[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

In front of the live broadcast camera, Truman and a strange child stood in the yard and confronted each other.The two of them stared at each other, not speaking, their swords were on the verge of breaking out, and the atmosphere was a little strangely serious.

The child's skin is a little dark, his facial features are very ordinary, and he is not attractive at all, and the clothes he is wearing are a little old, but he looks cute.

Truman clenched the key even more tightly in his hand, as if he was afraid of being snatched away.He looked at the child condescendingly, with seriousness in his persistent and serious eyes. After a long time, he finally let out a cold snort of contempt, "Oh, he looks so ugly."

This kid is far worse than when he was a child.

Even if he grows up, it is impossible to look better than him.

……

The child didn't speak, and ran to the door to bring in the potted plant that was smashed just now, sticking its roots to the ground.When I hugged it into my arms, the soil on the root system stained the old clothes, making them look even more dusty.

He knelt in the vegetable garden in the yard, put the plants in his arms on the ground, and started digging the soil with his hands.

Truman was watching from the side, and without saying any help, he even pulled a chair and sat down.

He rested his elbows on his knees, looked at the dirty dirt on the ground, and snorted, "How long do you have to dig? Don't you have a shovel? Use it!"

The child did not speak, but continued digging.

"Isn't it just an ordinary weed, it will fall when it falls, there is nowhere, there is nothing rare."

"This is not an ordinary weed." The child didn't turn his head, and his digging movements became faster and faster. "This is white thatch, which can stop bleeding."

When the grass was buried in the soil again, he lowered his head and said in a muffled voice, "Father said that if there was no white thatch, he would have died a long time ago."

"Grow more white thatch, and he will come back"

The child's voice was very small, but depressing and a little sad.

……

Hearing the word "death", Truman's pupils were a little dizzy, and he touched the cigarette in his trouser pocket with trembling hands, "What are you showing off, isn't it still a weed, a weed that even sheep don't want to eat."

"It's not a weed, and even if it were, it's a perfect weed."

"You kid is so funny, you have admitted weeds, and you are still fighting for perfection"

"But it's the perfect weed."

……

Seeing that the two were screwed together, the director ran out and asked Truman to take the child to wash his hands and change his clothes.

Truman lit a cigarette and pretended to be deaf and dumb, as if he didn't hear what she said at all.

The choreographer directly pulled the child up and walked towards the kitchen.

The live camera is still facing Truman, and the barrage:

I can't hear what the child said. Is he not wearing a wireless microphone?

Are they arguing about whether that potted plant is a weed?

That grass is indeed a weed, you can see it everywhere, it seems to be called white thatch, also known as the perfect weed

This time, black people, don’t be silly, Truman is right, sheep do not eat this kind of grass, and white thatch is a big hazard to crops, it is considered to be one of the ten most vicious weeds in the world, really I don't understand why the kid is so rare

……

After washing the child's hands, the choreographer stood in the corner of the kitchen and pointed to Truman with the child, "Just follow him these few days. Although he has a bad temper, he is not bad. He is a star, so you must be too." Saw him on TV."

"Not on TV," the kid whispered.

The director was stunned, "What?"

"It's right here."

"He lived here?"

"Ah."

"When?"

"three years ago"

"How long have you lived?"

"In less than a year, in those few months, he was there every time I came back from training and vacation; later, my father left, and so did he."

"Has he been back in the past two years?"

"Well, when I was on vacation, he came back a few times, but he never liked me."

"How do you know he doesn't like you?"

"He never looked at me when he was talking and rarely talked to me."

"He just looked at you and talked to you."

"No, he didn't look me in the eye."

The director felt that this kid was really pissed off. If he got into a rivalry with Truman, the live broadcast might have to interrupt a commercial from time to time, so he patiently explained to him, trying to ease the relationship between the two, "Isn't he Don't like you, if he didn't like you, he wouldn't bring you on this show."

"No."

"What isn't it?"

"He has forgotten a lot of things. He planted the pot of white thatch at the door with his own hands. He also said that sentence. He also left the key to his father, but he smashed the potted plant."

"It's not that he forgot, it's just that he pretended not to know you in front of the camera. He wanted to protect you; he smashed the potted plant just to get the key."

"No, he has the key. A year ago, someone changed the lock on the gate, and he lost his temper. He was afraid that his father would not be able to come in, so he left the potted plant at the gate," the child stubbornly shook his head, "he He also said that if father came back, he would not be able to get in without the key, and the key had to be kept. Therefore, potted plants cannot be smashed.”

The director finally figured it out, who was the father the child was talking about, decided to change the subject and asked, "Then your father, did you come back later?"

"No," the child shook his head, "so potted plants can't be smashed."

The director had a headache, why did this come back again, and he could only continue to talk to the child, "Even if he has the key, he can't take it out when he is in front of the camera."

"He can open doors without a key, he can pick locks, and he can climb walls."

"But he can neither pick the lock in front of the camera nor climb the wall."

"But he can knock."

"He knocked on the door and you didn't hear him."

"Impossible, my ears are very good."

"Perhaps you fell asleep."

"Impossible, I get up at five every day."

