Quick Transmigration: White Moonlight Self-Rescue Guide

Although Qi Xinzhu didn't tell Peng Kong, he asked someone to change his room, and now he is on the top floor of the whole villa, which is the fourth floor.

When Peng Cong saw him moving, he probably noticed it, but he didn't say anything after seeing Qi Xinzhu's appearance.

He just said: "Ah Xing, you can tell me anything, I'm still here."

Qi Xinzhu nodded, smiled slightly, and comforted: "Don't worry, I just think that room has a better view, don't worry."

There are servants at home, and Qi Xinzhu doesn't need to do it himself, he just needs to stay in the living room for a while, and they will take care of everything.

Peng Cong was looking at Newdream's product drawings for this season, and there was a thick pile of them after printing them out with a printer.

He sat on the overseas phone call, seemed dissatisfied, frowned and scolded: "Have you seen it yourself, what kind of things did you get? You didn't see it at all, so you have the nerve to hand it over to me."

He studied abroad in his early years, and he stayed abroad for so many years. He speaks very good English, and he doesn't swear. He just uses slang, oblique sarcasm, and some sentences are mixed with Chinese humor. Can't understand.

Qi Hsinchu heard it interesting, and slightly hooked the corners of his lips.

Peng Cong saw it too. He just took a moment to look at Qi Hsinchu. He was wearing a pair of flat gold-rimmed glasses, a white sweater cardigan embroidered with white bamboo patterns, and was reading a novel in a foreign language. The bangs in front of the forehead hang down softly, gracefully.

He looks like an unworldly noble son who has never experienced so many messy things.

However, before he sighed in his heart, it was he who failed to protect him and failed his parents' expectations, and now he finally brought him back to his side, this time he swore with his life that he would never be subject to any harm.

Otherwise, even if he died, he would not have the face to meet his Qi family's parents, and he would be sorry for raising him up so much.

Qi Xinzhu read the book for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Is the sacrifice for father and mother ready?"

A servant replied: "Young master, you are ready."

When Qi Xinzhu heard his address, he waved his hands in embarrassment, "Don't call me that, just call me by my name."

The other party didn't listen, and changed the address very calmly: "Okay, Master Hsinchu."

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I don't know if it was to match the atmosphere, but on the day they went to worship, the sky that had been clear for several days suddenly turned overcast, as if the sky was covered with a layer of black gauze, piled up on the horizon from shallow to deep.

Their parents were buried on a mountain on the outskirts of the capital city. At that time, they just went back to China to visit their relatives and friends, but unexpectedly they stayed here for life.But it can be regarded as returning to the roots of fallen leaves on another level.To get there is another hour or two by car.

The sky outside is like ink, and the pressure is extremely low, making Qi Xinzhu feel that he can touch the sky with his hand.

The rain, as thin as silk thread, was pattering down. Peng Kong and Qi Xinzhu were wearing black suits, and Qi Xinzhu also wore a white corsage, looking a bit solemn. They walked up from the cemetery holding umbrellas.

Neither of them said a word, and neither of them could be indifferent to the disaster, but they were both pretending not to care, so as to alleviate everyone's pain.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Qi Xinzhu heard something behind him. He turned his head suddenly, but when he looked around, there was no one on the empty steps except them.

But just now he felt that someone was following him, maybe he felt wrong, so he looked away.

Seeing his movements, Peng Cong tilted his head and asked worriedly, "What's wrong?"

Qi Xinzhu shook his head and smiled stiffly, "It's okay, I just saw a dog running past."

Peng Kong said, "Let's go."

Qi Xinzhu nodded, and the two walked side by side again, slowly climbing up the steps, the black suit was soaked by the slanting drizzle.

The cemetery of Qi's parents is deep in the cemetery. After all, Qi Xinzhu doesn't want too many people to disturb their tranquility. Looking at the familiar and kind faces on the tombstone, Qi Xinzhu can't help but feel a pain in his heart.

He knew that this was the original owner's own emotion, which was very strong, but he couldn't control it, so he could only endure it silently, and he didn't know what to comfort.

He just kept silent for a long time and then secretly said: "Don't worry, after I leave, I will definitely build a better tomb for you, and let your family reunite."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Qi Xinzhu feels that the comforting effect is not great, and the pain in his heart still hasn't subsided.

After the two worshiped respectfully according to the procedure, when it was time to leave, Qi Xinzhu suddenly said, "Brother Peng Kong, I want to be alone with my parents for a while, okay?"

Peng Hong paused, he was a little worried, but he couldn't bear to refuse him, and said, "Hela is good, I'll wait for you next to you." Before leaving, he patted his shoulder lightly, with a comforting tone, "Don't be too sad , parents do not want to see."

After Peng Kong left, Qi Xinzhu stood in front of Qi's father and Qi's mother's tomb, slowly put down the umbrella, bent his straight body, and then knelt down again, his back was bent, as if he had been crushed.

In front of his parents, no matter how old he is, he is just a child.

Qin Yuheng, who was hiding under a tree at one side, felt a dull pain in his heart when he saw Qi Xinzhu's movements, but it was so intense and unbearable hidden deep in his body, his heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a big hand.

