How a sick heartthrob can refuse love [Quick Transmigration]

The streets in small cities are very narrow, crowded with cars and people, and it’s raining, and there are umbrellas everywhere, making people breathless.A group of people were squeezed into the bus like twists and turns, and the wet, greasy and disgusting feeling unique to rainy days slipped back and forth among the group of people, until it reached Li Qingyou's mind.

He held a handful of baby's breath in his hand, a small bunch that he bought for three yuan.Dot one after another yellow and yellow, put it in and smell it, but there is no fragrance.Stars are tasteless, he thought.

He has an oval face, his lips are cinnabar mixed with citrus, his eyes and eyebrows are very slender, and his nose is neither high nor low.This face is very beautiful, inheriting his mother's advantages, it is classically weak, and it reminds people of Japanese white-faced geisha who put on makeup.Faintly, as if leaving no trace, after a few glances, it feels a bit abrupt.It's not exactly Qi Yan, but the whole face is lifeless, and it looks so mysterious that it makes people panic.

When the bus arrived at the stop, Li Qingyou rushed towards the bus door with his bare face.There were many people, and someone touched him while in disorder.But he couldn't turn his head back and was squeezed out of the car.

His gypsophila was also crushed.Those yellow dots stuck to other people's shoes.

His house is a rented house, tens of square meters, backlit, damp, cold, like a snake den.Ever since Qingyou can remember, it has been this house.His mother died early, tortured to death.

Qingyou is beautiful, so naturally his mother is also beautiful.But Qingyou's father is also very beautiful, yes, beautiful.The rich girl tasted the forbidden fruit with her adopted brother that year, hit it off, had a child, and was kicked out later.The Li family has a complex relationship with many children, and the rich girl's parents have long since died, and there is no one to protect her.Those who do this kind of thing have lost their ethics and cannot stay.

The two had no money, but the Li family cared about them a lot.Later, when Qingyou's mother was about to give birth, she discovered that Qingyou's father was pressed on the bed moaning/groaning, shameless in prostitution.That night, after giving birth to Qingyou, she collapsed and passed away.

Qing You stood at the top of the stairs, looking at her feet, wondering whether to step left or right first.Some classmates in the class said that his father was a butt seller, and so was he. Qing You thought about it and thought it was okay.He took a leap and stepped forward with both feet.

It was cloudy, very cold, and the corridors were opaque.Qing You opened the door and turned on the light, only to feel a little light.

The light bulb was extremely white, and so was the light, only the faint green of the crumbling glass bottles lying on the ground.The wine on the sofa cushion was wet and dry, and it was sticky like a layer of rice paste, festering day by day.

After clearing away the wine bottles on the floor, Qing You went to the kitchen to cook some food.After serving it on the table, I went to shake the drunk man awake.

The person on the sofa woke up groggy, with a headache and a burning stomach. He was not dead, but his body had a new core.

After being confused for a while, Lin Pianyou slowly opened his eyes, and the memories were staged like a movie scene, ending with a place of wine bottles, liquor, and dregs.At the same time, the plot of the novel slipped by, and he realized that he had changed the world again.

And his role is the cannon fodder fake father of the protagonist.

Not long after the cannon fodder father died drunk at home, the old lady of the Li family who hadn't lived well for a few years suddenly remembered from a corner of her mind that she had a great-grandson, and ordered someone to find it and take it home.Li Qingyou returned to the famous family, and it was eight years later when he appeared again.

And these eight years were enough for him to turn his life upside down.The events of that year, his biological father, property, conspiracy, everything unfolded in front of him.From the thick fog to the dawn, from the age of 14 to 22, the world was to him, piece by piece collapsed and then rebuilt layer by layer.

The leader of all accidents, the creator of the tragedy, the perverted villain, his biological father, lying on his back on his deathbed, laughing ferociously.

The son-in-law of one of the Li family's wealthy families loudly recounted his family history, recounted the joy when his hands pierced people's hearts, and recounted the softness of the bodies of the siblings who lost their father and mother.

Li Qingyou suddenly smiled when he thought of his mother who collapsed after opening the door, and his father who died while drunk.

The person on the bed was still talking, and at the end of the story, he was not reconciled, and pointed at Li Qingyou and began to curse.He hated himself for taking Li Qingyou back, and hated the injustice of heaven.He emptied the Li family and possessed supreme power, but in the end he had no children.None of this would have happened if his mistresses had been of any use.And this evil species can only rot and die in the gutter.

Qingyou admired this dying struggle.At the end of the dirty life is a dung beetle rolling a ball of dung, making a big splash in its own world.

Tired of listening, he picked up the syringe and added another dose of medicine to the man.

The next day, news spread that the son-in-law of the wealthy family died in a fierce battle with Onomo.Qing You sat alone in Li's mansion, watching the sky turn from dark to light.

The sun still rises.

The dead are not entitled to live.

·

Lin Pianyou regained his thoughts, looked at the boy in front of him, and sighed almost inaudibly.

Life seems very long, but the first 20 years have decided a lot.Unfortunate fate is hidden in the joys and sorrows of childhood.The family environment, parental character, and family relationship are all unsatisfactory.

Eight years later, Li Qingyou, who is sitting on countless money, but her heart is as empty as a black hole with nothing to fill, is she really happy?

Pianyou supported the sofa and sat up, her body ached and exhausted.Even though the food in front of him looked red, green and delicious, he didn't have the mood to eat it.

Qing You seemed to have gotten used to it, so she just picked some dishes and brought them to feed.

The spoon was handed to his mouth, and he moved his head, and the spoon moved with his mouth, and not a single grain of rice fell out.

Pianyou frowned slightly, the spoon kept touching his mouth, there was a tendency for the spoon to stick to his mouth if he didn't open his mouth to eat.

