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

The long-distance freight car drove into the country road, turned hard on the narrow gravel road, and finally stopped in front of a two-story house.

A taxi stopped right behind the van.

The rear door opens.

The boy with a canvas bag stepped out of the car, his face covered with sandy wind from the countryside.

Covering his mouth and nose and coughing twice, he raised his hand and closed the car door behind him.

The truck driver poked his head through the window of the driver's seat: "Young man, is this here?"

Shen Siyang nodded.

Turning his back to the wind direction, holding down the T-shirt that was blown by the wind: "Uncle, please open the door of the cargo box, thank you."

The driver opened the door and jumped out of the car, and glanced at the two-story hut that had obviously been neglected for several years.

"Are you moving so many things by yourself? Where are your parents?"

Shen Siyang helped to open the door of the cargo box, and said casually, "I've gone wandering."

The driver Yi Tongle: "Little young man is so funny, I'll help you move some, it just so happens that I'm not busy today."

Shen Siyang looked at the piles of large furniture in the cargo box, nodded his thanks after thinking about it.

He carried all the furniture out of the car with the driver, followed the road in his memory, and bought two bottles of iced drinks at the nearby small shop.

Glimpse of smoke in the window while paying with an iced drink.

He recalled for a moment the brand on the cigarette butt when the driver smoked, raised his hand and clicked on the window, and asked for a box of the same style.

Back at the door, Shen Siyang handed the cigarette and a bottle of iced drink to the driver.

The driver glanced at it, and said politely, "Thank you, the young man has a heart!"

Shen Siyang laughed.

There are two shallow dimples floating on his youthful face under the sun.

He simply said "should be", then took out the key and opened the door of the hut.

The cottage has not been lived in for many years.

As soon as the door opened, the smoke and dust filled the room was shaken.

What Shen Siyang said casually was true.

His parents have indeed gone homeless.

The husband and wife love traveling and have never stayed in any city for more than a year.

Shen Siyang has been traveling with them for the past 18 years. When he was tired, he offered to go back to his hometown to go to school.

His memory of his hometown is still five years ago.

After grandma passed away five years ago, the family of three never returned to their hometown.

Go up the stairs to the bedroom on the second floor.

He turned the doorknob with one hand and unloaded the canvas bag from his back with the other.

Stepped into the house and was about to find a place to put the bag, but suddenly stopped.

His room is where he has lived since he was a child.

It's not big, only the most basic bed, wardrobe and desk are placed in the room.

The desk is placed in front of the window, which looks out on the vast country fields.

It was noon.

The sun shines through the glass window, half of it falls on the dusty desk, and half of it falls on the boy beside the desk.

The boy in front of the window was wearing a clean white T-shirt, and his short curly hair was obediently attached to his ear.

She has bright black eyes, a straight nose and thin lips.

The sun gathered behind him, like an angel falling into the world.

If it wasn't for Shensi Yang's room that no one had lived in for five years, everything would be fine.

Shen Siyang stopped unloading the bag, and looked warily at the strange boy in the room: "Who are you? Why are you at my house?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the boy in the room slowly opening his eyes. Surprise and...surprise?

What's the surprise?

There were footsteps in the stairwell, and the driver's voice came from far to near: "Young man, I see you have a big wardrobe downstairs, do you want me to help you carry it up?"

The big wardrobe was bought by Shen Siyang's parents. There is no shortage at home, and it is not of great use.

Shen Siyang shook his head and responded, "No, thank you."

After answering the driver's words, seeing that the boy in the room didn't show any intention of moving, he said indifferently, "Leave from my house immediately, or I'll call the police."

Hearing this, the boy in the room took two steps outside.

Just as he was about to speak, the driver's voice sounded first: "Is there a thief in the house?"

Shen Siyang simply explained: "There is a stranger."

Hearing this, the driver hurried to Shen Siyang's bedroom and took a look inside.

The room was empty.

He was puzzled and said: "Run?"

Shen Siyang looked puzzled and looked at the person standing brightly in the middle of the room.

He frowned slightly and was about to speak when the boy in the room spoke first.

"They can't see me."

The sound is as warm and sweet as a stream hitting a rock.

The young man raised his hand and gently brushed away the hair covering his forehead, and looked at Shen Siyang seriously: "I have been here for a long time, and you are the first person to see me."

