Let’s Talk About That Guy Who Transmigrated to Pursue Me

Wen Xuan almost wanted to slap the simple awake in an instant. However, his hands were raised, he thought about it, but then put it back.

Because Wen Xuan remembered another thing, a knot that had been in his heart for a long time.

Concentric Gu.

At first, the two of them caught this Concentric Gu at the same time, and then both entered into the other's heart in order to understand the Gu, trying to get to the bottom of the other's heart. The result is simple and easy to succeed, but Wen Xuan tried countless times but failed. Wen Xuan didn't talk about this matter, but in fact he had always been worried about it.

He also wanted to use his own power to unlock the Gu worm in Jian's heart, and even wanted to know what it looked like deep in his heart that was hidden tightly by the simplicity. However, at the time of the last attempt, in any case, Yi had to keep him out.

Now that he is simply trapped in the illusion, there must be no more power to stop him. This is really a godsend.

So should Winshare take this opportunity to try again the unfinished business? This move is tantamount to taking advantage of people's dangers. If it is placed before, Wen Xuan must hesitate for a while. But today is different from the past, ten years of life of monsters have made Wen Xuan's behavior different from before. Not to mention, this jeopardy thing was simply done in the past.

After only a moment, Wen Xuan laughed at himself, then leaned down, touching his forehead to the simple forehead.

When they first tried to untie the Concentric Gu, they spent a lot of effort to make medicine of traction. But the traction medicine has already entered the abdomen, and now although decades have passed, no more preparation is needed when doing this again, and foreheads are enough.

Soon, Wen Xuan only felt that his vision was blurred, and then the light gradually dissipated, and darkness appeared in front of him. Wen Xuan lit up the light in the darkness, illuminating the road in front of him-it was still the long-lost narrow path.

The road in this simple mind is still full of Wen Xuan's appearance, covered with walls on both sides.

A closer look reveals that there are some subtle differences between this road and the last time. The portraits on the walls on both sides are richer, and there are more traces of how the two of them get along afterwards, and they even contain the appearance of Wenxuan monsters. But this road is much narrower than before. Wenxuan walked all the way, paying attention to every change here, and couldn't help sighing frequently.

Then he finally stopped and turned around, facing a painted wall.

Wen Xuan knew that this road and these painted walls were just the most superficial layer of Jian's heart. As for Jian's deeper inner space, it was actually blocked by this road.

Wen Xuan stretched out a hand and stroked the painted wall with his palm.

When he came last time, he had repeatedly said that he wanted to see more begging, but at this time he didn't say a word, only silently pressed his palm against the wall, and then silently squeezed into it. Although he was quiet, the strength he exerted was not at all smaller than before, his teeth clenched, his forehead gradually oozing sweat, his eyes were full of inevitable firmness.

He finally squeezed out of the wall again and reached the wide and deep darkness.

Nothing will stop him this time. Wen Xuan took a deep breath, igniting light with one hand, and a breeze with the other. Soon, the breeze dissipated the black mist that was piled up in front of you, and finally revealed a little white.

Wen Xuan increased the wind, and the black mist was blown more open, and the white exposed was also bigger. But no matter how much the black fog disperses, what Wen Xuan can see is always just a piece of white.

Jian Jian now has no strength to interfere with him anymore. What he saw at this time was such a bald whiteness, which only proved that there was such a bald whiteness in the bottom of Jian Jian's heart.

After a while, Wen Xuan put away the surprise in his heart and began to walk forward. The space seemed infinite, the black mist seemed infinite, and the breeze that Wen Xuan attracted followed him. Wherever he walked, the black mist was cleared, so that he could always see a piece in front of him.

This piece of black mist is not simply an interference to him, but something that Jian has in his heart.

As Wenxuan traveled more and more places, he saw more vague whites, and occasionally found other things. For example, the same white walls, such as the red cross symbol, such as an indescribable pungent smell.

The pungent smell conjured a small corner in Wenxuan's memory. That was many years ago, when this Concentric Gu was just planted into the bodies of two people. Because of that sudden connection with Jian Jian's heart, Wen Xuan had seen a certain room in an instant, and it was exactly the same whiteness, and many things that he saw now appeared exactly the same, full of this pungent smell. At first, Wenxuan suspected that what he saw at that time was the place he had stayed in the past. Now, this speculation seems to be increasingly confirmed.

