This bald world [Transmigration Book]

Wei Yingting never expected that He Chuchu, the girl he had been optimistic about since he was a child, not only failed to win back Xingxinghe's heart, but also became a rival in love with him. His heart was stuffed [-] times, and he couldn't sleep in the middle of the night.

"What's so good about Xiang Fei?" Wei Yingting was very puzzled.

Seeing her boss talking to herself in the car, Ah Rou couldn't help but said, "Boss, it's not that I talk too much about your family's affairs, but Xiang Fei's classmate is really good, he's a man."

Wei Yingting glanced at him.

"I think our young master still has vision." Ah Rou was quite serious when she got serious, "The boss is just too worried. I also have a younger brother in my family. Although he can't be compared with the young master, I think he is annoying." dead, who wants to care about him?"

"Children are different when they grow up. They want their family members to ignore everything. The more you want to meddle in something, the more annoying they will be. In the end, they may even suffer from depression."

"There are children in my hometown who committed suicide like this."

Wei Yingting looked at him in horror: "Can you still commit suicide?"

"That's right." Ah Rou said with emotion, "Young Master, I watched him grow up. He is actually a very lonely child in his heart. I haven't seen him be as curious and fond of things as other children since he was a child. Pass."

"I'm also curious sometimes. It stands to reason that you, the boss, still love him like the master. He shouldn't have this kind of personality, but he is indeed different from other children. Sometimes I feel distressed when I see him."

"How can a child have such a heavy heart?"

Wei Yingting was silent, "You don't understand, he...he..."

He didn't go any further.

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite, and I know this truth." Ah Rou scratched her head, and couldn't help but start to raise her orchids again, "But it's rare for the young master to have someone he likes, so I don't think you need to worry about it, boss. , he should have his own life."

"What if he chooses the wrong one?" Wei Yingting frowned, "His spirit can no longer be stimulated, the doctor said that he is already on the verge of danger, and he will be stimulated by Xiang Fei again, if he also... "

"Boss, the young master is about to become an adult." Ah Rou sighed, "I don't think Xiang Fei's little classmate is that kind of a bad guy. If he really doesn't care about our young master, how can he be so used to it? Are you sure? I have seen his attitude towards our young master."

"It's more tolerant than you, sometimes I feel that he's spoiling the young master when I look at him." Ah Rou suddenly became serious again, "You should see for yourself when you're free."

Ah Rou didn't have the nerve to say, your young master may have done it, and only Xiang Fei is a man who can be pampered. If you have to change someone, no matter how great your family is, how beautiful you are, you can still kick you three meters away.

Wei Yingting fell into deep thought, obviously thinking about Ah Rou's words.

Maybe it's time to let go?

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Time flies sometimes, and it will be April in the Gregorian calendar in a blink of an eye. The weather has finally officially started to improve. Although there will be occasional cold days, it will not be as cold as before.

Tomb-sweeping day is also here.

I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but in Xiang Fei’s impression, every Tomb-sweeping Day is always rainy. It seems that this festival always carries some obscure symbols. Xiang Fei woke up early in the morning. He got up and leaned against the window, feeling a little Anxiously looking at the pattering rain outside the window, seeing the raindrops dripping on the window and slowly sliding down.

He dreamed about the day his father went out again.

It was also Ching Ming Festival that day, and it started to rain lightly early in the morning. When he went out to work, he specifically told himself to take an umbrella. Today he may have to work overtime again, and he may not be able to pick him up from school.

At that time, what did you say at that time?

In fact, it happened two years ago, but he was a little fuzzy.

He didn't seem to have said anything at the time, but he replied impatiently. After all, the relationship between their father and son was already bad at that time, and they hadn't sat down to say a word for almost half a year.

If he knew that it was the last time his father talked to him, Xiang Fei felt that he would never do that anyway.

It may be that the resentment towards his father in those years has made him unable to see many things clearly. Since he was a child, Xiang Fei was occasionally joked that he was a free-range child. His mother had to take care of other people's children, and his father had been invisible all year round.

His mother is a gold medal teacher in a key middle school. She leads the graduating class all the year round. She is dedicated to each student and often does not come back until late at night after making up lessons for the students. His father was originally a front-line special police officer, and he often lost contact with his family for no reason. What kind of confidential task, it would be nice to be able to go home once a month.

Although the family doesn't get together very often, Xiang Fei feels that he still has a family. His mother is unsmiling but very tolerant to him. His father will teach him boxing skills when he is fine. It is a bit different from other families, but it is not too big no the same.

Later, Xiang Fei's mother was hit by a car on the way back from remedial classes at night. Passers-by sent him to the hospital for rescue. He was only in the second grade of junior high school at the time, and he was so panicked that he crawled all the way to the hospital in the middle of the night. He could only stand helplessly outside the operating room. Kneeling.

The doctor took a lot of things and asked where his father was, and the emergency patients needed to sign. Xiang Fei tremblingly looked at the words "Critical Illness, First Aid, Bleeding" written on the paper, his back felt cold, and he finally stood up. The legs will be weak again.

He took out his mobile phone and wanted to call his father, but every time it was "the phone you dialed has been turned off."

