The system forced me to be a scumbag [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Shiwu and Yuan Linfei cooked a large table of dishes.

There are eight large dishes on the small square table in the living room, and the staple food is beef fried noodles in the middle of the table.

The four of them sat down at the table, and Shen Shiwu smiled and asked Shen Siyang: "Son, you are an adult, do you want to have some wine with Dad for dinner?"

After asking Shen Siyang, he looked at Sang Huaiqi again: "Xiao Qi, do you want to have some too?"

Sang Huaiqi handed over the choice to Shen Siyang.

Seeing Sang Huaiqi's gaze, Shen Siyang asked in confusion, "Do you know how to drink?"

Sang Huaiqi nodded in response.

Shen Siyang has never drank alcohol once in 18 years.

So he thought for a moment, and finally nodded.

Shen Shiwu got up to get the wine.

Yuan Linfei warned him the moment he got up: "One person can have up to two cans. My son doesn't need to work too hard. You have to go to work tomorrow."

Shen Shiwu's alcohol capacity is average, and he usually falls asleep after two bottles.

So he knew what to do, and only took a few cans from the kitchen.

Eat and drink.

Shen Shiwu chatted with Shen Siyang: "Is there any direction for applying for university majors?"

Shen Siyang shook his head.

Opening the can of beer at hand and taking a sip, he was instantly furious and frowned.

Seeing that his whole face was wrinkled into a ball, Shen Shiwu was instantly amused: "Is it that bad?"

Shen Siyang gave an objective evaluation: "It's not delicious."

After evaluating, he looked at Sang Huaiqi who was beside him.

Sang Huaiqi had already opened his can of beer.

Noticing Shen Siyang's gaze, he agreed softly: "Well, it's really not that good."

Yuan Linfei laughed as she peeled the prawns beside her: "It's still too late to change the way to drink orange juice with me. Whoever proposes to drink beer will be thrown to him."

Shen Shiwu couldn't agree, and immediately coaxed and lied: "Drink two more sips, it will taste better, you can try two more sips."

Try it, you can eat it in one can.

Shen Shiwu, who had already opened the second can, saw that Shen Siyang, who was leaning against the dining table, was a little confused, and immediately brought himself in together to laugh at him: "Son, you can drink as much as your father and I do, pour three cups."

Shen Siyang leaned on the dining table with his elbows, and asked lazily, "Ms. Yuan is a good drinker?"

Shen Shiwu opened his mouth and blew: "Your mother! You won't get drunk after a thousand cups! I think back then, when you were all-powerful, the legend of the wine world..."

Before he finished playing, Yuan Linfei gave Yuan Linfei a headache: "Go to sleep when you're drunk, don't talk nonsense here."

Shen Shiwu smiled and moved to Yuan Linfei's side: "My wife, it's not enough to praise you."

The two talked to each other, and the voice gradually became blurred in Shen Siyang's ears.

It was the first time for Shen Siyang to drink, and Shen Siyang couldn't adapt to the feeling of being slightly drunk after drinking.

His brain seemed out of control, and his eyes couldn't help but fall on Sang Huaiqi.

The feeling of being out of control pulled Shen Siyang back half a year ago.

In the past six months, she has gradually distanced herself from Sang Huaiqi, and Shen Siyang almost forgot the wonderful feelings that had surged half a year ago.

At that time, I said that I had to think clearly about things, but I still haven't figured it out.

Shen Shiwu was right.

After drinking two more sips of wine, the wine didn't seem so bad anymore.

After drinking one can, Shen Siyang opened another.

He drank for a while, and occasionally heard someone talking to him, and he responded with a straight line of thinking.

As the topic got away from him, he uncontrollably went to look at Sang Huaiqi again.

My head is a little heavy.

Eyes open and close.

He suddenly woke up when he heard Sang Huaiqi's voice in his ears.

After waking up, he looked at the dining table and found that Shen Shiwu and Yuan Linfei had disappeared.

