He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

Jun Changsi, whose wife died at the age of 65, suffered from schizophrenia—what he thought was schizophrenia.

[A blue tie today?silver!Silver looks good! ] Suddenly a voice shouted in his head.

Jun Changsi paused, put down the blue tie, picked up the silver tie and tied it in a beautiful knot: "It's fancy! Huh, where does it look good?" The old man in the mirror was tall and thin, in a black suit and a white shirt , silver tie, prim.

【Haha, I was just kidding you! 】The person in my mind laughed mischievously like a mouse eating honey.

Jun Changsi has long been used to his teasing and teasing from time to time, and carefully combed his gray hair back into a big back with a black wooden hard comb, so cool that he has no friends.

——This is his schizophrenia, although the guy in his mind who calls himself He Xichen always emphasizes that he is not a sub-personality, but just a confused wandering ghost.Ordinary people might be shocked if they hear this, but Mr. Jun Changsi is a scholarly family, with good roots and young red roots. He firmly follows the guidelines of the party and the country, and is never superstitious.

He Xichen expressed his admiration and suggested that he see a psychiatrist to cure schizophrenia.However, Jun Changsi had a weird temper, and after hearing what he said, he didn't go.

"Chang'an." Jun Changsi stubbornly called He Xichen by the name.

[Here, what's the matter? 】He Xichen would argue a few things at first, but later on, he just let it go.

Jun Changsi knocked on the door of his grandson's room, then washed rice and cooked porridge, and said, "Please take it easy when you sing from now on, it's all out of tune, I can't fall asleep after listening to it."

He Xichen was not happy anymore: 【Oh!I'm coaxing Yuan'er to sleep, why didn't you do anything and complain to me?Next time Yuan'er can't sleep, you can figure it out yourself! 】

"That's not the reason why you sing badly." Jun Changsi plugged in the rice cooker and laughed disapprovingly.

The two continued to quarrel, and Jun Zi'an had already brushed his teeth and washed his face before coming out of the room.A school uniform with white top and black bottom, cool cropped hair, and delicate features. At the age of 15, he was supposed to be full of spirits, but Jun Zi'an was calm and dissociated.

He glanced at Jun Changsi who was wiping his hands, lowered his eyes and called softly, "Grandpa."

"Yeah." Jun Changsi has always been serious, but he just patted his head lovingly and said, "Put on your shoes and buy your favorite lean meat bag."

Jun Zi'an was born on Yuan Ri, nicknamed Yuan'er. When he was five years old, he was diagnosed as a high-functioning autistic patient. After five years of treatment in the rehabilitation center, his parents gave birth to a second child.At that time, the old man lost his wife and had to cheer up to take care of Jun Zi'an. Coincidentally, He Xichen woke up in his body.

Today, it has been five years.One old, one young, one soul, living in a small apartment, with Jun Changsi's pension plus Jun Zi'an's parents' support, the little life is pretty good, even Jun Zi'an's condition has improved.

[Tired, I want to eat steamed stuffed buns. 】Untiring is Jun Changsi's watchword, He Xichen looked at the basket of white, fat and steaming buns through his eyes, and couldn't help saying, 【Let me have a taste later. 】

Jun Changsi laughed in his heart at his greediness, bought four steamed buns and brought Jun Zian back home quietly, the porridge in the rice cooker was already cooked.

[It's worth it, I'll eat it for you. 】Jun Changsi seems to have a three-point dislike and a twelve-point pampering towards this foreign soul body. Although he is not forgiving, he hardly refuses He Xichen's request.

He Xichen only felt a trance, and the illusion that his soul body was light, empty, and unable to step on the ground suddenly reappeared, and he dominated the control of his body, with blue veins on the back of his dry, wrinkled hands, moving as he wanted.He Xichen took out a plain bowl of porridge from the disinfection cabinet without any trace, and asked, "Yuan'er, do you want it thicker or thinner?"

Jun Zian, who was eating the bun, raised his head, and looked hesitantly at the back in the kitchen: "Master?" The child's emotion recognition ability is not high, but it is strange and easy to distinguish between the two of them.

"Oh, do you know I'm the young master?" He Xichen turned his head and grinned against Jun Changsi's serious old face, and took a bite of the steamed stuffed bun, but showed a hint of kindness, "Hurry up and eat, and I'll send you to school after eating." .”

Jun Zi'an let out a "hmm", lowered his eyelids, raised his eyes again and asked slowly, "Young master is going to hold a parent-teacher meeting for You Ziruo?"

[Did you not ask me just now?Instead, come to ask you?Tsk! ] Jun Changsi muttered unhappily.

