The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

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Huo Yijun's nerves were swept away by the flames all over the sky, accompanied by a big piece of blood, staining his eyes red and making him unable to breathe.

Vaguely, someone covered his mouth and nose, whispered in his ear: "Yi'er, don't be afraid, it will be soon, soon..." The voice was very low and soft, as if the sky and earth were overwhelming in front of him. The scorching fire wave is not a beast that devours people, but the warm sun in spring.

But haunted by fear and fear, he couldn't listen at all.

He waved his hands, kicked his legs, struggling hard, and the person in his ear said again: "Yi'er, don't blame mom, mom is reluctant to leave you alone, your dad is already waiting for us below, Soon our family of three will be reunited."

After all, the hand covering his nose and mouth suddenly increased its strength.

The feeling of suffocation made him slowly give up struggling, his frightened eyes began to loosen, and suddenly what his father said last night appeared in his mind, "Yi'er, please obey your mother. Dad will take you to the water park on Saturday."

- bang bang bang!

"Wen Nian, Jun Qi!"

"Slam the door open quickly, Lao Huo's family is still inside!"

"Nanshan, you wet the bed again—"

It was just dawn, and the sharp roar broke the tranquility of the town, awakening the boy trapped in a nightmare.

The young man opened his eyes--

"Ouch! It hurts..."

"It's right to know it hurts. Did you drink secretly again last night?"

"No……"

"How dare you lie, if I don't beat you to death today, you bastard, I won't be you. Mom!"

"Mom, you can keep your voice down, so that people can hear your son, what am I going to do?"

"Heh! You have the guts to wet the bed, but are you afraid that others will find out?"

"Mom, dear mother, please stop talking..."

The sound of begging for mercy came to the young man's ears intermittently. He opened his eyes and looked at the gloomy room lazily.

The lights in the room were not turned on, the curtains were closed tightly, and the sound of the wind was blowing on the window sill, and there was a sound of 'bang bang bang'.He propped himself up and sat on the head of the bed, raising his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

The nightmare just now happened when he was six years old.

Huo Yijun lifted the quilt, got out of bed barefoot, walked to the desk in front of the window in the dark, and picked up the cigarettes and lighter on the table.

With a sound of '呲', a cluster of flames lit up in the dark room, and his dim face was reflected in the flickering light.

Holding a cigarette between his hands, he drew the curtains and opened the windows. The morning breeze could not wait to squeeze the fresh air into the dull room. on the diary.

It was early summer, and when the two seasons switched, there was still a chill in the air that hadn't faded away.

The cold air seeped into the soles of his feet through the cold floor, but he didn't care at all, he just smoked a cigarette deftly, squinting at the vibrant green plants outside the window and the rickety figure walking in the rain.

In his childhood memories, his parents were a very loving couple.

His father is handsome and stalwart, his wife is beautiful and gentle, and he has a lovely son.

What should have been an enviable family changed overnight. The gentle mother killed her father in her sleep, and then set fire to burn herself and her son.

But when he was unconscious, his mother suddenly regretted it.

She heard someone knocking on the door, endured the pain of being burned by the fire, and sent her son, who was still a little conscious, to the door, and then returned to the flames without hesitation.

This was his nightmare, a nightmare he couldn't get out of.

Thinking of this, he took a sharp puff of cigarette, the bitter smell of smoke filled his mouth, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and just at that moment, there was a "crack" sound from outside the door.He even collected his thoughts, extinguished the spark, and threw it out of the window sill, and then stood in front of the window, exhaling the smell of smoke on his body.

There were footsteps walking back and forth outside the door, and a moment later there was the sound of the door closing.After a while, I saw the familiar figure I saw just now walking in the drizzle holding a black umbrella.

Huo Yijun watched his grandfather go away from upstairs, then he drew the curtains, turned and opened the door.

Unlike the chicken and dog jumping next door, Jiang's house was quiet at this moment.

He walked to the living room, the living room was a little dark, only a large bouquet of white chrysanthemums stood out on the wooden table.

chrysanthemum……

Time flies so fast, 12 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

Putting away the thoughts in my heart, I stepped into the bathroom.The bathroom is very small, only about ten square meters.

He stood at the sink, turned on the faucet, and the rushing water poured down. He picked up the cold water and splashed it on his face. The cold water took away the cold sweat on his forehead, and gradually made his consciousness clearer. .

He pursed his lips, raised his head, and stared at the speckled mirror mounted on the wall.

It was a slightly youthful face, perhaps because of the nightmare all night, his complexion was not very good, and the eyelids were covered with a light blue circle.The water wetted the broken hair on his forehead, and the crystal drops of water flowed slowly along the tip of his forehead hair to his white cheeks, winding down.

He raised his hand to wipe off the water on his face, took out the toothbrush from the shelf, and thought about today's schedule while squeezing the toothpaste.

Today is Ching Ming Festival, the school is on holiday, and the stall can also be put aside. Then he will have nothing to do after paying homage to his mother and grandma. Go to Zhuqing Town next door to visit Mrs. Huo!

When you think of Mrs. Huo, you think of Ai Chunhua who lives next door to Mrs. Huo, and Ai Chunhua's mother...

He picked up the wash cup, took a sip of water, raised his head, and spat it out vigorously, as if he could spit out the depression in his heart along with the water in his mouth.