The director really felt that there was nothing he could do, so he could only lie to the child, "His brain has been stimulated, so he is not mentally normal, don't argue with him about this in the future, just follow him and accommodate him, okay? "

"Okay," the child frowned, with a serious expression, "then I will take care of him."

He didn't have any doubts, he believed it quickly, and promised to take care of Truman, which made the director feel a little guilty, but she could only bite the bullet and continued, "Also, what you just told me Don't say these words in front of the camera, and don't tell others."

"why?"

The director threw the blame on Truman again, "because it will stimulate his condition."

"it is good."

"Don't ask him why he smashed the potted plant."

"it is good."

"Don't tell Truman that he has a mental illness, or it will irritate him. Generally, mental patients are unwilling to believe that they are ill. Once you say that he is ill, he will fall ill."

"Okay, I remember."

"If someone asks your last name—"

"My surname is Chu, and my surname is Chu in Tongcheng. My name is Su, a diligent, cautious and respectful Su."

"He told you?"

"Well, he doesn't like me living here and has long wanted to drive me out," said the child. "He mentioned it to me and asked me to change my surname to Qi in the future."

"Isn't this your house? You are the one who drives him out."

The child shook his head, "This yard belongs to him."

"Then we don't want this yard anymore. The Qu family is not bad either," the editor-director laughed, "Although the Tongcheng family is low-key, they are well-known business families. The world's number one multinational conglomerate got this surname. It's like wearing a tiger's skin, so many people have to be afraid of it."

The child did not speak.

……

When he finally came back from washing his hands and the child returned to the camera, Truman was still sitting on a chair in the yard smoking a cigarette.

The choreographer threw the child to Truman, and sighed with relief, "It should be said, I have told him just now, as a father, you should get in touch with the child more. Now, your task is to talk to someone about the microphone. Don't get on."

She handed the wireless mic to Truman, and seeing that Truman didn't move, she repeated it again and asked him to pin it to the collar of the child's clothes; after all, if the camera is too far away, there is no wireless mic, and the radio microphone of the camera itself can't help at all. Radio.

Truman picked it up, and made some fuss about it, "Isn't this wireless microphone broken this morning? When will it be repaired?"

The editor and director saw Truman tearing up the expensive radio equipment with his own eyes. He felt his temples and veins were throbbing. Xiao Zaowan had to drive himself crazy—gritting his teeth and said, "Really! Why is it broken again! Do I have to go and see if I have a spare!"

Truman smiled thoughtfully, "No, just give him mine."

After speaking, I reached out to take it off.

……

In the end, Truman's wireless microphone was still pinned to his collar honestly. This was the biggest concession the director team could make.If you have to choose between adults and children, it makes no sense to choose children. After all, no matter how messed up Truman is, his popularity and traffic are here, and the more he messes up, the more people will watch him.As for the kid, he doesn't talk much. If there is no wireless microphone, the director can only ask him to take pictures and ask him to be as close to the camera as possible.

Truman and the child exchanged pleasantries, "Which room is your suitcase in?"

The child stared into his eyes and remained silent for a while.

Truman became impatient, twisting a cigarette in his hand, looking at the director, "Let him take the box and leave."

This is not polite at all, just like chasing someone away.

The director glared at Truman, feeling that the child was so insecure, it was because of Uncle Chu's words, the child just said that he was afraid of being kicked out, so Uncle Chu asked someone to take the box and leave.

The child still remembers to accommodate him, follow him, pick up the box obediently, and was about to walk away alone, but the director stopped him and asked, "Have you eaten yet?"

The child stared at Truman and shook his head.

The director said, "Since the wireless microphone is broken, the first task is changed to making breakfast. Now you go to the kitchen to prepare something for the children."

Truman snorted and went into the kitchen anyway.

"What do you want to eat?" Truman asked casually.

"same as before."

Truman put the pot on the stove, "It's different from before."

"Is father dead?"

Truman's hands froze for a moment while he was washing rice. He lowered his eyes, dried his hands slowly, pulled off the wireless microphone on his collar, and raised his hand to turn on the old-fashioned range hood. The noise in the kitchen suddenly became louder. Seventy decibels.

The child's eyes turned red, "He's dead."

Truman squatted down, and pressed his hand on the child's shoulder with some strength. He stared at the child's eyes, his deep eyes suppressed madness, but his voice was very calm, "He's not dead."

"Then how do you know?"

"I hacked into the DEA intranet and looked at his files."

"Where is he now?"

"He was sent abroad on a mission."

"Is it dangerous?"

"Dangerous, besides the drug base, there is also a malaria epidemic there, and there is still a war."

"Is there white thatch there?"

"Yes, there are large expanses of white thatch."

"It's so dangerous, can the white thatch survive?"

"Imperata cottage can live anywhere, no matter how barren the land is, its roots can take root."

"Can I take a look?"

"Look at what."

"file."

"Little brat, you don't believe me?"

"If you really found out, then you must have a backup, and you will definitely take it with you." The child looked persistent, and he stretched out his hand, "It's in your mobile phone."

Truman handed over the phone directly.

After the child finished watching, he returned the phone to him, "Why did you let me be on the show with you?"