He Xichen snickered inwardly, and said, "Your Aunt You Shuyou is on a business trip, and there is no one at home, so you are tireless—your grandpa, please help me." He drank a bowl of porridge slowly. The old man is weak, so he didn't dare to mess around Even Jun Changsi couldn't stand the tossing and meticulous appearance.

The quartz watch on the wall reached 07:30, He Xichen stepped on the pink little sheep motorcycle, and the back seat carried the children gently through the vegetable market and the park. The avenue in front of the school gate was full of kapok trees. The leaves fall off, and the red kapoks bloom.

Jun Zi'an hugged the old man's waist tightly, and leaned against his back with his thin face, listening to He Xichen's rambling about the mountains.

"Yuan'er, tell me honestly, does my singing sound bad?" He was obviously worried about Jun Changsi's evaluation.

Jun Zi'an pursed his lips: "It's ugly."

When He Xichen heard Jun Changsi's cold ridicule, he couldn't help but put on an ugly look: "Actually, the young master sings very well. You can add a few sentences to any Jiangnan ditties or Mobei songs. It's a pity that there is no booth." Get a good throat—listen to your grandpa's broken gong voice, what good songs can you sing?"

He plausibly blamed the pot, Jun Changsi snorted coldly with disdain, but the corner of the child's mouth could not help but bend a slight arc: "Grandpa is very good."

When Jun Zi'an was ten years old, he still had trouble speaking. Fortunately, he had two good grandpas.Jun Changsi is not a talkative person, so he can only labor He Xichen over and over again, tirelessly bringing voices to this child's lonely world.As far as Jun Zi'an is concerned, Jun Changsi is a warrior who is still surmounting thorns and thorns after many injuries; while He Xichen is a black dragon sleeping on a pile of gems, a great dragon that kings, princes and knights fear.

But the singing is still not good.

"...Yuan'er, we can't bow our heads in front of the powerful, we must have the courage to challenge the authority!" the great dragon He Xichen said bitterly.

The junior high school is only two streets away from the apartment building. Not far away, He Xichen stood at the school gate and waved to Jun Zian, who turned his head three times a step. He didn't ride the little sheep until he was out of sight, and drove to the high school.

The school gates of the high school and junior high were one south and one north. He Xichen walked through the school crowd, parked the little sheep among the BMWs and Mercedes-Benz, straightened his suit, and asked Jun Changsi: [Are you coming or me? 】

Jun Changsi yawned: [I couldn't sleep because of your noise last night, and I'm a little sleepy now, what can the parents say?Don't you know the virtues of your own children?You come. 】

Jun Zi'an's generation is all "Zi" generation, Zi'an, Ziru, Zizai... Just looking at the name, you can tell that You Ziruo has a lot of connections with their family.The older generation used to herd cattle and mow grass together in the village, and You Ziruo was born, so he asked Jun Changsi, a cultural person, to name him.Later, the You family moved to the county seat, and the relationship between the two families gradually became estranged.If it wasn't for Jun Zi'an, Jun Changsi might have died of old age in the countryside.Five years ago, he was looking for an apartment online while wearing reading glasses and carrying a large sum of money. By accident, he became opposite to You's family again.It's not wrong to say that it's his own child, when that boy You Ziruo failed the exam, he would always run to Jun's house to avoid the limelight.

In the middle of the fountain in the school stood a statue of a white goddess, with her skirt falling into the water, holding a scroll in her hand, bowing her eyebrows and nodding her head, her posture was quiet and elegant.Sitting next to the fountain was a fair-skinned and handsome high school student with blond hair and blue eyes. He held a report card in his hand and dangled his feet boredly. He looked like a pampered little prince.

The little prince had a sad face, as if he had encountered some difficulty.People coming and going couldn't help casting their attention, but they saw the little prince's eyes lit up, and he ran towards the school gate, howling as he ran, "Old man, why are you here?" Very authentic hometown accent, no Too many plays.

He Xichen rumpled his golden hair angrily, and also said in pure native dialect: "Isn't the parent meeting at 08:30? I'm still early!"

You Ziruo plucked his hair twice, and said with a silly smile, "Then I'm waiting for you." This kid is completely different from the taciturn Jun Zi'an, who is not shy at all, "Hey! handsome!"

"Don't do this to me! Tell me, did you fail the exam again?" He Xichen was not fooled by his flattery, "The last time your dad asked me to drink, he complained a lot to me."

You Ziruo and the two brothers put their arms around He Xichen's shoulders as if, sneakily stuffed the report card into their pockets: "What's wrong? You've made progress!"

