Counseling [Quick Transmigration]

The expression of the wolf cub looked a little strange, he moved his lips, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

It is not easy for old humans to evolve into new humans.

At the end of the day, this evolution mainly depends on fate.Some people are destined to be chosen by God to become the owners of new genes and abilities; while some still retain the original fragile characteristics of human beings, and it will be extremely difficult to survive the doomsday.

Now that the apocalypse is over, this kind of difference has been left behind by blood, and it can no longer be changed.

He knew that the elder brother in front of him was an out-and-out old human being.

This must be an unfulfillable oath.But he didn't feel angry or displeased because the other party deceived him. When he turned his head slightly, he could see the soft profile of the young man outlined by the light - from the clearly visible upturned eyelashes to the slightly opened eyes. The soft lips seemed to be shrouded in light, covered with a layer of light luster.

Shang Lu stared at this side, and then looked away after a long time.

He still got up first in the early morning, got out of bed quietly, opened the door and went downstairs.Walking down the stairs, Shang Lu's heart suddenly skipped a beat. He stared at the door of his room, which was already open.

His dad was sitting on the stool by the door, staring at him.

"..."

The boy's hand gripped the door frame a little tighter, and he looked at him blankly.

"Where have you been?"

Father Shang said, spitting out a mouthful of phlegm on the ground, with a pair of wolf eyes shining with chills.After all, he was a new human being, with bulging muscles and strong arms. Phytophthora could smell the smell of alcohol that hadn't completely dissipated. Unexpectedly, the man didn't seem to bring anyone back that night.

He said briefly: "Go out."

"Going out?" Father Shang sneered, folded his arms, stood up and took two steps closer.He suddenly raised his foot and kicked the child hard on the kneecap, "You don't smell like you at the door—to be honest, where did you go?"

The wolf's nose is also very sharp.The boy forcibly endured the blow, his expression unchanged, and said, "I jumped out of the window."

Fortunately, Father Shang didn't question his words completely. He stared into his eyes for a while, but didn't see anything else.After getting this answer, he hummed thoughtfully twice, kicked him twice, and told him to go and cook quickly.When Shang Lu walked into the small common kitchen on this floor, he could still see his father's figure circling back and forth by the window, as if he was sniffing something.

Shanglu exhaled slightly, quickly lifted his shirt, and washed the medicine off his back with cold water gushing from the water pipe.

The water was very cold, completely different from the warm fingers of the young man who applied medicine to him last night.His back shivered slightly because of the temperature, and the red liquid medicine flowed down his spine. He quickly pulled a cloth and wiped it clean, then took a bottle of sesame oil and opened it.

The strong smell of the sesame oil quickly covered the smell of the potion. The boy confirmed several times in the kitchen that he no longer had any remaining smell on his body before going out.

They eat on a small table that is simply set up in the room.A few newspapers were placed on top of the table, Father Shang was snoring after eating, disliked the food was salty, so he slapped it a few more times.This was commonplace, and Shang Lu endured it without saying a word, knowing that if he resisted, it would cause even greater trouble.

It's not the first time he's been beaten. If he can't escape, he might as well suffer quietly.This is just a short-term vent, and it will be over in a few minutes. He still has time and possibility, and when the man is out, he will go upstairs again secretly.

After eating, Father Shang pushed the bowl away.

"Hurry up."

The child stood up, put away the two bowls, and went to the kitchen to wash.The kitchen is at the end of the corridor, and through the window you can see the street below.While washing and washing, his eyes glanced down, and his hands slowly stopped in place.

The young man was squatting by the side of the street, stroking the head of a stray cat.The cat arched its back and rubbed against his hand, content to get something from him.

Du Yunting's hands were covered in the fine cat's fur, with a smile on his face.The wolf cub put his hand on the window, poked his head out slightly, and watched the scene.

There were spots of light on the young man's feet, the neckline of his clothes was slightly wide, and he smiled gently.The wind seemed to have stopped, and the leaves of the tree above his head were only shaking slightly, so the spots of light shook slightly, as if they were bouncing and playing a fresh song.

After a while, Shanglu quietly raised his hand and touched his head.

He heard a sigh escape from his own mouth, then lowered his head and stared at the greasy bowl again.Father Shang was cursing loudly outside, causing several other residents in the corridor to open their doors and complain loudly.

"Is it over? Can you close the door?"

"All day long..."

The bowl hit the pot with a crisp sound.Shanglu didn't raise his head again, letting the invisible hand grab him again and drag him back to this filthy reality.

