After the collapse of the character set, the villain ran away overnight [Quick Transmigration]

Another rainy night.

The door of the two-story courtyard was pushed open, and a slender figure walked in holding an umbrella.

The jet-black bright red lips, the eyelashes drooping as thin as crow feathers, and the narrow and upturned phoenix eyes glowing with thin red, casually look like a person in a painting walking out of the hazy rain and fog, beautiful and beautiful.

Shi Yu entered the hall.

The main room without the lights turned on was dark. He looked around and breathed a sigh of relief.

Wangui was bumped into by Lu Cheng many times, and he was also a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, Lu Cheng didn't care much about him, and never asked him where he went and what he did.

He closed the umbrella and prepared to go upstairs to rest.

Chen Zheng seems to be really turning into a dog recently, going crazy every evening, hugging and rubbing against him.

There was no emotion on his honest and dull face, he stubbornly refused to let go after being hit by him, and insisted on kissing the mark on his neck to be satisfied.

Shi Yu was also very annoying, he came back late tonight mainly because he went to train the dog.

The black-skinned stinky dog ​​started to rebel after the owner was gone for a few days. While begging for the owner's love, he acted forcefully and left the owner with a piece of clothing.

After going mad, he knelt down on the concrete floor with lowered eyebrows, his strong and dark body couldn't be hit or kicked, and he had a loyal and obedient face, as if he couldn't be more loyal.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, he looked down at the little red marks on his snow-white arm, and went into the bathroom to wash up.

……

The wind and rain get stronger at night.

The wind howled outside the window, and the cold raindrops slapped the doors and windows, and hit the puddles in the small courtyard heavily.

During this sleep, Shiyu didn't sleep well, and the sound of rain that became more and more fierce was next to her ears, which still rang clearly in her ears through the window.

At a certain moment, he suddenly woke up.

There was cold sweat on his forehead, and there was a gentle knock on the door outside the door.

He got out of bed tremblingly, his eyes were dark, and he ran to open the door with bare feet.

As soon as the bedroom door was opened, a gust of cold wind rushed in through the gap.

The cold air entered his body, and he looked at the figure outside the door with a pale face.

"Little, uncle...?"

The man in front of him was tall and indifferent. When his eyes fell on him, his brows slowly frowned: "What's the matter, did you have a nightmare?"

Shi Yu didn't know how to answer him.

He shook his head, his body was dripping with sweat, his black hair was sticking to the side of his snow-white face, and there was a layer of water vapor in his eyes, and he said in a trembling voice: "...No."

Lu Cheng's expression sank.

He raised his hand to embrace Shiyu's trembling body, and covered his forehead with his big hand. After feeling the warmth of his palm, he closed his eyes helplessly and restrained: "Shiyu, you have a fever."

The young man in his arms did not speak.

He seemed to be in severe pain, with his thin and beautiful fingers grabbing his cuffs, exhaling scorching hot air, he was so soft that he couldn't stand up, and his voice was steamy: "Uncle, I, I really feel a little uncomfortable."

Lu Cheng carried him to the bed, raised his hand and pulled the quilt aside to wrap him tightly.

Looking up again, he saw the open window, and the open half of the window was facing the big bed.

... No wonder you have a fever.

He Xin and Zhou Qing, who were extremely vigilant downstairs, woke up the moment they heard the voice, stood at the door of the room and raised their voices tentatively and asked, "Sir? What's the matter?"

"Shiyu has a fever," he replied without turning his head, looking for warm clothes in the closet with his big hands: "Get everything ready, let's go now."

He Xin was startled, and immediately said, "Yes!"

He bought all the clothes in Shiyu's closet. When he picked them out, he only thought they were beautiful, expensive, and suitable, but now he realized that there was nothing warm.

Lu Cheng pursed his lips, simply stopped looking for clothes, turned around and hugged his tightly wrapped little nephew into his arms.

