On the Thousand Postures Reconstructed by the Scumbags

It has been quite a while since Song Mingxue set foot in Shen's house last time, she was standing at the door with a medicine box in her hand, remembering what Sheng Chuan said on the phone, asking her to help check the situation of depression, she actually felt a little bit hesitate.

In this world, the most intractable disease is not the physical disease, but the psychological one. The gloomy personality itself is relatively extreme. It is difficult for Song Mingxue to predict whether his current situation is good or not. Sheng Chuan will definitely not take the initiative for no reason Contact her, since she called, it must have explained the situation.

However, this guess was broken when she pushed the door in.

At that time, Sheng Chuan was sitting on the sofa in the living room, working on the computer while waiting for Song Mingxue's arrival, when he heard Aunt Lin's door opening, he looked over subconsciously, and then got up from the sofa.

Sheng Chuan smiled, "Please sit down."

He has been busy with official business during this period, his eyesight is not very good, and he wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose. The white glow on the lens flashes past, and he looks calm and rigorous, clear and cold, like an elite sitting in an office building .

Sheng Chuan probably wasn't used to it yet. When he wasn't working, he took off his glasses directly. His demeanor was refreshing. Song Mingxue keenly felt that he was different from before, but he couldn't tell what was different, so he sat down on the sofa , looked around, but did not find a gloomy figure. "Is Mr. Shen's condition repeated?"

Sheng Chuan was about to speak when he heard the words, but heard footsteps, looked up, and saw Shen Yu coming down from upstairs, so he stopped talking and gave Song Mingxue a look.

Shen Yu obviously didn't expect Song Mingxue to come, he paused when he went downstairs, then returned to normal, glanced at Sheng Chuan without a trace, then sat down beside him naturally, and said hello to Song Mingxue.

The spirit is fair, the mood is stable, and polite.

Song Mingxue looked at Shen Yu silently, but didn't find anything wrong with him, and looked at Sheng Chuan suspiciously, but the latter didn't receive her gaze, and just looked at Shen Yu.

Sheng Chuan did not say that Song Mingxue was invited by him, but only said, "Dr. Song is here to give you a follow-up visit today."

Shen Yu was very resistant to this matter before, but she was still a little uncomfortable when she heard the words. After all, no one wanted to admit that she was sick, but I don’t know if it’s because of her peace of mind recently. She didn’t show any particular anxiety, but she just seemed a little reluctant.” casual."

Song Mingxue heard the strings and knew the elegant meaning, opened the record book, her tone was casual, as if a friend was talking heart-to-heart, "How is Mr. Shen's sleep recently?"

Shen Yu crossed his legs, thought for a while and said, "It's okay."

Song Mingxue ticked "Is your diet regular?" after the sleep column.

With Sheng Chuan staring at him, he didn't want to be irregular, so he said gloomily, "Rule."

Song Mingxue's expression seemed to relax a bit, "Then...have you still had nightmares lately?"

Shen Yu paused this time before answering, "Yes, but very rarely."

Sheng Chuan has been listening quietly by the side, he knows that Shen Yu is sick, so he hopes for his recovery more than anyone else, but he is not a doctor, he still wants to ask Song Mingxue to confirm before he can rest assured.

Song Mingxue checked in great detail this time, unconsciously memorizing a dense page, some questions were a bit sharp, and Shen Yu answered them patiently, it can be seen that they are much better than before.

She finally stopped writing, read her records carefully, and compared them with the previous medical records, then gently closed the book with a gentle smile, "Mr. You can go out for a walk when the time is right, and keep your mood comfortable.”

As soon as these words came out, Shen Yu was inexplicably relieved. He lowered his eyes, spread his slender fingertips to look at them, and then closed them without any trace. A thin layer of cold sweat broke out at some point.

He is also afraid that he will be sick...

Sheng Chuan was in the same mood as him, and his brows relaxed when he heard the words. Seeing that Song Mingxue seemed to be leaving, he got up from the sofa and said, "I'll take you out."

Song Mingxue didn't refuse either, and walked out the door with the medicine box in hand, remembering that when she came last time, there were fallen leaves piled up everywhere on the ground, but now it was clean, and new green leaves had sprouted on the branches, lush and lush.

Sheng Chuan looked back and saw that Shen Yu was still sitting in the living room, with the door half-closed, and asked aloud, "Is he really cured?"

Song Mingxue put his hand into his coat pocket, feeling a little helpless, but still joked, "Mr. Sheng, please trust the doctor's judgment."

That's all right.

Standing on the steps, Sheng Chuan became taller and taller, and said softly, "I know he's almost recovered, but I still want to make sure."

From being meaningless to caring, that's about it. When Sheng Chuan thought of the time when he was depressed and insane, he still felt as if it was yesterday.

Song Mingxue knew his worry, "Mr. Shen has no major problems, just like a piece of broken porcelain that has been put together again, but it can't be dropped a second time, and it won't be able to be put together again." .”

This passage has a meaning.

Sheng Chuan was startled when he heard the words, then shook his head and said, "No."

What he said was very serious, and Song Mingxue believed it. She is a doctor, and she is always happy when she cured a patient. She smiled, "Well, I hope you will never have to look for me again."

Say goodbye and leave.

