The spare tire is broken [Quick Transmigration]

When getting out of the car, Cheng Muyun was slightly taken aback.

Xiao Mingrui's house is only one street away from the school.

It was really close as he said.

The school is a school with a history of more than 200 years, and the buildings next to it also maintain the style of a long time ago.

In this row of streets, the hundred-year-old sycamore trees cover the road tightly. It is late autumn at this time, and the leaves have fallen all over the ground.

The houses on both sides are small two-story buildings, with a small garden at the entrance, and a copper mailbox outside the fence.

"Like it?"

Cheng Muyun turned her head and saw Xiao Mingrui standing behind her, with her injured hand hanging on her chest, and the other hand was holding a suitcase.

His voice is gentle, his eyes are focused, and there is a smile on the corner of his mouth, and the distance is kept at a level of intimacy and not too much.

It's just that the tone of the question just now didn't seem like asking a friend who came to live temporarily for a few months, but like asking a newly married couple if they like the home they will live together in the future.

Cheng Muyun smiled, and didn't feel that she was thinking too much.

It may be unintentional to say this on others, but it is different when it comes to Xiao Mingrui.

He nodded, "Well, it's pretty good."

The two pushed open the low gate of the small garden and walked in.

Xiao Mingrui took out a key from his coat. The door was still using a traditional lock, made of copper, which looked old.

After pushing the door open, a heavy smell comes to the face, which belongs to the unique smell of old furniture.

"There are two rooms on the second floor, the bathroom has been renovated, and I kept all the other old furniture."

"Ah."

Cheng Muyun lived opposite Xiao Mingrui.

Both rooms have small balconies with curved, copper fences.

Looking from the balcony, there are red maple leaves everywhere, which bring a warm illusion in the cold autumn night.

After resting in the room for a while, Cheng Muyun heard a knock on the door.

It was Xiao Mingrui who opened the door.

"Dinner has been delivered, let's go down and eat."

Cheng Muyun was stunned for a moment, "Actually, I was going down to show off my cooking skills."

The wooden stairs are a bit narrow and can only accommodate one person. Xiao Mingrui walked in front, and Cheng Muyun followed.

When he heard these words, Xiao Mingrui stopped in his tracks, "No need, there will always be part-time workers to handle chores like cooking."

Cheng Muyun said casually: "It looks like I'm here to eat and drink for nothing, and I feel a little guilty."

"For some reason, I always feel that you are not good at cooking." Xiao Mingrui said, "There will be times when I can only help you."

Cheng Muyun: "..."

This is true.

He's not good at it, and he doesn't like it.

It's just that Xiao Mingrui shouldn't know, unless he has begun to slowly and vaguely remember something.

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Cheng Muyun's door was knocked again.

This time, Xiao Mingrui came to ask for help.

He held a roll of plastic wrap in his hand, with a troubled expression on his face, "Can you please help me wrap my arm? I can't operate it with one hand."

Cheng Muyun took the plastic wrap, "Are you going to take a bath?"

"Well. Although the weather is not hot now, I can't bear not taking a bath."

Cheng Muyun lowered his eyes and wrapped him in plastic wrap, without asking any more questions, and waited for the tea art master's next routine with peace of mind.

Sure enough, after the plastic wrap was wrapped, Xiao Mingrui didn't move, he lowered his head and started to unbutton the button.

He was wearing a stretchy khaki sweater with few buttons, but he was clumsy with one hand.

When I was in the hospital, these things were done by the nurses, but now I feel a little embarrassed.

Xiao Mingrui's slender fingers seemed to be a burden at this moment, and he couldn't undo a single button for a long time.

He raised his head and looked at Cheng Muyun, his ears were slightly red, as if he was embarrassed to speak.

"Let me do it."

Cheng Muyun raised her hand to help him out of trouble, and Xiao Mingrui said apologetically, "It's a bit embarrassing, but I'm right-handed, I didn't expect that my left hand can't do anything well."

He sighed, "I'm afraid that the plaster will get wet later, and it will be more troublesome."

The system that watched everything couldn't take it anymore, "Little Zhuzi, you should answer him quickly, I want to hit someone because of the smell of tea."

Cheng Muyun: "Oh? Then you jump out and fight, I have no objection."

"..." The system was inexplicably discouraged, and whispered, "When can you send Wan Chengxin away? The plot over there is almost about to begin."

The system doesn't know what Cheng Muyun's ultimate goal is, it only knows that he wants to find out those people who went to the world of punishment and send them away.

After it found out, it completely forgot about the planning team and wholeheartedly supported Cheng Muyun's approach.

Anyway, Xiao Zhuzi knows what to do and is very reliable.

Sure enough, Cheng Muyun said again, "Don't worry, I know what's in my mind, and I won't delay the progress of the domestic plot."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Muyun looked up at Xiao Mingrui, "Let me wash it for you, after all, your injury is to protect me."

Xiao Mingrui bent his eyes, and the dimple appeared again at the corner of his mouth, "Then I will trouble you."

The two entered Xiao Mingrui's room, which still had dark solid wood furniture, and the lighting was not too bright, with warm tones.