The little nephew was as soft as a puddle of boiling water, almost melting into his embrace, his brows were frowned because of his discomfort, his eyelashes were wet by the steam, his little face nestled under the quilt was pretty and flushed, and he breathed out hastily.

The broad palm paused for a moment, and gently pressed it on the young man's soft black hair. I don't know whether it was to appease or comfort him. The man's eyes were dark, and he quickly went downstairs with the person in his arms.

Santana and Jeep stood quietly in the rain and fog.

The big raindrops hit the car, he hugged Shiyu and sat on the jeep, raised his hand and touched Shiyu's forehead, his face tensed, "Where's the medicine?"

He Xin handed over antipyretics and a small half cup of warm water.

The disease was so severe that Shi Yulei couldn't move his fingers, sitting in the warm arms of the man, he was fed medicine and water with his chin lifted.

He ate slowly and hard, but Lu Cheng, who always acted vigorously and swiftly, did not urge him, but supported his back with one hand and patted him gently with gentle force.

After taking the medicine, the big hand covered his head again, pressed him to his chest, and said in a low voice, "Hurry up."

He fell into a coma in a daze, half asleep and half awake, he felt his bare feet being held in the hands of a man, the big hands covered with thin calluses were very warm, wrapping his feet that were not warm under the quilt, a little One point transmits temperature.

The road to the town was muddy and rough, and it was raining heavily, making the road slippery and undulating.

He Xin once drove an armored vehicle in the army, and the car drove fast and steadily, but the trail was really uneven. After being bumped a few times, Shiyu opened his eyes in pain, and said a word.

His voice is too small, as thin as a mosquito.

Lu Cheng frowned and approached him, but the tip of his nose suddenly smelled a foul smell, rising from under the white and delicate flesh under the quilt, and lingering around his side through the gap.

His face remained unchanged, he only asked softly: "Shiyu, what did you say?"

Shi Yu swallowed sharply and said tremblingly, "...I want to vomit."

"I feel like throwing up."

After saying this, he was helped up by the man, and his stomach was overwhelmed. He thought that Lu Yan would stop and take him down to vomit, but he didn't expect the man to calmly take the plastic bag from one side, still half-arming him, patting his back Back patiently said: "Spit it."

He opened his mouth to the plastic bag for a long time, but nothing came out.

Moisture floated from the eye sockets, and the eyelashes were wet. Finally, he weakly took the tissue from Lu Cheng's hand, wiped off the embarrassing water, and retracted it into the quilt again.

The plastic bag was thrown into the rubbish dump by the roadside by He Xin.

The car restarted, and this time the road was much smoother. Shi Yu finally felt more comfortable, and fell asleep in Lu Cheng's arms, and the soles of his feet were wrapped in warm big hands. The patriarch who dotes on his children has no intention of letting go.

Trails are closer than highways.

At dawn, Jeep and Santana drove into town.

The terrain of the town is high, far away from the river, the disaster is not obvious, the streets are sparsely populated, and there are no vendors setting up stalls at this time. Everyone is hiding at home, silently waiting for the flood to subside.

After driving half a circle around the city, I found a small clinic that was open.

The door was tattered, but there was indeed a middle-aged man in a cloth shirt sitting in the hall, with his head down, not knowing what he was writing.

He Xin breathed a sigh of relief, and turned around to tell Lu Cheng that the clinic was here.

At this time, in the rear compartment, the young man was leaning against the car door and was sleeping so deeply that his cheeks were flushed, his thin eyelashes cast a shadow like a crow's feathers on his face, his lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was long and hot, even in the In his sleep, his brows and eyes were still covered with a sickly look.

His legs were bent, and there was a shadow in front of him.

The black-haired man, who was always indifferent and dignified, bent over and put on his shoes.

With long fingers, he tied his shoelaces neatly, and Lu Cheng got out of the car with his arms in his arms.