"No reason."

"Then what do I need to do?"

"You don't need to do anything, just watch."

"What are you going to do?"

"Do what he wants me to do and make this ugly world beautiful"

"Then can father see us?"

"can."

"Will you come back when you see us?"

"Seeing you will definitely, he will not leave you"

"He won't leave you either"

"I don't know, he doesn't want to see me"

"But he obviously likes you"

"How do you know"

"That's what his eyes say every time he looks at you"

……

The child stopped talking, washed the bowls and chopsticks, took several people's bowls and chopsticks from the cabinet, took the pickles, and went outside to ask the choreographer, "Auntie, do you want to eat together?"

He originally wanted to call sister, but in the end he called aunt.Because he remembered the first time he called Brother Truman, but Truman turned black and said that his seniority was wrong and he wanted to call him uncle.

The choreographer felt a little embarrassed when the child called him auntie, but it was difficult to refute. After all, Truman came to be the father of this child. She was older than Truman. If he called her sister, wouldn't it mean that she also had Call Truman Papa.

After hearing this, the barrage also started to laugh, and urged the director to eat the breakfast made by Uncle Chu.

It was the first time for the editor and director to see Uncle Chu cook, and he also found it strange. Although there was already some food in the car, no matter whether the food cooked by Uncle Chu is delicious or not, you must try it, "Okay , then I would trouble you to add another pair of chopsticks."

Breakfast is very simple, just porridge and pickles.

When the lid of the pot on the stove was opened, the hot porridge was ready.

"Yourself."

I don't expect Uncle Chu to have any gentlemanly demeanor at all.

After the three words were finished, Truman served a bowl of porridge by himself, mixed pickles into the porridge, and buried himself in drinking the porridge. He was still immersed in the thoughts just now, and his mind was in a trance.

He thought of every time the old man stared at him, his eyes were as deep as a black hole, every time he could suck his soul out, and his voice was as low as a hooked feather It seems that it makes him feel a little itchy every time...

Did the old man really like him?

Could it be that she really had a crush on him for a long time...

Thinking about the tooth marks at the beginning, I feel that everything has changed

Teeth marks on cigarette butts, naked sexual hints

Damn it!The old man was seducing him

……

Truman's complexion changed like a psychopath, the child thought he was ill, and was afraid of stimulating his condition, so he didn't say anything, served the porridge by himself, and drank it quietly.

The director also served a bowl, smelling the fragrance of porridge, she couldn't help sniffing, she tasted it, it was unexpectedly delicious, she added some pickles to the porridge, and quickly finished the bowl .

After finishing the drink, the editor and director looked at the two people who had no interaction with each other during the meal, and began to rack their brains to find topics for the big and the young to get closer. , the writing is really good."

Because she has learned calligraphy since she was a child, she noticed it at first sight.

The two, one big and one small, were stunned for a moment in tacit understanding.

The child looked at Truman.

Truman's eyes were a little dazed, but the corners of his mouth curved upwards, his brows and eyes were a little more proud, "That is," regardless of who wrote it.

The director smiled and asked him, "Do you still know calligraphy?"

"I've been studying for a few months," Truman said lightly, "but I can't calm down, and the writing is not good-looking."

The child's hand holding the spoon did not move, and his eyes were fixed on Truman.

The editor and director didn't care, "Well, practicing calligraphy is to practice your mood."

……

Truman buried his head in drinking the porridge, his thoughts drifted far away.

White porridge with pickled vegetables is a favorite of old men.

Truman's calligraphy was also taught by the old man.

The old man's hands were covered with calluses, and he rubbed against the back of his hand. He remembered all the tactile sensations from the calluses, and the strong wrist led his hand, writing the words in a flowing manner.His handwriting is very imposing, the beginning of the brush is vigorous and generous, the brushwork is firm but soft, and the ending is steady and generous, just like him, upright and loyal, dignified and steady, and has a broad-minded temperament.

Truman was a little absent-minded when learning characters for the first time.

He still remembers that his whole body was wrapped in his arms, and his back was pressed against the firm chest of the old man; in summer, he wore only a vest and shorts, and the temperature was so high that he could even feel the two people's skin clinging to each other The skin, the inadvertent friction, the hot temperature when touched, burned his heart like a soldering iron.When the old man spoke in his ear, he felt hot all over his body as if he was on fire. His whole body was so hot that his breathing was hot. It seemed that even every cell in his body was agitated by puberty. The breathing metabolism of the person is occupied by another person's breath...

That night, the hormones of puberty kicked in.

For the first time, he had the physiological response of puberty instinct.He hates uncontrollable sexual impulses and sexual desires dominated by hormones. He hates himself psychologically, but he is uncontrollably seduced by the dopamine secreted by the brain. He longs for the taste of extreme pleasure, just like a drug that paralyzes the nerves .

Once contaminated, you can't quit, can't leave it, and don't want to wake up.

The author has something to say:

The child, Qu Su, has never met his biological father, Qu Bofu, so there is only one father in his heart, an old man, and every time he mentions his father, he means Shi Kuang.He was brought up by Shi Kuang, so his personality is very similar.