After wearing a book, it is difficult to escape the law of true fragrance

On the way home, Bian never thought more than once to just rush to the middle of the road and end his dramatic journey through a beautiful accident.

But in the end they didn't dare.

Because he is a cowardly group, afraid of death.

Another thing is that he wants to meet his parents in this world.

Bian's parents died for some reason since he was a child, and he has been living with his grandparents since he can remember, so the word "parents" is too unfamiliar to him.

But he is also very eager to have his own parents like ordinary people. When he was young, his birthday wish every time he celebrates his birthday is to hope that he can have his own parents to pick him up after school.

This wish is simple and realistic, but Bian Cong waited 17 years for it.

So more or less, this accidental book wearing also fulfilled one of his wishes.

It was almost nine o'clock, and Bian Cong stood in front of a small two-story building, and he didn't move for a long time.

"Brother Bian, I'm going home first, see you tomorrow."

Bian Cong nodded: "Well, goodbye."

It's strange why Brother Bian suddenly became so quiet again.

It's weird.

Zhang Yue scratched his head halfway, and walked home three steps at a time.

Bian Cong stood in front of this building, which had two floors, the first floor was a supermarket, and the second floor was probably a place for living.Although the appearance is not particularly luxurious, the inside is brightly lit and looks very warm.

Brother Bian from childhood, I will borrow from your parents for two days

I'll give it back when you get back.

"Hey, my eldest son, why did you come back at this hour, did you eat?"

When I entered the room from the door, a kind-looking woman was sorting out the goods on the shelves.

This should be Bian Cong's mother.

He looks very gentle, and he looks like a very gentle and kind person.

Bian Cong wanted to cry for a moment, he sniffed and said with a smile: "Oh, my mom, what time is it, I've already eaten."

Song Wan put the last can of Coke on the shelf and looked towards the door.

"Eat with your little friend again?"

"correct."

Song Wan smiled, and went to tidy up another shelf, "You will stay at home to look at the store for a while, and your dad and I are going out," he said, looking at his side, and said deliberately, "Don't be alone at home. Crying in fear."

"Tch, you treat me like a three-year-old child."

Bian Cong put down his schoolbag, threw it on the sofa next to him, and went to tidy up the shelves with Song Wan.

"Hey? The sun came out from the west today, when did you actually help me?" Song Wan said with a smile.

Bian Cong said solemnly: "Honoring parents is a traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. I, your big brother, are actively practicing it!"

"Have you been bullied at school?" Song Wan asked suddenly.

Bian Cong suspected that there was something wrong with his ears, "What?"

Doesn't this kind mother know that her baby is in charge of Nancheng?

"Then why are you talking so much today?" Song Wan took a bottle of fruit juice and put it on the table, "When you were young, you talked a lot when you were bullied."

For a while, I wanted to laugh, but I didn't realize that my younger brother had such a cute side when I was a kid.

"Who dares to bully me, your son is so strong," Bian Cong showed off his biceps, "he is very strong."

"Little Biancong, why do I feel that something is wrong with you today." Song Wan said this casually, but Biancong was taken aback for a moment.

It's over, so it's hard to tell the truth.

"Ah, ah?" Bian Cong was a little nervous, "What's wrong?"

Song Wan listed them one by one: "I talk more, I know I'm working with me, and I know I'm making me happy."

Bian Cong was taken aback for a moment, and almost blurted out: "Then what was I like before?"

The moment I spoke, my heart skipped a beat, it's over, it's over, what am I asking! ! !

Unexpectedly, Song Wan just smiled and didn't hear anything wrong in his words at all.She said, "Comrade Bian Xiao, are you sure you want me to list all your crimes?"

Bian Cong breathed a sigh of relief, smiled and said: "Oh, my good mother, beautiful mother, fairy mother, then I apologize to you, I will be obedient and help you work in the future, and I also want Study hard, and I will get you a certificate during the Chinese New Year, so that you will have more face when you go to the parent-teacher meeting!"

Song Wan looked at him with disbelief, "Why? To make your mother happy?"

"Oh, what I said is true, just wait, I will definitely bring back student Zhang Sanhao for you this Chinese New Year!"

If I'm still here.

"Okay, Mom understands what you want, but don't force yourself to do some things," Song Wan said, "Your academic performance, your dad and I have given up."

Bian Cong: "..."

Brother Biancong, have you been so poor that your family has given up on you?

"Just wait!" Bian Cong insisted, "I will definitely get you a certificate!"

Song Wan looked at him and said with great relief, "Just do your best. We don't have too many demands on you. As long as you grow up safely and healthy, we will be satisfied!"

Brother Bian Cong, look at how lucky you are to have such a considerate mother, I am so envious of you, do you know that?

Bian Cong withdrew his thoughts, and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way, Mom, what about my school uniform? The old class held a meeting today and said that it will be specially inspected tomorrow."

"You still remember that you have a school uniform, I thought you didn't want it, and almost fell into the nest of the Erhei in the alley."

"What? Throw, throw it?"

"I didn't throw it away, I just washed it for you today, and it's hanging on the balcony."

"Hey," Bian Cong breathed a sigh of relief, "Won't it be blown away if I put it outside this day?"

"No, there is no strong wind tonight, let it go outside and dry quickly."

"OK."

Song Wan placed the last bottle of drink, clapped her hands, "Okay, I'm done, I'm going out with your dad to do some errands, you stay at home well, go to sleep when you're sleepy, and turn on the lights if you're afraid of the dark. "

"Oh, I'm not a child anymore," Bian Cong said warmly in his heart, "You are busy with your work, come back early."