The room Wen Xuan had seen was not so big. Perhaps that was the actual size of the room, and the vast space in front of him was the result of Jian's heart magnifying it countless times.

Although large, it was deserted and monotonous.

Wen Xuan couldn't remember how long he walked in it, and finally, something else appeared in the black mist that was blown away before him.

At the same time, Wen Xuan suddenly felt an abrupt feeling in his heart.

It was the Gu worm in Jian's mind.

This Gu worm would hide in the deepest position in Jian's heart, and Wen Xuan would feel it only when he got close. At this moment, the induction came, proving that what Wen Xuan wanted to see was right in front of him.

Wen Xuan couldn't help speeding up his pace, blowing away the black mist in front of him, completely revealing the thing hidden in it.

It was a white bed with a strange appearance. The head and the foot of the bed were all metal, just like the weird instruments that Wen Xuan had seen in this space.

There was a person lying on the bed.

A teenager.

Wen Xuan couldn't help his heart beating, and he had to stand still for a while, holding his breath. Then he finally approached, letting the light in his hands shine on the boy's face.

The boy's face is familiar and simple.

Although this is not the body that Jian is currently using, it is obviously not a coincidence that Jian came here from other worlds and plunged into that fool's body. Neither the appearance nor the name has changed.

Wen Xuan looked at the boy's familiar face, but his raised hand trembled.

Because it is surprisingly pale, surprisingly thin. Really, even though it was such a familiar face, Wen Xuan had never seen a time when Jian was so weak. This skinny appearance is so unfamiliar, that Wen Xuan dare not recognize it for a while.

Unbelievable, is this really his junior brother Jian?

But here was a simple heart, and Gu worm's feeling came from the boy in front of him. This is the deepest part of the simple heart, unable to think of others.

The boy's eyes were open, but he did not see Wen Xuan at all. There was nothing in the boy's eyes, extremely hollow. It was clearly alive, but like dead ashes.

This is what has been hidden by Ji Jian with all his strength, and he doesn't want Wen Xuan to see it. In the past?

Wen Xuan touched the young man's body through the quilt, and it turned out to be equally thin, with almost only a handful of bones. Wen Xuan's heart couldn't help but heavier.

But only a moment later, he raised his hand again and touched the boy's forehead. Finally found here, no matter what he saw, he had to see more.

As a ray of spiritual thought entered in, many pictures soon came into Wen Xuan's mind.

There are many things in these pictures that Wenxuan has never seen before and cannot understand. But this does not prevent him from understanding the life of the teenager in that world.

Simple families are indeed rich, and parents are indeed loving. In that world, the Jian family is a small and famous local rich, and both Jian's father and Jian mother are powerful people who manage the family's business prosperously. The simplicity of being born in this kind of family should have no worries about food and clothing, a good education, and a prosperous life.

However, the fly in the ointment is that the disease is simply born from the mother's womb, and it cannot be cured no matter how much it costs. He has lived in the hospital since he was a child, and he barely walked with his feet, only looking out through a window next to the bed.

In the first few years, even if so, simplicity was the heart of his parents.

Even if he is busy at work, his parents will always be by his side, telling stories for him by the bedside, telling all the beautiful things in the world, comforting him with great patience, telling him that he will be better, one day he can Get out of that white room on your own feet and see all the beauty in the world.

On birthdays, parents even ask for leave. No matter how serious the company is, they don’t care, just to rush to Jian, bring cakes, light candles, sing a birthday song, and kiss Jian’s cheek. , Tell him that Mom and Dad will always love you.

Such a beautiful and warm picture, as many as there are in simple memories, is countless, and it is just one hand, which perfectly interprets a happy family and a pair of parents who love their children. However, Wenxuan looked at these pictures in Jian Jian's heart, feeling the emotions Jian Jian conveyed to them, but could not feel the warmth and love, only hatred.

Afterwards, Jiji gradually grew older, and there was still no hope of cure for his condition, and the time for parents to spend with Jiji began to become less frequent. But at that time, Jian still believed it, it was only because things in the company became busier, and his parents still loved him.