After washing up, he went back to his room and changed his clothes, then closed the diary and put it in an iron box, then locked it in the desk drawer.When he came out again, he saw grandpa walking in from the outside covered in moisture.

It was still early, and it was just getting light.

Grandpa stood at the door to collect the umbrella, and there was a basket by his feet. In the basket were incense candles, paper money and other items used for worship. Seeing his grandson getting up, he said, "It's hard to rest, why don't you sleep more?"

"I'm used to it, I'll wake up at this point." He said, stepped forward to take the basket, put the basket on the table in the living room, turned around and helped the old man to sit on the chair, and then went to the kitchen to bring a cup Pass the hot tea to the old man, and say, "Have a cup of tea to warm up your body. I'll go to Grandpa Chen's to buy breakfast."

Mr. Jiang nodded silently.

Huo Yijun walked to the door, took out an umbrella, opened the door and walked out.

Nanshan was brushing his teeth at the door with his shirt off. When he heard some movement next door, he stopped brushing his teeth. Regardless of the foam in his mouth, he put down his mouthwash cup and ran to the courtyard wall. On the damp wall, I poked my head out, just in time to see a slender young man opening an umbrella, he grinned and said, "Huo Yi-jun, do you still remember what you said last night?"

Huo Yijun paused while holding the umbrella, followed the prestige, and saw a black boy protruding from the wall on the left. The black boy had a short shaved head, thick eyebrows, big eyes and a high nose bridge, and a circle of white foam around his lips. It is especially eye-catching against the skin tone.

He withdrew his gaze and said lightly, "What did I say?"

Hei boy's name is Nan Shan, he is the one next door who wetted the bed just now, and he is also his brother who grew up together!

As soon as Nanshan heard this, he knew that Huo Yijun definitely didn't remember. He bared his teeth and clung to the wall with both hands, and with a step of his legs, he turned over the wall neatly. After landing smoothly, he stepped forward to grab Huo Yijun's hand Shoulder--

--Snapped!

Huo Yijun patted his hand away in disgust, took a few steps back, put the tip of his umbrella against his chest, frowned and said, "Speak up if you have something to say, don't move. Also, what did I say last night?"

"Nonsense!" Nanshan muttered in dissatisfaction, then leaned forward with a shy face, and said in a low voice: "That... Ai Chunhua is really your fiancee? I didn't say it, what age is this? Why? And dolls, dear?"

He said that he was filled with righteous indignation, but his face was full of schadenfreude, "That Ai Chunhua has no looks, her figure is like bean sprouts, I heard that she often hangs out with those little girls outside the school, no wonder you You have to keep it a secret, if it were me, I wouldn't be willing to admit this fiancée either."

Huo Yijun glanced at him, and said quietly: "Did you wet the bed again this morning?"

Nanshan's swarthy face instantly turned black and red.

He glared at Huo Yijun angrily, his mouth trembled a few times, but he still couldn't find a reason to refute, so he coughed lightly, changed the subject with fluttering eyes and said, "That... the cousin I told you about yesterday will be here today. , when the time comes, you will go to the station with me to pick up someone."

Huo Yijun looked at the emptiness on Nanshan's face, a smile flashed in his eyes, he said while holding an umbrella, "I won't go, today is Ching Ming Festival, I will go to the cemetery later, and I will go to Zhuqing in the afternoon town."

Hearing Huo Yijun mention Zhuqing Town, Nanshan also put away the expression on his face, and said, "That's fine, I'll introduce my cousin to you later."

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"Cousin Ji Yao, here!"

Ning Zhi was carrying a shoulder bag, dragged his suitcases and followed several passengers out of the station.

It was drizzling outside.

The slanting wind and drizzle drifted finely, hitting his face.

He refused the chauffeur driver, walked out of the crowded and chaotic exit, and came to the side of the road in the light rain. He saw a vendor on the other side of the road pushing a snack cart selling snacks. nose.

He stroked his shriveled stomach, and just as he was about to go there, he heard someone calling the name of the owner of his body.

Ning Zhi looked up, and saw a boy in a pink raincoat sitting on a little sheep waving at him diagonally across the road, and was about to walk over.The boy on the opposite side seemed to have sensed Ning Zhi's thoughts, and hurriedly said: "Brother, don't move, I'll go pick you up."

After that, he looked around and saw that there were fewer pedestrians on the road, so he quickly started the little sheep, slid, rushed to Ning Zhi, held the brake, stepped on the bracket, jumped down, and then bared his white teeth, He raised his fist and touched Ning Zhi's shoulder, and said with a smile: "Stinky boy, it's finally in my hands. If you dare to call me Xiao Heipi, let's see how I deal with you in the future."

Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, little Heipi."

Nanshan took the suitcase and was about to put it in the car. When he heard his words, his brows twitched, "I'm older than you, you want to call me brother, don't always be the same size."

"...You are just a day older than me."

Nan Shan put the suitcase away, turned around and handed Ning Zhi an umbrella, then put on his elder brother's pretensions, and said with a stern face, "You're still old even if you're older, if you don't accept rebuttals, hurry up and call brother to listen."

Ning Zhi was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked: "Are you still wetting the bed?"

Nanshan: "..." One or two, it's endless, right? !

The author has something to say: Occasional bed-wetting in adults belongs to the physiological refractory period, which is not considered a disease. If the bed-wetting is frequent, it is enuresis and needs to go to the hospital for treatment.

Nanshan here only wets the bed occasionally, which is far from the level of enuresis.