He looked at Sang Huaiqi in some confusion: "Where are my parents?"

Sang Huaiqi responded warmly: "We just went upstairs, shall we go up too?"

Shen Siyang looked dazedly at the person beside him.

His vision was a little blurry, he blinked to see the person clearly, and then nodded obediently.

Sang Huaiqi stood up first, and then reached out to help the obviously drunk man.

The physical contact between the two has gradually decreased in the past six months.

He was deliberately restraining, and Shen Siyang was also deliberately avoiding it.

But drunk people have no such consciousness.

Sang Huaiqi reached out to help.

Shen Siyang, who was sitting on the chair, just looked up at the hand stretched out in front of him, and put his hand on it without the slightest hesitation.

Sang Huaiqi helped Shen Siyang up, and Shen Siyang, who was holding his hand lightly, did not intend to let go at all.

Staring at the young man who was quiet and slow in his reaction, Sang Huaiqi gathered his palms together after thinking for a moment, and just like that, he led Shen Siyang and walked upstairs slowly.

It was dark outside the window.

The sky was shrouded in dark clouds, and the moon and stars could not be seen in darkness.

The cool night breeze poured into the bedroom through the wide open windows.

Sang Huaiqi led Shen Siyang closer to the bedroom.

He closed the bedroom door, and was about to let go of Shen Siyang's hand to close the window, but found that the boy was still holding his palm tightly.

Sang Huaiqi looked down at Shen Siyang.

The drunken boy's eyes were foggy, with a bit of stubbornness in his eyes, and he looked at him calmly.

Sang Huaiqi felt his heart being scratched.

Thin and dense pain.

He took Shen Siyang's hand back, and led him to the window.

After closing the window with one hand, he turned around and looked at Shen Siyang again, and asked aloud, "Do you want to take a bath?"

Shen Siyang stared at him, and responded slowly: "Do you wash? If you wash, I will wash it. If you don't wash it, I won't wash it."

Sang Huaiqi looked at him for a moment, raised his hand to brush away the broken hair on his forehead, and then stroked his forehead.

It's not sticky, so I shouldn't be sweating much today.

Although Shen Siyang is afraid of heat, he is not prone to sweating.

Unless it is extremely hot in summer, he is basically dry.

Seeing this, Sang Huaiqi withdrew his hand and said again: "Then get up and wash tomorrow, do you want to sleep now?"

I thought it would be the same answer as before.

Who would have thought this time, Shen Siyang shook his head very firmly.

The person who was obviously very sleepy even blinked much more frequently than usual, but stubbornly said not to sleep.

Sang Huaiqi was speechless.

After a while, he recovered his voice and tried to soften his tone: "Can I sleep with you in my arms?"

Shen Siyang didn't shake his head this time.

Just didn't nod again.

After staring at Sang Huaiqi for a long time, he opened his hand to Sang Huaiqi.

Sang Huaiqi took him into his arms and walked towards the bed.

Just sat down on the edge of the bed, ready to lie down.

Shen Siyang in his arms suddenly hugged him tightly: "Don't lie down, I won't sleep."

Sang Huaiqi stopped moving.

He sat stiffly by the bed for a long while, and finally adjusted to a comfortable position for Shen Siyang, and did not continue to lie down after listening to Shen Siyang.

Without touching the bed, Shen Siyang, who was nestled in Sang Huaiqi's arms, instantly relaxed a lot.

He put his head on Sang Huaiqi's shoulder, smelled the familiar and reassuring fragrance of flowers in front of his nose, and said softly: "Brother Xiaoqi, let's chat."

Sang Huaiqi hugged Shen Siyang gently, and said softly, "What do you want to talk about?"

Shen Siyang lay on his shoulder for a while: "You haven't hugged me for a long time."

There was a slight trace of grievance in the voice.

Sang Huaiqi's throat tightened: "Didn't you hug me this afternoon?"