He turned his head to look at Li Qingyou, and Li Qingyou's face under the light added a bit of sadness.The two were silent, like two white ghosts in the narrow room.After a long silence, he still opened his mouth and ate it.

The original owner has not been out of the house for many years.Nearly [-] years old, but has been living on a little fund left by his former adoptive parents that has not been taken away.I don't have much money, and I barely make ends meet.He has been living in his own world, curled up, pale, and festering.Even Li Qing was raised by some kind neighbors and neighbors when she was young.

When Li Qing grew up, the original owner was even more reluctant to go out.He drank silently, starved silently, and lived silently in his own world.

But he was still so beautiful, neither his pale body nor his rotten soul could take away his beauty.Poverty cannot, neither can years.He seemed to be frozen forever at the age of 15.

He was still growing up that year, and he was dead that year.

Qing You scooped up another spoonful, and Pianyou opened her mouth to chew slowly.There is still more than a month left before Li Qingyou is taken back, and Pianyou also feels that this body will not last long.

I have been intoxicated in the time of rotten self-spite for more than ten years, and traces of gloomy decay have spread all over my body.Even if the moon is printed backwards in the pitted gutters, the dirty green water will not be clean.

Curling up in a dark corner has become an instinct, and contact with others will only aggravate the spurning of self.The glamorous, long-sleeved and danceable appearance of others is so shocking that everyone living in the world has become a proof of their own incompatibility.

But before the age of 15, he was also a glamorous teenager, and he also had the desire and rebellion of every teenager.

He once climbed to the highest peak of the mountain, saw the half-brightness of the clouds in the sky, and he was also half-brightness between the sky and the earth in a trance.

He thought it was eternity.

·

Lin Pianyou slept for a while after eating, and when she woke up, Li Qingyou was no longer there.

The room was groggy and the light was pale.Not interested in staying any longer, Lin Pianyou dug out some money from the closet and decided to go out for a walk.

At night, the corridor is very dark.Lin Pianyou stomped her foot, and the light came on.The hazy yellow light shines down, and the stairs are extended one after another.

After going downstairs, Lin Pianyou turned out of the alleyway after making seven turns and eight turns.In the middle of the night, the rain had stopped, but the puddles on the ground started to work.After stepping on several pits in a row, Pianyou decided not to avoid the puddles.

I saw that the water in every puddle was equally dirty, but when I stepped on it, I realized that some puddles were slightly soft, while others were hard.

He stepped in, kicked the sewage, stepped out, and the water overflowed from the shoe again.Full of gaps, like the moon in the sky.

If there really is Chang'e in the moon, she should step into the puddles with me.Lin Pianyou thought proudly, after all, he forgot all the light reflection knowledge he learned in junior high school.

After successfully pedaling the [-]th puddle, he managed to dye his pants the color of liberalism.The gray is black, the black is brown, and there are occasional splashes of round beads, dripping out countless popular polka dots.

Fortunately, he finally arrived at his destination.

I took the certificate and money to open a single room, and spent some time on the Internet to find the feel, and then I got back the feeling of being in country M before.I went there for a few years in a certain life, doing nothing to study network technology.The technology in this world is still relatively backward. I went to foreign websites several times, broke the firewall, found a few bugs, and sent the revision program with the bank card number.There are rules in the circle, and I believe those companies will send money for follow-up cooperation or other considerations.

After leaving the Internet cafe, it was already midnight, and Lin Pianyou didn't plan to go back.Li Qingyou has his own life to go, so sitting alone in the house and becoming a rich man is also a choice.

As for Lin Pianyou, he privately thought that it was best for him to disappear.

This world is the world of people, as well as the world of flowers and trees, mountains and seas.Be a drop of water by blending into the sea of ​​people, and be a flower by blending into the world.Now that he was free, and his life was coming to an end, dying in an avalanche was better than dying in a hut, vast, ethereal, and empty.

"I want to go back by the wind, but I'm afraid that Qionglou Yuyu will be too cold at the heights." He is not afraid of the cold, but he is a little lonely.

There is always a kind of loneliness in this world, which cannot be filled by anything.It is not emptiness, nor loneliness, it seems to be a sense of alienation and insignificance facing the world, life, oneself and the whole universe, and it seems to be an emptiness with nowhere to put the soul.

Faced with this kind of loneliness, family affection cannot be filled, friendship cannot be filled, and love cannot be filled.But the mountains, seas, flowers, plants, forests, these silent creatures always bring him a lot of comfort.

"Flowers are similar every year, but people are different every year."

With a long sigh, he opened a small hotel, bathed and slept until dawn.

What happened afterwards seemed to be no different from the original text.Those vitriolic, ups and downs, bloody stories are staged in life time and time again.Dust covering money, desire, class, condescension, arrogance, conspiracy, demons, death, etc., was raised up again and again, and fell lightly again and again.

The sunlight passes through the sea, forest, grassland, glacier, and also through Li Qingyou's hands.His hands shone slightly in the sun, smudged translucent orange-pink.

Sitting alone in Li's mansion, he remembered that when he came home that evening, he sprinkled a handful of stars, packed up wine bottles, and fed someone to eat.

Memories poured down one after another, and those gloomy and dark things began to fade.The hazy phantom, the obsessed past, and the hazy fog circled in his mind.Innumerable circles, one within one, one within another...

He stood up abruptly and walked towards Li's gate step by step.

The door is big and tall, and the sharp top glows with a dark cold light.

It took him some effort to push the door open.But the sun shines in after all.

He's only 22 years old, and he's only lived a quarter or a fifth of his life.

He can totally start over.

Cry like a newborn baby, then plunge headfirst into the arms of the world.

It's never too late, he thought.