"Oh?" He Xichen looked up at him suspiciously.The child grows up fast. He was half a head shorter than him two years ago, but he is already taller this year.

"That's right!" You Ziruo slapped his chest loudly, "Just wait for the teacher to praise you!"

"Grandpa You, look at Ziruo's report card. Other subjects are okay, but English is the only one that failed." The head teacher said to He Xichen earnestly, "Also, his handwriting is not good-looking. I hope Grandpa You can cooperate. For the work of the school, please urge Ziruo students to practice in this area."

The eldest of the You family married a Ukrainian foreign daughter-in-law, but it seemed that her genetics were all added to her stature, so she ignored the English one.In any case, he is half of foreign descent, and his English is even more bumpy than a third-grade elementary school student.

He Xichen could only nod his head, glanced at You Ziruo, who was begging for mercy, and smiled through the window.

[Tired, wait for you to come? 】

[Well, Changan, you are so easy to talk, I'll come. 】Jun Changsi held back deep anger in his words.

He Xichen silently prayed for You Ziruo, with a smile on his face, and bid farewell to the head teacher politely, before taking two steps, someone bumped his arm.

"I'm sorry." The red-haired girl's indifferent face was full of impatience, but she forced herself to stop and asked, "Are you okay?"

He Xichen glanced at her hair, shook his head gently and said, "It's fine."

The high school had a half-day off after the parent meeting. The little sheep was driving slowly on the tree-lined road. The driver, You Ziruo, listened to Jun Changsi's lesson with drooping eyebrows, muttering in his heart that the old man was really unpredictable, and he was kind-hearted and indifferent at the same time. Ruthless, more changeable than his old mother.

"I don't insist on English. If you can't learn it, you can't learn it. But your characters—" Jun Changsi in the back seat had a low voice and didn't continue to speak, but You Ziruo shuddered.

"It seems that the hard-tipped pen calligraphy I taught you is all in vain." Of course, the brush calligraphy taught by He Xichen must be added.

Basically, whatever Jun Zian learns, both of them will teach You Ziruo.But in the past five years, You Ziruo's height has gradually grown upwards like bamboo joints. When writing, you should stand and sit, and you should sit and lie down. It is so ugly that the two old men want to poke their eyes.Thinking of this, He Xichen and Jun Changsi sighed deeply at the same time.

You Ziruo is very sensible, and honestly nods to admit his mistake.

Jun Changsi didn't need him to admit his mistake.In fact, You Ziruo didn't do anything wrong, he didn't practice calligraphy less, and if he doesn't look good, he doesn't look good.What else?But Jun Changsi sometimes worries, if Jun Zi'an can distribute three points of spiritual energy—no, one point is fine—if Jun Zi'an can distribute one portion of spiritual energy to You Ziruo, You Ziruo's writing won't be so bad Like mud, it can't support the wall.

【Haha, don't be tired, don't be angry.This bastard is heartless, as long as he lives happily, you might as well drink a few more cups of tea. 】He Xichen persuaded.

[I just can't figure it out, the two of us joined forces and failed to teach him well, really, really——] Jun Changsi had a lot of words in his mind, and finally said, "Oh, let him go. 】

Jun Changsi was very discouraged, and said in a cold voice: "Forget it, just write your own name."

You Ziruo immediately knew that he had escaped, and the corners of his eyes and brows brightened, but he still didn't dare to be too happy, and said aggrievedly, "I'm hungry."

Jun Changsi choked in his throat, and asked in a deep voice, "Did you have breakfast?"

"I drank a cup of soy milk." You Ziruo's voice was like a mosquito, but he didn't dare to speak out.

The old man clicked his tongue in displeasure, which made You Ziruo terrified: "There is a dumpling shop at the next intersection, stop there."

"Okay!" He suddenly revealed his original shape and called out in a strange voice.

Everything at the parents' meeting was naturally reflected by Jun Changsi to You Ziruo's parents. When the mixed doubles came, he was cooking. Halfway through the cooking, he found that there was no salt, so he had to put out the fire, put on his shoes and go out to buy salt.

You Ziruo, who was at the opposite door, was crying so loudly, there were not a few tears in sight, but the sound was still very bluffing, but he almost didn't invite the landlord.This little trick has been played since childhood, and it has been tried and tested repeatedly. Jun Changsi shook his head helplessly and smiled wryly.

[It seems to be raining outside, don't tire, bring an umbrella. ] He Xichen reminded.

[Okay, I have to be quick, Yuan'er will be home soon. 】Jun Changsi responded.