Unlimited Raiders Male God [Quick Transmigration]

He Yanchuan ([-])

He Yanchuan has a special status and has always been cautious when traveling. There are always a large number of bodyguards around him, keeping a relative distance from others. However, when picking up Chanyu to and from school, he is afraid that she will be too ostentatious and not get along with friends, so he will always remove some of the number of people.

The wound on the man's body was fresh and red, probably due to an accident not long ago.

That is--

On the way to pick her up.

Chan Yu lowered her head, avoiding He Yanchuan's palm guiltily: "I'm sorry, Uncle He."

He Yanchuan withdrew his hand: "Okay, Ah-chan, it has nothing to do with you."

Chan Yu shook her head, plugged her ears, her whole body was sending the signal of "don't listen, don't listen", she swore secretly in her heart, then raised her head to meet He Yanchuan's eyes, and said firmly.

"I will never be willful again."

He Yanchuan said again: "Then go out obediently and forget about what happened just now."

In the end, he stopped Gu Chanyu's reaction, turned his back, and put on his shirt.

Perhaps it was because of the fact that there was a little girl at the scene, and men and women were different. Although he looked good in clothes, he seemed a little anxious. The old circling scars pulled and became ferocious with his movements, and the one behind him oozes blood again. Bright red reflected on the white shirt.

Chan Yu felt distressed for a while, and said, "Be careful, I'll call Dr. Qin—"

"return."

Chan Yu didn't finish his sentence, but was interrupted by He Yanchuan again, he turned around, because the movement of raising his hand would tear the wound, He Yanchuan's speed was much slower than usual, the top two buttons of his shirt were still open, revealing his collarbone Below the line, even there are creeping scars.

But it was not as scary as before.

The man's hair was slightly disheveled, a few strands fell to his forehead, and was wet with sweat. He tied the buttons with one hand, and brushed the wet hair back from his head with one hand. Gui's abstinence appearance is more seductive and seductive.

Chanyu was angry, and she yelled at He Yanchuan with red eyes: "This is not allowed, and that is not allowed, what do you want?! Everyone is hurt, just sit there and don't move around. I said I will take care of you." You, I will also help you put on your clothes. You raised your hand just now. Did you know that the wound was open again, and even your shirt was stained. Then what's the point of me finding clean clothes for you when Doctor Qin sewed you up just now? Meaning? You don't care about anything at all."

Don't care about getting hurt, not even about yourself.

"Uncle He."

Chan Yu walked up to He Yanchuan and begged him, "The body is your own, at least treat yourself...be nicer."

The man is noncommittal.

The wet hair was pushed back, revealing a full and smooth forehead. His eyes, which are always bright and shallow, are slightly narrowed at this moment, hiding some obscure light. He Yanchuan said: "Isn't Ah-chan just being willful now? I already said that--"

"You don't need to think so much at your age, and you don't need to worry about my business. Do more things that a little girl should do, sit with your peers like a little sparrow, and chat excitedly about something in the senior class. A boy, or some star on TV, okay?"

He Yanchuan's tone was slow and peaceful, patient enough to let the lost little girl know her way back: "Or fall in love with some boy who looks good, hold hands, quarrel, quarrel, separate and reunite, just worry about trivial matters Small things can bother you all day—Achan, your life should be like this, the outside is very exciting, and you have seen it.”

Chan Yu pursed her lips and answered him: "I don't have anyone I like at school."

He Yanchuan smiled, his eyes were tolerant, as if his father was looking at his rebellious little daughter, "There will be. It doesn't matter if you are from other schools, or find someone who likes you."

"No one likes me!"

Chan Yu interrupted him hastily, raised her head, there was no ripple in her normally clear eyes, the black holes seemed to want to absorb people in, but her expression was extremely aggrieved.

"I don't like them, and no one will like me," she reiterated.

And I don't need them to like me, I want to...

