The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

In the middle of the night, a mist gradually formed in the mountains.

As the night got darker, the fog became thicker and thicker, spreading to the entire mountain range, burying the scenery in the mountain.A gust of mountain wind whizzed in, with the sound of hunting, and also blew away the faint sound in the dark night.

Zhuang Feizhou could not sleep after listening to the movement for most of the night.

He maintains his status as an elder and wants to lead by example, but his nephew and niece-in-law are more open than he thought.But he didn't think that this was Zhuang Yijun's jealousy and intentional movement.

He deeply regretted staying to take care of the two of them.As far as his nephew's action in the afternoon, he didn't need to show it at all.

"Ah Zhou, let's go to the top of the mountain to watch the sunrise."

In the darkness, Fang Chun's suppressed voice came.

Zhuang Feizhou was silent for a moment, then said hoarsely, "Okay."

The two left as soon as they said they would.

With the faint lights on, the two of them tried to keep their movements as quiet as possible, packed up their tents and luggage, and slowly disappeared into the misty mountains and forests.

The sun is rising and the fog is thinning.

The light completely breaks free from the shackles of the clouds, and shines brightly on the earth, and the entwined mist gradually fades away under the dispersal of the light.The little bird fluttered its wings and flew over the top of the tent, and the temple not far ahead was blowing green smoke. Everything was so quiet and peaceful.

Zhuang Yijun walked out of the tent with a basin in his hand, glanced secretly at the traces left by the next door, slightly raised the corners of his lips, happily walked to the side of the stream, took out his mobile phone to call the store at the foot of the mountain, and then squatted down by the side of the stream Brush your teeth and wash your face.

When Ning Zhi got up, it was already high in the sun.

After washing up, he ate the breakfast that Zhuang Yijun asked someone to deliver, and prepared to go to the top of the mountain with the drawing board on his back.

He discussed with Zhuang Yijun to stay one more day and go down the mountain tomorrow.Originally, he wanted to go down the mountain after spending the night in the open, but Mr. Zhuang Yi was too considerate in serving him. Apart from the inconvenient washing, he was impeccable in other aspects.

Being able to be alone with his lover, Zhuang Yijun has no reason not to agree.

Near the top of the mountain, tourists gradually increased.

Ning Zhi ran into Zhuang Feizhou who was painting on the top of the mountain, nothing unexpected happened, he heard the movement of camping next door in the middle of the night.

He glanced at Fang Chun, whose brows and eyes were full of spring, and glanced at Zhuang Yijun, who looked worried.This guy is as narrow-minded as a needle point. In the middle of the night, people are deliberately startled so that they cannot sleep, and they are forced to find a place to solve it all night.

Ning Zhi went over to say hello to Zhuang Feizhou, and gave Zhuang Feizhou the gentleman bamboo from yesterday.

Zhuang Feizhou is well-known in the oil painting circle. The outside world only knows that he is good at realistic landscape oil paintings, but they don't know that he is also very good at figure oil paintings, especially the oil paintings of his predecessors.

He pointed out Ning Zhi's shortcomings, and taught him a few techniques.Ning Zhi realized something, and immediately brought Zhuang Yijun back to the mountainside.

Before leaving, he asked Zhuang Feizhou when he would return to the city.

Zhuang Feizhou said that he would stay here for a while to prepare for the art exhibition at the end of the year.

Ning Zhi stayed in the ancient town for five days.

The first two days were looking for excitement in the mountains, and the last three days were relaxing and wandering around the ancient town with Zhuang Yijun. The relationship between the two had a breakthrough. After returning to the urban area, it can already be described as gluey.

Rather than tossing about, Zhuang Yijun's happiness is bubbling every day.

Until Ning Zhi found Wen Jin's previous paintings from the lounge of the gallery——

Ning Zhi has been a bit annoyed by Zhuang Yijun lately, with three to five phone calls a day, countless messages, and after he came back from get off work, he would play games with him.The degree of stickiness is comparable to that of chewing gum sticking to clothes, and it cannot be peeled off.

He looked at these paintings, from young to middle-aged, what thoughts flashed in his mind.

"Xiaoyi, how many worlds does Yi Jun have to experience?"