In the past few years, Lu Cheng's temper has gradually improved. The old people who have been with him for a long time know how cold, serious and unreasonable Lu Cheng was when he was still in the army.

After the title is raised a little bit, this road is also difficult to walk. The roots behind each family are entangled. Lu Chengkong has the surname of the Lu family. In fact, all his meritorious deeds are spelled out with blood and sweat. In the example of climbing up, he really didn't have a good impression of these "second generations", especially after being stabbed by soft knives many times, it turned into disgust.

He hates these "second generations" who don't do anything practical and only think about fighting for fame and fortune every day.

And the most domineering "second generation" in the capital is Lu Shiyu from the Lu family.

That is his little nephew.

Therefore, when he decided to go to the countryside to recuperate his injuries, his first reaction was to avoid Lu Shiyu when he heard that Lu Shiyu was going to go to the countryside with him.

But now...

He Xin looked solemn.

Since this trip back to Qingshui Village, Mr. has become more and more incomprehensible.

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There is only one doctor in the small clinic.

Taking Shiyu's temperature, the middle-aged man looked at the thermometer and said, "I need to get water, just sit there."

Shi Yu had already woken up, she was sitting on a chair wrapped in a large coat, she nodded palely, and with Lu Cheng's support, she sat down at the position pointed by the doctor.

There were two long benches with a wide seat. Lu Cheng frowned slightly, and tightened his hands holding him, as if he wanted to speak, but was stopped by the doctor who came over with the brace.

With a strong local accent, Lu Cheng took the iron frame from the doctor and put it in Shi Yu's hand.

After a while, the doctor came over with two vials of medicine, inserted the needle neatly, said a few precautions, and returned to the desk to continue reading.

On the long bench, Lu Cheng sat on the side close to the door to block the wind, while Shi Yu was half-embraced by him, holding hands to warm him.

"Is it cold?"

Hearing the man's low-pitched question, he opened his eyes and saw the blue marks on Lu Cheng's eyes. He fell asleep a few times along the way, but Lu Cheng didn't even close his eyes, taking care of him the whole time. .

He shook his head, "Not cold."

Lu Cheng shook his hand, "Just tell me if it's cold."

"Ah."

……

Outside the window, the wind and rain were blowing, and the cold wind wrapped in drizzle blew through the small hall of the clinic.

Shi Yu was shivering coldly, his little face was pale, and the next moment he was hugged into a warm and generous embrace. The man's coat was not too thick, and it wrapped around his small half of his body, exuding a steady stream of warmth.

The middle-aged man was also terribly cold. He went back to the house and put on a coat. He looked up at the two overlapping figures, was stunned for a moment, and then smiled and said, "This is your child?"

The rural dialect in Qingshui Village is almost the same as Mandarin, and you can tell what it means by carefully distinguishing it.

Lu Cheng wrapped his clothes, wrapped his arms around the waist of the man in his arms, and nodded: "Nephew."

"Nephew," the doctor looked at Shiyu, "I thought it was my younger brother, you two look about the same age."

Lu Cheng smiled, and Shi Yu could clearly feel the trembling of his chest under his face, the man patted his waist, somewhat comforting: "It's almost the same."

"How old are you?"

"Eight years old."

"Only eight years old?"

The doctor was very shocked and muttered something, as if he wanted to know how people can be so old and have children.

From a professional point of view, he should be thinking about the physiological structure of men.

Shi Yu was bored in Lu Cheng's arms and couldn't help laughing.

The man lowered his head, stroked his hair with his palm naturally, and there was a little smile in his voice: "I don't know."

These days, most people can't even support their own children, and they don't quite understand the situation of adoption and foster care.

The doctor came out again, this time with an extra military coat in his hand.

The army green coat is long to the knees, and it looks like it keeps out the wind and keeps warm.

Lu Cheng took it over and wrapped the two of them together with a military coat.

Shiyu finally warmed up now. He opened his eyes and saw the furry collar of the army coat was pressing against Lu Cheng's face. The man's deep and clear facial contours seemed to be softened a lot under the background of the fur. Eyes, cold and noble.