The curvature of He Yanchuan's lips deepened, his eyes were as gentle as wet towels soaked in water, and even his voice could wring out water.

"how could be?"

He lowered his head and carefully described the girl's appearance with his eyes: "Ah-Chan is very good-looking, with good personality and academic performance. It is also lively and natural to talk to boys of this age. They will easily fall in love with Ah-chan." Chan. It is only possible that she is young and timid now, and after a while, someone will be so nervous that she will stammer and tell Ah Chan about this matter."

What men say is true.

Chan Yu's appearance is inherited from her mother's, her face is soft and beautiful, looking at it from a distance, she looks impressive.

And because at the age of 14 when the buds are just blooming, the character still has the innocence and immaturity of a little girl. The green is like a tender willow branch still full of morning dew. Reckless beauty.

Chan Yu's heart was in a mess, and she didn't have time to think about why He Yanchuan knew about the picture of her getting along with the boys. She plugged her ears paranoidly and shook her head: "I don't want it, I don't want their likes!"

"A-chan." He Yanchuan called her.

The little girl raised her head and argued: "The ones in school are all stupid and childish. I don't like the way they feel great when they do little things." Her deep eyes fell on He Yanchuan's face, burning hot. Yep, as if trying to see through him, Chan Yu's voice almost burst into tears.

"Uncle He, why do you want me to be with them?"

Chan Yu yelled directly: "I'm not good, nowhere is good! You are the only one in the world who thinks I'm good, and you're just like that—I've already been spoiled by you, how can I be with those people! "

He Yanchuan lowered his head and lowered his eyes, calm from head to toe, but his breath gradually sank, then he raised his head, his eyes were clouded, but he bent his lips: "It's my fault, I should have let Ah-chan go outside to play earlier. "

Chan Yu said: "I have been outside all the time, everyone is outside, only you, you have been hiding inside and dare not come out, Uncle He!"

She paused, and finally confided.

"coward."

He Yanchuan stood there, tall and slender, handsome, tall and straight like a pine tree with deep roots, for a long time, he replied: "Yes."

Like a punch on the cotton, Chan Yu lost all strength, her heart ached so badly, and when she saw the man's red shirt, she couldn't help but soften her heart. After all, she took a step back and said: " I will be good."

The tone was exactly the same as when Dalei hid in He Yanchuan's room when he was a child, well-behaved and flattering: "I will try to fall in love with the person I like, but that will be after me, so before that, please don't abandon me."

He Yanchuan nodded invisibly, his eyes said - "Why should I throw you away?"

Chan Yu let out a heavy sigh of relief, she bit her lips so white, even a thin layer of sweat oozes from her forehead, she felt relieved after hearing this voice, and for a while, she got a bit more aggressive: "Don't hate me, stay away from me. "

This time, He Yanchuan didn't nod his head again, his lips curled up, and he called, "Achan."

Compared with intimacy, it more means telling her to accept it as soon as she sees it.

Chan Yu pursed her lips again and again, finally said nothing, and left a sentence: "Then Uncle He, don't move around anymore, heal your wounds well, good night." Then she went out.

It took a long time for the door to be closed before He Yanchuan heard the sound of footsteps outside, which got farther and farther away until he could no longer hear them. He remained silent and kept standing all the time.

He glanced at the book on the desk that he had read halfway through the afternoon, but couldn't reach out quietly, let alone read it.

Doctor Qin came back not long after, and said as soon as he entered the door: "Miss Chanyu said that your wound has opened again, and asked me to come and see..."

He Yanchuan looked over, his eyes seemed to be filled with the dead sea, he waved his hand: "Go out."

Doctor Qin didn't dare to disobey him, he sighed leisurely in his heart, had no choice but to go out again with the first aid kit in hand, before closing the door, he still couldn't hold back, let out a deep breath in his heart.

"Master Jiu, you are two people now."

Even if it's not for yourself, think about it for that person.

That's all for this.

