On how cannon fodder became a group favorite [Transmigration Book]

If, after Xie Yuanjia and Fu Jinghong passed away, they traveled back to modern times——

Xie Yuanjia opened his eyes, and the sunlight came in from the window, just falling on his face. He squinted his eyes, and it took him a long time to get used to the warm and dazzling light.

Familiar white walls, familiar log bookshelves, filled with his professional books, the two-year-old laptop quietly placed on the desk, while he lay on the tatami and slept for an unknown amount of time.

This is... modern?

This information flashed through Xie Yuanjia's mind, and he immediately got up from the collapse, hurriedly pushed away the chair beside the desk, picked up the calendar on the desk and looked at the date.

2018.9.29

It was the day before he crossed, his eyes were blank for a moment, and then he immediately opened his notebook and found the "The Last Emperor" he was chasing, and saw that the author had just updated to the last chapter he read. It's been three days, but a notice suddenly appeared on the copy.

'I originally wanted to write an article that would make everyone happy, but at the end, a group of readers suddenly flooded in, pointing at me and scolding Qiu Yang to death, and saying that the character design of the male protagonist has completely collapsed, Xie Yuanjia this The image of cannon fodder is too facial, and I am really confused. After I adjust my mentality, I will come back and continue to write it, okay? '

Xie Yuanjia stared blankly at that line. He could guarantee that he would travel through the day, and there was no such line on the copy. What happened to mess up the original timeline?

After he stayed for a while, he suddenly remembered, where is Fu Jinghong?

He remembered that he lived to be 70 years old in ancient times, so he didn't have to die, but he couldn't bear the 80-year-old Fu Jinghong to leave alone, so he took poison and lay down with him in the coffin, but for some reason, he passed it back, then... ...Where is Fu Jinghong! ?

A strong sense of fear rose in Xie Yuanjia's heart. He pushed open the door like crazy. Of course, it is impossible for other people to exist in this small rented room. He rushed out like a madman. The door ran to the street.

The aunt downstairs smiled when she saw him, "Oh, it's Jiajia, why didn't you work overtime today?"

Xie Yuanjia stared at her blankly, and suddenly felt chills all over his body. In his memory, Aunt Liu had clearly not seen each other for decades, but to her, she had just returned from the night shift. The time does not exceed ten hours.

He didn't bother to say hello, turned around and ran down the road, knowing that such a behavior would not make him feel at ease, but he couldn't stay at home anymore.He wanted to call Fu Jinghong's name loudly, but what was the use?

Even if he goes to the police, how should he tell them?He is looking for someone who exists in the novel?Is the world crazy?

Xie Yuanjia frantically ran outside and searched everywhere, but of course it was impossible to find Fu Jinghong. He returned home in a daze, and sat behind the door in a daze.

The head nurse Wang on duty sent him a message:

'Xiao Xie, why haven't you come to work yet?are you sick? '

Xie Yuanjia stared at the text message in a daze, and it took a lot of effort to understand the meaning of this sentence with his rusty brain. He wiped his face and sat up, picked up his mobile phone to type, although decades later He still remembers how to send messages on his mobile phone.

'Sorry, I have something to do at home, I'll be there later. '

After replying to the message, Xie Yuanjia buried his head in his knees. He didn't want to go to work, but he didn't want to stay at home either. The house was quiet now. He was used to living with people around him for decades, and he couldn't bear the excessive desertion at home.

According to his memory, he arrived at the hospital before 10:30. Standing in the corridor of the hospital, he always had the illusion of a world away. He has indeed not been here for decades. The colleagues who came and went saw him, and they were still the same as before. To say hello, he nodded stiffly.

Xiao Lu, who took over from him, happily went to eat Malatang. Xie Yuanjia sat alone at the empty medical guidance desk, his mind still not calm down, and now he felt like he couldn't distinguish between dreams and reality.

Those days in ancient times were like a big dream, Fu Jinghong, Chunyuya, Ji Shaoyan, Qiuyang, Han Yao, Xiaohe...they were all far away like people from another world, he was not even sure that he was now It's not a dream, maybe it's just a dream he had on the tatami after returning from the night shift.

In fact, he has never traveled through time, never been an emperor, never been in love with Fu Jinghong, never had Qiuyang as his younger sister, and never had so many friends, all of this was imagined by himself because he was too lonely.

