What a beautiful white lotus [Quick Transmigration]

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They, standing on the opposite side of the light...

……sorry……

can't help...

Forgive "us"...

We are guilty... white... forgiven...

In the dim light and shadow, Yan Lu seemed to hear some voices, but these voices did not reduce his pain. He just wanted to have a good sleep, but the surrounding voices were too noisy.

Surround him in circles...

Accept "we"...

...you are guilty too...

Their lips were about to move, spitting out extremely possessive words.

Silently you have seduced all and pulled all to the kingdom of sin...

You cannot escape.

For, we are your sins.

Time became longer at this moment, those slender figures approached, and the man opened his eyes wide in horror, watching those people stretch out their slender hands to him, trying to grab him firmly...

But I didn't see the sharp nails on their hands...

Scratch the man to pieces...

Do not……

Get out...don't pester him...

He doesn't want to hear this...he doesn't want to...

Yan Lu was struggling, his handsome and mature face was covered with fine sweat...

The man haunted by the nightmare is lying on a double bed, his chest is covered with a thin blue striped quilt, surrounded by a warm feeling of home, and on the photo album on the bedside table, the family photos of a family of three are the most beautiful. Can attract people's attention.

The man is handsome and handsome, and the woman is gentle and considerate. With happy smiles, they hold a child's hand. The man gently strokes the child's head, while the woman kisses the child's face affectionately. It seems that this is theirs. son.

The five-year-old quiet child pursed his lips tightly, his face was as delicate as a porcelain doll with no expression on his face, and his deep black pupils showed no emotional fluctuations. He was a little too quiet.

The child looked at the camera with a straight expressionless face, somehow giving people a sense of weirdness, as if he could see the heart of the person looking at the photo through the photo frame.

It is obvious that the male owner in this photo is the man on the bed, and at this moment, he is completely trapped in the bed, entangled in nightmares, and the fine sweat on his face has also turned into water droplets, sliding down along with his handsome cheeks, soaking the bottom sheets.

"Don't, come here...don't come here..."

The man opened his tightly closed eyes, and sat up suddenly from the bed with the panic in his dream.

Panting for breath, his eyes drifted away, and he came back to his senses after a while, brushing his sweaty hair with displeasure, revealing his night-like pupils, with a sharpness that can see through people's hearts in his clear eyes , somewhat similar to the child in the photo.

Yan Lu hasn't slept well these days, and especially recently he has started to have frequent nightmares.

I don't know why, after waking up, I have been in a bad mood...

Could it be that you are too tired to work overtime in the company?

Picking up the mobile phone on the bedside table casually, and pressing the power button, Yan Lu saw 7:[-] Beijing time displayed on the screen of the mobile phone. Looking at the vacant place next to the bed, Xiao Rou probably went to prepare breakfast, so early in the morning It's not easy to get up and make breakfast for a family of three. Think about it, it's time for him to get up too.

The man's indifferent gaze just now turned into tenderness after thinking of his beautiful and gentle wife.

As for that absurd dream, the man couldn't recall what kind of dream he had.

Besides, he didn't care much.

Thinking of his gentle and virtuous wife busy in the kitchen, the originally indifferent expression on the man's face softened.

He and his wife Ye Xiaorou are college classmates. After work, they never thought they could meet again, so they came together naturally, which made him feel very lucky.

Yan Lu got up from the bed and went to the bathroom next to the bedroom to take a shower and wash up.In the dense water vapor, Yan Lu looked at his mature and stable self in the mirror, feeling a little absent-minded.

Yan Lu is 29 years old this year. He exudes the taste of a mature man. His steady temperament gives people a sense of security and satisfaction. His sexy and firm figure is enough to stun any woman. Just this handsome and ascetic face can make a woman Crazy for him.

But Yan Lu is not interested in women at all, except for his wife, he has never shown any warmth to other women.

After washing, he walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe, and he wanted to take out clothes from the closet to put on. The white shirt and suit pants were bound by a belt that bounded a sexy, tight waist that made people rippling. The expression, the sexiness of a mature man is completely revealed, with the light red lips tightly pursed, inexplicably making people want to bite down hard.

"crunch-"

The door was pushed open, and Yan Lu, who was adjusting the tightness of the belt, looked towards the door, until he saw the small figure, he unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief, and then felt that this behavior was a little nervous, he was getting more nervous What, I've become more and more sensitive recently.

The child standing at the door looked at the man quietly, his delicate face was as expressionless as in the photo, and even his eyes were ordinary.Yan Lu quickly buckled the belt and squatted down in front of the child with his long legs.

"Good morning, Brooke."

Yan Lu gave his son a good morning kiss on his delicate little face, his indifferent expression slightly restrained, and he caressed his son's face seriously, but the child still didn't respond, he just raised his head lightly and looked at him father, the black pupils were calm and deep, reflecting the figure of the man.

