Poor little in the Shura field

Xue Yu woke up the next day and found it difficult to even breathe.

He faintly realized something, and called out the system in his mind: "Tong, am I going to forcefully leave today?"

The system replied quickly: [Yes, you are prepared, it may be a little uncomfortable if the pain shield is not turned on. 】

Xue Yu bit her lip, seeming to be complaining but not complaining: "It's not a little bit, I'm almost dying of pain now."

The system checked the progress and reassured: [It won't hurt for long, probably within an hour. 】

Xue Yu bargained: "I'm going to make a fuss for one more minute."

【…】

Xue Yu closed her eyes and took a breath, glanced outside at the vast white snow field, and suddenly asked: "Did Xie Qingyun's mother not have the operation yet?"

He changed the subject too quickly, and the system was stunned for a moment before replying: [Yes, the protagonist Shou hasn't saved enough money yet, why do you ask this? 】

"It's okay, just ask."

Xue Yu licked his dry lips, the discomfort in his body gradually intensified, he squinted his eyes, and endured the discomfort: "After I leave, can the protagonist Gong Shou still be together?"

The system told the truth: [Judging from the current situation, it should be very difficult. 】

Xue Yu moaned and scolded: "That's right, my mouth is about to be kissed to death by that bastard."

[If you stay any longer, it's not just the mouth that's rotten. 】

Xue Yu: "..."

His face flushed again, Xue Yu's eyelashes fluttered, and he almost pointed at the system and said he was not serious: "Stop saying such things."

……

New snow is flying.

Xue Yu walked out of the room with a sullen face as usual, and sat down at the dining table.

Xie Qingyun had already prepared a meal for him, and the porcelain bowl was still steaming, fogging his dark eyelashes.

Fu Yang seemed to be out shopping. He sent messages to Xue Yu all night, and he was still admitting his mistakes and apologizing until four or five o'clock in the morning. Xue Yu pretended not to see it and ignored it.

He picked up the chopsticks and was about to eat when Xie Qingyun suddenly pressed his wrist, frowned slightly, thought for a moment before saying: "...Your expression is not right."

Xue Yu withdrew her hand indifferently, her face as white as porcelain jade showed no reaction: "Why is it wrong?"

Xie Qingyun didn't start anymore, just said softly: "It's a little bad, is there something uncomfortable for you?"

Xue Yu couldn't help marveling at the protagonist's sensitivity, he flapped his eyelashes a few times, and denied: "No, you're thinking too much."

Having said that, his appearance is not convincing at all.

Only the man's palm-sized face was bloodless, his eyelids were drooping, the redness on his lips had faded a little, and he was a little dry. His already white wrists were now almost transparent white, and the blue meridians were hidden under the skin.

The whole person looked like they were about to fall apart at any moment.

Xue Yu could feel Xie Qingyun staring at him closely, but he didn't raise his head, he calmly picked up the chopsticks and drank a few mouthfuls of porridge.

After taking a few sips, he stood up abruptly, rushed to the sink, and vomited it out with a pale face.

Xie Qingyun followed closely behind him, stroking Xueyu's back with his broad palm, and handed over a paper with his right hand: "Uncomfortable stomach?"

Xue Yu didn't have a stomachache, but a severe heartache.

After vomiting once, the corners of his eyes forced out rational tears, his eyes were watery, and his soft red lips were panting eagerly.

Xue Yu's legs were a little weak due to the pain, and she didn't want to help the cold thing, so she turned around and grabbed the corner of Xie Qingyun's clothes.

Xie Qingyun took advantage of the situation to catch him, wrapping his right hand around his waist to prevent him from paralyzing.

Xie Qingyun hadn't been this close to him for a long time.

In an instant, he was stunned by the soft and tender flesh in his hand, so soft that his thoughts froze, he paused, and his voice was hoarse: "I'll help you out."

The heart seemed to be pinched by a big hand, and kept clenching tightly, Xue Yu's face was pale, her breathing trembled, she was usually not good at all, but now she let him hold her softly.

