The hero ran away with the scum [Quick Transmigration]

Night, thick as black ink, too deep to melt.

After Huo Yijun took a shower, he simply treated the injuries on his body, and then lay down on the bed. He fell asleep on the bed.

In the dream, there was still a suffocating fire. In the flames, his mother covered his nose and mouth, and said softly: "Yi'er, don't be afraid, our family will be reunited soon."

In the dream, Huo Yijun was struggling, and Huo Yijun, who was lying on the bed, was also struggling non-stop, trying to escape from this painful dream.

But the more you want to escape, the more you can't break free.

In this silent night, a string of flute sounds suddenly sounded. The clear and penetrating flute sound penetrated through the gap of the wooden window and penetrated into Huo Yijun's dream little by little.

The flames all over the sky and his mother's voice were getting farther and farther away from him, and the picture changed in vain. He came to a bamboo forest, and vaguely heard the sound of a flute coming from the depths of the bamboo forest.

The bamboo forest swayed by the wind, rolling up a bamboo wave.It's like a natural backup dancer, dancing to the sound.

He wanted to find the flute player, but he didn't want the sound of the flute to stop abruptly at this time——

"The Nanshan family, let your Nanshan family stop crying and howling in the middle of the night, it's scary!"

"Why are you arguing, you have too many things to do, even mahjong can't stop your mouth."

Mother Nan got up from the bed, opened the window, and responded to the past with a louder voice.

When Nan's mother opened her mouth, the people on the other side immediately died down.

She snorted, closed the window, turned around and went to the second floor, raised her hand and knocked on the door, and said, "Little darling, are you asleep?"

Ning Zhi, who was scolded like a 'crying ghost and a wolf howling', put away his flute and lay on the bed with a black face. Just about to fall asleep, Nan's mother knocked on the door again.

He picked up his coat and put it on, and went down to the attic. When he opened the door, he saw Nan's mother was troubled, and he called out obediently, "Auntie."

"Hey, little boy, from now on... if you want to play the flute in the future, you can play it during the day, but playing it at night will easily disturb people's sleep."

Ning Zhi nodded, said 'OK', and then sent Nan's mother back to her room before returning to her room to sleep.

In fact, what he is playing is a lullaby, which can help people sleep more peacefully. Even people who have not slept can also have a hypnotic effect.But there are always a few night owls, such as the person who said just now that he played like "Ghost Cry and Wolf Howl", the sound came from the opposite side, and occasionally there was a sound like "Twenty Thousand, Fifty Thousand" and so on. It's playing mahjong.

This kind of person who plays mahjong all night is in high spirits. Isn't the lullaby scary to him?

Ning Zhi sighed lightly, hoping that Huo Yijun could sleep peacefully tonight.

……

Huo Yijun slept until dawn, if Nanshan hadn't come to call him, he would have been late for school.

He cooked breakfast for his grandfather and warmed it on the coal stove. He didn't have time to take care of himself, so he packed his schoolbag and rushed to the station with Nanshan.

While waiting for the car, Nanshan said, "Huo Yijun, did you hear someone playing the flute last night?"

"Not Xiao."

"what?"

Huo Yijun pursed his lips and said, "It's the flute."

Nanshan scratched the back of his head in confusion, "Don't Xiao look the same as Dizi, but you heard it too, my mother and cousin said I was dreaming."

Speaking of dreams, Huo Yijun remembered that after the sound of the flute ended last night, he slept until dawn without dreams. This was the first time since his parents passed away that he woke up naturally after sleeping. This feeling...is really good.I just don't know if it has something to do with the sound of the flute.

If so, he hopes to listen to it again tonight.

Because of this incident, Huo Yijun spent the whole day thinking about going home to find the flute player.

After school, he ran into Ai Chunhua at the school gate.

Ai Chunhua was walking with a few girls with yellow hair, and when she saw him, she quickly called to him, "Huo Yijun, did you go to see Grandma Huo yesterday?"