He didn't go upstairs that night.

It must be an end.If his brother left, he would have to rely on himself again. ——He couldn't expect the young man to live upstairs forever, and be trapped in this cold and damp house for a lifetime just like him.

The young man was obviously worried, and he appeared on this floor very early in the morning.Father Shang hadn't woken up yet, only Shang Lu was washing his clothes facing the faucet, and when he turned his head again, there was already someone standing behind him.

"Is your injury healed?" the young man asked in a low voice, "Why didn't you come here yesterday?"

Shanglu didn't say the reason, but said: "Okay...Thank you brother."

"Not so polite."

Du Yun stopped in front of him, rarely feeling at a loss.That night, he originally thought that the child's defenses had been completely opened.Only now do I know that not only has it not been opened, but it is even heavier than before. "Breakfast, I brought you here."

The lunch box was placed next to him, but the boy still had his head down, his forehead hair covering his eyes, and it was impossible to tell what kind of expression he had.

"Thank you brother, in the future——you don't need to trouble yourself."

Du Yun paused for a moment.

"Ok?"

Father Shang's cough suddenly sounded outside, Du Yunting was also startled, and didn't speak any more.He quickly pushed the lunch box into the cabinet and hid it, pretending to come to the kitchen to get something, casually picked up a bottle of soy sauce and went upstairs, just in time to bump into a middle-aged man walking this way.

When the two faced each other, Father Shang turned his gaze to follow him, and then turned his head to stare at the young man's back.

Bai Xia's figure is very good, not too thin, only two pieces of flesh on the back buttocks.Following the steps, the two pieces also swayed slightly up and down, as if they were very elastic, jumping inside the thin pants.

Father Shang spat on the ground.

"What are you here for?"

His son was still standing in the kitchen, his voice was muffled by the sound of water, "Come and get something."

Father Shang was still staring at the young man who had already gone upstairs, and what he was staring at now was only the empty corridor.

"Is it an old human?"

Shang Lu paused for a moment while scrubbing his clothes.In the small kitchen, there is only this faucet, and cooking and laundry can only be done here. There is only such a big space, but his heart is beating wildly, as if he is going to jump out of this space, "I don't know. .”

"At first glance, it looks like an old human being." Father Shang stepped on his slippers and walked back, "It's a good guy."

He said that young men and women are the same thing.It was as if these were not human beings, but items on a shelf for him to choose from.

Shang Lu suddenly lowered his head and didn't say anything.

Father Shang has a group of so-called brothers, who are all new human beings who can't find the value of life after the apocalypse.The blood of killing and tyranny is still flowing in their bones, but they have walked out of the end of the world and come to the so-called peaceful age. This is like a shackle, forcibly locking them up.

The only topics that were gathered together were the boy from this family and the girl from that family.

Father Shang sat in the middle, his eyes were red.

"That little bitch in the shampoo shop..."

He said something nasty in a loud voice, and a group of people slapped their legs and laughed.Halfway through laughing, someone opened the door and went downstairs to buy wine.

When he came upstairs again, his voice was a little excited, "I saw a good one just now. Is he living upstairs? The young man looks clean, with slender arms and legs, and he is more powerful than that girl—I guess There's not even a single hair on your body!"

"Really? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Father Shang said: "The new one came in upstairs. How about it, is he a good guy? It's a pity that he is an old human being. If he followed you, he would be killed on the bed."

The man opposite laughed.

"Why are you afraid of death? I'm afraid that he will die or live. How boring is that?"

He paused, and then said, "Hey, why don't you go up and give him a glass of wine...?"

Just looking at it, you can tell what the idea is.The others laughed and said, "Forget it, don't scare him into tears."

"Who said I went by myself?" the man yelled, "Then what—that bastard!"

He pointed his hand away, and called Shang Lu who was sitting in the corner, "Go upstairs, do you know which room that kid lives in? Invite him down, and say that the brothers invite him to drink a glass of wine."

He stuffed a glass of cloudy wine into Shanglu's hand, so drunk that he didn't know what medicine he stuffed into it.Shang Lu held the cup, his hands trembling slightly.

He went out as these people said, but he never went upstairs, he just stood quietly at the corner.I don't know how long I stood there, almost turning into a statue in the darkness.

He didn't come back until the men in the room became impatient, the wine in his hand was still the same.

The man's eyes widened and he asked, "What's going on?"

Pokemon placed the cup on the table.

"People are not there."

"No more?" the man yelled, "I just watched him go upstairs!"