Seeing that he couldn't get in touch with his family, the doctor anxiously asked him if there was anyone else who could get in touch. It was already very dangerous inside, and he had to sign for the operation as soon as possible.

But Xiang Fei couldn't find anyone, his parents were only children, his grandparents passed away early, and his grandparents were thousands of miles away, and his legs were inconvenient. On such a dark night, who else could he turn to?

Xiang Fei was a minor. He was only 15 years old at the time. Even if he failed, he still gritted his teeth and signed, begging the doctor to help him no matter what, and he would be responsible for any consequences.

In the end, the doctor relented and gave in, and walked in with the documents that Xiang Fei had signed but had no legal effect at all.

Xiang Fei will never forget that night. He kept calling his father outside the operating room.

He was still young at that time, and when he was most desperate, he really wanted to see his father, at least there was someone who could support him.

But when it was dawn, when the doctor shook his head and said sorry to him, when he saw his mother being pushed out covered in a white cloth, when the hit-and-run driver knelt down and kowtowed to him, he didn't wait for his father to show up.

With the help of his teacher and neighbors, he finished his mother's funeral by himself. He sat alone in the funeral parlor and watched his mother enter the incinerator, and then came back with an urn.

Everything is like a dream.

Seven days later, his father rushed back, his hair was half white, and he looked at Xiang Fei like a child who had done something wrong, his hands and feet were shaking.

Xiang Fei didn't say anything at that time, but looked up at him coldly, and said a word.

"roll."

From then on, he started to learn to smoke, drink and fight, to neglect his studies, and to rebel. Even if his father later volunteered to be transferred to the grassroots to accompany him in logistics, Xiang Fei felt his heart was cold.

Looking at the rain outside the window, Xiang Fei became more irritable. He got up and opened the drawer and took out the cigarette case inside. After lighting one, he remembered that he had quit smoking.

He didn't put the cigarette in his mouth, but let it burn between his fingers, watching the green smoke curl up, as if it could calm him down.

"Brother, I'm coming in!" Youyou's voice suddenly sounded outside the door, and the next second she opened the door by herself, and flew in happily like a lively bird.

"The big slob is up!"

Youyou was stunned as soon as she came in, the room was filled with smoke and choked, and her brother was sitting on the bed with a cold face and eyes lost, which was very strange to her.

"Brother?" Youyou looked at him timidly.

Xiang Fei recovered and saw her, quickly put out the cigarette in his hand, and said softly, "I'm sorry, Youyou."

Youyou glanced at him, turned around and ran out of Xiang Fei's bedroom without saying a word.

Xiang Fei smiled wryly, probably because he frightened her.

He stayed alone by the bed for a few more minutes, the door sounded again, and Youyou came in again, this time she looked happier than last time, she ran to Xiang Fei, holding a Unpacked lollipops.

"Brother, I'll give you this candy!~" Youyou stuffed the candy into his hand, "Our teacher said, even adults, it's better not to smoke, smoking is harmful to your health."

"Pangpang said that his brother would drink and smoke when he was in a bad mood, because that would make him happier."

Youyou took a careful look at Xiang Fei, and gently held Xiang Fei's hand: "If brother is unhappy, will eating candy make you feel better? When I fail the exam, eating candy will make me happy. "

"No smoking."

Xiang Fei felt the warmth of her little hands wrapping him, and looked down at the pink lollipop in his palm. The vacant hole in his heart seemed to be filled with cotton, soft and soft.

He smiled softly, raised his hand and touched Youyou's little head, "Brother will never smoke again, I promise."

Youyou observed his expression carefully, found that he was serious, he was greatly relieved, and said in a low voice: "Then you have to keep what you say, or I will tell uncle."

Xiang Fei patted the back of her head, got up and picked up Youyou and walked out. The two brothers and sisters were very happy looking at them.

"Wake up? Let's eat." Xiao Xia came out wearing an apron, holding a pot of eight-treasure porridge, and began to babble: "Today is Qingming, after dinner, I will take you to visit the grave of my sister and brother-in-law."

Standing in the warm living room, Xiang Fei listened to the sound of Youyou washing his hands, and saw Xiao Xia wipe the table and take a bowl to serve them rice, his eyes felt a little hot for some reason.

"Xiao Fei?" Xiao Xia nagged for a long time but no one responded, and looked over with some doubts.

Xiang Fei concealed his feelings, sat down at the table as before, pretending to be calm and said: "You are too long-winded, can't you talk less?"

Xiao Xia blinked, "Xiao Fei, have you ever cried?"

"Who is crying?" Xiang Fei looked at him with disgust, "Do you think I'm as soft as you? I haven't shed tears since primary school!"

Xiao Xia didn't say much, and handed over the good eight-treasure porridge, "It's okay, it's not a big deal to cry occasionally, don't worry about anything, uncle is here, and uncle will help you. "

Xiang Fei laughed silently while holding the hot porridge that night.

"As long as you can make a difference, I don't want your help." He said so, but his eyes were full of soft smiles.

Although he had already lost his parents, who would have thought that he would find his relatives in another world, maybe it was fate?

This time, he will never lose again.

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