Transmigration of our generation is not good

Sikong Bochen's marriage was getting closer, and Bai Haobin felt a little apprehensive, he didn't even want to go to the front lobby, it was well furnished and the new house was settled, every time he passed by there, he had to go around.

Sikong Bochen has almost recovered, and there is no serious physical problem, but he still can't get over the hurdle psychologically, and now he seems to have let go a lot, at least he can show a smiling face.

"You don't want him to get married?" Lan watched Bai Haobin huddled under the quilt, and even if he didn't pay attention to him, he could still find something strange about him.

"No." Bai Haobin's voice came from under the quilt, muffled.

"Really." Lan didn't ask anymore, he never had that habit.

Bai Haobin was bored under the quilt for a long time before showing his head, "If one day I become not me, what will you do?"

"It's not you?" Lan immediately grasped the point, "Can you still become someone else?"

"What if?" Bai Haobin grabbed Lan's front, "What are you going to do?"

"No way." Lan stared at Bai Haobin for a while, "You are you."

"I..." Bai Haobin opened his mouth. He couldn't tell the truth, but he was very afraid. If Qiao Jiexu really existed, if one day he regained his body, would he disappear completely, or would he return? The original world?He doesn't know the answer, so he is afraid of the unknown.

"Okay, it's getting late, go to bed." After Lan patted Bai Haobin's back, he subconsciously pulled him into his arms.

Bai Haobin leaned against Lan's chest, lost in his own thoughts, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the actions of the two of them.

Sikong Bochen closed the book, took a deep breath, and threw the book in his hand back forcefully. At the same time, he quickly rushed to the wall, took off his saber, and turned to point at the person who came.

The man held the book in his hand and put it gently on the table. When he saw him, he twitched his mouth, "Are you okay?"

"What are you doing here?!" Sikong Bochen asked coldly, his star pupils were full of frost.

"Aren't you going to get married?" Yan Sanqing took out a small box from the bundle behind him and put it on the table, "I gave you some congratulatory gifts."

"No need!" Sikong Bochen suddenly felt unbearable. There are many things that Yan Sanqing gave him in this room, only three copies of out-of-print books, the rare emerald flute in the world, the precious jade that can only be found in the palace, and the works of famous masters. The inkstone, and even the sword in his hand, were made by a world-renowned swordsmith. The swordsmith had a weird temper. The weapons he forged were never sold, but only given to friends. He asked for it several times but failed to get it.

"I think you really need it." Yan Sanqing looked at Sikong Bochen, and Sikong Bochen also looked at him. For the first time, he noticed that Yan Sanqing was not outstanding, but had a pair of very beautiful lips. His ordinariness multiplied his charm.

"I don't want to see you!" Sikong Bochen looked away, "Don't appear in front of me again!"

"I will." Yan Sanqing approached Sikong Bochen, Sikong Bochen's body froze, and subconsciously swung his sword, Yan Sanqing dodged lightly, and at the same time waved Sikong Bochen, a few small flying swords The knife flew from his hand to Sikong Bochen, Sikong Bochen hurriedly jumped out of the hidden weapon, but was still cut off a few strands of hair, he looked at Yan Sanqing incredulously, but saw Yan Sanqing Sanqing reached out to catch those few strands of hair, and waved his hand, "I won't appear in front of you again, finally..." After a pause, looking at Sikong Bochen, he wanted to deeply impress his appearance. Imprinted in my mind, "I wish you happiness." As soon as the words fell, the person disappeared from the window, and Sikong Bochen chased after him, only to see the thick night outside.

Putting down the sword in his hand, Sikong Bochen walked towards the table. He hesitated for a moment before opening the maroon wooden box. He was stunned for a moment. The red material was faintly golden against the light. He picked it up. There is a gold blowing master who can blow the melted gold into the thickness of silk thread, and then use the gold thread to make clothes. When you go to a place with light, it will shine faintly, which is very beautiful.

Fingers are gradually tightening, what does this mean?Give him happy clothes.Sikong Bochen smiled sarcastically, and threw the clothes on the table, did he want him to wear this to get married?Okay, let him wear it for him to see!

The day when Sikong Bochen got married was getting closer and closer, Bai Haobin tried his best to suppress the discomfort in his heart, Sikong Bochen was going to get married, he couldn't give nothing away, he was just about to change his mind, so he planned to draw a picture for Sikong Bochen This portrait, from the background, to the expressions of the characters, and the details of the clothing, did not miss a single detail. When it was finished, he thought about it, bought a lot of colors, painted them one by one, and stayed up for three days before finally completing it. Very surprised.

