All for Rebirth [Quick Transmigration]

It gets dark very quickly.

In Fen's house, two people, one big and one small, were still sitting facing each other, eating.

Yes, still cake.

Cold, greasy, the kind of cake that exudes a sweet fragrance.

In fact, Song Pei didn't really want to eat, so he held his chin and stuffed it slowly into his mouth, mouthful by mouthful.

And look at the kid on the opposite side, they are not picky at all.

Keep your head down and eat right there, very fast.

Biting his fork, Song Pei turned his head sideways and looked at the stack of five boxes on the side table, all of which were filled with cakes.

I'm a little curious, how did this kid get so many things back?

Qing Mo made a gesture in his heart, four on one side, um, the height of stacking seems to be up to the waist of the child.

Thinking about it, I heard a bang.

The fork she was biting, missed, and fell on the plate, making a loud noise.

There was a pause with Lingshou, but it was just that. After the pause, the work in hand continued, and he didn't even have the intention to take a look at Song Pei.

Song Pei sighed and reached out to put the fork in order.

Don't eat it.

I can't eat anymore.

He leaned back, straightened his waist, and reached out to take the drawing board.

Well, she still needs to study with the child how to get there.

The red crayons marked their current locations, the green ones marked the one she chose in the southwest, and the blue ones represented several other places.

Tutuhuahua, finally got the map out.

That's right, it's too abstract, and I don't know if children can understand it.

Holding the crayon, Song Pei considered whether to add something to it.

Well, add some yellow dots, more here, less there, um, here and here, it's almost the same.

Close the pen.

Satisfied, Song Pei picked up the drawing board and looked at it, it was good.

Turning around and turning to face the child, Song Pei said, "Look."

The child just finished eating, so he glanced at it.

Song Pei was quite excited and asked, "How is it?"

The child glanced at her and said nothing.

Smack, smack, um, it shouldn't be a criticism, right?

No, it seems that there is no meaning of praise.

Song Pei looked down at the painting, this painting is not bad, isn't it that bad?

She explained to the children, well, this is a map.

The child looked again, but still didn't speak.

Song Pei did not give up, and continued to explain to the children by pointing to each color.

Where is this piece, where is that piece, and I brought out all the information on the map in the file and told her.

The child's face has always been expressionless, so there is no way to judge whether she understands or understands.

Song Pei licked his lips, a little dry, and asked, "Am I clear?"

When the child saw it, he lowered his eyes and went to get the red crayon.

Drawn from them, a curve is neatly connected to the temporary shelter base in the southwest direction.

Avoid places where the yellow dots are too dense.

Song Pei was very satisfied.

Take a look, isn't my painting very good? Everyone understands it.

He Ling put down the pen.

Song Pei glanced at the red line, and asked again: "How do we get there?"

He Ling thought for a while in silence, then shook his head, expressing that he didn't know.

Strange.

Is there something this kid doesn't know?

Song Pei touched the edge of the drawing board, the band-aids wrapped around his fingers were still there.

As a child, you should look a little bit like a child to be cute.

Putting the drawing board back, coughing, Song Pei said, "Go out to find a car tomorrow, and we will drive there."

He Ling nodded, quietly.

Song Pei looked at her bangs, pursed her lips, and said you come here.

He Ling didn't move and didn't want to talk to her.

Sighing, the scissors started, and Song Pei moved to He Ling.

Well, close your eyes, don't worry, I won't cut your eyelashes.

Hey, your eyelashes are really long, not only long, but also upturned.

No, no, I'd better pick it up and cut it, don't turn around and actually cut it.

Close your eyes!

I cut it.

Crack-crack-crack-crack.

A bunch of hair fell out and scattered all over the place.

Hey, don't open your eyes, I'll show you off.

Huhuhu, okay, open it.

When He Ling opened his eyes, he felt that the eyelids seemed to be a little lighter and brighter.

Song Pei smiled happily, grinning, and praised himself there, "How is it, isn't it good?"

Carry the spoon on your back and hold it in front of Heling, let her look at it like a mirror.

He Ling raised his eyes and looked at the person reflected in the cold metal.

strangeness.

There is a faint vitality.

Not like her anymore.

The exposed eyes are very dark, especially when compared with the skin, the black is almost shiny.

Song Pei took the spoon away and went to see for himself.

Hey, isn't this a cute little girl?

Well, sure enough, once the hair is cut, it will be different.

He gestured to Heling's messy and loose hair, it can grow longer, and it should be enough to tie it up.

Song Pei smiled and said to her, let me tie your hair.

He Ling didn't speak, but stood up immediately.

Today has changed a lot, she needs some time.

Song Pei said that this is where it is.

Hey, I see that when you came here today, it seemed that you looked down on me, a person who likes to follow everywhere, all over the world, huh?

It's okay.

While you were out, I discovered this pink house.

Guess what I found?

He Ling didn't look at her, and didn't want to answer the question.

Song Pei didn't want her to answer either, but just said it sentence by sentence, just for her to hear.

I found this place. There are a lot of clothes, and you can wear them. Of course, they are all pink.

Heling didn't listen, so he interrupted her and said, "Sleep."

Song Peite was generous and said to sleep, the bathroom is over there, wash up before going to sleep.

He Ling went.

After washing, he came out with the same gray clothes.

Song Pei raised his eyebrows and asked her, "Did you wash it?"

Tell bell to wash it.

Song Pei thought about it, and moved to the bathroom with a stick. The steam hadn't dissipated, but the little pink pajamas she hung there hadn't moved at all, and it was still firmly in place.