Shen Siyang disagreed: "That doesn't count."

Sang Huaiqi patted him on the back, agreeing with Shen Siyang's words: "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize." Shen Siyang leaned back slightly and looked up at him, "I know you don't want to."

The close distance intertwined the breathing of the two.

Shen Siyang stared at Sang Huaiqi for a while, then nestled back into Sang Huaiqi's arms again, and buried his head on Sang Huaiqi's shoulder.

"Brother Xiao Qi," he said again, "Have I done well in the past six months?"

Shen Siyang didn't say clearly what was good or bad, but Sang Huaiqi instantly understood.

He looked up at the warm yellow light on the ceiling, letting the pain like a needle prick spread in his heart.

"well-done."

The person nestled in his arms suddenly became quiet.

This time it was quiet for a long time before he spoke again: "Then I..."

The voice suddenly stopped.

Sang Huaiqi felt the person in his arms trembling.

Vibration of small magnitude.

It was obvious that he endured and endured, pressed and pressed, and finally said the second half of the sentence: "Now, am I considered a qualified adult?"

Shen Siyang worked hard to say this sentence calmly.

But at the end, the voice still trembled.

Sang Huaiqi failed to respond for a long time.

The strong consciousness finally lost to the crazy drowsiness after the drunkenness.

Shen Siyang couldn't wait for the answer, so he nestled in Sang Huaiqi's arms and became silent.

When he woke up again, he was awakened by a loud thunder.

The room was pitch black, and the rain outside the window was loud.

After taking a nap for a few hours, most of the drunkenness dissipated.

After adapting to the darkness for a short time, Shen Siyang noticed the empty side of the bed and sat up from the bed instantly.

He raised his hand and turned on the bedroom light.

The silence in the house was eerie.

The alarm clock on the wall said two o'clock in the evening.

He slept in the bed of two people every night, but tonight he was the only one left.

A huge panic enveloped Shen Siyang.

The whole body is as cold as falling into a cold cellar.

Shen Siyang ran out of bed in a panic, and ran into the bathroom with bare feet, even without putting on his slippers.

no one.

The bedroom is empty.

The bathroom is empty.

— My guardian spirit passed away yesterday.When I woke up, I couldn't find it no matter what.

The words that frightened Shen Siyang countless times in his sleep came to mind again.

The suffocating words filled his brain one after another, restraining him until he couldn't breathe.

Shen Siyang ran out of the bedroom with dizzy pupils.

He didn't bother to turn on the lights, so he ran downstairs.

There is no one in the living room.

The kitchen was empty.

The storage room on the first floor was also empty.

Shen Siyang was so nervous that he forgot to breathe, and ran upstairs again in the dark.

Too anxious, the back of my foot hit the stairs.

The sudden surge of pain overwhelmed him instantly.

After enduring it for half a year, the tears that he wanted to pour out time and time again and were swallowed up by him finally crossed the threshold, broke the dam, and gushed out crazily.

Shen Siyang endured the pain and got up from the stairs, letting tears flow, and continued to run upstairs.

Searched through room after room.

Hopes fail again and again.

Find the door to his bedroom with the light on.

Shen Siyang caught a glimpse of the figure in the bedroom with tears in his eyes, stopped his movements all of a sudden, and stood there in a daze, afraid to step in because of an illusion.

Until the people in the room walked out, a familiar gentle voice sounded: "It rained suddenly, I went to the top floor to collect my clothes."

Shen Siyang stood in the dark hall.

Sang Huaiqi walked out of the bedroom, only to see the people in the middle hall clearly.

Seeing that Shen Siyang was barefoot, he quickened his pace instantly: "Why did you run out barefoot?"

As soon as the words fell, the people standing in the middle hall suddenly rushed to him and hugged him.

Tears instantly wet Sang Huaiqi's clothes.

Sang Huaiqi was stunned: "Si Yang?"

Shen Siyang tightly circled the person in front of him.

