Not a nice guy [Quick Transmigration]

It's like a dream.

When Xie Ling woke up, he found himself lying on the hospital bed, exactly the same as when he left.

The difference is that at that time his life had already come to an end, and no matter how many times of surgery he could not save it, but now, he has gained a new life.

His older mother sat in a nearby chair with concern in her eyes.

His mother looks very young. Although she is over 40 years old, if a stranger looks like she is only 30 years old, his mother has long black hair, black eyes that flicker, and a faint sadness lingers between her brows. Anyone who sees it will sigh that this is a melancholy beauty.

His appearance is like his mother's, which is too delicate.

"Lingling, how do you feel? Is there any discomfort?" Mother asked with concern.

"No, I'm fine." Xie Ling shook his head, "Don't worry, I'm fine now."

The mother showed a helpless smile, which contained bitterness and relief.

How could such a thing happen to a child who was born by himself at a young age?Suffering from this serious illness, when other children can play happily - the mother is a eccentric person, he loves his child very much, and is not willing to let his child suffer a little grievance.

"Mom, I'm completely cured. I think I can be discharged from the hospital." Xie Ling said, his illness was cured by an unknown high-tech, which will not leave any root cause of the disease, and does not require a later period. Therefore, he felt that he could be discharged from the hospital immediately.

"Is it really okay?" Mother was still a little worried.

"Of course, I'm still waiting to go back to school." Xie Ling smiled, his whole face seemed to be glowing.

"If you feel uncomfortable, you have to say it as soon as possible, you know?"

"I know, I know, I've grown up, you don't need to treat me like a child anymore." Xie Ling's tone sounded perfunctory.

He was really perfunctory, and he knew that nothing would happen to him.

But the mother didn't know yet, but he couldn't explain this kind of thing to his mother.

"Okay, then let's go back."

-

It feels so good to be home.

What a long-lost feeling.

Xie Ling lay on the bed and let out a comfortable sigh.

At this time, my mother knocked on the door.

"Lingling, is it convenient for you to come out? I have something to tell you."

Without the slightest hesitation, Xie Ling opened the door immediately.

The mother outside the door smiled: "Let's sit on the sofa in the living room and talk."

Xie Ling nodded, and they were sitting on the sofa one after the other.

"Lingling, these few days when you were critically ill...he has been here several times." The mother looked distressed.

Xie Ling's pupils shrank: "Did he threaten you?"

"No, no, no." Mother shook her head repeatedly, afraid that Xie Ling might misunderstand.

"He cares about you very much, and he even said that you can go to him if you have any difficulties." The mother said, her mother's voice was very slow and sounded convincing, "Of course I don't want you to change his mind or do anything else. What, it's just that he really seems to know he's wrong, so don't hate him so much."

"Mom, I never hated him." Xie Ling shook his head lightly, "I have a pretty good impression of him, really."

Seeing his mother's disbelief, Xie Ling had no choice but to widen his eyes to show his sincerity.

"I don't believe what you said at all." Mother said, "You two have had such festivals, how could you not mind at all?"

"Mom, I really don't care." Xie Ling smiled. She understood her mother's psychology. Her mother just wanted her to let go of her heart and live happily, but in fact, "he has become a How could I care about a stranger?"

Mother was taken aback, and it took her a while to realize what this sentence meant.

Then she smiled gratifiedly, yes, how could her son be fettered by the past?

She considers herself an extremely selfish person, she doesn't care what others do, but her son must be fine.

"Then I don't worry, I won't bother you anymore, you can rest a little longer." Mother got up and left, leaving another sentence before leaving, "Your body is important, you need to rest well."

Xie Ling laughed.

After his mother left, he turned on his phone and looked at the person who still existed in the address book.

He stared at the address book for a few seconds.

Then, as if suddenly realizing it, he deleted that person.

"Ding dong—" the doorbell rang.

Xie Ling got up to open the door.

"Da da! Surprised?"

The first thing that catches the eye is a fruit basket, which is very exquisite, with various fruits in it.

The basket is also large, blocking people in front of them.

Who is it?

After Xie Ling experienced a serious illness, his memory became a little blurred.

Xie Ling tilted his head, wanting to see the person behind the flower basket.

Although the man took the initiative to look for him, he was strangely shy and hid behind the flower basket without showing his face.

"Hello?" Xie Ling was puzzled.