It seems that he doesn't have the energy to scold or refuse anything to him now.

But Xie Qingyun felt uneasy for no reason.

He lightly pursed his lips, put Xue Yu on the sofa, and said in a solemn tone, "Have you taken any medicine recently? Have you gone to the hospital for regular checkups?"

The original owner had a heart problem and was dying on medicine.

However, the original owner knew that he would die sooner or later if he could not be saved. He often did not take medicine and went to the hospital regularly. In his eyes, the most important thing is to enjoy yourself in time.

Xue Yu curled up and did not answer, he was soaked in sweat, as if he had just been soaked in water, only by hugging his knees and folding himself up, could he barely relieve the pain.

But later, the colic came over him overwhelmingly, and Xue Yu was in so much pain that she wanted to die right now.

Xie Qingyun wiped the sweat off his forehead, and said in a calm tone, "I'll get you the medicine."

He said a few more words, but Xue Yu didn't hear clearly, his eyes were blurred and distorted, and the heat from the colic almost burned him completely.

When Xie Qingyun came out with the medicine, Xue Yu's face was so pale that it was horrible, he sat there quietly with his eyes closed tightly, as if he had lost all energy and would collapse if pushed.

Xie Qingyun suddenly realized that it was not as simple as taking medicine.

Sometimes things just happen so suddenly.

Just before Xue Yu was about to fall to the ground, Xie Qingyun strode over and caught him.

Xue Yu leaned against him, breathing weakly, she didn't even want to open her eyes to see what happened.

Xie Qingyun tried her best to stabilize her trembling fingertips, her throat was dry and hoarse, and she struggled to find out what to do now in her chaotic brain: "...I'll take you to the hospital, soon, soon."

Xue Yu was picked up by Xie Qingyun.

The man's footsteps were steady and fast, but his arms, which usually wouldn't shake when injured or bleeding, trembled slightly and imperceptibly at this moment. The shaking was very small, but it was enough to make the face of the person who couldn't stand any stimulation in his arms turn pale. paler.

"I'm sorry," Xie Qingyun clenched his finger bones tightly, trying to restrain the shaking, but it backfired, and the shaking became more severe. Finally, he let out a deep breath and repeated: "Be patient, it will be here soon."

Xue Yu's heart seemed to be chopped by a machine vigorously, and his disordered breathing made his forehead wet with sweat, he frowned lightly, held back the dizziness of his brain, and stopped his useless efforts with a hoarse voice: "Put me down, don't need to go. "

Xie Qingyun acted as if he hadn't heard of it, he didn't know if he was comforting himself or Xue Yu, he said in a low voice, "I've already called, and it will take less than 10 minutes to dial the car from the central hospital, are you cold?"

Xue Yu shook her head with all her strength, she didn't even have the strength to speak.

It is said that patients do not want others to show solemn expressions, and they will be very nervous.

Xie Qingyun tried his best to stretch his eyebrows, his tone was pretending to be relaxed, and he said in a chatty way: "It's fine if it's not cold, you didn't eat much in the morning, and you can eat some after you come back from the examination. Is there anything you want to eat?"

"..."

There seemed to be a vague, long siren sound in the distance.

After not hearing an answer for a long time, Xie Qingyun lowered his jaw and lowered his eyes.

"... Xue Yu?"

"Pei Xueyu!"

One day in December, the north wind was bad.

The young master of the Pei family was rescued in the operating room for a few hours, unable to return to heaven, and died in the cold winter of Shujiu.

The Pei family knew that this day would come. They held a low-key funeral. Apart from relatives, not many people came.

The major media sections were occupied by this news, some people lamented the impermanence of fate, some people used it to talk after cooking, and discussed vigorously for more than ten days, and then were distracted by other things.

Pei Xueyu was buried in a cemetery on Qijing Mountain.

Five years passed in the blink of an eye.

