the same house at all."

After listening to his description, Su Yansheng was a little dazed, and immediately thought of a possibility: "Parallel world?"

I can't see them, and I can't know their movements. Although they live in the same space, they seem to be unrelated. If it is a parallel world formed by space folding, it is not unreasonable.

But then Su Yansheng denied this guess by himself: "If it is a parallel world, then we shouldn't be able to see her."

If it's a parallel world, then these invisible and unknown shouldn't be one-way, even if Su Yansheng might not be affected because of the task, but the young man is not the tasker, there must be other problems in it.

Hearing his conjectures and immediately denying himself, the boy didn't say anything, just took out a chopping board, put the tomato on it, walked to the stove, turned his head to look at Su Yansheng: "Don't talk about that, I'll give you Let's make a meal."

He skillfully put the pot on the stove, tilted his head and smiled: "Actually, I'm pretty good at cooking, but unfortunately if I can't eat it, it will be cheaper for you."

After speaking, seeing Su Yansheng's blank expression, he was a little dissatisfied: "Hey, what is that expression? I don't usually cook, but I'm in a good mood today. Believe it or not, I'll poison you ?!"

Seeing the young man's feigned anger, Su Yansheng only found it amusing, and it was rare for him to be playful: "Okay, anyway, you can't poison me to death, so poisoning is just a seasoning."

Shen Anzhi glanced at him, but the overly familiar movements didn't stop because of Su Yansheng's gag: "Come on, we are all ghosts, where are we going to be poisoned to death? Well, speaking of it, ghosts have a sense of taste, right?"

The words are still the same, but the expression on his face is not very sincere, Su Yansheng smiled: "Didn't the owner of the diary tell you that what you see is the truth, you can see me, I can see you, and we are not dead, why? Could it be a ghost?"

The boy looked at him, still smiling: "Ghost, must it not exist?"

One question actually made Su Yansheng shaken.

He couldn't definitively give a negative answer.

Do ghosts really not exist?This is also, it is not necessary.

Seeing him becoming dazed again, the young man looked at the still boiling water, threw the tomato down, and continued: "You may have a reason to be sure that you are not dead, but I don't."

Currently there is no job in hand, he looked at Su Yansheng with a calm face: "I have no reason to be sure that I am not dead. From the very beginning, in my consciousness, I was already dead."

Su Yansheng was stunned for a moment, obviously unable to understand, but at this moment, the tomatoes were already burnt. Su Yansheng watched the young man turn back, scooped up the two tomatoes, put them on the chopping board after a run of cold water, and put them on the chopping board with great ease. Then he peeled the skin, and took a knife from the knife holder next to it, and chopped one of the tomatoes in half with a snap: "Score two cuts on the skin of the tomato like this, and then blanch it with clean water. It’s much easier to peel off the skin, and you don’t need to chop it up directly, otherwise the juice will be lost, and you can still use a spatula to deal with these problems when the time comes.”

"Everyone does it differently. The way I'm used to is to heat up the oil and put the tomatoes first, just like this. By the way, can you break two eggs for me?"

Although Su Yansheng didn't understand how the young man cooked the dishes and even brought his own explanation, but when he heard what the young man asked him to do, he quickly reacted, followed the young man's instructions to find the bowl and eggs, and prepared the egg liquid according to the young man's request Pass it to the boy.The boy lifted the lid of the pot, sprinkled a handful of sugar into the pot, took the bowl, and smiled at him: "Thank you, the timing is just right."

"I prefer sweet food, so I'm always used to adding more sugar. When you make it yourself in the future, you can season it according to your own taste."

As he said, he poured the egg liquid into the pot, waited for a while, and started to turn the spatula: "Look, it's like this, when it's almost done, add some salt, it's almost done——If you eat onions You can also add onion and garlic by yourself.”

While talking, the boy also finished the dishes: "Look, you can start cooking now."

There was only tomato scrambled eggs for this meal, but since it seemed that Su Yansheng hadn't eaten since he came here, it was rare for him to eat something, so it was inevitable that he was a little happy and excited. Picking out some eggshells that accidentally fell in, he said, "I don't know why, but I always feel that your cooking skills, Yan Sheng, are not very good. Teach well, how about I teach you how to cook in the future, but in exchange..."

Su Yansheng: "...just tell me the truth."

Now Su Yansheng is very suspicious that the young man always has a vague memory of the previous few worlds, otherwise he would know that his cooking skills are "not very good", and the actual situation is not that the person who taught him did not teach it well, but that he never People thought about teaching.But now the boy puts forward such a condition regardless of whether he is willing to learn, and also mentions "in exchange", which means that the boy has something he wants.

If there is something you want, it's okay to give it to him.

So Su Yansheng nodded with a smile: "Okay, then I'll trouble Anzhi, and I will give you all."

The teenager smiled: "Of course."

Su Yansheng looked at the boy: "So, what does An Zhi want?"