Afterwards, the two tacitly kept silent about what happened that day, Chan Yu became more obedient at home, while He Yanchuan became more reticent, even called "A-chan" very rarely, caring much less than before.

Chan Yu faced each other calmly, neither noisy nor troublesome, and did not deliberately use rebellious tactics to attract the man's attention.

She used to play very few times with her classmates and friends, but now she hardly ever plays. She goes home after school and stays indoors on weekends. Instead, she asked He Yanchuan very early to ask for a studio and asked for the door key to her. No one would agree. Allowed to go in, including the teacher who taught Chanyu how to paint.

He Yanchuan nodded in agreement.

As long as Chan Yu is free, she will burrow inside, not knowing what to do, but she will come out on time when the meal is over, and she doesn't need a servant to call her. She sits down by herself and waits for He Yanchuan to come over to eat together.

Fortunately, she is still very lively, with a bright smile like a little sun, so don't worry about being bored and shut up.

Because of this, her grades far exceeded He Yanchuan's expectations, and she could be called outstanding. She was admitted to the best high school in S city directly with her own efforts, but when choosing a school, Chan Yu said that she wanted to go to a slightly worse high school. that school.

The little girl gave many reasons, the most important one being "near home", He Yanchuan was still holding Chanyu's report card in his hand, listening calmly, finally raised his head slowly, and asked her in confirmation: " Have you figured it out?"

Chan Yu nodded firmly.

"Then go, as long as you think it's good." The man said, "As long as you don't regret it in the future."

Chan Yu's hands hanging by her side were clenched tightly into a circle, her dark eyes fixed on him: "I won't regret it."

He Yanchuan had already turned his head away, his eyes were light, his expression was indifferent, and he didn't take everything to heart.

In addition to studying, Chan Yu, who inherited his father's talent, also got the luck that his father never had, and was quite successful in painting.

She won an award in the youth group in a certain prestigious competition, and the paintings were still displayed in the gallery. Seeing the little girl smiling and sharing her joy with her eyes, He Yanchuan paused and asked.

"What time?"

Then, the two went over to look.

With the lessons learned from last time, this time Chanyu didn't care whether the influence was good or not, it was actually a big fuss to let He Yanchuan lead a full manpower. Over the years, the foundation of men has become deeper and stronger, and they are already unshakable. He cleaned it up in a mess, broke the original source, lost all arrogance, and now there is no trouble at all, and he cried and begged him to let him go.

If he was the only one in the past, He Yanchuan felt that it was boring, maybe it really stopped here, but now——

Cut the weeds and eradicate the roots!

He was not a compassionate person, and he didn't need to be hypocritical.

He Yanchuan has no research on the art of calligraphy and painting, and he can't comment on seeing it. Chanyu's paintings are spring scenes. I heard from the teacher who taught painting earlier that Chanyu likes to paint scenes and doesn't like to draw people. It seems that she is devoted to people. Not so many likes.

The scrolls laid out in front of the eyes are bright and bold in color, full of spring, making people feel immersive.

The tip of the lips of the little girl next to her was curled up, and she smiled so brightly that she showed two dimples, which were exactly the same.

Sensing that He Yanchuan was looking at her, Chan Yu turned around, blinked playfully, and said proudly and coquettishly, "Am I good?" as if returning to her immature childhood.

He Yanchuan said "OK", Chan Yu's smile became brighter, her eyes were bent like crescent moons, what filled them was not the coldness of the moonlight, but the scorching heat of the scorching sun at noon when she was a child.

Chan Yu said: "There are more powerful things I haven't told you."

Ten years from elementary school to high school.

Chan Yu was blessed by time, grew up, and became well-behaved and outstanding all the way; He Yanchuan was finely sculpted by a knifemaker named Time, and his noble face appeared deep and restrained after repeated honing.

For example, a hidden poem scroll needs to be dug out from the box, unfolded, repeated reading, pondering, and thinking. After many steps, a little bit of superficiality can be read; it is also like a sword handed down from generation to generation. .