Shen Siyang stood still and digested the boy's words for half a minute.

His gaze fell to the feet of the young man in the room.

The sun gathers behind the boy, but there is no shadow in front of him.

-

Shen Siyang stood at the door of the house, thanked the driver for sending him away, turned around and went back to the house, closed the door, and looked at the person who had been by his side since ten minutes ago.

No, it's not accurate to describe it with people.

Not sure what species it is yet.

The past ten minutes.

When Shen Siyang was moving furniture into the house, he passed by a few older neighbors who were familiar with him.

After several rounds of greetings, Shen Siyang made a decision.

From the current point of view, it is true that no one else can see this boy except him.

He stood by the door and looked at the boy: "What are you? A ghost?"

The young man shook his head.

"No, still don't know?"

"do not know."

Shen Siyang withdrew his gaze and walked upstairs: "No matter what you are, you can't stay here anymore. This is my home, and I will live here for a long time."

The young man followed him, and asked at the exit, "Why?"

Shen Siyang paused slightly, took a deep breath and repeated: "This is my home, and I will live here for a long time."

The boy looked at him and asked seriously, "Does this have anything to do with me staying here?"

Shen Siyang fell into a brief silence.

"How long have you been here?"

The young man shook his head.

"Why are you here?"

The young man shook his head.

"Is there always a memory of the past?"

The young man shook his head.

Very good, I don't know what to ask.

Shen Siyang simply asked: "Then what do you know?"

The boy thought about it seriously, and suddenly floated into the air.

"I can fly."

After the words fell, he flew through the wall of the house again, and then passed back.

"It will go through walls."

Then he raised his hand to caress the table, chair and sofa, and passed his arm through the table, chair and sofa.

"Can't touch anything."

He floated back to Shen Siyang, and raised his hand to pull Shen Siyang's hand.

"I can't touch any..."

Not passing through as expected, his cool palm actually touched Shen Siyang's hot arm skin.

The last word "person" was spit out by him like a little tail.

In the next second, surprise light burst out in his eyes, and he excitedly took Shen Siyang's hand.

"I can touch you!"

The boy's body temperature is cool, like a magic weapon to relieve the heat in the scorching heat.

It's a pity that Shen Siyang is not used to such a touch.

He pulled the boy's hand away.

The hot fingertips touched the smooth skin of the boy's wrist like cream ice cream, and the fingertips curled up uncontrollably.

"Is there any more?" Shen Siyang asked again.

The boy's eyes were still shining with joy, and his bright eyes looked at Shen Siyang: "What else?"

Shen Siyang thought: "For example... name?"

The young man shook his head.

"age?"

The young man shook his head.

Shen Siyang simply stopped asking, and he concluded: "Even if you don't know anything, you can't stay in my house."

-

Facts have proved that Shen Siyang's words don't work at all.

Whether the boy will continue to stay in his house is beyond his control.

One second he pushed the boy out of the house, and the next second the boy could float back to him directly through the door.

Back and forth several times, Shen Siyang simply lay down and ignored.

It took an afternoon to clean the entire two-story building.

Boiled a bowl of noodles for supper.

As night fell, Shen Siyang took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

As soon as his hand reached the hem of his clothes, there was an extra A Piao beside him.

After being silent for half a minute, he finally couldn't continue to ignore him. He looked at the boy and said, "Go out."

The boy glanced at his hands on the hem of his clothes.

This time he was obedient, turned around and floated out with reddish ears.

After taking a shower, Shen Siyang dried his hair, walked out of the bathroom with a sore body, and collapsed on the bed.

The electric fan in the house has been in disrepair for a long time.

Shen Siyang found a bunch in the afternoon, but none of them were usable.

The air conditioner needs to be contacted tomorrow.

Fortunately, it's not too hot tonight.

Shen Siyang rolled up the quilt twice casually, and got ready to sleep.

No sooner had he closed his eyes for two seconds than he felt a gaze that made him shiver.

He sighed and opened his eyes, looking at the guy squatting beside the bed.

The moonlight softened the face of the boy beside the bed, making that already pretty face even more deceptive than in the daytime.

Shen Siyang was very tired and couldn't get out of it for the time being.

He said coldly, "do you sleep at night?"

The boy thought about it and replied: "You can sleep or not."