Xiaoyi has been holding back these days to the point of being autistic.

Ning Zhi is different from Mu Qing, when it lived in Mu Qing's Sea of ​​Consciousness, it held the initiative, although Mu Qing didn't like it to speak outside, but it could use Mu Qing's eyes to see the outside world, even if it spoke, Mu Qing Qing didn't fold it either.

But living in Ningzhi's sea of ​​consciousness, it is like a poor little fellow living under the fence, not to mention flattering Ningzhi, even its five senses are sealed.

It excitedly said: [This is the last world of Yijun Shenzun. 】

"No wonder Siming God arranged for you to come here. It turns out that it's about to end."

Xiao Yi's excited heart turned cold, hearing the tone of the little god, it was the rhythm of wanting to go back and settle accounts.

It watched Ning Zhi walk into the studio through Ning Zhi's eyes, and explained, "Little God, don't hate my master. If my master really wants to destroy you, he won't let you change his words." The plot in this book allows you to spend the first few worlds safely. 】

Ning Zhi paused and said with a sneer, "Then I have to thank him?"

Xiaoyi suddenly felt that closing the five senses is actually quite good.

"Don't worry, I won't settle accounts with you, at most I will go to your master for tea."

【…】 It is even more worried, 【Little God Venerable, my master is just playing around. After all, the experience of Yijun God Venerable is like playing, and the master is not easy to explain to Heaven. 】

"It's not easy for him to explain to Tiandao, but it's easy to explain to me?"

[But the master didn't do anything. 】Xiaoyi couldn't help feeling aggrieved and said: 【Qingqing not only failed to conquer Yijun Shenzun, but also fell in love with your body because of the plot I gave, I am also very wronged. 】

"That's because Mu Qing has a firm heart. If you change to someone who is greedy, you can try."

Xiaoyi didn't dare to speak anymore. If Muqing became greedy because of its existence, and thought highly of himself, thereby destroying the relationship between Ningzhi and Yijun Shenzun, and because of Ningzhi's pin-tip-like mind, it might be all No life to go back to see the master alive.

It consciously closed its five senses, thinking about how to remind its master to run away when Ning Zhi left the world in the book.

Ning Zhi noticed that Xiao Yi was hidden, and showed a thoughtful expression.

The protagonist Si Mingshen set up by himself, he has a clearer mind than Shu Ling, and he must have guessed the result, so why does he still do this?Moreover, Siming God is notorious for his staid and stubborn personality. He only listens to the will of heaven, and he doesn't buy into the typical ones.

Before the mirror of reincarnation disappeared, all the gods in the lower realms of the God Realm were dominated by his bloody plot, and they tried to bribe him to modify the plot, but he didn't move.

Such a person, not only let him enter the book world, but also only sent the book spirit to go through the scene in the last world, which does not fit the character of the other party.Unless... there is a picture.

But what to draw, Ning Zhi couldn't think of it for the time being.

After all, he would have the answer when he went back, so he didn't think about it anymore, picked up the drawing board and started drawing.

Zhuang Yijun drove to the gallery.

Tomorrow Saturday, he plans to take his lover to the resort for two days.

He came to the studio familiarly, and the studio was brightly lit. He walked behind his lover with soft eyebrows and eyes, and stretched out his arms to hug the lover who was serious about painting. When his gentle eyes touched the scene in the painting, his eyes sharpened.

But see the picture is an office.

The decoration of the office is bright and simple. A man in a suit is sitting in front of the sofa. A tea set is placed in front of the sofa. The mist of water rises and curls in the air, blurring the man's face and making it difficult to see clearly.

Where did this little fairy come from?

Zhuang Yijun concealed the cruelty in his eyes, and said softly, "Jin'er, this is?"

Ning Zhi didn't answer, he used a paintbrush to complete the last stroke, and wrote three words on the lower right - Han Yijun.

Han Yijun was the identity Yijun used when the two first met.

A man with a more scheming heart than Zhuang Yijun, and an extremely dark belly.

Recalling the past, he thought his memory was blurred, but he couldn't remember it, so he smiled.

