This Quick Transmigration Experience Is a Bit Sweet

The author has something to say: The second change in the evening is almost over tonight.

There should be a chapter of Qi Zhuang Zongyuan's extravaganza.

The pungent smell of disinfectant water.

Zong Yuan's consciousness began to become clear, and his pure black vision slowly became brighter.

I couldn't move my body, but my five senses began to recover.

Zong Yuan heard the voice.

"Boss, this is the purpose document that you need to pass today."

"Put it here."

A male voice rang out, with fatigue in his voice, "Go back to the company, keep your voice down."

"Yes," the secretary whispered, "you must pay attention to your health. The breakfast you bought is placed on the table. You must remember to eat it. Otherwise, you must be guilty of blaming yourself when the two youngsters wake up."

"I see, go back."

Zong Yuan thought to himself, eldest brother, stupid, if he doesn't eat breakfast when he is ill, he still thinks he will live too long?

He is back.

He couldn't move his body, so Zong Yuan didn't worry, he shouted from the bottom of his heart, "0046?"

There was no reply.

"Don't worry," Zong Yuan said to himself, "probably because my body is in a coma now."

The sun fell on him, and his body was warm and warm. Sitting next to him, his elder brother could only hear the sound of typing on the keyboard and flipping through the paper.

You can also smell the delicate fragrance of roses.

Zong Yuan told himself not to think about other things, not his lover, how they met again, and the disappearance of 0046.

Don't think about anything.

It took a long time for him to feel his fingers moving. Starting from the fingers, a stiff pain came from all over his body.

This is the consequence of lying on the bed too much, Zong Yuan thought, he tried to control his hands and feet with his energy.

He didn't know how long he was in a coma.

Zongshen was working on the file, and he saw his brother's finger move. He was stunned for several seconds before rushing out to find a doctor, "Man! My brother is awake!"

The calm and rational President Zongshen completely forgot to ring the bell.

Zong Yuan was amused. He had never seen his brother in such a panic. Now he can only listen to the sound of his brain, which is not good enough.

From the fingers to the forearm, the control of the whole body was regaining, Zong Yuan exhausted all the strength of the whole body and opened his eyes.

Noisy voices came from outside the ward, and Zongshen kept talking excitedly about my brother waking up.

Zong Yuan turned his head hard, looked at the door, and smiled when a group of people came in, "Brother, I'm awake."

After a long journey, I went home.

When Zong Yuan wakes up, Zong Shen is completely relieved. Zong Yuan has been in a coma for three days, and no hospital can detect the cause. Zongshen’s air pressure is getting lower every day, and his thick hair is falling down a lot. .

Fortunately, I woke up.

The hospital had to check Zong Yuan's body again, and Zong Yuan asked the hospital to check Zong Shen together.

Zongshen frowned, "I'm fine. I am much healthier than you. Go and check it out."

"Together," Zong Yuan glanced at his brother, "As for your irregular diet, who gives you healthy confidence?"

"Smelly boy!"

Still compromised and followed Zong Yuan's body check.

The results of the inspections of the two brothers were very good. Zong Yuan was a little weak after not eating properly for the past three days, and Zong Shen was even more miraculous. His stomach poured out with coffee, tobacco and alcohol turned out to be only a mild stomach problem.

Zong Shenzi feels very miraculous, and now there are more or less people suffering from stomach problems, and he is okay with such a tossing person.

The body is too strong.

He showed off with Zong Yuan, "Look, be healthy."

Zong Yuan still remembered his pale face in pain before lying on the hospital bed and scratching his hands. He looked at the health certificate given by the doctor and laughed, "Okay, awesome."

Brother, you can live for many years.

When the two returned home, Zong Shen felt that only three days had not returned, but Zong Yuan knew that he had passed several worlds.

He looked at the decoration that was both familiar and unfamiliar, and returned to his room.

It's very clean, and there is sunshine on the bedding.

He opened the first floor of the bedside table, which was full of expensive cigarettes.

Take out the garbage bag and put this thing in.

Carrying this bag of things and walking to Zongshen's room, he also opened the first floor of the bedside table and threw all the cigarettes into the cabinet.