The young man looked at him seriously: "Yan Sheng, you actually know how to use the musical instrument in the master's room of the diary, right?"

"I'm a little curious."

This kind of answer was also beyond Su Yansheng's expectation. Even though he really couldn't think of what the young man would be interested in for a while, the kite in the master's room of the diary was never included in his consideration. inside.

However, the boy said that he was a little curious.

In fact, Su Yansheng really can't be regarded as completely ignorant, but because he only came into contact with that cultivation world before, he can only be regarded as a little understanding of it.

But since the boy is curious...

He nodded, and added a spoonful of tomato scrambled eggs to himself: "Okay, but you should listen first when the time comes. If you like it and think my level is not bad, then I will teach you too."

"You teach me to cook, and I teach you to play the piano. It's even."

The young man smiled happily: "It's a deal."

On this day, Shen Ruosu still returned to this home with only her at the same time.

It's strange to say that she doesn't remember many things. She only knows that her name is Shen Ruosu. She lives at home now and goes to school every day. In fact, she once felt that something was wrong. For example, she had to cook and eat every day. But she has never bought anything, and the things in the kitchen never seem to decrease. For example, she never seems to have to do homework.

But every time I think about it carefully, I always feel that there is nothing wrong with everything.

Even though she couldn't remember some things clearly, she knew that she was Shen Ruosu, a student who lived in her own home and liked to draw.

In addition, she doesn't like to leave home very much, because she seems to be waiting for someone, a very important person, to go home.

She had dreamed of such a person countless times, but she had never seen the face. Every time, every time, she would look at the back of that person and be engulfed by the monstrous flames.

That is her brother.

Then suddenly one day, she stopped having this dream. She dreamed of a room with a diary in it. She was obviously not curious, but she couldn't help but want to approach it.

When she was about to open the diary, a voice stopped her: "Ruosu, don't touch that."

The voice was a voice she had never heard before, but it was too familiar. She turned her head in amazement, and saw a person rushing against the light. She couldn't see anything clearly except for his hands. After that, even those hands were swallowed by the light.

"elder brother!"

She woke up from the dream and found that it was just a dream, just like thousands of dreams before, it was just a dream.

Even though there was still class the next day, she didn't go back to sleep that night, but got up, turned on the light, and drew a picture. There was no scenery and no one in the picture, only a hand with distinct bones. , was engulfed by the light cluster.

Then, instead of releasing the painting, she put it in a notebook.That notebook will become her own diary.

By the time I close my notebook, it is dawn and it is time to go to school.

Some dreams are easy to forget, but the dream of the night before does not belong to that category. The hand always appears in Shen Ruosu's mind lingeringly, and everything in the dream is also vivid, disturbing her. A whole day of restlessness.

It was so hard to survive until she could go home, Shen Ruosu couldn't wait for a moment, and went home immediately.

She opened the door of the room in her dream that she had never imagined to be near, and all she saw was an empty room.

Nothing, no furnishings in the dream, and no diary in the dream.

Suddenly, she seemed to hear a sigh.

She shook her head, thinking that she was under too much pressure and had hallucinations.

After calming down, she went to the kitchen, only to feel that there seemed to be something different here than usual, but nothing was different, so she just thought she was thinking too much.

And since that day, she hasn't had a dream again.

The later days were also step-by-step. Sometimes Shen Ruosu felt as if there was an extra person in the family, and that person would look at her tenderly, when she was cooking, and when she was painting. , watching her while she sleeps...

Just looking at her, it was clearly a creepy situation for ordinary people, but it made her feel a strange peace of mind, a kind of peace of mind that she had never felt since coming here.

It was as if something had been found.

But life really hasn't changed.

So later on, she got into the habit of waving goodbye to the house—she had to admit that from that day on, she liked the house a little bit.

For some reason, her intuition told her that if she left here, the things she found with great difficulty would disappear again.

And this day was the same as usual, when it was time to go home, Shen Ruosu pushed his bicycle into the courtyard with a happy mood, thinking that tomorrow would be the weekend, so he could have a good rest at home for a day, without leaving here for half a step, he could enter After leaving the house, something was different—this time it was not a hallucination.

She heard a voice that didn't belong here.

Ding ding dong dong, not pleasant, but not unpleasant.

It was the sound of plucking strings, the sound of plucking strings coming from that empty room.

It's not normal to have doubts in your heart but not panic.

But Shen Ruosu couldn't help but approach that house.

After a pause for a moment, the more stupid and unappealing non-melody plucked strings changed.

It sounds like it should be coming from the same thing, but this time the sound is quite different from the one just now.

Shen Ruosu was stunned, put on the doorknob with trembling hands, and then pulled the door open in one breath.

The originally empty room was still empty, and the voice stopped abruptly just now, but there seemed to be an extra cluster of light in the middle.

Has a nose, has eyes, and is looking at her in amazement.

Shen Ruosu's tears came down all at once, she stared at the ball of light, her lips trembled a few times, and finally she uttered two words: "Brother..."