Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

, "Cheng Yimo, are you okay?"

Hearing the familiar voice, Cheng Yimo's body froze first, then slowly raised his head.

Chu Jingran's pupils tightened, and he couldn't help showing his shock and heartache, but also mixed with a lot of anger.

Although he knew that this time the person must be very miserable, otherwise he would not have been admitted to the hospital, but Chu Jingran did not expect it to be so miserable.

There was no normal skin tone on the entire face, either bruises or blood stains, most of the white T-shirt on his body was soaked in dark colors, and there were still clearly visible footprints on the clothes on his abdomen.

The person sitting on the bench at this moment is still looking straight at him with those eyes that are not at all hazy, and there is not even a trace of blame in them.

Looking at the person in front of him who showed an angry expression in front of him for the first time, Cheng Yimo felt warm in his heart, opened his lips and called out: "Teacher Ji."

The simple three words brought back Chu Jingran's mood, "How did you make it like this?" After speaking, Chu Jingran seemed to have thought of something, and blurted out reflexively, "Your dad beat you again?"

Cheng Yimo pursed his lips and nodded under Yuren's scrutinizing eyes. Seeing this, Chu Jingran immediately took out his mobile phone, "I can't go on pampering and raising rape like this, I have to call the police."

Just when he was about to dial the number, he suddenly held down Chu Jingran's dialing movement with one hand, and when he looked up, it was Cheng Yimo who was opposite him.

In Chu Jingran's puzzled eyes, Cheng Yimo's eyes were full of pleading cautiously, "Don't call the police, Dad...I don't want to."

Chu Jingran said angrily: "I didn't beat you like this on purpose. This is not the first time. Cheng Yimo, do you have a hole in your head? You are still defending him now. If you continue to indulge him like this, he will I will really kill you!"

Facing the furious Chu Jingran, Cheng Yimo fell silent, and a low and hoarse voice came out, "... Teacher Ji, I'm sorry."

Taking a deep breath, Chu Jingran heaved his chest, "You shouldn't say sorry to me, the person you are most sorry for is yourself."

There was a gap of nearly three seconds, and a low and trembling voice came, "I know, but...he is already...the last family member in this world of mine."

The red-rimmed boy raised his crystal eyes, "Although he beats me all the time now, he was very kind to me when I was young. He would make me toys, ride me as a horse, and take me to the park to play." , and will buy me candies... I remember all of these, so even if he hits me now, in my heart, he is still my father."

"But if he is lost too, I will really be left alone in this world, so, teacher... Please, don't call the police."

All Chu Jingran's reproachful words stuck in his throat when his eyes touched those tear-filled eyes, and he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, he seems to understand why Cheng Yi Mo Yu has a character like a virgin in the play, who never expects anything in return.

This is the disease!

Seeing such a fragile, loveless and sick child, Chu Jingran's face was filled with endless distress, he carefully embraced him in his arms, patted him on the back as if coaxing a child, and said softly: "You will not be alone. Alone, from now on, you still have a teacher."

So, the protagonist, I am so kind to you now, when the time comes to let you have some blood or something, you must treat your own father like you do not care about the past.

Cheng Yimo was stunned the moment he was gently and carefully held in his arms, he really needed Ji Chenru's sympathy and love, but he never expected that the other party would make such a gentle move.

The gentle strength of the opponent's hand on the back comforted him over and over again. It was clearly extremely light and careful gentleness, but at this moment, his heart was beaten over and over again like a drum beating. It was clearly the touch of a layer of cloth , but it seemed to carry an extremely scorching temperature.

What lingered in his nose was the smell that belonged to him alone. It was shallow and pleasant, as if it could wash away the bloody smell that made him sick. Uncontrollably, Cheng Yimo raised his hand to embrace it. The waist of the person on the opposite side was tightly gripped by the arms, slender and fragile, and the whole face was buried in it.

Every breath, the tip of the nose is full of his smell, contaminating his whole body.

Plop, plop, the beating frequency of the heart seems to be getting faster and faster, with an unknown throbbing that seems to want to jump out of the throat.

The eyes of the person buried in his arms slowly opened, the superficial camouflage faded away, and the clear eyes gradually revealed the darkness and profundity hidden in the depths.

A pair of eyes that are extremely inconsistent with the boy's real age, a pair of eyes that are incomprehensible and full of negative emotions, and a pair of eyes that contain fiery and faint confusion and obsession.

Adhering to the principle of being a good teacher, Chu Jingran caressed 'Little Cabbage' Cheng Yimo's back and said warmly: "I can promise you, but I have a request."

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