As she said that, she greeted her friend, caught up with Huo Yijun, and said, "Did Grandma Huo hit you again yesterday? I went to the countryside for the Qingming Festival yesterday, and I wasn't at home. In the future, you will give Grandma Huo living expenses. Come to me, and I'll help you get there."

Ai Chunhua has dyed yellow hair, smoky makeup, and a tight skirt, her mouth is black and blue from the cold.It's so cold, I don't want to wear more pants.

In the past, Huo Yijun would say a few words every time he saw her, but Ai Chunhua retorted that it was fashionable, and scolded Huo Yijun for not knowing how to appreciate it.

Except for the unsatisfactory appearance, Ai Chunhua treats him very well.

Because Ai Chunhua's mother and Huo Yijun's mother are best friends, her mother has taken care of Huo Yijun a lot these years, and under the influence of Ai's mother, Ai Chunhua has always regarded him as an older brother, and he is one of the few relatives in Huo Yijun's heart.

But that was when he didn't know the truth.

Thinking of treating Ai's mother as a relative all these years, resentment and anger rose uncontrollably in his heart.

"Huo Yijun, why do you look so ugly? Are you feeling unwell?" Ai Chunhua stepped forward worriedly, blocked Huo Yijun's way, and raised her hand to touch his forehead.

Snapped--

Huo Yijun opened her hand, looked coldly into Ai Chunhua's astonished eyes, suddenly laughed, and said, "Stay away from me in the future."

"you--"

"Go away!"

Huo Yijun pushed Ai Chunhua away, and left without looking back.

He was afraid that if he stayed any longer, he would turn his hatred on Ai Chunhua, although Ai Chunhua's existence was not innocent.

It took Ai Chunhua a long time to react, she turned around, glared at Huo Yijun's back angrily, gritted her teeth and shouted: "Huo Yijun, you are so sick!"

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"Auntie, I'm going to the bookstore to buy some review materials." Ning Zhi changed her clothes and went downstairs, saying hello to Nan's mother who was cooking in the kitchen.

"Then remember to come back early for dinner."

"understood."

It was raining lightly outside, Ning Zhi held an umbrella, followed the memory of last night, walked out of the alley, and came to the streets of the town.

There were few people on the street, and there were not many customers in all the shops except the salesperson. He walked into a bookstore, picked out a few materials at random, paid the money and walked out of the bookstore.

The rain was heavier than before going out, and the wind blew and fell on his face.

Holding an aqua-blue oil-paper umbrella, he stepped across the small flowing water bridge paved with bluestone slabs, crossed the narrow river course with flying green willows, and walked slowly in the haze of mist and rain, just like a handsome young man in an ink painting.

The beautiful boy came to the alley entrance of the alley. The buildings here are densely intertwined, forming dozens of intricate alleys. People who are not familiar with them will easily lose their sense of direction when walking into them, such as Ningzhi...

Unknowingly, he walked into a desolate deep alley.

The alleyway is very narrow, allowing only one person to pass through. Mottled moss is covered on the sloping earthen wall, and there are old sundries and rubble bricks piled up under the wall.The weeds protruding from the corner of the wall added a bit of desolation to the place.

But there was no tension on his face. Instead, he stepped on the thin water layer on the bluestone slab in the alley and continued to walk until there was a figure in front of him.

Ning Zhi raised his eyebrows, stopped three meters away from the figure, and stared at the boy who was crouching under the crumbling eaves to hide from the rain.

The boy was wearing a school uniform, with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, revealing half of his arms, and he could vaguely see the bristling hairs on his arms.He didn't seem to notice the person coming, but quietly buried his wet head between his knees, letting the rain fall on his thin clothes, looking pitiful.

His eyes flashed, and he stepped forward and asked, "Do you need help?"

"Get lost!" the boy said without raising his head.

His voice was dull and hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper, and there was a slight choke in his voice.

Ning Zhi frowned, then slowly relaxed it, took two steps back without changing his face, curled his lips and said softly: "Okay."

The author has something to say: I feel uncomfortable. I have been throwing up for a day, and today it is so much. When I feel better, I will add a little more.