The proof is that they still leave everything behind every birthday, and both rush to Jian Jian. Even when they are away, they are very concerned about Simplicity, often discussing the simple condition with the doctors, and conveying their concerns to Simplicity through those doctors and nurses.

In order to avoid being boring, they brought a lot of books to Jian, and after seeking the doctor’s permission, they set up a computer specifically for Jian to have fun.

Probably at that time, I briefly saw a certain cultivation novel and met Wenxuan for the first time. Although the original work was not written with Wen Xuan as the center, the encounter with Wen Xuan was only a few notes, and only a big book about what happened afterwards, accusing Wen Xuan of perfidy. However, with his unique keenness, Jian had noticed how Wen Xuan had become so energetic from the first appearance to the final state bit by bit.

At that time, his evaluation of Wenxuan was: Wow, it's terrible.

Then, when I was about ten years old, my mother was pregnant with a younger brother for Ji. At that time, the mother stroked her belly, with a happy smile on her mouth, still so dazzling in the memory.

The parents told Jian Jian that the reason for being pregnant with this younger brother was to let him do the hard work in the company in the future. Their most precious child is always simple.

Then my brother was born, a healthy and cute baby boy. Parents and younger brother came to see Jian. But before Jiji had time to be happy for being an older brother, he noticed that the eyes of his parents looking at his younger brother were so different from the eyes of his parents looking at him. Jian Jian's heart, which had never been desperate because of illness, just went cold for the first time. Like falling into an ice cave, cold heart.

Sometimes Jian will hate his sharpness in such things. But on second thought, even if these things were not discovered at the time, they would always be discovered sooner or later. Even if he is the first child of his parents, even if his parents have loved him again, it will not be worth it. That younger brother is healthy.

Jian Jian had a fluke, thinking that even so, his status in the hearts of his parents would not be changed so easily.

However, the facts are always difficult to refute. A newborn baby can always affect all of the parents' time and energy, and the small single room in the simple hospital must be visited every day from the beginning to no one.

When I finished my birthday alone for the first time, I simply read the novel again.

At that time, his evaluation of Wenxuan was: Tsk tsk, this person is worse than me.

Yes, now that I think about it, the reason that Jian remembered this role at first was just because of misery. But it seems to be more than that, because after discovering that this idea can give me more comfort, I went to find many novels and watched many similarly miserable characters, but no one could be like Wen Xuan. It's not so memorable, but he always remembers it when he doesn't expect it.

And when did his evaluation of Wenxuan change from "worse than me" to "just as miserable as me"? Jian has not remembered too much.

A few days later, the parents asked the doctor to bring a message, apologized to Jian, and told his brother that he had a fever because of a cold, so they didn't come over that day. Although the younger brother has gone from fever, he still feels a little uncomfortable. They must spend more time taking care of his younger brother.

I saw my parents again, two months later, the simple condition worsened, and I walked through the ghost gate and woke up to hear my parents cry outside the house. When the doctor put his parents in, the parents leaped on his bed, crying almost speechless. Jian Jian only looked at the younger brother who was still in his arms by his mother, and thought with a little triumph that my position had not been completely replaced.

My parents stayed by the bedside for a few days, but only for that few days, and everything gradually returned to its original state.

In order to see my parents more, I simply pulled out the tube on my arm and turned off the ticking instrument around me. My condition deteriorated repeatedly and I lay in the intensive care unit again and again. This method worked for half a year, and then the parents finally had enough.

Finally, once I returned from the ghost gate and saw my parents again, they no longer have the sadness and love on their faces, only full of impatience and anger.

The father yelled at him, and then ordered the doctor to tie his hands.

Since then, Jian has not only been unable to use his feet, but also his hands. When my father finally believed that he would be obedient, he made a phone call to ask the doctor to untie the restraint, and the muscles of the simple arms had already shrunk and couldn't lift it up.

Even so, the simple condition will still get worse, and he will be allowed to pass the ghost gate two or three times every year. But since then, the parents have never come again.

Until the younger brother reached the age of elementary school, he still remembered that he had an older brother and wanted to visit him.

