After marrying a cold-blooded male lead, I became a European [Transmigration Book]

"What is a soul?" The immature voice asked timidly.

"The soul is a voice," another voice replied gently. "It is invisible and intangible like air. Even if a part of it is lost, no one else can know it."

"What would happen without a soul?"

"I will be calmer, smarter, and better able to protect myself."

Colder, more cunning, more selfish.

The little boy clenched his fleshy little fists and mustered up the courage to raise his head, "Then I only need to give half of my soul to cure my brother's illness?"

The bony shadow turned slightly to the front, "Almost. How old is Xiao Xun this year?"

The little boy stretched out four fingers, "Four years old."

"Does Xiao Xun think four years is long?" The gentleness of that voice was filled with gloom, which chilled people's hearts.

The tears on the little boy's face were still wet, shimmering in the moonlight.

For a child of his age, four days is a long time, let alone four years?

"My brother is very sick. He came to Yangcheng from Yundu to treat his illness, but now he fell into the water and caught a cold. If he doesn't treat well this time, he may have to go to a far away place soon."

"A place far away..." The little boy remembered that his mother had gone to a place far away.

If you go, you won't come back.

Can't see it anymore.

"That's right, does Xiao Xun like elder brother?" Ying Ying slightly bowed to him and asked.

The little boy nodded vigorously, "I like my brother the most."

As he spoke, he emphasized in a low voice, "Brother Niuniu, not Brother Heng."

Shadow's voice was a little older, and he smiled lowly, "Then put half of Xiao Xun's soul on Brother Niuniu, and he can add 16 years to his life, are you willing?"

Sixteen years, that's four times the boy's current life, sounds like forever.

very long.

"But how can I give my soul to my brother?" the little boy asked worriedly.

"It's easy," Shadow said softly, "wait a while, you go to brother's room,..."

He explained in a low voice, gently rubbing the top of the little boy's hair, "After you finish this task, you and your brother will still be good friends, but you don't want to remember this unhappy thing, right?"

The little boy wasn't sure, he tightened and loosened his grip on his shorts.

"My brother fell into the swimming pool because of Xiaoxun," Shadow reminded him, "Should you be brave for your brother's sake?"

"It's not that I don't want to give my soul to my brother," the little boy lowered his head, "I'm just worried that if I don't do well, his illness won't get better."

"There is a very simple test method," Shadow leaned into his ear, whispered a few words, and finally said: "Go."

The little boy twisted his little butt and struggled up the wooden stairs.

It was very late at night, and the servants at home had already rested.

When he was about to reach the bedroom, the little boy stepped lightly and pushed the door open a narrow gap.

The night light was turned on in the room, and the night watchman was dozing by the bed.

The little boy walked lightly to the side of the bed and leaned over to check his brother who was sleeping on the bed.

The boy on the bed was extremely thin, his cheeks and eye sockets were sunken, and his lips were pale and chapped like dry roses.

The detector made a small buzzing sound, and the small red light flashed on and off.

Following the example of an adult, he reached out and touched his brother's forehead, but he couldn't figure out why, so he put it down in frustration.

The boy on the bed woke up a little bit, and looked at him sleepily, "Xiao Xun?"

He yelled at the little boy, and immediately twitched aggrievedly, and quickly held back, "Brother, does it hurt?"

Today, when he and his elder brother were pulled out of the water, he saw the adults press hard on his elder brother's chest and prick him with thick needles.

"It doesn't hurt, it's okay," the boy smiled weakly, "Is it cold? Do you want to come up and sleep with me?"

The little boy tried his best to hold back his tears, "Brother, I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault," the boy gave way to a space and patted it lightly, "Come up, don't catch a cold."

The little boy grabbed the edge of the bed and got under the quilt.

My brother has a nice soapy smell, but he is very thin, and it hurts him to hold him.

The temperature is also shallow, and it seems to be fleeting.

The little boy buried his face on his elder brother's chest, tried his best to hold back his sobs, and whispered, "Brother, brother."

Don't die, please.

"It's okay, don't be afraid," the boy took off the blindfold that was already wet from crying for the little boy, and gently rubbed his eyes, "Aren't you the best captain? I will accompany you wherever you sail You, okay?" After finishing speaking, he couldn't help coughing softly.

The little boy cried and nodded, "Brother, stop talking, you sleep, you rest."

"Then you will sleep with me today, okay?" The boy patted the little boy on the back, "Don't be afraid, brother is here."

The little boy curled up in his brother's arms and quickly warmed the bed.

The boy's spirit was very poor, and he fell asleep after a while.

But he slept very restlessly, breathing hard from time to time while pressing his chest.

The little boy hugged his waist, and when he looked up, he could see his struggling throat.

"Brother doesn't feel bad anymore," the little boy's voice gradually became firmer, "I give you my soul, and brother doesn't feel bad anymore."

The moonlight was still soft, and the boy's heavy breathing was mixed with the regular snoring of the nurse.

The little boy raised his head slightly, and his mouth was right in the middle of the boy's collarbone.

