He and Slag Gong Bai Yueguang [Transmigration Book]

"Chu Yi!"

A familiar voice came into Xiao Chuyi's ears.

He leaned against the wall and barely stabilized his figure, raised his head in confusion, trying to see the speaker clearly.

However, the rain fell from the sky, and the sparse raindrops covered his blurred vision, and he couldn't see anything clearly.

The pain on the side of the waist became more and more clear, but correspondingly, the consciousness gradually became blurred.

Xiao Chuyi's hands were weak, and he couldn't even hold the phone steadily. It slipped from his palm and fell to the ground with the rain.

But he didn't notice it at all, only left in a daze, and some chaotic memories slowly seeped out from the depths of his brain.

Who would call him so worried and anxious?

Xiao Chuyi first thought of his cousin and Xiao Qinghuan.

After a while, he realized that he was no longer in that world.

Naturally, those people would never appear in front of him again.

But apart from his cousin and niece, who else in this world would be so worried about him?

I was so worried that even the approaching voice was tinged with panic.

"Why so much blood? Are you okay? No, go to the hospital first—"

It wasn't until his wrist was grabbed by another warm hand that Xiao Chuyi could clearly see the face of the person close at hand.

Sheng Yuhang.

Xiao Chuyi's brain became more and more sluggish for a long time before he matched the number with the person in front of him.

"President Sheng..."

Xiao Chuyi was a little surprised, but also wanted to laugh.

This can't be blamed on him not being able to recognize him. Who told the other party's face to be full of eager worry and fear at this time, and completely lost the smile and calmness of the past.

It looks like a dummy.

Maybe he recognized the wrong person, for example, he just had a dream and hallucinations.

After all, he doesn't seem to be sober now.

But the voice of the person on the other side came again, still worried and even cautious: "Don't talk, can you go?"

The slightly cool back of his hand was pressed against Xiao Chuyi's profile, and he was slightly stunned for a moment.

It was not a dream.

Xiao Chuyi recovered, and smiled at Sheng Yuhang: "It's okay, I called an ambulance..."

Before he could finish a sentence, his voice was already too low to be heard, as if he had confirmed that the person in front of him was not an illusion, he couldn't help but relax.

And when the tense nerves were relieved, he couldn't hold on anymore, his whole body wobbled, and he fell forward.

He thought he would fall into the cold concrete floor.

But what caught him was a warm embrace. I don't know if the other party felt cold, and his body was still trembling slightly.

Man is a weak creature.

Before losing consciousness, Xiao Chuyi thought so, only leaving himself a self-deprecating smile.

Because I saw someone I could rely on, I could no longer restrain my desire to get closer.

Really bad inertia.

but……

For an ordinary human being, it seems to be something warm enough to make people want to cry.

Xiao Chuyi dreamed of the scene before time travel for a long time.

It seems that it is not accurate enough to simply say that it is a dream. More precisely, it is his memory.

A memory that he had forgotten.

Regarding the reason for his time travel, Xiao Chuyi was not clear at first, after all, "time travel" itself is already a sufficiently unscientific thing, and it seems a bit inhumane to go into the principle behind it.

But there is always an opportunity for everything to happen.

For example, Xiao Chuyi's death, and his extremely strong desire to survive.

Xiao Chuyi has not been favored by God in his life. He lost everything when he was a teenager and went astray. He finally got redemption from his relatives and returned to the right path. He saw some good things in life. When he wanted to live a peaceful life, disasters But once again, it fell on him silently.

After passing out in class for the third time, Xiao Chuyi was finally forced to go to the hospital for examination by the school and his cousin who got the news.

The result of the examination is a terminal illness that cannot be cured by current medical methods.

For the first time, the cousin who was always moody and angry showed a painful expression, as if the person whose time was running out was himself.

Xiao Chuyi didn't respond, on the contrary, his heart was so calm that it was terrifying.

If I have to say it, there is probably only a feeling of "ah, it's finally here".

Perhaps this is retribution for his self-indulgence as a teenager.

Man is mortal.

There are not many things that Xiao Chuyi can think about in this life. Since the disease did not befall the person he cherishes, it is already great luck for him.

But he didn't expect that the misfortune he suffered would also cause pain to those who loved him.

When Xiao Qinghuan was with him by the hospital bed, she said angrily that he was a guy who never understood other people's feelings.

"Brother Yi, you care too much about others, and you don't care too much about yourself."

It is rare for Xiao Qinghuan to show a preaching tone to her "uncle" who is several years older than herself, and she is indeed angry at Xiao Chuyi's negativity and self-abandonment.

"How can other people's lives be their lives, but your own life is not yours? What kind of strange species would have such a terrible thought of 'Fortunately, it is me who is sick and not you, and it doesn't matter if I die'! Since there is such an idea, let’s deal with it differently, and think about our feelings.”