The family of three appeared again in front of the simple, happy and harmonious. The younger brother is very good-looking, lively, cute, smart, and a good boy who will make people like him at first glance. He lay on the side of the simple bed and asked warmly. The parents looked behind with a smile, and their expressions were full of pride for the child.

Jian Jian looked at his brother's innocent face, but only thought that if his hands could still move, he would pinch this person's neck until he died.

This is really a terrible and distorted idea, but who cares?

Jian's life has always been just lying on this hospital bed.

He has been completely replaced, no one cares about him, no one still has his place in his heart. He heard his brother saying "My brother is so pitiful" outside the door when he left, and he just wanted to sneer.

Time continued to run nonstop, lying there simply, looking at the white ceiling. He couldn't even read the novel, and could only recall some fragments repeatedly. Wen Xuan is one of the characters he recalled the most, and he couldn't say why, maybe it was just because of the miserable situation, or maybe there was something about Wen Xuan that really moved him.

It was probably because of such repeated memories that Wen Xuan became deeper and deeper in his heart. He began to analyze and sort out the original work to fill the character's life in his own mind. This is not an easy task. The story that the brain fills up will always deviate from the reality. He asked the nurse to read the novel in his ear, constantly confirming each other with the original, and constantly revising the story he had completed. Until it is very close to the truth.

Sometimes Jian feels really silly, this character is too silly.

More often it is simple but feels that it is not easy for people to be stupid.

Obviously always treat people sincerely, but always be hurt by others. In the end, no one in the world remembers this role well. The glory and devotion of this role have been forgotten, and his position in everyone's hearts will be replaced by newcomers, leaving nothing left, leaving alone. How similar is this to Jian Jian?

Jian finally completed his completion of this role before he lay in the intensive care unit for the last time.

There will always be two or three experiences every year, and simplicity is used to it. He was still thinking about the character and the story he had completed even when he was turning around before the gate of the ghost. He had never done something so hard, even if it was meaningless, it made him feel surprisingly satisfied.

Until Jian Jian suddenly woke up from the faint, looking at everything in the world with a vision that had never been so clear. He suddenly realized that this was really the last time. He looked at the data on the instrument next to him and confirmed that he was really dying. He heard the nurse talking outside, discussing which patient would be admitted to the ward that would be vacated.

Look, even his place in the small ward that he has lived in will eventually be replaced.

He should close his eyes and calmly welcome his end. After all, this is something that has been known for a long time, and it is destined from birth. There is no second way waiting for him, it's just a matter of sooner or later.

At this time, his parents did not know where. But what does it matter? The parents have long lost him.

Jian Jian felt tears slipping from the corners of his eyes and wet the hair around his ears.

He is not reconciled.

Such a life is not reconciled.

Such a dispensable life, a life in which everything can be replaced by others, is not reconciled.

Unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling, unwilling...

"Want to regain life?" Suddenly, the voice of an old man thought of it out of thin air.

Simply opened his eyes wide and looked at the old man who suddenly appeared in front of him. He didn't have time to think about how the old man came in, and the other party's words attracted all his attention.

"I can travel through time and space, and you can help me complete my research." The old man said, "As long as you agree, I can give you a new life, and even let you choose the world in which you will be born."

Regain life? What about regaining life? Can there be any change? No, that person, at least that person will need him, because that person is just like him, surrounded by guys who can only hurt people. He wants to see that person, wants to go to that person's side, he wants to help that person get rid of that tragic fate, because this is what he can do, and no one can save that person except him. Unique and irreplaceable.

Yes, there is no substitute. As long as they are around each other, no one will be replaced. That person could not find someone who could replace him, and he would never betray like others.

Suddenly he caught it, like a straw for life.

He promised the old man's condition and couldn't wait to hesitate.

At this moment, the simple soul disappeared from this world. The soul that was about to be annihilated was captured by the old man and plunged into the world that he wanted to go easily.

Wen Xuan heard the last voice of the soul. The voice was loud and filled the entire atrium.

——I came to this world for you, I want to save you.

However, Wen Xuan also heard that in the depths of this huge voice, there was actually a smaller voice, saying another sentence.

——I want to be saved by you.