Realizing that his little nephew was looking at him, he lowered his head and looked at Shi Yu, his dark pupils reflected the beautiful white face of the man in his arms, he approached him slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

He was warm all over.

The exhaled breath is also warm.

"It's okay." Shi Yu withdrew his gaze, lay in his arms, remained silent for a while, and said in a muffled voice, "...Thank you, uncle."

"Thank you," Lu Cheng said in a low voice, "I am your uncle."

"Take the water and take you home."

Shi Yu obediently hummed, and soon realized something was wrong: "Go home? Which home?"

"Hebei."

Shi Yu: "?"

He turned his head, put his chin on the man's chest, and said blankly, "...He, Hebei?"

Seeing Lu Cheng nodding his head, Shi Yu was even more confused, so he asked, "Aren't we going back to Qingshui Village?"

"I won't go back," Lu Cheng said in a flat tone, gently brushing his hair: "Go back and find a doctor for you, and see how your body can recover."

The cold wind that had been blowing for only a few hours directly burned the water.

The physique is too poor.

If it wasn't for the situation, Lu Cheng would have wanted him to get up early and exercise with him.

The little nephew lay obediently in his arms, with some water in his eyes, and after thinking about it for a long time, he asked him, "Are you really not going back to Qingshui Village?"

"Do you still want to go back?" His eyes darkened slightly, and he wanted to say something, but when he saw the young man pitifully nestling in his arms to carry water, his little face lost its previous expression, it was small and soft, and he hugged him Not as heavy as a cat cub, so he said patiently: "No, Shi Yu."

Shi Yu was a little anxious thinking about his "hate the poor and love the rich" personality, and looked at Lu Cheng who was about to take him back to Hebei without saying a word.

Of course he can go back to Hebei, but before he goes back, can he have a few words with Chen Zheng?

... Isn't it a matter of course for people who "hate the poor and love the rich" to set up people, why are they stuck here.

He pursed his lips, looked at Lu Cheng several times, hesitant to speak, his eyelids gradually closed sleepily, lying in Lu Cheng's arms, thinking about his words for a long time, and fell asleep sullenly.

In my sleep, I felt that I was being hugged tightly, and after an unknown amount of time, a man's low voice sounded next to my ear: "...this bottle is finished."

"Yes, I have been in poor health since I was a child."

"... Is it treated with traditional Chinese medicine?"

"His parents are busy, I take care of him."

The doctor has a strong local accent, but there is no obstacle in communicating with Lu Cheng.

The two talked in a low voice, Shi Yu slept comfortably, rubbing the pillow under her body, the pillow patted his back lightly, and hugged him looser.

The doctor looked sideways several times and said, "Your uncle and nephew have a really good relationship."

I have never seen a child who is so close to my uncle.

I have never seen an uncle who is so old and wants to hold his little nephew to hang water.

...and too used to it.

"Fortunately," Lu Cheng nodded, even though he was wearing a military overcoat and hugged him, his appearance was still calm, with a cold and alienated temperament: "He is not very obedient."

"why?"

When he asked this, he saw the man on the bench turn cold, his eyes dimmed, and he said after a while, "I met a bad friend."

"Make friends? Parents can't care about making friends. If we manage, we have to fight."

"I have to take care of it," Lu Cheng looked up at him, and said in a cold tone, "Why can't I take care of my little nephew?"

"As parents, we must stop them from interacting with those dubious friends." Under his blank gaze, the man's cold tone slowed down, and he nodded to him, with a calm expression, and said casually: "—— I'm doing it for his own good."

"He'll understand."

The author has something to say: The old man still walks the real way in this world

It's really fragrant now, these two chapters should be really fragrant

Lu Cheng: I am doing it for your own good, your behavior is wrong

Shi Yu (looks blankly at the arms on her waist): ...?

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