"Aren't we just cold-blooded animals with no feelings? You are not the only one who feels sad because of the misfortune of your loved ones. Even I thought that it would be nice if it was me who got sick instead of you..."

Xiao Qinghuan started to choke up in the middle of her speech, she turned her head and bit her fingertips hard, desperately enduring the tears in her eyes.

Xiao Chuyi froze where he was, watching the tears rolling down Xiao Qinghuan's face and did not speak for a long time.

For the first time he realized what the death he was facing was.

It's the parting of relatives, he is about to leave the world, and it's also the pain that relatives will never see him again.

The habit of being malicious in the world has long been carved into his bones when he was a teenager, and he never takes himself too seriously.

The cousin is a gentle and kind person, but he is also a restrained person who will not easily reveal those emotional emotions, and the little niece is also not the kind of person who is always expressing emotions.

Xiao Chuyi regarded them as important people, but never included himself among them.

Until now, the people he valued reminded him with such eye-catching pain and despair that he was equally important as them.

They all loved him dearly.

They all wished him alive.

Xiao Qinghuan wiped the tears off her face with her hand, turned her head, and stared at the person on the bed with a pair of red rabbit eyes.

"In short, don't say things like 'fortunately it's not you' and 'it doesn't matter if you die'! Say, say again, I will, I will never talk to you again! I'm still waiting for you to go back and make me small biscuits , In short, in short, you must survive!"

Xiao Chuyi just looked at Xiao Qinghuan fixedly, and it took a long time to show an expression so gentle that she wanted to cry.

He said, "Okay."

Xiao Chuyi began to actively cooperate with the treatment, and became the person who liked to bask most in that ward.

The doctors said that his desire to survive was astonishingly strong, and the time he persisted was far beyond their expectations.

Since then, neither Xiao Qinghuan nor her cousin have ever said anything serious to him, nor have they ever shown any sad expressions.

In front of him, they seemed to be the strongest, most optimistic and cheerful people in the world, and they couldn't even see the haze of the world.

Xiao Qinghuan would go to the hospital to accompany Xiao Chuyi after school and on weekends and holidays.

When the cousin gets off work, they will have lunch together.

Sometimes the situation is good, they can even go to the nearby small park for a few laps together.

Fortunately, there was a period of time during the winter vacation, and they spent more time together, and spent the last year together.

It was probably at that time that Xiao Chuyi began to have a deep understanding of the "hobbies" of his little niece.

In order to accompany Xiao Chuyi, Xiao Qinghuan turned down most of the invitations from her classmates and friends to play, and claimed to have found a new joy in life - reading comics and novels.

These two are very convenient, as long as you have a mobile phone or tablet, you can do it anywhere.

Sometimes Xiao Qinghuan dislikes that the books Xiao Chuyi reads are too boring, and will force him to read her new pleasures.

After reading it, he must be dragged to talk about his post-reading feelings for half an hour to a few days.

Xiao Chuyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the beginning, and it was only out of connivance that he accepted those novels with big brain holes.

Only later did he slowly realize the true meaning behind his little niece.

She wants to talk to him more.

She was very afraid that he would never be able to open his eyes again in the blink of an eye, and she was also afraid that he would leave them alone, so she always pestered him, bringing him as much excitement as possible.

So Xiao Chuyi lost his last bit of struggle and helplessness.

It was during that period, in just a few months, Xiao Chuyi achieved the achievement from entry to mastery of comics and novels.

——Maybe it's not "proficient", but at least I won't be confused about the so-called "traversal" and "rebirth" and other proper nouns.

There is another story about "Xiao Chuyi", which is where he learned about it.

At the beginning, it was just a simple duplicate name, so naturally people couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

But the plot in it really made Xiao Qinghuan so angry that she read it continuously for several days, even to the point where she couldn't help shaking her head and sighing when she saw Xiao Chuyi's face.

"Brother Yi! If you accidentally time travel in the future, you must beat that scum hard, and it is best to beat him until he is paralyzed! This kind of scum is really shameless! My poor Chu Yi... ..."

Xiao Qinghuan waved her fist, her face full of righteous indignation.

Xiao Chuyi has learned to take his little niece's "into the play" indifferently: "First, I can't time travel; second, time travel may not necessarily lead to this novel; In novels, I may not be able to find the protagonist named Shen Bixiao, the fourth..."

"I won't listen, I won't listen." Xiao Qinghuan covered her ears, trying to resist Xiao Chuyi's enumeration of Dafa, while putting on a serious face, "Haven't you understood the routines of those novels? You all saw the same name as yourself The vicious character with the same surname—of course, it may be cannon fodder, or the poor little protagonist who has a hard time complaining about it, and an accident will inevitably happen the next day, so I went directly to the book!"

The corner of Xiao Chuyi's mouth twitched, but after thinking about it carefully for a moment, he found that he had no way to refute.

Of course, nothing happened to him the next day, and he barely survived.