Originally, his memory was not good, but now that he has experienced so many worlds, he has already forgotten what should be forgotten, and now he can't even guess who the person in front of him is.

The people behind the flower basket are still hiding.

"Don't hide, I know who you are." Xie Ling said this just to bluff the person opposite, to see if he could be tricked out.

After hearing this that day, he really showed his face.

A handsome face with a hint of guilt on it.

It's Xie Ling's bamboo horse.

The bamboo horse who once confessed to him.

"What's the matter, what's the matter?" Xie Ling asked politely, with a hint of alienation in his tone.

Since the relationship between the two became stagnant, they basically hadn't seen each other again, so his sudden visit now brought a little surprise to Xie Ling.

Zhuma looked very embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "I heard that you were discharged from the hospital, so I wanted to visit you."

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly distanced himself: "Don't think too much, I don't mean anything else, I won't disregard your wishes, I just want to see how your condition is going."

"Thank you for your concern." Xie Ling's tone was very gentle, but a sense of distance could be heard, "I'm completely healed."

"Really?" Bamboo Horse said a little awkwardly, "That's good, that's good..."

After finishing speaking, as if he suddenly remembered something, his tone suddenly rose: "That guy didn't come to see you, did he?"

"No."

Zhuma breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine if you don't have one."

Then he said angrily: "That's a devil! That guy deserves—"

"If there is nothing else, you can leave first." Xie Ling was not in the mood to listen to him complaining here, and issued an order to evict the guest.

"Don't, don't—" Zhuma was a little unwilling.

Although he said that he gave up, it was not so easy to give up. He was always thinking about how to hold this person in his arms.

When he came this time, he naturally wanted to chat with this person for a while, and it would be great if he could return to the same way as before.

"I just recovered from a serious illness, and I need to rest for a while." Xie Ling said in a calm tone, unable to hear emotions.

"Okay then." Zhuma had no choice but to give up when he heard this. After all, it was related to his illness, so he couldn't just stay here with a face.

"Then you can accept this fruit." The bamboo horse smiled and handed over the basket.

Xie Ling didn't refuse either, after all, the two were good friends once, if it was fruit or something, there was nothing to refuse.

Seeing that he accepted it, the bamboo horse left consciously.

After the bamboo horse left, Xie Ling sat in the room doing nothing.

He can't go to school now, because his mother is too concerned about his condition, and he is worried that he will go to school when he is just discharged from the hospital.

So now, he really has nothing to do.

Xie Ling looked at the time, it was almost noon, why don't he make lunch?

Heart is worse than action.

Xie Ling immediately went to the kitchen to fiddle with it.

He couldn't cook before.

His mother spoiled him too much and never let him touch these things. What his mother wanted to do most was to serve delicious meals to her son.

Her son can show a smile for this, and she is satisfied.

She knew her son well, knew that her son was born with a lack of emotion, and she always thought it was her fault.

She took all the blame on herself, and she felt that this congenital disease was caused by herself.

But she really thought too much.

Her son hoped that she would work less. In her son's heart, no one is more important than her.

Her son wishes he could afford something so she wouldn't be so tired.

Yes, they are a single parent family without a father.

Xie Ling's father passed away in an accident when he was very young.

It was his mother who brought him up.

While cooking, Xie Ling thought about the past.

In the past, when he proposed to cook by himself, his mother always scolded him with a serious face and told him to go aside.

Thinking about it now, he shouldn't have listened to his mother at that time. He had to be stronger and protect his mother.

When my mother came back from work, she smelled the smell of food before opening the door.

what happened?

Mother was a little puzzled, and he slowly opened the door.

As soon as she walked into the living room, she saw a table full of meals.

Two simple dishes, fried very well, the color makes people appetite, and the aroma can be smelled from far away.

Mother was a little stunned, she looked up at Xie Ling who was fiddling with the tableware, her lips trembling.

"Lingling, you did all of these?"

Her tone of voice was also a little shaky.

Xie Ling stepped forward to support her and let her sit down.

"Mom, look, I've grown up, you don't have to worry about me anymore." Xie Ling showed a warm smile.

Mother is really relieved.

-

In an unknown corner, there is a pair of eyes watching all this silently.

The whole body of the man was hidden in the darkness.

He seemed to regard himself as something shady.

He is blaming himself.

His eyes were glued to the screen, to the man who glowed wherever he was.

"You're back at last, dear."