Sheng Chuan watched her go, turned around and was about to enter the room, but found that Shen Yu was leaning against the window, and he didn't know how long he had been looking at it, so he walked over, then opened the glass window, and talked to him on the window sill, "What are you looking at secretly?" ?”

Shen Yu heard that he flicked the transparent glass window with his fingers, and his face was worried, "What is peeping, I

It's an aboveboard look. "

After he finished speaking, he grabbed Sheng Chuan's tie, and then pulled it hard, forcing him to come closer to him, with a gesture of asking questions, and asked in his ear, "Did you find the doctor?"

The hot breath of the gloomy words lingered on his neck, Sheng Chuan felt a little itchy, tilted his head slightly, and said with a smile, "Well, I found it."

As soon as the words fell, the lips were covered with warmth, and he was bitten by the gloomy, half-true, half-false whisper, "Whether you are sick or not, I will never let you go."

Sheng Chuan used to think that Shen Yu only took him for fun, so he kept telling himself not to care about anything about the other party, but thinking about it now, he was biased from the beginning.

Shen Yu brought Sheng Chuan into Shen's house dignifiedly, and she did not hesitate to tear herself apart with the old man to be with him, just because she didn't want others to treat Sheng Chuan as a dispensable item, but it was a pity that Sheng Chuan didn't understand it at that time.

Sheng Chuan held his face, did not speak, lowered his head and kissed his lips, tossing and turning, the kiss was slow but deep, so depressed that he couldn't catch his breath, he pushed, and the two separated, but still Forehead to forehead, nose tip to nose tip.

Sheng Chuan quoted Song Mingxue's words, "Doctor Song said that your illness is already cured."

Shen Yu is still stubborn, and looks like the boss is his second child, "I'm not sick in the first place."

Sheng Chuan doesn't dislike gloomy temperament, on the contrary, he hopes that he will always be arrogant and willful, and wants to spoil this little young master back to his original lawless appearance.

"Okay, you have the final say."

"real or fake?"

"real."

Sheng Chuan stood up straight and was about to enter the room, but he saw a touch of blue flying out of him suddenly. His round body and a pair of wings fluttered behind his back. It was a system that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Sheng Chuan paused for a moment, in his impression, the system would basically be fine if nothing happened.

When he came out, he thought something was wrong when he saw it, "what's the matter?"

009 flew around him, then slowly landed, and kissed Sheng Chuan at eye level, I'm leaving~

Sheng Chuan "What do you mean?"

The system explained to him that you have successfully passed the interstellar executive's review, and we can untie it~

Sheng Chuan understood clearly, but he was still curious about one thing: "Why am I reborn?"

The system shaking head is randomly selected by the interstellar executive, but not everyone has this opportunity, so we must cherish it

Sheng Chuan slightly raised his eyebrows, "Is there no next time?"

The system shook its head and patted his head lightly with its wings. There will be no next time.

Sheng Chuan is a smart person, but when a smart person does stupid things, he dies worse than a fool, just like in his last life, when he was dying, he got nothing.

If he is willing to look back, he will find that his parents have been waiting for him to go home. If he is willing to put aside his interests and look at it with his heart, he will find that the young master Shen Yu really loved him, and Sheng Chuan himself was blinded.

There is no next time...

Sheng Chuan chewed these words carefully after hearing the words, and after his heart tightened slightly, he became relieved again, sighed, and smiled, "I see."

He lived one more life than others, which is already rare, so he shouldn't be greedy anymore.

The system patted him on the head again to make a good transformation and start a new life

Sheng Chuan: "...OK."

He raised his eyes, and saw that ball of blue light gradually faded in the sunlight, and finally turned into inexplicable light blue spots and gradually dissipated in the air. At the same time, a cold mechanical sound sounded beside his ears. .

Ding! The extraction program starts, please prepare the host,

Start the self-test program,

The self-test is complete.

unbundling,

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Successfully removed

The system really left, and Sheng Chuan could feel something in his body being peeled away without a sound. He couldn't explain why, but felt a little empty. At this moment, there was a muffled sound of knocking on the window behind him. When I saw it, I saw Shen Yu standing behind the window, squinting at him suspiciously, "What are you doing outside, come in."

Sheng Chuan smiled inexplicably when he saw him poking his head, and leaned against the wall and said, "I won't go in, you come out."

Shen Yu heard the words and directly pulled the window to the side, flipped out from the inside with a quick movement, raised his eyebrows, and looked even more eye-catching under the sun, and said with a half-smile, "I'm coming out, what do you want?"

Seeing this, Sheng Chuan slightly raised his eyebrows, smiled and stretched out his hand to him, then hooked his fingertips, "Come here."

With gloomy narrow eyes narrowed slightly, he felt that Sheng Chuan looked a little abnormal today, so he stood still and didn't plan to move, but after a while, he still walked over with a sense of integrity, and was pulled into his arms by Sheng Chuan as expected.

Sheng Chuan thought he was stupid, "I told you to come here and you came here?"

Shen Yu glanced at him, thinking that there is no way out, "I told you to go in but you didn't go in."

He had to come out by himself.

In spring, the branches and leaves in the garden are stretched out, warm and happy in the sun.

Doing it all over again, Sheng Chuan thought that he could escape everything, conspiracies and tricks or demons, but it turns out that some things are also destined, and they cannot be avoided or escaped.

Depressed, this time you ran into my arms again...

Moths to the flame, over and over again. , please keep in mind:,