"Xiao Xie!" A little nurse from the emergency department ran over, "There is a new patient on the third floor, why don't you help me?"

The obstetrics department was not busy today, and Xie Yuanjia had nothing to do at the doctor's desk. Before he could think about it, he followed the little nurse into the elevator and went directly to the third floor.

Room 26 on the third floor is a VIP suite. It is said that some important person came in because of an accident. He was just transferred from the ICU to the general ward after rescue, and was in urgent need of manpower.

This patient has a bad temper and doesn't let anyone get close to him at all. The head nurse has no choice but to ask someone to go to another department to see if someone can control him.

Xie Yuanjia went outside the ward, calmed down for a while, suppressed all his emotions, and opened the door calmly. The person lying on the bed just turned his head, and the two looked at each other in the air.

"Yuan Jia?"

The medical record in Xie Yuanjia's hand fell off.

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"What is this?" Fu Jinghong frowned and looked at the thin black square in his hand, reaching out and pressing the round key in the middle would light up.

Xie Yuanjia leaned over and kissed him on the face, "This is a mobile phone, you can call and send videos, so that whenever you want to see me, you can see it."

"Is there such a thing?" Fu Jinghong is like a kindergarten kid, he is very novel about everything around him, and they are all new things that he has never seen before. Hearing that he can see a real person in this small box, he Following the instructions Xie Yuanjia taught, he actually saw Yuan Jia on the phone.

He looked at Xie Yuanjia on the phone for a while, and at Xie Yuanjia next to him for a while. He couldn't hide the novelty in his eyes, and soon became addicted to playing, playing with the newly learned skills.

"You are not in good health, so you can't play for too long." Xie Yuanjia put down his mobile phone, looked him in the eyes and said, "Don't worry, we still have many years to go, we can take our time to get familiar with these things, I think now Take a good look at you."

Fu Jinghong's body looks exactly like his own, but the 80-year-old man in his memory is gone, and he miraculously returned to the time when he was young and strong. Does this mean that they can be together again? In a few decades?

Xie Yuanjia didn't dare to explore the mystery, but he thanked the gods for allowing him to see Fu Jinghong again.

"I thought that we would perish if we closed our eyes, but I didn't expect to meet again in this way." Xie Yuanjia said with a smile, but tears fell from his eyes, "I really feel that I am dreaming, and dreams are not so happy. "

Fu Jinghong hugged him, "When I opened my eyes, I was in this room full of people I didn't know. I couldn't find you, so I had to let them all go away, but I didn't expect to see you in the next moment. Fortunately, I didn't Lose you."

"It's right to lie in the coffin together, we are together wherever we go."

Xie Yuanjia chuckled, and hugged him tightly, feeling a sense of happiness for the rest of his life.

Fu Jinghong's current status is the boss of the group, the kind of existence that often appears in financial magazines, and he will return to his own territory after he is discharged from the hospital. Of course, this time he also packed Yuan Jia away and put it in his office openly. , Xie Yuanjia never expected that he could jump to the position of special assistant.

He was reluctant to leave the hospital at first, but he was worried that Fu Jinghong, an ancient person, would not be able to adapt to modern life, and he was afraid that he would not be able to use those modern instruments and equipment to hand over from scratch.

Fu Jinghong is very smart, and he got started in less than a month. Nothing troubles him about the induction cooker and natural gas printer. He is also very slippery with his mobile phone. He made a video, and he thought it was so interesting, as if Yuan Jia was held in his palm.

For his naive thoughts, Xie Yuanjia chose to laugh it off.

After all, they are ancient people.

His former head nurse called to ask him if he wanted to go to the dinner party. Xie Yuanjia couldn't refuse, and it was true that he hadn't played with his colleagues for a long time, so he went to the appointment at night, and of course he didn't forget to bring Fu Jinghong.

When going out, Xie Yuanjia waited for Fu Jinghong to drive out at the back door of the company. He also learned his driving skills by himself. Anyway... he can sit on people.

He looked down at his phone, and was unprepared for someone bumping into him. When he raised his head, his expression froze: "Clinique?"

The young man raised his head, with a smile on his pretty face: "Oh, how do you know my name? Brother, do you have a boyfriend? What do you think of me?"