However, this smile distorted Zhuang Yijun's jealous face. He suppressed the urge to question, did not look at the painting, and deliberately softened his voice, "Jin'er, it's time to go home."

The whisper in his ear interrupted Ning Zhi's thoughts, he put down his pen, turned his head to look at the man with an expressionless expression in front of him, and said with a smile: "How do you think this painting of mine compares to the previous one?"

"good."

"Okay?" Ning Zhi pushed Zhuang Yijun away, changed his clothes and went home with Zhuang Yijun.

At night, Zhuang Yijun wanted to play a game, Ning Zhi waved Zhuang Yijun's hand away, and said with a sneer, "My painting is just okay?"

"...It's great." Zhuang Yijun said aggrievedly.

Ning Zhi rubbed his head, "That's good, I don't want to move today, you sit up by yourself."

Zhuang Yijun discovered that this was just the beginning.

The next day he went to the studio to pick up his lover, and his lover's painting was changed again. Compared with the blurred man yesterday, today's is a boy, who is even more beautiful than his lover's junior, with red lips and white teeth, exquisite as if not real person.

He glanced at it, then retracted his gaze, and said suppressedly, "This is your junior?"

Ning Zhi shook his head, and signed Shen Yijun in the lower right corner of the painting.

He wanted to draw the appearance of Yijun XIII, and his inspiration came from the paintings that Wen Jin had painted for Zhuang Feizhou.

Yi Jun has paid a lot for him, he wants to wait for the end of this world, and give these paintings drawn by himself as a dowry gift to the other party, wondering if the other party will like this dowry gift.

Yi Jun didn't know that these paintings were intended to be given to him by his lover.

He didn't have those memories, he just felt that his heart was almost drowned by vinegar.He doesn't look at it, doesn't look like it, pretends that he doesn't care, and continues to be sweet with his lover.

But this situation lasted for thirteen days.

For thirteen days, every day, there will be another man with outstanding appearance, men in various modern clothes, men with different status in ancient times, and two men with fairy tales as the background.

The first six paintings all have names taboo, but the last seven only have surnames.He had someone look up the six names, but none of them matched the man in the painting.

He was holding back so much that he wanted to ask his lover several times, but every time his lover changed the subject.

Until No.14, when he got off work and came to the studio, his familiar face appeared in the painting. He looked at the person in the painting in astonishment. The background was the lounge next door. His legs were crossed and his hands rested on his knees On the ground, a pair of eyes stared sullenly at something.

He suddenly remembered that this was the first time Wen Jin had a stomach attack in front of him. He couldn't bear it for a while and sent him to the door of the lounge. A portrait of Zhuang Feizhou.

At that time, an unknown fire rose in his heart, but he didn't know where the fire came from, and then he was fascinated by seeing Wen Jin who was sleeping sweetly.

So, what did he look like at the time?

Ning Zhi signed Zhuang Yijun at the signature place.

Then she turned her head with a slight smile and asked Zhuang Yijun, "How is the painting today?"

Zhuang Yijun subconsciously said, "It's very good."

As he said that, he turned around from his memory, stretched his arms around his lover, and said softly: "Jin'er, why did you think of drawing this today?"

"You will understand later." Ning Zhi put away the paintings and asked Xiao Yi, 【Can these paintings be taken away? 】

[It stands to reason that nothing can be taken away from the world in the book. ] Xiaoyi on the background board tentatively said: 【If I help you take these away, can you not find my master? 】

[You are quite thinking about your master, okay, as long as Yijun and I can escape from the book world, I won't look for him. 】But if Siming God took the initiative to come to him, it wouldn't mean that he didn't mean what he said.

Xiao Yi excitedly said: [Then I will help you put away the painting. 】

When Ning Zhi was talking to Xiao Yi, Zhuang Yijun thought over Ning Zhi's words over and over in his mind.

What do you mean you will understand later?

According to the appearance and name of the person in the painting, he troubled people a lot, but there are no such people in the world. He guessed whether it was made up by his lover, but they have names and surnames, and...

The ones with names all brought you with them.

This incident seems to be just an episode.

Zhuang Yijun's heart-wrenching incident never happened again after that day.