Shen Siyang heard the words, and responded: "Then please find another room, you can float or sleep as you like, as long as you don't squat beside my bed and stare at me."

The boy didn't say anything for a long time, as if he was thinking.

After a long time he asked, "You don't want me to stay in your room?"

Shen Siyang nodded.

The boy's ears under slightly curly hair moved lightly, and a little light shone in his beautiful eyes: "Then give me a name."

He turned his face slightly, his curly hair swept over his ears: "I see that everyone around here has a name, so do you?"

Shen Siyang watched him quietly with drooping eyelids.

After a while, he looked past the boy and looked at the crescent moon behind the boy and outside the window.

"Okay." He said, quite decently, "Since there is a gap in the moon tonight, then I will call you wicked."

There was a moment of silence in the room.

The young man pursed his lips and retorted in a low voice: "I know what immorality means."

The voice was full of reluctance to the name.

Seeing his reaction, Shen Siyang couldn't help laughing, and continued to tease him lazily: "Then what should I do? I can't think of other names."

Hearing Shen Siyang's laughter, the boy's ears felt hot for no reason.

He stared at Shen Siyang's side face pressed against the pillow, and asked after a while, "What's your name?"

Shen Siyang didn't intend to tell him.

But I don't know if it's because he was too sleepy, and under the long-term eye contact, he responded in a strange way: "Shen Siyang."

The boy thought for a while: "Which three words?"

Shen Siyang was too tired to explain.

The boy waited for a while but did not get an answer, so he raised his hand in front of him: "You can write to me, I can read."

Shen Siyang looked at the hand in front of him a little unresponsively.

The palm is wide, the knuckles are distinct, and the skin on the palm is rosy.

He inexplicably thought of the feeling when he touched the boy's wrist in the afternoon.

Lowering his eyes, he said: "Shen of repeated orders, Si of missing, Yang of poplars."

Hearing the answer, the boy withdrew his hand and nodded.

After a while, I asked again: "Can I have your last name?"

Shen Siyang was about to refuse when he opened his mouth, but when he got to his mouth, he changed his mind: "Okay, Shen Quode."

The boy's lips were pursed into a straight line again, and he seriously refused.

"No, get another one."

He turned to look out the window.

"Shen Wanyue? Shen Qiyue? Shen Yinqing waxing and waning? Shen nightfall?"

Shen Siyang's sleepy mind was filled with a lot of strange names in an instant.

He said: "Stop, I'm going to bed. You go out tonight first, and I'll think about the name tomorrow."

The boy opened his mouth.

Shen Siyang frightened him: "If you say more, I will take back my surname."

The boy shut up for a moment.

He blinked his beautiful eyes twice, seeing Shen Siyang close his eyelids, after thinking for a moment, he obediently got up and floated out.

The bedroom became quiet, and the feeling of staring at him disappeared.

Shen Siyang rolled up the quilt and planned to continue sleeping, but found that he was not so sleepy anymore.

He lay still for a while, but still did not fall asleep, so he simply opened his eyes, folded his hands behind his head after lying flat, and looked at the crescent moon outside the window.

Although this is not the first time he has slept alone at home, it is the first time he has lived alone after leaving his parents.

His parents love freedom and love to travel.

He didn't like it.

I don't like to live in no fixed place, I don't like to meet new friends repeatedly, and I don't like to say goodbye to friends I just met not long ago.

Going back to his hometown to live alone is an idea he had after his 18th birthday.

This idea was germinated for nearly a year, and finally realized after discussing with my parents.

Not much to look forward to, at least stable.

A stable residence, a stable high school life...

"I know what it's called!"

Suddenly there was a sound at the door.

The boy who had just floated out floated back into the room again, looking at Shen Siyang with glowing eyes: "Shen Muque, what do you think? The curtain of the night falls, the palace's que. It happens that you say a word, and I say a word." .”

Shen Siyang looked at him, and reminded: "The palace's palace and the lack of morality are not the same word."

The boy looked at him for a moment, as if he didn't hear what he said at all, he made a final decision: "Okay, then it's decided! Good night."

After hammering, he turned and floated away.

Shen Siyang looked at the room that was quickly emptied, and after a long time, looked back at the crescent moon outside the window.

A stable residence, a stable high school life...and a little ghost who is not stable at all.

The author says:

In the beginning, I really wanted Gong Bao to be called Shen Quede hahaha