Coming out with a stick, Song Pei glanced at He Ling who was already sleeping on the bed wrapped in clothes, and curled his mouth.

It's okay, I will wear it sooner or later, waiting for you.

Sitting next to the cake again, Song Pei continued to dig the cake.

She can't sleep.

As soon as he sleeps, he will forget about Jiang Han.

But, she doesn't really want to forget it yet.

Anyway, it took her ten respawn points to save it, right?

Then she wants to keep an account, isn't it right?

The system told her that for humane considerations, the memory deletion will be done while she is sleeping.

In this way, she is equivalent to having a dream.

Forget about it when you wake up from the dream.

What a normal thing.

Let's be sweet, right?

Song Pei gave it two characters.

Ha ha.

You guys are so considerate, you posted it until I didn’t even have this request, so you got it for me, I’m so happy, hahaha.

The system stopped talking.

I leaned on the cake for more than an hour, stood up and swayed and disappeared for two or three hours, sat down in a daze for an hour, and finally fell asleep leaning on the sofa.

Patting his face, Song Pei stood up.

Can't sleep can't sleep.

Looking back at the child on the bed, eyes closed, breathing evenly, asleep.

Gently leaning on a stick, Song Pei opened the door and went out.

The living room was completely dark, only the light from the moon came in, illuminating the two lying on the floor.

Song Pei looked at the two of them and was suddenly happy.

Hey, she must have become like this in Jiang Han's place, right?

He was upright, icy cold, without breathing or heartbeat, just lying there.

When the deputy general walked in, he saw Jiang Han sitting next to the ice cabin with his hands on it, as if he didn't feel the cold at all.

Jiang Han has been in this state ever since the person lying in the ice cabin lost his heartbeat.

The deputy general frowned, walked to Jiang Han's side, "General."

Without looking at him, Jiang Han frowned and asked what was the matter.

The voice was very soft, as if afraid of waking someone up.

The lieutenant gritted his teeth and said, "You can't come back from the dead, you shouldn't do that again."

Jiang Han's originally gentle face immediately turned cold, just like the temperature of the ice cabin.

"Who are you talking to?"

The deputy general clenched his fists, stopped talking about this, and mentioned another matter, saying that someone outside was looking for her.

Jiang Han touched the watch on his wrist, his expression softened again, and he asked who it was.

The lieutenant general said he didn't know, the person who came claimed to be Erqi, and there was an old man.

Jiang Han said he got it, and took them to the living room.

The lieutenant saluted and said yes.

Jiang Han stood up, bent down and touched the man's face across the ice cabin.

The tone was extremely soft, and he said, Anan, I'll go out for a while, and I'll be back to accompany you soon, okay?

After a pause for a few seconds, she said again, um, got it, be good, I'll be back soon.

In the room, even the air is quiet.

Only Jiang Han's voice sounded from time to time, with questions and answers, full of patience and gentleness.

The deputy general led the people to the living room and asked, please don't mention my wife when you talk to the general.

Nan Bunian frowned, can't even mention it?

The lieutenant general glanced at her, feeling a little familiar, but he had never seen this face before, and neither did the old man.

He just said, "Yes."

After speaking, he left.

The old man touched the handrail and said, "Is it really that serious?"

Nan Bunian smiled and said, "Did you forget the injury on my body?"

The old man looked back at her and said nothing.

He really didn't expect it.

When Nan Bunian was taken back by him, he had a gunshot wound on his shoulder, and the blood flowed so terribly that he almost dyed his whole body red.

When treating the wound, he realized that this area is next to the artery, and if it is a little closer, there may be no such person as Nan Bu Nian.

Chi Qing also saw it, and they all knew it in their hearts.

Jiang Han is taking revenge on Nan Busi.

But the old man thought, why did they play so well together when they were young, it is impossible to make such a move, right?

He couldn't figure it out.

After a while, Jiang Han came, and the surroundings were dead.

The old man opened his mouth and closed it again.

Nan Bunian, on the other hand, tore off the skin from his face, smiled at Jiang Han, and said, oh, here we come.

Jiang Han looked at her and was stunned for a moment.

But at that moment, it was quickly withdrawn.

Nan Bu read a smile, with some other meaning, put the leather back on again.

She has been learning from that person for a long time, but she still doesn't look like her.

Even with identical faces, they are still two people, two completely different people.

Jiang Han asked, "Is there something wrong?"

Nan Bunian said she was fine, and came to see you and her.

Jiang Han didn't speak.

Nan Bunian continued, Chi Qing didn't dare to come, for fear that you would tear him up.

Jiang Han rolled his eyes.

Nan Bunian pretended not to see it, and said, let's stop fighting.

Jiang Han lowered his eyes, cleaned up the fluctuations, turned around and left without saying a word.

The lieutenant came in to see off the guests.

Nan Bunian came to ask, has she always been like this?

The lieutenant general didn't speak, but the answer was there, needless to say.

After seeing off the two visitors, the lieutenant went upstairs and opened the door, but there was no sign of Jiang Han.

He didn't look for it, so he walked to the window, pulled the curtain, and pushed the window open.

It's a beautiful sunset outside.

A warm orange light shines into the room.

The lieutenant pushed out and gently closed the door.

A wind came running into the house and moved the curtains gently.

The light came and sprinkled on the ice cabin.

Inside the not-so-wide ice cabin lay two people, both with their eyes closed, quietly listening to the cycle of a sentence.

That sentence said, Jiang Han, I like you.

like you.