At the end of the year, news of Zhuang Feizhou's art exhibition came. Ning Zhi took out Wen Jin's old paintings and handed them to Zhuang Feizhou, saying: "I used to be ignorant, but I liked my uncle. Later, I married Yijun and gradually developed feelings for him. I realized that my liking for you was just an object of fantasy at the beginning of my love affair. When I thought about it, I realized that Yijun was what I wanted. Originally, I wanted to destroy these paintings, but when I think about it, I have been chasing after you for so many years. , If it’s just ruined like this, you don’t know anything, and you’re a little bit unwilling, so I’ll leave it to you, and you can deal with it as you like.”

Zhuang Yijun, who followed secretly, heard what his lover said, and the uneasiness lingering in his heart finally disappeared.

When the family was having dinner at night, he rarely showed a smiling face to Zhuang Feizhou, and pretended to say: "Uncle, I heard that you are going to hold an art exhibition. Have you found the venue? If not, I have a good place here. You can I will borrow it from you."

Ning Zhi stepped on Zhuang Yijun's foot, "Eat your meal."

Enduring the pain in his feet, Zhuang Yijun said calmly, "Okay, daughter-in-law."

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Zhuang Yijun never went to the hospital to apply for IVF.

The old man urged this matter at the beginning, but after a long time, Zhuang Yijun's wings hardened, so he confessed to the old man, saying that he didn't like children and only wanted to live in a world of two.

The old man didn't say anything, and went to find Ning Zhi in private.

Before Ning Zhi could open his mouth, Zhuang Yijun who got the news hurried over and said with a grim expression, "Grandpa, do you have to force me to tell the truth?"

The old man was a little confused, "The old man just wants a great-grandson, why is he forcing you?"

Zhuang Yijun took out the case with a face of humiliation, and led Ning Zhi out of the old man's study without saying a word.

Back in the room, Ning Zhi asked Zhuang Yijun, "What did you show grandpa?"

"No……"

"to be frank."

Zhuang Yijun took out an agreement silently, "You sign this, and I will tell you."

Ning Zhi glanced at him, took the agreement, and entered the four characters of marriage agreement.

([-]): Party A and Party B shall not divorce for any reason. In case of divorce, the divorced party will leave the house and pay [-] million alimony to the divorced party every month.

([-]): During the duration of the marriage, Party A and Party B shall not refuse to live with each other for any reason. (Remove the physical factor.)

……

Ning Zhi focused on the first two, raised his head, and looked at the calm Zhuang Yijun with a half-smile, "Is this an agreement or a contract of sale?"

Zhuang Yijun coughed lightly, stroked his well-groomed beard, and said guiltily, "When I told you before, you didn't refuse."

"My default is the first one, what the hell is the second one?"

"You rejected me for half a month last time..." Zhuang Yijun talked about this, and remembered the paintings drawn by his lover during that time. He still has no idea who those people are. Uncle ran, it stands to reason that he should have no chance to meet these people.

He thinks that these should be made up by Jin'er, but the fiction is too real, but he has heard that some art lovers are obsessed with painting, because the people they draw are so perfect that they even fall in love with the people they draw.

Jin'er was indifferent to him during that time, so he had to be vigilant and take precautions.

Ning Zhi signed his name with two swish swishes, which made Zhuang Yijun feel insecure before, probably because of this.Before submitting the agreement, he asked, "You don't regret it?"

Zhuang Yijun directly took away the agreement, "I don't regret it." He didn't regret it even if he was killed.

Zhuang Yijun hid the agreement in his arms like a baby, and said: "Jin'er, there is a contract to travel once a month. Look, it's the end of the year, and there is nothing wrong with my company. Would you like to choose a place?" , shall we go camping?"

Ning Zhi said coolly, "Should we go camping or seek excitement?"

Zhuang Yijun is a person who has experienced big things, this small talk can't affect him at all, he leaned into his lover's ear, and whispered: "I ordered a few sets of clothes online, including a leopard print one, let's go on a trip , shall I wear it for you to see?"

"We're not in a hurry. You haven't told me what case you showed grandpa."

Zhuang Yijun coughed several times before he whispered, "The doctor diagnosed me as innately infertile."

Ning Zhi: "..."

——The end of the small world.