Really feeling the truth, the person who had been tense for half a year finally broke down and said, "I can't do it."

"Sang Huaiqi, I still can't say goodbye to you in person. I really... really worked hard to do this, but I still can't do it well."

"I'm not a qualified adult, can you not leave?"

The person who has never indulged in crying in 18 years is crying like a helpless child at this moment.

A light came on in the room diagonally opposite.

Not long after, the door opened, and Shen Shiwu and Yuan Linfei, who were listening to the movement, came out of the room.

The two of them met Sang Huaiqi's eyes.

Sang Huaiqi glanced at the husband and wife, then lowered his eyes to Shen Siyang who was choking and trembling in his arms for a long while.

Looking up again, he shook his head slightly at the husband and wife, motioning for himself to handle the matter.

Shen Shiwu hesitated.

In the end, she was dragged back to the house by Yuan Linfei.

The door on the opposite side was closed.

Sang Huaiqi looked at Shen Siyang again, and gently picked up the person in his arms.

Carry back to the house and close the door.

Standing under the bright light, he noticed that the skin on the back of Shen Siyang's foot was oozing blood.

Frowning tightly, he carried Shen Siyang to the locker and rummaged through to find the medicine box.

Carrying the medicine box, he walked to the bed and sat down.

He didn't do anything else for the time being, just hugged Shen Siyang, raised his hand and patted Shen Siyang's back.

The boy's broken cry pulled out Sang Huaiqi's memory, reminding Sang Huaiqi of himself when he was 17 years old.

Sang Huaiqi is 17 years old.

After struggling through more than ten years of life, I thought I would slowly see the light, but suddenly encountered the death of my parents, and realized the impermanence of life first.

The family that lost its support seemed to collapse at any time, the huge debts, and the direction of life that could not be easily chosen.

17-year-old Sang Huaiqi stood at the bottom of the cliff, struggling to look up at the rugged, steep and endless mountain road.

Until a ray of light enters the bottom of the cliff.

The ignorant heartbeat of the first love, accompanied by the weak inferiority complex of young people.

From the moment he decided to meet Shen Siyang, he knew that his decision could not represent the final result.

He has experienced the impermanence of the world more deeply than anyone.

In the worst case, he might not even be able to walk in front of Shen Siyang.

Secondly, when I got there, I couldn't get close.

Once again, I got closer, but couldn't get any closer.

The 17-year-old Sang Huaiqi is not sure whether Shen Siyang will love him or not. The only thing he can do is to work hard to get closer to this goal.

During the years of hard work, he was almost numb and never really experienced pain.

But at this moment, seeing Shen Siyang experiencing the pain he had experienced before, the pain that had been buried in the numb body suddenly doubled back.

He took a deep breath and hugged Shen Siyang tightly.

As I kept encouraging myself when I was 17 years old, I said the same thing to Shen Siyang: "Siyang, go forward, we will meet again."

The boy's sobs gradually eased.

He held onto Sang Huaiqi's clothes tightly, and slowly raised his head to look at Sang Huaiqi.

Sang Huaiqi raised his hand and gently wiped away the tears on his face.

"I'm still waiting for you to figure out what you said you wanted to think for yourself, so don't worry, I won't break my word."

Shen Siyang blinked lightly, staring closely at the person close at hand.

Dawn broke.

The rain gradually stopped.

Sunlight broke in through the window, lightly enveloping the lonely teenager sitting on the bed with his legs crossed.

The boy's white instep was tied with gauze.

The person who carefully tied the gauze on him is no longer there.

The young man with his head buried in his knees felt the light, slowly straightened up, and looked out the window.

The peach trees outside the window sway with the wind.

The full fruits on the branches are heavy, with drops of water hanging on them, as if they will roll off the branches at any time.

The rising sun, which symbolizes new life, hangs high in the sky.

Shen Siyang stared blankly, flashing back to what Sang Huaiqi said before he left.

Si Yang, go forward, we will meet again.