Finally, on the night when Chanyu was still in her third year of high school and was about to transition to her birthday, she knocked on the door of He Yanchuan's room just like that thunderstorm day.

The light in the room was still on. This man has an absolutely healthy and regular biological clock. For some reason, he didn't fall asleep today.

Chan Yu walked up to He Yanchuan, because the man was sitting, she bent over, leaned slightly, and said coquettishly: "Happy birthday to me."

He Yanchuan put down the book and read along: "A-chan, happy birthday."

The tip of Chan Yu's lips curled up, her eyes were full of smiles, brisk and smooth.Immediately, she turned around, turned her head, and beckoned to He Yanchuan mysteriously.

"Uncle He, come—"

for a long time.

He Yanchuan was still defeated by her gaze, following her extremely brisk pace, Chanyu led him all the way to the mysterious studio, before opening the door, she paused on purpose to remind him.

"Uncle He still remember when I saw the art exhibition before, I told you 'I have something more powerful that I didn't tell you'?" Chan Yu smiled again, "Then I will tell you today."

Chan Yu twisted the doorknob, just to open a crack, let herself out, and asked He Yanchuan to go in first, the man leisurely took over, and gently pushed the door open, at first glance, this man who is used to ups and downs Frozen at the door.

It was Chan Yu who pushed behind him, urging him: "Go in."

Those eyes were too clear, He Yanchuan couldn't refuse.

Until the door is fully opened, the scenery inside is fully revealed——

All him.

This large studio is full of paintings, including the zenith. Excluding the ground he is stepping on, there are probably more than a hundred of them. The one who was once said not to like drawing people has not a single painting here. It's King.

And these more than a hundred portraits depict the same person.

It's all him.

He Yanchuan.

Some are half lying in the yard reading a book, some are standing in the living room listening to their subordinates, some are sitting at the dining table calmly raising their chopsticks, some are caught looking back inadvertently... There are even those who show their backs naked Scarred.

He Yanchuan doesn't know much about painting, but he can see that each of the pictures here is more meticulous and careful than the one that won the prize in the competition. No matter from which angle, the painter can clearly depict the sex of the person at that time.

Vibrant on paper, lifelike.

He Yanchuan's expression did not change, but the moment Chan Yu entered the door, he closed the door.

Chanyu passed him and walked to the drawing board set up by the window. The room was well lit. At this moment, the moonlight shone in and just fell on the girl's face and the drawing board. He Yanchuan raised his hand and turned the only remaining room The lamp in front of her was turned off, squinting her eyes, and with the help of the faint moonlight, she could distinguish the person in front of the window.

The girl wears a plain skirt with hair, and she looks as if she is stepping on the moon.

Her hand landed on the drawing board, brushing gently and meticulously, her voice was as cool as the moon: "Since then, I have always wanted to do this. After practicing and preparing for so long, I finally got my wish."

Chan Yu paused for a while, "Although today is my birthday, I still want to give you this studio. Do you like it, Uncle He?"

He Yanchuan didn't answer, his eyes fell on Chanyu's fingertips, the painting.

——The protagonist is still him.

In the early morning, he was wearing a shirt and sitting on the sofa with sunlight falling in, with his head down, reading the newspaper of the day.

He Yanchuan recalled that it was that morning that Chan Yu suddenly proposed to learn painting.

The man's eyes were deep, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Chan Yu was used to his simplistic and stingy reticence in recent years, and didn't mind him not answering the question, and called again.

"He Yanchuan."

Not "Uncle He".

Standing in the bright moonlight, she didn't see the slightest haze, her hands were folded behind her back, and she leaned forward a little, as if she could really fly down from the tip of the moon and fall into a man's arms.

Bright eyes are good at gazing, looking forward to brilliance.

"It's me, I can like you."

Chan Yu tilted her head and smiled again: "That's great."