A trash bag was not enough. Zong Yuan put aside this valuable bag of tobacco and the trash to be thrown away, took another bag to the study, and threw away the cigarettes in his bookcase under Zong Shen's eyes.

"Fuck!" Zongshen jumped up directly, "What are you doing?"

"These are good things! If you have money, you may not be able to buy them!"

Zong Yuan kept moving and opened up and said, "I had a nightmare and dreamed that you were smoking to death."

Zongshen looked at his younger brother contemptuously, "You let me go, just a dream, impossible!"

Zong Yuan said slowly, "I also smoked to death."

Zongshen's breathing stopped, "Damn it."

He held the pile of cigarettes in both hands and threw it into Zongyuan's bag, "Throw it all away! Do you dare to smoke in the future!"

"If you smoke, I will follow."

"I don't smoke! There is still a cabinet in the cabinet, throw it away!"

"Damn Zongshen, did you hide so much fucking?"

"This is my collection."

"Should you give it away?"

"No, throw it away! Zong Yuan, don't try to find any room! Do you really want to smoke to death?"

Zong Yuan smiled and looked at the bags of cigarettes.

Start smoking cessation today.

Zong Yuan also has his own business. He and his partner started a software company. He provided funds and his partner was technical support.

He was very happy before, but now he has no interest. He handed over the company to Zongshen, and he himself stayed at home for two days.

The only thing to persevere and do all the time is to call 0046 and check the news of Qizhuang.

He remembered what he said.

Zongshen handed over a stack of documents to Zong Yuan, "Who is this Qizhuang? Why don't I know that there is this person among the people you know?"

"I don't know who it is," Zong Yuan raised an eyebrow and smiled, "However, he will become your brother's wife."

Zong Shen was taken aback for a moment, "Female?!"

"Man," Zong Yuan, "Brother, I like chubby children. You will have more children in the future. My wife wants to play."

"……roll."

The information of people named Qizhuang in the whole city is here. Zong Yuan looked at him one by one. He was very fast. He only needed to look at the photos. He could always find him in the first time with the touch that has been engraved in his heart for a long time. Qi Zhuang that I want to find.

but none.

Without him.

Zong Yuan looked at the information on a table with a blank face, "Brother, send me the information called Qizhuang from the whole country."

Messing around, Zong Shen just wanted to reprimand Zong Yuan when he saw his brother's expression.

He had never seen Zong Yuan in such an emotional state. Zongshen held back his words, dialed the secretary's landline, "Collect the information of men named Qizhuang across the country and send it to Er Shao Na as soon as possible."

Zong Yuan lay on the sofa with his eyes closed, his legs resting on the coffee table.

He hasn't stretched his brows in the past few days.

He always had a hunch that in the next message he sent, he still couldn't find Qi Zhuang.

"Think of me quickly."

Zongyuan asked his brother, "Brother, if someone says to you,'Think of me,' what do you mean?"

Zongshen was busy signing documents, "I used to know him?"

"Well," Zong Yuan knocked on Erlang's leg and said meaningfully: "I think so too."

The system can maintain memory, and who knows if he can manipulate memory.

Zongyuan trusted his wife more than he trusted memory.

He stood up, "Brother, our old house and apartment in my elementary, middle and high schools, are they all there?"

"It's all here, the key is in the study, you look for it."

"Is everything inside?"

"All there."

Zong Yuan walked out in a hurry, waving his hand, "Brother, I have been living in the previous place these two days. I won't be back, don't worry."

Zong Shen raised his head from the desk, looked at his back, buried his worry in his heart, "Qi Zhuang..."

Zong Yuan took a bunch of keys and moved around in various places.

He came to his room and didn't let any clues go. From the textbooks every year to the drawer where he used to put things in random, he looked for any clues about Qizhuang.

Since childhood, the Zong Yuan brothers have moved five times.

But Zong Yuan believed that with his brother's character, he would never lose anything of him.

Countless memories from my childhood flooded with the things that were turned out. Zong Yuan went through four places endlessly, and then rushed to the old house without stopping.

Open the door, and the dust rises.

Zong Yuan walked into his house and opened the door.

He lived in this place the longest, but he didn't want to come.

He flipped through the organized closet, and turned out a box of dolls from a box in the corner.