Xiao Qinghuan obviously wouldn't believe those "routines", but she couldn't help lying on his bedside and sighed: "Actually, there's nothing wrong with time travel, right? Anyway, I'm still alive. It's just a different world. To be able to live That's fine..."

Xiao Chuyi rubbed the little girl's head, said with a slight smile, "If I'm not around anymore, you can just think that I've traveled through time."

Seeing that Xiao Qinghuan pulled the corners of her mouth down again, Xiao Chuyi added another sentence lightly: "Just kidding. I will live well."

The doctor said that Xiao Chuyi was a miracle. When he was just diagnosed, everyone thought he would not survive a month.

But he persisted for half a year.

But his disease cannot be cured by luck, let alone he has never had any luck.

Xiao Chuyi couldn't survive the spring of next year.

At that time, he had actually stopped reading novels, and everyone knew that his time was numbered, including Xiao Qinghuan who had been eagerly expecting him to live.

In fact, she probably knew long ago that Xiao Chuyi's illness cannot be cured. Later, the communication between them evolved into Xiao Qinghuan talking about some trivial matters in life and study. Xiao Chuyi listened quietly, and occasionally Give some soft responses.

So logically speaking, even if he dreams, he shouldn't dream of the characters in the novels he glanced at a long time ago.

But in fact it was true, he did see the person with the same name as himself before he died.

——the undead.

That younger ghost was lying beside Xiao Chuyi's hospital bed, his eyes filled with endless pain and sorrow.

Seeing that face that was exactly the same as his own, Xiao Chuyi thought for a moment that he saw his own appearance after death.

But soon he realized that it was not, he would not show such a unwilling and painful expression.

Even if he is really facing death, even if he is extremely eager to live, he will not show such an expression because those wishes have not been fulfilled.

Because until death, he can still feel that he is loved.

Love can dilute all suffering.

But the wandering ghost died in despair with hatred.

【Do you want to live? 】

The ghost asked him so.

Xiao Chuyi felt that his brain cells might have died first, and he actually started talking to a ghost.

"I think so," he replied.

At that time, he was so weak that he couldn't even lift his hands, only those eyes were still amazingly bright.

He promised Xiao Qinghuan that he would not give up his promise easily until death.

[Then you can live in my place, okay? 】

That ghost was floating around, carrying huge shackles, allowing Xiao Chuyi to see his tragic life.

He could have had a chance to be reborn, but he never wanted to see the person who caused him so much pain again.

He hated the person who hurt him, but the love he once had was not empty, and he was afraid of the possibility of repeating the same mistakes.

He is afraid that he will forget everything after being reborn and be deceived again, and he is even more afraid of revisiting old dreams and returning to inappropriate timing, and still can only watch all tragedies happen.

So he ran away, and then he saw Xiao Chuyi.

Xiao Chuyi didn't know whether the absurd thing in front of him was just his fantasy, and he didn't know how this ghost that should belong to another world appeared in front of him.

But in the face of life and death, he could no longer think about anything more, and what supported him was only a little obsession left in his consciousness.

He wants to live.

Even in another world, as another person, he still wants to live.

So he said, "Okay."

When Xiao Chuyi became Xiao Chuyi in another world, he was still as indifferent as in his previous life.

These calmness comes from reason, but also from absolute detachment.

Shielding all your emotions out will naturally not let your judgment be disturbed in any way.

This may be very useful for judging the situation, but when walking alone in this strange world, you can still feel the emptiness and loneliness from the bottom of your heart.

Xiao Chuyi once felt that those cold and lonely times were only caused by human instincts.

but……

How did you forget it?

He used to love and be loved.

What his relatives brought him was not only a shelter and unilateral love, but also the ability to love and be loved.

It's just that he suddenly lost his relatives and stepped into a strange world. The part of memory missing the reason, many factors made him uneasy.

So he didn't dare to take a step forward, so he could only keep himself in place.

He remembered that when he fell ill and passed out, his cousin and Xiao Qinghuan looked at him so anxiously and fearfully, as if they were afraid that he would leave them in the next second.

Originally, he thought that apart from his relatives, there would be no third person in the world who would show that kind of gaze - just for him.

However, just as at the last moment of his life, his relatives used practical actions to tell him that he was an extremely important existence, and the reality of another world also shattered that paradox in front of him with his own hands.

Xiao Chuyi remembered that his little niece used to read chicken soup for the soul to him old-fashionedly, and talked about love at a young age.

"There will always be someone who loves you in this world. If you haven't seen him yet, don't worry, he must be on his way. And all you have to do is love yourself well, open your heart, and When he comes, give him a hug."

Those indistinct words resounded in the chaotic darkness, they couldn't be heard clearly, only some hazy reverberations remained.

And at the end of the darkness is a little light, and he chases the light all the way away.

The light is getting brighter.

Xiao Chuyi opened his eyes.

After a moment of daze, the familiar face smiled again.

Sheng Yuhang raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Good morning, Mr. Xiao."