Song Wan smiled and patted his head: "Oh, my good son has grown up, the old mother is so pleased."

Being touched on the head for the first time, Bian Cong lowered his head shyly.

After Song Wan left, she looked at the not-so-big supermarket by herself, feeling warm in her heart.

Maybe it was a blessing in disguise, all the bad things that happened today have all disappeared.

Bian Cong was in a particularly good mood now, humming a ditty, walked behind the cash register, and sat down on the wicker chair.

Ding-dong-

The phone in my pocket rang.

Leaning back in the chair, with his arms behind his head, he unlocked the screen to look at it.

The next screen is a post I made in a help bar this afternoon.

[Almighty netizen, what should I do if I have transmigrated into a book but am completely unfamiliar with the plot?Hurry, hurry, hurry! ! ! 】

This is a message he sent on the verge of collapse after he learned that he was not a top performer in the entertainment industry this afternoon. He thought that there would be few people replying, but looking at it now, there are quite a few people replying.

1L: Thank you for the invitation. I was looking at cacti in the desert. I just got off the plane. I suggest you go to the hospital to get a better number. Don’t worry about money.

2L: I agree with upstairs.

3L: It doesn't matter if he is familiar with the plot or not, let's talk about the main character first! !A once in a lifetime opportunity! !Just do it.

Sleeping with the main character?

Fu Chenyan=Protagonist

So I should have slept with Fu Chenyan?

Bah bah bah bah! !

i'm dirty i'm dirty

Look down again.

4L: Brother, don’t panic, novels all follow the same pattern, either to let you abuse the scum, or to save Meiqiang, follow this pattern, and protect you until the end!

5L: Judging from my experience of reading countless books, lz will soon have an unforgettable relationship with the protagonist, looking forward to your good news~

What the hell?Still in love?

Still with the protagonist?

And Fu Chenyan that bastard?

joke!

Bian Cong clicked on the comment area on the last floor, and replied: "Joke, falling in love with the protagonist?"Impossible in this life! !Today I will put the words here, I want to have a relationship with him, I will come to see you all! ! !

After replying, Bian Cong turned off the phone angrily.

At this time, there was a sudden knock at the door, and then a man in a black coat walked in.

The man was wearing a hat and couldn't see his face very clearly.

But even so, it can be seen that this person has fair skin and excellent bones.

Is there anyone else this late?

Bian stood up in an instant, put on a professional smile, and said with a smile: "Welcome, what do you need at this late hour?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Chenyan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't say anything, and said directly: "A pack of cigarettes, a lighter."

"Okay! Could you please..."

Wait, why is this voice so familiar?

Bian Cong stretched his head forward, trying to see the face under his hat clearly.

Noticing his gaze, Fu Chenyan directly raised his head to show him.

Familiar eyes that displease anyone.

"Fuck! It's you," Bian Cong became angry again in an instant, "It's so fucking narrow, why are you here?"

"Consumption."

"..."

You still consume it, so it's strange that I can sell it to you.

"Not for sale," Bian Cong directly refused, "Get out."

Fu Chenyan didn't speak. He reached into his pocket, touched two hundred yuan bills, and put them on the table. Then, he repeated the request: "A pack of cigarettes, a lighter."

Here again, here again!

This guy is about to start pretending again! !

"Fuck! You are so fucking rich, if you say you don't sell it, you don't sell it!"

Fu Chenyan put two more red banknotes expressionlessly, "Cigarettes and lighters."

Four photos of Grandpa Mao......

The sides are a little shaken.

"You, you, you have a bit of bad money, I, I just don't sell it!!"

Fu Chenyan's pocket looked like an automatic teller machine, and he took out two more.

"Is it enough?"

Fuck!

Who the hell can hold back?

600 yuan to buy a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.

Who can not sell?

The mentally handicapped don't sell it, and the rich don't make money, it's an idiot.

Under the temptation of money, Bian Cong slapped himself in the face for nothing.

"It's great to have a bit of stinky money, it seems rare for anyone to do it."

Having said that, Bian Cong still went to the cigarette rack to get a pack of cigarettes honestly.

"Here you are." Bian Cong threw it to him.

Fu Chenyan picked up the cigarette and lighter, turned around and was about to go out.

"Wait a minute," Bian Cong said to him, "Take your filthy money, I don't mind!!"

Fu Chenyan didn't look back, and said directly: "Keep it, use the money to recharge your IQ."

Fuck! Fuck! !

This guy is totally the type to be beaten up.

"You fucking wait for me!!" Bian Cong yelled at the back of Fu Chenyan who was approaching the door, "Fu Chenyan, one day, I want you to kneel down and call Dad!!"

After Fu Chenyan left, the supermarket became quiet again.

Bian Cong was so angry that he looked like a puffed up puffer fish. He thought about it, and must find a way to deal with this pretender!

what way?what way?

While starting from the brain to spin rapidly

But helpless, I have always been a good comrade who is serious about studying, and I have never played tricks on people.

Damn it, Fu Chenyan, you're a thing made of granite, I must beat you to death!

When he was thinking of something, he accidentally saw the mobile phone on the cash register.

With it, I ask the almighty netizen for help.

So Bian Cong posted his second post today.

[Help, there is a person who is particularly pretentious in the class, how should I get him to kneel down and call Dad? 】

After sending the message, Bian Cong sat back on the recliner again.

He held his phone happily, and his mind had already begun to fantasize about Fu Chenyan's face turning green with anger.

Fu Chenyan! !

You wait for me! ! !

don't beat you up

I never swear to be human! ! !

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