Quick Transmigration: Why Do You Dress Up as the Villain’s Little Brother Every Time?

When Yu Congbai said he was going to leave, everything was really prepared.

That night, my father's phone call came.

"Son, what happened between you and the young master? Why are you getting farther and farther away from the young master recently?"

"Dad, he doesn't want to see me."

After Yu Congbai hung up the phone, he directly muted the phone.

It was past ten o'clock in the middle of the night, and he suddenly realized that today was a special day.

So I rode a bicycle, picked some wild flowers on the side of the road, and hurried to the cemetery.

There are many stone monuments, and the night is dark.

With his eyes closed, he came to his mother's tomb based on the experience he had walked through countless times.

Take out the flashlight and shine it on the old tombstone.

The picture of the woman on the tombstone is very gentle and virtuous.

Seeing her smile, Yu Congbai couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Mom, I'm sorry I'm late.

I've been so obsessed with something recently that I forgot that today is your birthday.

I said that I will never forget those important days, but luckily I didn't break my promise.

I came too hastily, I didn't bring anything, these wild flowers will be given to you first, and I will bring you better ones tomorrow. "

He sat in front of the tomb, leaning against the stele, just like before, leaning against his mother's arms.

Looking up at the stars in the sky, telling vivid stories.

But now, all he feels is coldness.

The flashlight flashed twice, then suddenly went dark.Yu Congbai pressed the switch repeatedly, as if the battery was out.

He didn't pay much attention.

"501, I miss my mother too."

"in vain."

A woman with a warm white light all over her body embraced Yu Congbai, and fondled his face with one hand, "My dear girl, don't be sad, just smile."

Yu Congbai said in a muffled voice, "Mom, I'd rather do a hundred sets of papers than do such a laborious task."

The white light dissipated and turned into that ball of light again, shouting aggrievedly,

"Host~"

Yu Congbai stretched out his hand to grab the light ball, kneaded it, and it felt very good, so he kneaded it hard for a while.

"Are you feeling better, host?"

A cold wind blew up at night, making people's skin crawl.

Yu Congbai held the ball of light, and walked out the same way in his heart.

When I picked up the bicycle, there was a light rain from the sky.

The light cluster floated on Yu Congbai's shoulder, "Host, do you need my help?"

He rode his bicycle at a leisurely pace, with street lights, and the rain was not too heavy, so he didn't need help.

"Actually, I quite like the feeling of light rain. The air is humid and the breath is cool."

"Won't you catch a cold?"

The light ball floated from one shoulder to the other, looking at the wet hair, the short bangs clinging to the forehead.

The boy's wanton face is not afraid of the storm.

"How can a little rain cause people to catch a cold?" Yu Congbai trusted his body very much.

As a result, when I went back, I developed a high fever in the early morning and woke myself up.

My mind is bewildered.

He got up and poured a glass of water, drank a couple of gulps, and went to the toilet to fill up the water.

After many days, he has been able to accept this extra little thing.

After using the toilet and washing his hands, Yu Congbai bent down, stood by the sink, splashed water on his face with his hands.

Outside, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, hitting the roof and jumping to the ground, making a splashing sound.

In the mirror, his face was flushed, and his eyes were a little loose.

"Host, your body temperature is 39.4 degrees, you have a fever."

"How could I have a fever, okay?"

Yu Congbai was slapped in the face by himself, he decided to take it back... What did he take back?

Forget it, don't care what he takes back.

Picking up the towel hanging on the side, wet it with water, Yu Congbai took it back to the bedroom, and covered his face.

"Ice is cool, so comfortable."

He sighed.

"Host, are you going to hold on?" The ball of light emerged again and landed on his chest.

"It's just a fever. It's nothing. I'll see the doctor tomorrow. I don't want to move right now."

He muttered a few words, and his body was full of exhaustion, which came from mental exhaustion.

Yu Congbai was completely trapped in the quilt, and fell asleep again after a while.