Zong Yuan looked around one by one and saw a small green gray turtle doll.

Except for the old and new level, everything else is exactly the same as Zongbao's favorite tortoise.

Zong Yuan put it aside and continued to search for his own Dongzi, but until the night faded and the sky was getting brighter, he still didn't find anything.

Zong Yuan sat decadently on the ground.

He can't remember.

If he can't remember, will he still meet him?

Irritable, reluctant to think, want to smoke.

He sat in a quiet room, wondering what else he could do.

The phone rang, Zong Yuanmo picked up his face, "Brother."

The voice was so hoarse.

Zong Shen was taken aback, and asked sharply, "You went out to play all night again?"

"No," Zong Yuan, "Brother, I'm in the old house, I didn't find anything."

Zongshen frowned, "What are you looking for?"

"Find something from me," Zong Yuan sighed, "I didn't find it."

Zong Shen snorted, "You said it earlier, I have your things, in our attic, and some of your diaries."

Zong Yuan's eyes widened, he got up quickly and walked out with the turtle doll, "Why didn't you say it earlier?"

"Where do I know what you are looking for?"

Zong Yuan hung up the phone, his speed was getting faster and faster, and he rushed home in the car.

The door slammed open, "Brother, stuff!"

Zongshen just found out, he was washing his hands, "Move to your room."

Zong Yuan rushed into the room eagerly.

He never remembered that he still had the habit of keeping a diary.

Zong Yuan took a deep breath, took a copy in his hand, and the still tender handwriting came into view.

He looked at each page carefully, not letting go of any word.

"April 8, XXXX. Sunny.

He is hiding something from me.

He didn't want me to know about it.

He is a man who is good at lying.

I just obeyed his will, and I said to him: ‘you said you have to go back to study early every night? ’

He said yes.

I said: ‘I believe in you. ’

I didn't tell him. I asked the doctor secretly, and the doctor said that he could only live for another half month. "

"April 9th, XXXX. Overcast.

Brother showed something very wrong this morning.

He looked at my eyes several times, then he stopped talking, and finally gave me a card to make me happy.

Interesting, did he think I was crying?

My Zongyuan never cried, he was silly again.

not to mention.

Can this card save his life?

impossible. "

Zong Yuan's hand holding the paper trembled. He did not remember that he had written such a diary, and he had even known the "him" in the diary.

Sure enough, memory has gone wrong.

But the traces left by "he" will not disappear.

Zong Yuan took a deep breath and continued to look down.

"April 10, XXXX. Sunny.

I went to that hospital again.

I found some information. There are examples of successful recovery after surgery.

I found the dean of the hospital, took out all my cards, and asked the dean, ‘is it enough? ’

The dean didn't dare to take it, he thought he could not succeed.

So I threatened him.

His eyes looked at me like those bullies who bullied him looked at me.

The dean took the card, and I told him again, ‘remember to charge him a certain fee. ’

Otherwise, he would be uneasy. "

"April 21, XXXX. Sunny.

Today is his surgery day.

He is still hiding it from me.

When he finishes the operation, I must teach him a lesson.

Also, Qi Zhuang, survive for me. "

Turning over it later is a large blank.

On the last page, mad and scribbled words appeared again.

Zong Yuan looked at this line of words, "I saw this diary on my desk early in the morning. I read the first few pages and it was indeed the same as my handwriting. Who the **** is so boring, imitating Lao Tzu's handwriting and came up with it. A diary."

"But I'm not interested in seeing the end."

Zong Yuan's eyes were red.

He thought of this little thing.

When he woke up one morning, he changed his clothes and prepared to go out, and saw the diary on the table.

He turned a few pages casually, then closed it without interest.

But the handwriting above is the same as him.

"Mischief?" He said, then picked up a pen at random, wrote this paragraph at the end of the diary, and met Zongshen when he went out, and asked Zongshen to lose the diary, "Brother, you did it?"

Zongshen looked confused, "What?"

The young Zong Yuan tut, "Okay, I didn't see the end. I don't remember that I wrote this diary, so throw it away."

Until now.

Zong Yuan covered his eyes.

His eyes are dry.

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I can’t believe it, I’m getting worse today...

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