Regarding the fact that his son didn't give him any reaction, Yan Lv didn't show any surprise or displeasure expression, instead he reached out his hand, picked up his son, and walked towards the living room.

"I don't know if mom wants to help, let's go and see together."

Yan Xike was held in his father's arms, still looking calm, but his little hands clenched his father's shirt tightly, leaving sharp creases under the ironed shirt.

Then, he noticed this, and wanted to let go of his hand, but he was afraid of falling from the man's arms, his face was tense, Yan Lu seemed to know what he was thinking, and he naturally supported Yan Xike's body Back, the two are very close.

Yan Xike simply nestled in his father's arms, buried his head on Yan Lu's shoulder and remained motionless, no one noticed that the child's eyes were getting deeper and deeper.

"husband~"

The mouth-watering fragrance exudes from the kitchen. The graceful woman is cooking porridge with vegetables and lean meat. After she has prepared the porridge, she carefully brings it out. She raised her winking eyes just in time to see her husband walking away from the bedroom with her son in his arms. come out.

Ye Xiaorou called Yan Lv sweetly, and Ye Xiaorou's eyes had long been on the quiet child. She moved a little eagerly, and hugged Yan Xike from Yan Lv, patted his back, and coaxed him distressedly.

"Baby, why did you wake up so early, do you want to sleep again?"

"When I got up, Xi Ke ran to our room by himself. Is this considered an improvement?"

Ye Xiaorou's eyes were a little moist, she raised her head and looked at Yan Lu, who was stretching out her hand to brush some of her loose hair behind her ears, looking at Ye Xiaorou with exclusive warmth in her eyes.

"You see, he can accept our hugs now, and he will be even better in the future. Maybe someday he will be fine."

"I hope the baby will get better soon," Ye Xiaorou said with a fragile voice and a sad expression, Yan Lu held his wife in his arms to comfort her depressed mood.

Although Yan Xike can't speak yet, for Yan Lu and Ye Xiaorou, when their son was diagnosed with autism after the age of three, in the past two years, they tried many methods and took their son to many hospitals. Still nothing works for the son's autism.

Yan Xike still couldn't speak, he would just stay alone quietly, sometimes he would look at a place expressionlessly for a long time, and at first he even refused his contact with Ye Xiaorou, especially his contact.

As a father, his heart was heavy after he learned that his son had autism.

Xiao Rou took care of Yan Xike in every possible way, and Yan Lu knew that it was probably not him, but his wife who was most sad.

Looking at Yan Xike who was held in Ye Xiaorou's arms and fed porridge mouthful by mouthful, that delicate little face was tense because of Ye Xiaorou's movement of getting too close, but his eyes were still as calm as a pool of stagnant water, gloomy. deep.

He has no expression and doesn't respond to the outside world, just like a puppet...

Yan Lu lowered his head to drink porridge, even if it was a puppet, he was willing to support it for a lifetime.

Because this is his son, the child of him and Ye Xiaorou, they are already very happy as they are now.

Ye Xiaorou fed and fed, and found that her son's eyes had been stopped at one place. She looked in the direction and saw her handsome husband. Maybe it was her own illusion...

She didn't care much, she was used to Yan Xike's usual free state.

The moment she lowered her head to feed her son the porridge and Yan Lu put down the bowl, she clearly saw her son's beautiful eyelashes upturned like butterfly wings fluttering slightly, and then the movement quickly Calm was restored, and when she looked again, the child in her arms was still the same as before, without any reaction.

At this moment, Ye Xiaorou's face twisted.

She couldn't control it anymore, and looked at her husband resentfully, with vicious and hateful eyes, full of jealousy and resentment.

Even the bowl and spoon in his hand were pinched tightly by those slender fingers.

After finishing the porridge, he went to turn on the microwave oven and took out the heated milk. Yan Lu seemed to have sensed Ye Xiaorou's piercing gaze. He subconsciously looked back, only to see the scene of the woman lowering her head in a hurry, coaxing the child in her arms, and His son's gaze collided with his gaze.

The too quiet eyes made Yan Lv feel an inexplicable loneliness, which made him a little puzzled. Why did Xi Ke feel lonely even though they were all by Xi Ke's side? It was because they didn't walk into his son. heart?

Yan Lu lowered his head and poured hot milk for his son and wife.

At the moment when he was distracted, he didn't see Ye Xiaorou's pale fingertips from excessive force, which were malicious.

Didn't see Yan Xike lowered his eyes, his sad arc, his tightly pursed lips, quiet and stubborn.

The author has something to say:

The last world - the game of the Lord God is presented.

Setting: Survival in the last days, rampant zombies, fake father and son, fake technology,

Among them, the main cp Yan Xike X strict law, autism attack X mature and patient, young, strong, followed by a pair of deputy cp, as for the doubts in your mind, take your time, the mystery must be uncovered layer by layer smell. [smile face]

Because in the editorial notice copy, there are no three views, blackening, sickness, and cultivation... need to be revised, I think according to my update rhythm, I can only modify after writing