Quickly wear! Bind to the scumbag transformation system

Duan Ran clutched his chest and threw himself into Chen Yuzhang’s arms, crying:

"Hubby, my heart aches. I feel so bad."

He seemed to have grabbed a piece of driftwood, crying out in grievance, confused like a child, unable to remember anything.

It would be better to have neither of these two clips.

Chen Yuzhang hugged him tightly with heartache:

"Ranran, be good. I'll cook dumplings for you, okay? You like beef and green onions or three-flavor shrimp. Which one do you choose?"

Duan Ran paused for a moment, wiped away his tears, and looked up at him: "Can't I have both?"

Chen Yuzhang smiled and tapped the tip of his nose:

“Okay, I’ll cook.”

After saying that, he walked out of the room. Duan Ran watched his figure walk from the window into the kitchen, and the forced calmness on his face disappeared.

He sobbed and raised his head, hoping that the tears would flow back.

Although he couldn't remember anything else, he knew that his father... was no longer in this world.

He has no father anymore.

What he didn't know was that there was a person standing at the kitchen door, seeing everything through the window.

During the meal, the table was unusually silent. Seeing that he was holding the chopsticks without moving, Chen Yuzhang picked up a piece for him and put it in his bowl:

"Eat it, there are shrimps you like in it"

Duan Ran nodded obediently and ate the dumplings in small bites.

At this moment, he suddenly heard Chen Yuzhang say: "I'll take you to the county town tomorrow."

Duan Ran looked up in astonishment and shook his head vigorously:

“No, I’m not going.”

"Ranran, you should be obedient. Maybe...your family is looking for you."

He actually wanted to say this a long time ago, but the incident of Duan Ran running away from the county town last time left both of them with lingering fears, so he never mentioned it.

Duan Ran hurriedly put down his chopsticks, ran over and sat in his arms, his eyes reddened when he looked at him:

"You said that as long as I don't leave, this will always be my home, you said that"

Chen Yuzhang's arm was a little painful from being grabbed by him, and he understood the fear in his heart. As if compromising with a willful child, he sighed and said:

"Okay, don't be afraid."

Duan Ran leaned into his arms and heard his steady and strong heartbeat. His heart finally settled down.

He knew he wasn't strong, but he was... panicked.

In the days that followed, Duan Ran had nightmares one after another. He thought he had hidden it well, but every night when he thought of Chen Yuzhang, he would stay up all night and watch over him.

After that, Duan Ran became more and more silent. Sometimes he would quietly play music for Chen Yuzhang, and sometimes he would sing or write music.

And Chen Yuzhang never touched him again, and they even kept a distance from each other when they slept.

On a dark night, Duan Ran suddenly turned over and lay on top of Chen Yuzhang, touching his face and asked softly:

"Why don't you touch me?"

Chen Yuzhang was silent for a long time and answered irrelevant questions:

"Tomorrow, I'm going out and won't be back until the evening. You, take care of yourself."

In the darkness, water dripped onto his face, one drop at a time, mixed with the sobs that Duan Ran was holding back.

"Please take me, husband"

Chen Yuzhang helped him wipe away his tears little by little. Without saying anything, he turned over and pressed him under him.

That night, the two were silent and passionate, but something was missing...

The next day, when Duan Ran woke up, Chen Yuzhang was gone.

Looking at the folded clothes at the head of the bed and the clothes he wore when he first came, he sniffed sharply.

When he went out, he found that it had snowed last night. The snow was as high as the curb. He walked on the road out of the village step by step.

Because it was cold, when I put my hand into my cotton trouser pocket, I suddenly found a ball of something.

He took it out in surprise, and the moment he saw it, he couldn't hold back his tears anymore.

A total of 1,800 yuan, 3,000 yuan in compensation minus the 1,200 yuan for the guitar, that person actually gave it all to me, and he didn't say anything...

Chen Yuzhang did not walk far, but stood in the valley for a day. He shook off the snow that piled up on his shoulders.

It was not until about three in the afternoon, when it was getting dark, that he stretched his frozen and numb limbs and walked home.

When he reached the gate of the courtyard, his hand paused for a moment, but soon he pushed the door open.

The yard was quiet, without any of the usual laughter and noise.

Looking towards the warehouse, he saw Big Gray Wolf hanging on the door handle with a chain. When he saw him looking at him, he let out a low growl.

Chen Yuzhang ignored him, clenched his hands slightly, and walked into the house.

Nothing was missing from the room except the guitar bought for Duan Ran, and nine hundred yuan on the table.

Half for each, he didn't forget.

Chen Yuzhang couldn't explain his feelings. If he had to use one word to describe it, it would be disappointment.

After standing quietly for a while, he followed the footprints outside the door before it got completely dark.

It was not until he stood at the entrance of the village and saw that the footprints showed no signs of being followed and there were tire marks of a car on the snow that he felt relieved.

In the days that followed, he continued to read books every day and spent the winter alone. He let Big Bad Wolf go, and since the man was not around, he naturally didn't need the wolf to protect him.

No one in Zhangjia Village knew that Chen Yuzhang's family at the end of the village had lost their daughter-in-law until the beginning of the next spring.

The ice and snow melt, and all things come back to life.

Chen Yuzhang tidied up the house, took one last look, and locked the door.

When he arrived at the entrance of the village, he saw several villagers who had gone out for some fresh air and were talking quietly.

"Ever since Zhang Guangsheng became the village chief, there has been unrest in the family. And how come we didn't know he was such a person before? He actually climbed into the bed of my son-in-law?"

"Hey, there's a lot you don't know. His daughter Qiuyue passed away yesterday. How can he stay in this house after something like this happened? He probably won't come back in the future."

"What a sin! Do you think our village is cursed? Why is it that whoever becomes the village chief is unlucky? It's really unlucky."

Chen Yuzhang walked past them, and those people even turned around and greeted him, but he ignored them. Here... he would probably never come back again.

Two years later, at the Shengjing Airport in the capital, a group of reporters holding microphones anxiously stretched their necks to look into the VIP channel, but they did not see the person they wanted to interview.

One of the journalists from the academic media looked at the following table:

"No, Professor Chen's flight is at 10am, so he should have arrived by now."

There was a cameraman holding a camera next to him:

"Yes, Professor Chen is a visiting professor at the Imperial College of Technology in Country E and an international physics expert.

This time he returned to China specifically to give a lecture at the invitation of Huaguang University of Science and Technology. The school is very protective of him, and it is probably difficult to interview him except at the airport."

"It's ok bro, wait a little longer, the plane might be delayed."

The reporters didn't notice that a tall man wearing a baseball cap came out from the ordinary passage next to them.

He glanced at the crowd across from him, leisurely carrying his business bag, and walked out of the airport...