"Uncle Chen at the front desk said that he just came up to get some things just now," the child lied, without changing his expression, "he took it now, and went down again."

The man was dissatisfied, and knocked on his cup to say disappointment.Father Shang patted him and whispered something in his ear, and the two of them laughed together.

"You still have a way," the man raised his glass, slurring his words, "Come—brother respects you!"

They glanced at each other, their eyes sparkling.Shanglu's heart beat faster, his feet almost stuck to the ground.

He heard his dry voice, which seemed to be forced out of his throat.

"……any solution?"

"Why do you want to know so much?" Father Shang glared at him, loosened his belt and was about to pull it this way, "You son of a bitch, who gave you the courage! Hurry up and tell me where to go!"

Shanglu didn't move, he stood where he was, as if he had turned into a tree.He listened to these noisy voices, the clinking of glasses, the messy laughter, the smell of alcohol and smoke suffocated in this space, fermenting into a disgusting smell.

In the vagueness, who slapped him again.

"Get out now!"

The child is gone.He walked further and further down the corridor, taking bigger steps, and his mind was muddled.It wasn't until he saw the surprised face of the young man that he realized that he had already gone upstairs and knocked on the young man's door.

"Shanglu?" Du Yunting opened the door and let him in, "What's wrong, you look bad. What happened?"

It was more like the child crashed into his room without a trace. After entering, he didn't make a sound, just stood in the corner in a daze, lost in thought.Du Yunting touched his head tentatively, but he didn't feel any abnormal temperature.

He was a little worried, and said to 7777: [The child is probably stupid, right? 】

7777 was obviously distressed, gritted his teeth and said: [If he is beaten stupid, I allow you to fight hard with his dad. 】

Du Yunting was overjoyed immediately.

[Then buy it...? 】

He really wanted to castrate this so-called father down.

7777: […]

It glanced at the child's face and became even angrier.

The pillars of the nation!Flowers of the motherland!

How could he be tortured like this? !

[Buy,] 7777 said, [You are allowed to buy!What happened, I carry it! 】

When morality does not work, only violence can be used to control violence.Before this, 7777 never believed in this sentence, but now he somewhat believes it.

After taking a reassurance, he stood beside Shanglu and patted the child on the back.

After a long time, the child took the initiative to speak.

"...Brother." He raised his eyes and looked at the young man in front of him, "If I don't want some people to do bad things, I hurt people...will I go to hell?"

The young man in front of him was obviously stunned by this question.He retracted his hand and pursed his lips.

Shang Lu thought he was answering in the negative, and his eyes suddenly dimmed.

After a while, the young man's voice suddenly rang out in the room with a gentle but firm voice.

"will not."

"……Um?"

"Because there is no hell at all." Du Yun stopped laughing and shook his head, "There is no hell, and there is no afterlife—if you want to do something, then hurry up and do it now."

He patted the child's head.

"Is what you want to stop a bad thing?"

Shanglu nodded hesitantly.

"Then what you did was a good thing." Du Yunting lowered his head and met his gaze, which was so clear that Shanglu's heart also calmed down.He felt the temperature from the top of his head, and heard the young man's low voice, "Someone will thank you for what you have done."

Shang Lu thought vaguely in his heart that he didn't want this person's gratitude.

than grateful--

He suddenly remembered the young man he saw that day.Squatting under the shadow of a swaying tree, touching a cat with soft and smooth fur.

He also lowered his head, moved his lips, and finally said that request softly.

"elder brother……"

"Can you touch my head again?"

Stopping is actually a simple matter.

Father Shang would often get drunk, sometimes in his own room, sometimes in taverns outside.While he was not paying attention, Shanglu took his mobile phone and sent a message with his friend.

The place to drink is set at the old place where they used to go.

He swiped the screen, deleted the message, and put the phone back in its place quietly.

In the evening, Father Shang did receive a call.The people over there were already unconscious, shouting for him to pass.

"Why don't you come? You will be missing!"

Father Shang put on his coat and went out.Shanglu watched from behind him, and said to him calmly, "Goodbye, Dad."

The man glanced at him, and only lowered his voice to warn: "Wait, you son of a bitch, if you dare to go upstairs and talk to someone, I'll kill you when I come back!"

The expression on his son's face did not change at all, as usual, he nodded silently.Father Shang then went to the banquet and drank until late at night. By the end of the banquet, it was already broken, and his feet seemed to be stepping on clouds, swaying.

His friends were all stumbling around, and no one could bring him back, just waiting for his son to come and take him away.

