From cannon fodder to protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

On Christmas Eve, Fu Zheng sat alone on the sofa in the living room, holding a photo of him with his parents and sister when he was a child.

A dim yellow light was on by his hand, and his fingers gently stroked the faces of his sister and mother.

People always have to look forward. He and Cen Fei have made an agreement not to see each other again. In the future, they will never think of him again. Even if he can't forget him now, but in five, ten, or twenty years, one day, he will Forget about his.

In the future, he and the baby will have their own families, and their lives will never intersect again.

A child who falls in love with an enemy is already sorry for his dead relatives, and he can't go on wrong.

And Fu Zheng didn't know that the person he wanted to forget had left this world forever that night, and he would never appear in front of him again.

He will never hear his baby call his brother again.

The gap between life and death was completely closed in front of them that night, but Fu Zheng didn't know it.

How could he think, how could he think...

December 25.

The new year is coming, but the pain of life has just begun.

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Cen Fei's body was found by the cleaners sent by the management to sweep the snow in the early morning of the next day. The cleaners saw a purple-blue corpse curled up in a ball from under the thick snow, and they staggered back in fright, and hurriedly followed with trembling hands. The police reported the case.

The police arrived soon, and they hurriedly took a few photos of the scene, then carried Cen Fei's body into the car and left.

During the autopsy, the police found that Cen Fei was holding a mobile phone tightly in his hand. They tore the phone out of his hand, slid the screen away, and saw his call records.

While investigating Cen Fei's identity from the property, the police called Fu Zheng according to the top number in the call log.

The call was quickly connected, and a male voice said, "Hello."

The policeman asked Fu Zheng straight to the point: "Hello, do you know the resident at No. 309, Tianchen Community, Xige Street, Luohe District?"

As soon as the police mentioned a Luohe District, Fu Zheng realized that he might be asking himself about Cen Fei. His heartbeat seemed to stop. At this moment, Fu Zheng made countless assumptions in his mind, but None of these assumptions were what the police were going to tell him.

"know."

The policeman said to him on the other end of the phone: "That's right, we found a dead body in front of his door, and the mobile phone in his hand shows that he should have wanted to call you before he died, so do you want to call me?" Come and identify the body?"

The wind outside seemed to stop at this moment, and the tall trees in the distance were hung with crystal rime, shining dazzlingly in the sun, and some birds flew past the window quickly, leaving a black shadow.

The policeman said such a simple sentence, but Fu Zheng felt as if he didn't understand it. He didn't want to think about whether there were other meanings in the policeman's words. He even wanted to hang up the policeman's phone immediately.

All good, no bodies, never.

The police continued to describe to him on the other end of the phone, "A young man in his 20s, with short black hair, a gray sweater, black slacks, and a pair of gray rabbit slippers on his feet."

There was no answer on the phone for a long time, and the policeman called out, "Hello? Hello? Are you listening?"

"I see."

Fu Zheng's voice was calm, neither sad nor happy.

Those winds are blowing again, it is colder and more violent than before, and it will never stop. The sigh of a person is mixed with that wind, which has lingered in Fu Zheng's heart ever since. .

After a long time, Mr. Police heard Fu Zheng say to himself: "I'll be there soon."

Cen Fei's body was placed in the morgue, covered with a white cloth. He had never slept so peacefully like now. He lay there for so long without moving a single time.

They all said that Cen Fei died of freezing, but Fu Zheng didn't believe it. How could it be possible?His home is just ahead, how could he freeze to death outside?

His baby, he has just passed his 19th birthday, he is so good-looking and so young, there should be many possibilities in the future.

But now there is nothing.

After a person is frozen to death, the corpse is ugly, the limbs are stiff, and the skin is blue-purple. After a few hours, bright red corpse spots will appear on his body little by little, and his face will appear distorted to a certain extent .

On his feet were the rabbit slippers he had given him.

With a smile on his face.

Until now, Fu Zheng still feels like he had a dream, but he slapped himself so many times, and he still couldn't wake up from the dream.He knelt on the ground and held Cen Fei's hand.

The sunshine outside is so bright, golden and warm, sprinkled on the snow, reflecting colorful halos.

If you persist for a while, this cold winter will pass, but now Fu Zheng knows that this winter will never end again.

He seemed to have died with Cen Fei at this moment, and died with him in this cold winter.

After a while, a policeman came over and told Fu Zheng that the deceased's mobile phone had been in arrears for a long time, so the call he was supposed to make last night was not made.

Cen Fei once said on the phone that he was so cold, that he missed his brother, that he wanted his brother to pick him up, he said so many, so many things.

His brother can't hear...

can't hear...

What did Cen Fei want to say to himself?Fu Zheng didn't know, couldn't guess, he pulled out the surveillance video of the streets and playgrounds that Cen Fei passed by that day, and watched his baby leave home, wandering alone in the street, blowing cold wind in the amusement park , He is so out of tune with this world.

So he left.

He watched with his own eyes that his baby was sent to the crematorium, pushed into the crematorium, and when it came out, there was only a handful of pale ashes left.

They put his ashes in a small black box and handed them to him. His baby will be packed in this small black box in the future, and will be buried deep in the ground, where it is cold and dark, and he is alone.

He was reluctant.

So he brought Cen Fei's ashes back home and put them on his bedside. Every morning when he got up, he would kiss the box and say good morning.

He no longer has to feel uneasy about his love for Cen Fei.

He thought that after many years, both he and Cen Fei would find another person to accompany him to the end of his life.

He thought that both he and Cen Fei could live peacefully until the end of life.

He thought it was just a divorce.

He thought...

He used to think so much, and now there is no future.

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One day later, Fu Zheng carried Cen Fei's ashes to Cen's garden.

It was drizzling that day, and all the impatiens in the garden were in bloom. He sat down on the stone bench with the ashes in his arms, looked at the impatiens all over the garden, and lowered his head to the box in his hand, chattering nonstop.

Suddenly he stopped, somehow recalling the day he sent Cen Fei outside, Cen Fei raised his head and said to himself: "Brother, I love you."

His love, he did not respond.

He said goodbye, and he didn't pay attention to it.

So, never see you again.

Fu Zheng looked up at the sky, the sky was very blue with white clouds, and the thin raindrops fell on his face, which was cool.

Tears suddenly fell from the corners of his eyes, and with the rain, his face was wet, and he hadn't cried for a long time.

He is 27 years old this year, and the baby should be 24 years old this year, but he has been away from him for five years, and he will stay at the age of 19 forever.

his baby...

He vaguely heard someone calling him behind him, he turned his head and saw Cen Fei running towards him with a newly opened impatiens flower in his hand, he said to himself: "Brother, brother, look at my flower It's all open!"

"Come and see!"

Just as Fu Zheng wanted to show a smile, he suddenly saw Cen Fei stop and changed another melancholy face. He looked at him with big black eyes and said to himself: "I love you, brother... ..."

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Fu Zheng hugged the box tighter, and this time he obeyed his own will and responded to him. He smiled and told him, "I love you too, baby."

I love you too.

dry memory