In fact, he really wanted to help that frail boy up, or hold him in his arms to cover him from the rain. He didn't want him to get caught in the rain. He was in such poor health. If he got caught in the rain and went back, he would definitely catch a cold again.

However, he couldn't do all of these, he had long lost the qualification to see him again, but he really couldn't bear it, so he followed people all the way here so despicably.

Because the weather is not good today, there are not many people in the cemetery, and Qi Xinzhu's voice is crying, very depressing.

Qi Xinzhu tried his best to say goodbye to the original owner and his parents, so he tried to shrink his emotional perception and control of the body, and stayed silently by himself.

He looked at the photo on the tombstone, and two kind-faced middle-aged men looked at him with smiles.

Maybe his parents are not good people in the eyes of others, but for him, they are definitely the best pair of parents, whether it is for his education or life.

It's just that the only time they treated him badly was by leaving him forever.

"—Mom and Dad, I miss you so much, why did you leave me?" He muttered to himself, his fingers caressing the photo on the tombstone involuntarily.

Qin Yuheng was far away, but he could vaguely hear what he said. To be honest, he really knew the pain of losing his parents all at once, and the feeling that no one would say no matter what wronged him. Parent's child, he was pitiful enough, but what did he do?

Ask yourself, even if he is not the culprit of all this, but he is the executioner who contributed to it.

I don't know how long it took, watching Qi Xinzhu cry, his heart also fell in pain, but he let himself look at it like masochistic, and he suddenly felt that he could only feel better if he was more painful than him.

But not long after, a person suddenly broke into the drizzle. He put a black coat on him very gently, held the umbrella in his hand for Qi Xinzhu, and most of his shoulders were exposed. outside.

There were still wet tears in Qi Xinzhu's eyes, bloodshot eyes, he rubbed it with the back of his hand, he didn't want to cry anymore, he felt so ashamed, his parents definitely didn't want to see him like this.

Peng Kong looked at him, his eyes were full of distress, he sighed silently and slowly helped him up, and then embraced him in his arms, this time Qi Xinzhu didn't refuse either, relying on his strength as if drained of strength. On him, his shoulders were like his only fulcrum.

Although Peng Hong was sad, seeing him like this still felt distressed, and said: "Don't be sad, you still have me, and parents will hope you have a happy life."

When Qi Xinzhu heard Peng Kong's words, his lacrimal glands, which he thought were dry, suddenly felt itchy again.

Qin Yuheng stood aside and saw them embracing each other. His whole body was almost cold, but his chest was extremely warm. Two forces were wrestling in his body, and his fists were clenched tightly.

He saw with his own eyes that Peng Cong was by his side, helped him up, hugged him, held an umbrella for him, and did whatever he wanted to do.

For the first time, he felt that a man could be so jealous that he went crazy, he didn't even care about anything, and he even hoped to go up and give him two punches right now.

But he was afraid of seeing Qi Xinzhu, and also afraid of seeing Qi's parents. He was afraid of seeing Qi Xinzhu's disappointed and hateful eyes.

He was afraid that the second elder would ask himself why he treated their son like this, why he was so cruel.

Qin Yuheng clenched his fists and forced himself to stare at them almost like masochistic, his eyes were red.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and he let the rain slap on him, not avoiding it.

Until Qi Xinzhu and the two finally walked out slowly.

I don't know how long it took before Qin Yuheng moved his stiff legs, and then slowly walked to the cemetery of Qi's parents, bowed respectfully to them three times, but did not speak, he knew that they might not want to see to your own.

-

When Peng Cong returned home, he told Qi Hsinchu about his arrangement. He had already chartered a private jet and could take off the next afternoon.

Qi Hsinchu was sitting on the sofa. He had just taken a shower, his hair was still wet, and he was wearing a bath towel, drinking the ginger coke in his hand in small sips.

Peng Cong said: "You got caught in the rain today, you must finish drinking this, otherwise you will catch a cold easily."

Qi Xinzhu nodded obediently. The smell of the stuff was so strong that it choked his nose, but he still forced himself to drink it in small sips.

An aunt in the kitchen poked her head out and said, "The young master boiled it with Coke just because he was afraid that you wouldn't like it."

Qi Xinzhu looked at Peng Kong who was working, and thanked him earnestly.

Peng Cong helped him, enough to help the Qi family, he drank slowly, and he should think about what he could do to help Peng Cong in the end.

Peng Cong didn't know what he was thinking, so he just looked up at him, and finally his complexion became ruddy these days, and he rubbed his hair.

"What are you talking about? We are a family, the kind that want to spend a lifetime together."

Qi Xinzhu's expression was complicated, it was impossible for him to live with Peng Kong for the rest of his life.

And he may be leaving soon, but he is really lucky to meet someone who treats him so sincerely in this small world. After all, without him, he still doesn't know if the mission can go so smoothly.

The author says:

I went to the dentist today, and the doctor asked me why my teeth were worn out so badly at a young age, and I said it was because I had gritted my teeth all these years. ╮(??ω??)╭