"Stay away from him." Fu Jinghong's voice appeared beside him, he got out of the car, stuffed Xie Yuanjia into the passenger seat, then put on sunglasses, swaggered around Clinique and drove away.

Only Clinique snorted and walked forward unsteadily.

When it was time for the dinner party in the evening, Xie Yuanjia realized that everyone else had arrived. Although everyone was very interested in his boyfriend, they all knew that Xiao Xie had a thin skin, so they didn't make fun of him.

Xie Yuanjia noticed that there were more people at the dinner, and they were also people he knew very well.

"Hello? Qiuyang? I'll pick you up right away. You can read some books at school and wait for me for half an hour."

Xie Yuanjia arrived at Fu Jinghong: "Why is Ji Shaoyan here?"

"I'm a new brain surgeon, and I'm grateful to everyone for taking care of me." Ji Shaoyan hung up the phone and said with a smile, "This meal is my treat, but I can't drink, and I'm going to pick up my girlfriend later."

His eyes moved to Xie Yuanjia, and there was a moment of blankness in his eyes, "I seem to have seen this one somewhere."

"I'm a nurse who used to work in the hospital, maybe I've seen it somewhere." Xie Yuanjia smiled gently.

Ji Shaoyan thought it shouldn't be, but he couldn't tell what was strange. It was also surprising that he felt happy when he saw Xie Yuanjia.

In the middle of the dinner, Xie Yuanjia went to the toilet. He told Fu Jinghong not to follow him all the time. This was too strange. He pushed open the toilet door by himself, and came out to wash his hands after using. Someone beside him turned on another faucet.

"Chun Yuya?" Xie Yuanjia was not surprised at all, he turned his head to look at the gentle man beside him.

Chunyuya raised her head, "Little friend, do you know me?"

"Ah..." Xie Yuanjia scratched his head, not knowing how to explain for a while.

Chunyuya smiled, "Did you also attend my piano recital?"

Xie Yuanjia noticed that he was dressed like an artist, and nodded quickly: "It seems to be."

Chunyuya was very happy, "It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Me too." Xie Yuanjia said a few words to him, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw another person walking in.

"Are you okay?" Xiang Li stood at the door and looked at Chun Yuya with tenderness in his eyes.

Chunyuya smiled apologetically at Xie Yuanjia, "I'm sorry, I'll chat with you next time, my boyfriend is here. This is my business card, we can contact you when we are free."

Xie Yuanjia watched him leave, and quietly put the business card into his pocket.

He really got too many surprises today, even if he meets someone next time, he won't be surprised.

"Fuck, Xie Yuanjia?"

The smoke in Ji Dalong's mouth was frightened: "Did you wear it back?"

"What's going on?" Xie Yuanjia looked at him in shock, "Only you have memory?"

Ji Dalong reached out to hug his shoulder, but Fu Jinghong slapped him away when he rushed over: "Get lost."

"Sure enough..." Ji Dalong rubbed his unshaven chin and looked at them, "It's not just my delusion. Didn't I die in the palace? I came back right away. I thought I was dreaming, but I saw it within a few days. you."

"This thing is so fucking mysterious!" Ji Dalong put out the cigarette.

Xie Yuanjia nodded, he is also very confused now, "Well... are you still alone now?" He knew that this person liked Qiuyang for many years, and they hadn't been together in the previous life. Now that they have come back, Qiuyang and Shaoyan are a couple again .

"What can I do." Ji Dalong had a vicissitudes on his face, "I don't dare to appear beside her, so let it be, anyway, she is living with me on the edge of blood."

They were talking, and they all lamented what happened in these years. Xie Yuanjia saw Lan Kou wearing a smart suit and talking to people in the restaurant. It seemed that they were discussing business or something.

Lancome is really suitable for this occasion.

Xie Yuanjia secretly thought.

No matter what the reason is, Xie Yuanjia especially cherishes this moment. Although they no longer know each other when they get home, they still continue to move forward on their own life tracks, and everyone lives the life they want.

Maybe, in the future, they will still become good friends, but that's all in the future.

Now, he just wants to hold Fu Jinghong's hand, and the two of them will go for a walk outside later.

No matter which problem came first tomorrow, he could face it.

Fu Jinghong smiled and held his hand.