His small brows were wrinkled in pain, and his fleshy little hands were tightly grasping the quilt.

There was endless pain suppressed in his throat.

He could even feel that something very important had left his body, leaving some big empty holes that seemed to be unable to be filled with anything.

But the shadow said, you can't let your brother know, you can't wake him up.

As long as the brother is alive, nothing matters.

I don't know how long it took before the little boy lost his strength and let go of the boy.

He wiped away his tears with the back of his hand, and looked at the boy's neck for the first time.

It was exactly as Shadow said.

There was an extra tiny red dot that was almost easily missed.

Contains the ardor of another soul.

The little boy didn't bother to wipe away his tears, and whispered to those who couldn't hear: "Brother, I gave you half of my soul."

He was nostalgic for the gradually warm embrace, and he felt happy and regretful when he heard the boy's breathing became calm and relaxed.

Sorry but not for myself.

He buried his face in his brother's arms, unwilling to leave for a long time.

But he also remembered another sentence that Shadow said to him, touched his eyes sadly, and rubbed himself off the bed with difficulty.

"Goodbye, brother, don't get sick again in the future."

Xu Yiden rolled around on the bed twice, and found himself lying on Lin Xun's half of the bed again.

It's unbelievable, what an honest person he sleeps in!

"Last night..." Xu Yiden arched his head under the quilt, a little bit reluctant to part with the warmth, and there was still Lin Xun's unique breath inside.

After inhaling that good smell enough, Xu Yiden almost woke up.

He remembered.

He was knocked out by Lin Xun last night.

literal meaning.

He remembered the hard, hairy feel of the pool table, and the warm, wobbling lights.

Lin Xun smelled of tobacco, and his hands were gentle and strong, holding his waist firmly.

Xu Yiden turned over, hugged Lin Xun's pillow in his arms, and plunged into it.

The male protagonist is the glory of creation, so captivating in every way.

Xu Yiden felt that if he could successfully return to his original world, this would definitely be regarded as an epic love-like experience.

If he hadn't been prepared to be alone for a long time, maybe he would have to worry about Lin Xun's vision being overexploited, and it would be difficult to look at others from then on.

After happily taking a shower in the bathroom, Xu Yiden put on his bathrobe and was about to go downstairs to eat Uncle Chen's hearty breakfast, but found that the bedroom door was locked from the outside.

At first, he thought the door was stuck, so he pulled it hard a few times, but he couldn't open it, so he knocked on the door a few times, "Uncle Chen? Xiaoqu?"

"Hey, I'm here, Mr. Xiao is awake?" Uncle Chen answered outside, "Are you hungry? Do you have milk yellow buns or fried pancakes in the morning? Mister asked me to prepare them."

"You open the door, and I'll go downstairs to eat." Xu Yiden was a little puzzled, "Is the door broken?"

"The door...it's a little inconvenient to open now," Chen Bo's voice sounded a bit embarrassed, "I don't have a key."

"No key?" Xu Yiden was even more confused, "Where is the key?"

Uncle Chen didn't answer directly, but he made it clear, "Mr. has gone out and will be back soon."

The co-author was Lin Xun who locked him up.

"Why?" Xu Yiden was a little unconvinced, "I went out to play for a while yesterday, and now he locks me in the room?"

"It should be," Chen Bo smiled and acted as a peacemaker, "Don't worry, sir. I was so anxious yesterday."

"I haven't gone far either," Xu Yiden sat on the bed in frustration, "Do you still have any human rights?"

"Little Mister..." Uncle Chen seemed to want to continue persuading him.

But Xu Yiden couldn't listen at all at the beginning, so he didn't notice the sound of footsteps slowly pressing up the stairs, and continued to complain endlessly: "Is he my father or my mother? My father and my mother have neither." You've got me in this way... I don't want to stay at home anymore, I want to go out."

Uncle Chen outside the door heard Xu Yiden muttering inside, and he didn't dare to look up at Lin Xun who had just gone upstairs, let alone remind the little mouth that kept chattering inside.

"Bullying people..." Xu Yiden groaned angrily, "I ran as soon as I ran, and when he opened the door, I ran as hard as I could, until he couldn't find him anywhere!"

With a sound of "bang", Lin Xun directly twisted the old wooden door from the door frame, hanging on one side.

Lin Xun was carrying two or three breakfast bags in his hand, including soy milk fritters, and egg-filled pancakes, all of which Xu Yiden owned in his dream yesterday.

I don't know how much saliva Lin Xun's pajamas took for them.

Xu Yiden watched with a guilty conscience that Lin Xun set up a small table on the bed, and put all kinds of breakfast on it, not daring to vent his breath.

After breakfast was set, Lin Xun took out a pair of steel handcuffs from his pocket, and without a word, handcuffed Xu Yiden to himself.

Before Xu Yiden could recover, Lin Xun had already hugged him on his lap.

Lin Xun didn't look at him, picked up the soy milk and took a sip by himself, "Run, run hard."

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