Tan Da watched one group after another of students leave. The commendation red wall outside the school was pasted with outstanding students who had graduated from previous years. There were pictures one after another. Looking from left to right, one of them was particularly eye-catching.

A handsome and indifferent face, straight lips, eyebrows and eyes as black as ink paintings.

The reason why he is attractive is firstly that he is good-looking, and secondly that he is the only one who is not smiling among the smiling pictures all over the wall.

Many people in Tan University know him. He entered Tan University with the highest score in the college entrance examination in Tan City. He chose a popular major that is easy and worry-free.

He has excellent grades in every subject, but suddenly made the decision to change majors at the beginning of his sophomore year.

He went to a completely unfamiliar medical major.

He seldom speaks, seldom socializes with others, has a strange temper and is somewhat independent, and he is devoted to his studies. He went abroad in the year of graduation.

After a postgraduate study and a Ph.D., I would watch some heart-related cases in my spare time.

I heard that there was a seriously ill mother in his family, and the cost of treatment was very high. He didn't have enough money, and the operation had been delayed.

He has done almost all the part-time jobs near the school, and he has broken them into more than a dozen parts a day, which is still far away from sky-high surgery fees.

In fact, he is rich, and a sum of money is remitted to his account every month. On a certain day in December, he remitted a huge sum of money, which was just enough for his mother's surgery fee, but he never paid a penny from the beginning to the end. Money is useless.

He continued to work part-time abroad, taking on some bilingual translation work, and paid for his mother's medical expenses.

The operation was a success, his mother recovered and everything went well.

His life can be on the right track, and he can reach heights that others cannot reach. It can be seen that anyone who has seen him knows that his temperament is more dull than before. Life is like a pool of stagnant water, and nothing can set off his mood swings.

is a weirdo.

That's what everyone who knew him said.

……

The Fu family has a strict family background and many rules. In order to stand firm in the Vanity Fair, Mr. Fu often persuaded his son to get married.

He even backed down his bottom line again and again, and agreed to countless absurd demands that he would never have agreed to before.

But his son was indifferent.

This business marriage is not something that can be concluded by one party's decision. Mr. Fu did everything he could to make all kinds of conditions and tricks. His son didn't even give him a look, leaving him jumping up and down like a clown. .

Until one day, his son came back from outside with a tired face, and said hoarsely in the smoke: "Dad, I don't want to get married, stop making trouble."

He had never seen his son's dejected appearance, and he didn't look like him anymore.

No longer high-spirited, no longer loose and casual, and it will be like this for a long time to come.

The marriage ended with Mr. Fu's fear.

During that time, he was afraid that something might happen to his son, so he either followed him secretly or sent a driver to report to him in real time.

His son seemed normal, but not so normal.

As usual, there is no delay in work or negotiation. The family business is booming, and the social circle and life track are also the same.

There is only one thing, he seems to be quite concerned about a certain cemetery.

It will allocate money from its own account for repairs, and it will be cleaned frequently.

No one knew whether he cared about the cemetery or the people in the cemetery.

……

Qijingshan Cemetery.

Every December, when it snows heavily.

In front of the tomb of the young master of the Pei family, there will always be two figures in front and back, one is cool and handsome, and the other is dignified and handsome.

They stand for most of the day.

Until the twilight is all together, I go back with my shoulders full of frost and snow.

The results of the quick game talk came out.

They want to correct the plot of the world and the relationship between the two male protagonists.

They tried more than once to interfere with the brains of the protagonist, Gong Shou, and to erase the information about Pei Xueyu in their memory, but failed many times, and tried other methods, but ended in failure. They had no choice but to give up. this world.

Xue Yu, who was forced to leave, was now in the darkness.

His body still had the pain from the previous world, his heart was torn and colic, and he squeezed his white lips tightly in pain. He couldn't open his eyelids, and he could only hear a strange voice in his ear, as if in nothingness, in the empty space. issued from the place.

[No. 092 host data detection completed, system binding completed, identity positioning completed, matching the new world... Ding dong, the matching is successful. 】

[Teleport to the next world——]