Not the Holy Father [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Zhuo stared at Yin Wei for a while, then smiled: "In your eyes, a blind man is a saint, and I'm a bastard who steals chickens and dogs."

Laughter is a sneer, with dissatisfaction and other emotions.

He saw Shen Zhuo, it seemed that he had been here for a while.Yin Wei originally wanted to say, "Can you compare with him? How long have I known Shen Zhuo, and you have only been around for a few days?"

On the other side, Shen Zhu was dressed in thin clothes. Although he was far away from the light and dimly lit, he could still see that the tip of his nose was red from the cold, and his body exuded a faint tobacco smell, as if condensed in the cold night air, forming an invisible shell covering him. he.

"That's not what you mean... Hey, aren't you the dove occupying the magpie's nest?" Yin Wei lowered his head and kicked a stone, "Although my villa is rustic and has the temperament of a nouveau riche, it's always warmer than this."

Shen Zhuo's eyes fell on the nape of Yin Wei's neck that was exposed when he bowed his head. It was very white and delicate, like a piece of luminous jade. In such a cold night in the desolate suburbs, it is a priceless treasure.He was stunned for a moment, then looked away, "Didn't I come to steal cultural relics? I haven't done anything yet, and someone caught me. Arrest me and go to the police."

Shen Zhuo stretched out his wrist, Yin Wei seemed to see a few marks on his wrist, the night was too dark to see clearly, but his heart still jumped violently.

The tattoos on the three Shen's bodies are exactly the same, Shen Zhuo is different from them, but it doesn't seem to be completely different...

"What the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?" Yin Wei raised his head to look at him, "Don't tell me you came in by strolling, there are people patrolling everywhere here."

"Interrogation?" Shen Zhuo rubbed his hands and stomped his cold feet, "What can I do? I don't know how to do archaeology, so I come here to work. The big professor earned the credit easily, and I don't even need to work hard. Breaking the law, why do you care so much about me, who are you to me?"

Yin Wei was dubious. It is said that before the official excavation of the archaeological site, migrant workers will be hired to remove the surrounding tree obstacles, but once the official start, non-professionals will not be allowed to enter the site.Yin Wei came in under Shen Zhuo's light, so he could only watch from afar.

He has also seen the heavy hands, it doesn't look like a coolie at all.

Yin Wei said: "You are the son of my father's old friend. Now you are more favored by the old man than I am, and you still use it for this? Are you still short of money?"

Shen Zhuo's eyes flickered slightly, "I live in your house just to vent my anger, I don't want to rely on you, let alone let you go... I still have to support myself."

This is not necessarily true.

Because of the previous warning, although the system did not answer positively, Yin Wei was basically sure that if he provided financial help to Shen Zhuo, the mission would be terminated immediately, so as long as it was related to money, he was very cautious.

"It's good to be self-reliant." Yin Wei nodded, "This place won't last long, you'd better find another one to do it." After speaking, he turned around and was about to leave.

Shen Zhuo shouted in astonishment: "That's it?"

Yin Wei didn't look back, "You're not my friend's son, it's none of my business. Go find my dad."

Yin Wei was well prepared and did not have a dime of financial relationship with him, but this time he heard what Shen Zhuo was muttering clearly, "Didn't you say it was the Holy Father?"

Who made a rumor about him?

Yin Wei paused, and stepped into the tent.

Yin Wei hardly slept all night.

Not thinking about Shen Zhuo's words: how did he know that Yin Wei is the Holy Father.Yin Wei is too used to Shen, even though he does not admit it, anyone with a discerning eye thinks that he is the Holy Father.

Yin, Holy Father, and Wei took care of Shen Zhuo and Shen Zhuo all night.

The two of them fell ill like a competition.

Shen Zhuo's fever was already going down, but suddenly he had a fever in the middle of the night, his forehead was burning hot but his back was sweating coldly, and his underwear seemed to have been soaked in water.

Yin Wei was about to send him to the hospital, but was tightly pulled by his cuffs.

"I was wrong, wrong..."

"The water is so cold, Brother Awei, I'm here, don't leave me behind..."

Shen Zhuo exhaled vague ravings in hot breath, as if he had fallen into a painful nightmare, and at the same time he coughed like choking on water, his whole body trembling unceasingly.

It's not like a common cold.