But this time, Shanglu did not come.

The few cronies and friends soon passed out, and only Shang's father stood up in a daze, and he didn't see his son's back for a long time.He looked across the road. The wolf's eyesight was good. With just one glance, he saw Shanglu standing on the side from a distance. He clearly saw his father here, but he didn't go here at all, turning a blind eye.

"You bastard..."

The anger in Father Shang's heart suddenly rose. He untied the belt around his waist, spat on his hand twice, and subconsciously walked across the road.

"You son of a bitch, don't take him seriously! See if I don't smoke...don't smoke to death..."

The child on the opposite side turned around and walked in the direction of home.Father Shang was even angrier, his eyes were as white as snowflakes, and he shouted loudly: "Stand for me!"

He lifted his foot and stepped into the traffic.

The sidewalk was still red at this time.He was drunk in traffic, staggering forward.

"give me……"

It was extremely dark and the street lights were dimmed.There was an old human driver whose eyesight had never improved, so he could only see the figure clearly when he was close by, and he didn't have time to apply the brakes. He only had time to let out an exclamation, and the whole car crashed firmly into it.

"Squeak—boom!"

Shanglu was on the opposite side, staring at this scene in a daze.It's actually not that difficult.His nightmare lay on the ground at this moment, twitched twice, and soon became silent.

His fingers trembled slightly, he hid the trembling fingers in his pocket, and closed his eyes.

It was Du Yunting who came to take him away in the end.The young man opened his arms towards him and pulled him towards him.

"Are you scared?" He touched the child's sweaty forehead and whispered, "Go, brother will take you back first..."

Fearing that he would have some psychological shadow, Du Yunting did not take him back to the previous hotel.He also had money now, so he took the child and went straight to a better one. The hall was warm and tidy, and even the man sitting at the front desk was no longer a listless man, but a young lady with a standard smile with eight teeth.

"Your room card, please keep it."

Du Yunting took the room card, thanked him, and led the child to the elevator.He was looking at the expression of the wolf cub all the way, but fortunately, the child just looked a little sleepy, and didn't react too aggressively.

This is also normal.

To get rid of such a father... is actually a kind of luck.

Du Yunting brought him in, first put hot water in the bathroom, and told him to take a good bubble bath and take a hot bath.

"It's like washing away everything before."

He said so.

Shang Lu obediently soaked himself in it.The slightly hot water surrounded him, as if he had returned to his mother's amniotic fluid, so warm and reassuring.He no longer had to think about facing his father's severe beating after going out, and he no longer had to think about what kind of methods they would use to deal with the young man—he leaned here, and finally, for the first time in history, relaxed from head to toe .

He didn't even want to deceive himself, he didn't feel sad because of Father Shang's death.

Such a person died a few years ago.His soul was completely dead, and what had been struggling to live was nothing but a lump of flesh that made him feel sick.

Pokemon dipped himself deeper in the pool.The water covered the top of his head, and he stretched out his hands to rub it vigorously, almost rubbing off a layer of skin on himself.

When he came out wrapped in a towel, the young man was waiting outside.

"Don't think about anything," Du Yunting said to him, "Sleep well."

Shanglu lay down.In the soft cloud-like bedding, he could smell the light, sun-baked green grass.Still barely opening his eyes, he whispered, "Brother..."

The young man's hand smoothed his forehead hair.

"Ah."

"……elder brother?"

The child yelled again, his voice trembling slightly, as if he was filled with unspeakable fear.

"--Um."

Du Yunting answered this time more seriously than before.

"I am here."

He passed his hand over and took the child's hand.With his fingers clasped firmly in his palm, Shang Lu finally seemed to be completely at ease, and closed his eyes securely.

Du Yunting felt a little sore in his heart.He said to 7777 in his heart: 【28, I'm going to raise him. 】

7777 applauded him twice, and said from the bottom of his heart: 【That's great! 】

Du Yunting said wistfully: 【Unexpectedly, Mr. Gu and I's first son is not you, but a wolf cub...】

7777: […]

Seriously, can Du Tousou make it happy quietly for a while?Do you have to take advantage of it at this time?

Du Tongsong is still working tirelessly: 【You really don't want to be my son?Pokemon can be your brother. 】

7777 was determined and unmoved.

【In no mood. 】

What's more, [Even if I am, I should be brother, okay! 】

...Which eye of yours looks at me like his brother!

Du Yunting: [Both eyes saw it. 】

[Oh,] 7777 responded indifferently, [Then you are blind. 】

Du Yunting: […]