Standing in front of the bed, Cheng Muyun unbuttoned Xiao Mingrui's belt.

He could feel Xiao Mingrui's breath entangled behind his hair and ears, and his eyes were on his abdominal muscles and mermaid lines.

The interplay of light and shadow made the already perfect body in front of him even more ambiguous.

"It's really troublesome for you." Xiao Mingrui still expressed his thanks in a gentle voice, but the distance was too close, and when he spoke, his breath brushed past Cheng Muyun's ears.

The tips of his ears are very sensitive, but the flowing of warm air can make the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, bringing a tingling feeling down to the tailbone.

Xiao Mingrui saw it, but his eyes flickered slightly, then he raised his hand and lightly touched the back of Cheng Muyun's neck.

"Hmm—" Cheng Muyun covered his neck, took a step back, and looked up at Xiao Mingrui.

Before he could speak, he heard the other party apologize.

"Sorry, it's a hair. I... didn't expect your neck to be so ticklish."

Xiao Mingrui said so, but naturally lowered his hands, sat on the edge of the bed, and took off his trousers.

The system beeped softly, "Look, he doesn't have anything at all, and he's just trying to seduce you."

"I know."

Cheng Muyun's eyes swept over Xiao Mingrui, then turned around and went into the bathroom to turn on the water.

After that, Xiao Mingrui didn't have any oversteps, and asked Cheng Muyun to help him take a bath in shorts.

For nearly a month after that, the two got along like this.

Cheng Muyun lived very comfortably, saying that he came to take care of Xiao Mingrui, but in fact, he didn't need his help too often.

The sanitation of the house has part-time workers who come to clean the house regularly, and the same is true for three meals a day.

During these two months of getting along, the range of activities of the two of them has hardly left this area.

These two people who have been keen to travel around the world all year round, none of them feel bored.

They just stay in the same space every day, busy with their own things, and time passes like running water.

Xiao Mingrui seemed to have forgotten about his graduation photography exhibition, and after obtaining Cheng Muyun's consent, he took a series of photos with him as the theme.

Each photo is a very life-like photo, using the mystery of light and shadow to hide the appearance.

Even if you can't see the face clearly, you can see the photographer's feelings for the person in the photo from the photo.

Cheng Muyun didn't ask, but knew Xiao Mingrui's thoughts.This is the method of boiling a frog in warm water, permeating every detail of daily life, and gradually getting used to his existence.

And those photos are cryptic and wordless confessions.

The same is true of the former Wan Chengyi.

Except for the two of them, there is no one else in Yupei's life.Wan Chengyi can enter the jade pendant every day, sometimes without words, just stay together quietly.

Wan Tuyi's favorite thing to do in the jade pendant is painting.

The protagonist in the painting is always Cheng Muyun, whether he is fishing or making tea, he never tires of painting.

Getting along at this moment, even if the time and space have been changed, it is still the same as before.

Different world, same two people.

Cheng Muyun knew that Wan Chengyi's soul was gradually waking up.

This time, without other soul fragments, he would not feel a sense of crisis.Just wait for him to think of it on his own, and Cheng Muyun will guide him out of this world, and everything will be resolved.

Therefore, during this period of time, he just pretended not to know anything and cooperated with Xiao Mingrui's actions.

In the third month, when Xiao Mingrui's hand was almost healed, he finally took another step.

"Tomorrow, how about we go to the square in the next city to collect wind?" Xiao Mingrui asked.

Cheng Muyun nodded. "good."

The next day, they drove to a nearby city.

Near the center of the city, there is a square, and around the square is a world-renowned museum.

When the sun sets, the sun will fall from the spire of the museum, and through the complicated glass, it will fall on the square like an image of an oil painting.

Cheng Muyun is here, but there is no picture.

He is drawing people.

Simple sketches, outline the background and then draw the people.

Xiao Mingrui didn't know where he went. His right hand was injured. He didn't bring any professional photography equipment that was too big this time.

It took several hours to draw, and when Cheng Muyun was putting down the last stroke, he heard the phone ringing.

He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Xiao Mingrui.

No text, just a photo.

In the photo, it was the square where Cheng Muyun was. There was a fountain in the center of the photo, and a painter was sitting beside the fountain.

He turned sideways, lowered his head slightly, and his hair was slightly messy on his forehead.The sunlight passing through the fountain left a golden mottled mark on his face, as if to put a golden hazy edge on him.

From this angle, when the fountain surged, it seemed as if huge wings spread out on his back, like a god boy.

It's just a photo taken with a mobile phone, but it can make people feel the emotions breaking through the screen.

Cheng Muyun looked at it for a moment, then turned to look at the overpass not far away.

Sure enough, Xiao Mingrui stood on the bridge, smiled and waved to him.

The phone rang.

Xiao Mingrui's voice sounded, "Do you like it?"

Cheng Muyun smiled, and before he could reply, he heard the person on the opposite side add a sentence.

"photo."

Cheng Muyun lowered her eyes and said two words in a low voice, "I like it."

"I'm very happy that you like it, and I like it very much."