Tomorrow is the day of Sikong Bochen's marriage, after Bai Haobin had dinner, he took the painting to Sikong Bochen's room, Sikong Bochen opened it and was stunned in surprise.

In the painting, Sikong Bochen looks up at the sky slightly with a faint smile. The background is a yard with two maple trees planted in the yard. The maple leaves are as red as fire, reflecting the golden orange sunset in the evening. The clouds are red, and the layers are faintly dyed, and the stars in the distant sky seem to be twinkling.

"This is me?" Sikong Bochen looked at the person in the painting, he could only think of the word "beautiful".

"What do you think?" Bai Haobin looked at Sikong Bochen expectantly, "Do you like it?"

"..." Sikong Bochen was deeply shocked by the people in the painting. Apart from the excessive realism, he seemed to be able to feel the faint melancholy in the faint smiles of the people in the painting.

"It took me a lot of time." Bai Haobin yawned, "I'll go back to sleep first, you're getting married tomorrow, I need to be in good spirits."

"En." Sikong Bochen responded, but still couldn't take his eyes off the painting. Seeing that he liked him so much, Bai Haobin also felt happy. He walked outside, and when he reached the corner, he saw a few people busy. Feeling depressed immediately, he hurried back to the room. Lan was still in the room. Seeing him, Bai Haobin heaved a sigh of relief, walked over and asked, "Do you want to take a bath?"

"Wash." Lan glanced at him, and handed him the black cat in his hand, "Let's find someone to look after it tomorrow."

"Then I'll ask Tweety to watch it." Bai Haobin said, Tweety is a maid who cleans the yard, so she probably won't be there tomorrow.

"En." Lan responded, Bai Haobin went out and asked someone to boil water for them, the two of them fell asleep after washing, in the middle of the night, Lan heard a slight movement, he opened his eyes, took a look and hugged tightly Bai Haobin, who was holding on to him, didn't move, and closed his eyes after the voice passed, at least he wasn't here to trouble him.

Early the next morning, Bai Haobin was woken up by the movement outside, and Lan woke up too. He yawned, washed up, had breakfast, picked out good clothes, and sat waiting for the time to be seated.

When it was almost noon, the servants invited them to the front hall, there were already many people there, Bai Haobin's position was arranged in the room, next to Sikong and his wife, so he could see everything around him clearly.

Papa Sikong seemed to be very nervous, and kept staring outside. Compared with him, Madam Sikong was much calmer, but she could also see a little joy from her eyebrows and eyes.

"It's an auspicious time, welcoming the newcomers!" A shrill voice sounded, and seeing Sikong Bochen walking in with a covered man holding a colored ball, Bai Haobin suddenly felt blinded, what the hell, the groom is beautiful If this is the case, what should the bride do? At the same time, there is also a tight pain in her heart.

"Worship heaven and earth."

"Two thanks to the high hall."

"Happy husband and wife."

Accompanied by the yelling, Bai Haobin felt his heart hurt more and more, and his eyes began to blur. When he heard the word Li Cheng, his eyes went dark, and he fell to the ground.

Lan was startled, quickly picked up Bai Haobin, and said, "I'll take him back to his room to rest."

Back in the room, Lan put Bai Haobin on the bed, saw that his forehead was full of sweat, and his body was getting colder and colder, so he helped him up again, put his hands on his back, now he had to lose to him He used some internal strength to keep his body temperature from dropping, because he couldn't be distracted, so when the black cat came in and jumped on Bai Haobin's lap, he ignored it.

Lan gradually felt powerless, opened his eyes, and withdrew his hands. Bai Haobin's body did not warm up at all, and the sky outside also darkened. He let out a breath, got out of bed and drank a glass of water.

Suddenly, he felt that the silence outside was strange. He walked out, and a bloody smell filled his nose. The front yard was on fire, and it seemed that it would spread here soon. He looked around and said decisively. Holding Bai Haobin in his arms, grabbed the burden, jumped out on the outer wall, and then quickly ran away. He didn't know how long he ran. He looked back and saw the flames rising into the sky. Looking at the flames for a while, the black cat stood beside him, its amber eyes narrowed slightly, Lan pursed his lips, turned and left, the black cat stayed in place for a while, and ran in the direction of Lan , disappeared into the night in a few strokes.