People cheered outside the tent. They successfully dug out the emperor's coffin and it was about to be opened.In order to avoid the loss of important cultural relics, police officers guarded at every level, and everyone present was not allowed to enter and exit at will.

Yin Wei suddenly regretted that Shen Zhuo should not have stayed.Yin Wei didn't believe in ghosts and gods, and suddenly became afraid at this moment. If there was a theory of avoiding collisions, he would be willing to replace two copies with one person.

But wishing didn't work, Yin Wei was still well and painless, so he could only help the sick man up and feed him medicine, and wrapped him in all the thick quilts he could find.

He said he was cold and afraid of water...

What was the dream?

Is it in the water prison, or on the Linzhou River?Probably a dungeon.Now Shen Zhuo has no memory of Linzhou.

Finally, Shen Zhuo's breathing became more stable, and Yin Wei heard the next tent slam again.

Yin Wei broke in and saw Shen Zhuo sitting on the ground in a daze, "Milk, I'm going to buy milk..." He muttered to himself.

What milk to buy in the middle of the night.

Yin Weixin's hair was heavy, and he stepped forward to help him up, "I'll talk about what to buy tomorrow, rest first, okay?" Yin Wei reached out and brushed the mud behind him, and sent him back to the bed, but Shen Zhuo grabbed his arm, Repeated eagerly: "I'm going to buy milk, Ah Wei likes it..."

Yin Wei's heart skipped a beat.

This is... the memory disorder is advanced?

"I don't drink milk. Can you sit down?" Yin Wei carefully supported the flustered blind man.

"Yes, Ah Wei doesn't drink milk, he wants to eat ice cream... The canteen is so far away from the roof, I have to hurry up, or else it will melt." He got up and walked out obliviously, his feet fell and hit the folding bed The corner of the hand broke the palm.

"Where is the canteen? Why can't I remember, it's getting dark..." He groped in the air with his hands helplessly, and sighed, "Has Awei finished school? I can't find it..."

Yin Wei froze on the spot, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped and kneaded by a hand, the pain was so painful that it was difficult to breathe.

He still remembers that time.

What the boy said casually on the rooftop, he remembered so firmly.

Yin Wei took him into his arms.

"I'm here. It's almost winter, don't eat ice cream, wait until next year, okay?"

Staring blankly at him: "Next year...Ah Wei will take the college entrance examination next year. I want him to study history so that I can...will he listen to me?"

Yin Wei gave a strong "hmm" in a nasal voice, "Yes."

"That's great...Ah Wei is so kind." Shen Zhuo was finally relieved and smiled.

Yin Wei spent the whole night tossing between two ends, putting one to sleep and the other unsteady again, the cheers outside the tent overwhelmed the waves, and the people in the tent were so busy that they got dizzy.

Yin Wei couldn't remember how many pots of water he boiled. Using hot water to wipe their faces and hands would make them feel more comfortable.After a night passed, I realized how hard it was for a husband to serve a dude husband in the past.

It was almost dawn, and finally he could stop to rest and catch his breath. Yin Wei threw down the towel and stretched himself. Before he finished yawning, a soft snort of disdain came from behind him.

"I take good care of people, and I don't have to worry about not being able to find a job when I go bankrupt one day."

Yin didn't turn his head back, and met the heavy and cold eyes with his arms wrapped around him.

"You haven't—"

go.

Before Yin Wei finished speaking, Shen Zhuo picked up the handkerchief he had just put down and walked towards the sleeping Shen Zhuo.

"What are you doing?" Yin Wei stepped forward vigilantly to block it.

"Smother him to death." Shen Zhuo sneered, poured water to heat the handkerchief again, folded it twice, and wiped Shen Zhuo's forehead, the force was not as gentle as Yin Wei, he stared at Yin Wei, "Go to sleep now Why, standing overseer. Is there any wages?"

Yin Wei breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you." Then he yawned comfortably, "Forget about the money, thank you, I can tell you more. You are a good person."

Shen Zhuo blushed a little, and muttered softly: "What's the matter with the good card? If you have the ability, give me the bank card... Hurry up and go to bed, you, the Holy Father is addicted..."

I guess so.But the holy father is also contagious, Yin Wei laughed softly, and returned to his tent.

When I woke up, it was already afternoon.