"Grandpa Meng, you don't have to worry, just look at Yan zhòng, and it'll be fine in a few days." Wen Jingrong stood up, threw Xue's gauze into the trash can and said.

But Meng Rong didn't seem to want to pay attention to Wen Jingrong's appearance, just looked at Meng Shuixin lightly and said, "If you want to mess around like this again in the future, you should be without me as a grandfather." ”

"Grandpa, don't be angry, isn't it okay now?" Meng Shui wanted to get up, but because of the bandages on his arms, he couldn't move, so he looked at Meng Rong with a pitiful expression.

Wen Jingrong retreated silently.

"Grandpa~" Meng Shuixin looked at Meng Rong and gestured to the arm on his hand again, and looked at his grandfather pitifully.

Meng Rong finally made it to Meng Shuixin's bedside with a stunned face.

"Grandpa, you see that I am injured, you still treat me with a cold face, my wound hurts now, and now my heart hurts~" Meng Shuixin leaned on Meng Rong's shoulder and said.

"Aren't you quite capable?" Meng Rong was still a little angry, but when he heard his granddaughter's words coaxing him, he was also a little stingy.

"Grandpa~"

"How could you be involved with Wanjia?" Meng Rong was not disturbed by Meng Shuixin, and asked sternly.

"Sure enough, it's my grandfather, who knows this~" Meng Shui smiled sweetly.

"Speak."

"Hey, aren't I just interested in the ancient martial arts of the Wan family, who knew that they were so stingy and didn't agree, but I won't give up." Meng Shuixin said with a smile that the words were half true and half false.

"What do you know about ancient martial arts, I'm afraid it's also Wen Jingrong who told you, right?" Meng Rong looked at Meng Shuixin and asked, his granddaughter's arm was injured, and the old man didn't know how distressed he was, but looking at Wen Jingrong, who came back with Meng Shuixin, his heart was always not so comfortable.

"Grandpa, you also know, I am now in the position of the head of the Meng family, and all the people are eyeing this position, the ancient martial arts and medical skills of the ten thousand families are as rare in this world as the abilities inherited from our four major families, I want it!" Meng Shuixin said casually before, but the three words I want in the back are correct and round, and there is no room for refutation.

"You ......" Meng Rong wanted to say and stopped.

"Grandpa, grandpa, will you let me try it, I really like the player's ancient martial arts medical skills." Meng Shui shook Meng Rong's arm unwillingly and said.

"Alright, you still have it in your hand." Meng Rong said helplessly, "Pay attention to yourself, Wanjia is not easy to mess with." ”

"Got it, thank you grandpa for knowing that grandpa is the best!"

"As for that Wen Jingrong, I heard that you were injured for him?" Meng Rong's eyes became sharp at once.

"Yes, I was indeed injured for Wen Jingrong." Meng Shuixin said.

Meng Rong stopped talking, just stared at Meng Shuixin with a sharp gaze.

Meng Shuixin was also annoyed by his playful expression, and then looked at Meng Rong seriously and said, "Grandpa, don't worry, I know what I'm doing." ”

By the time he went to school, Meng Shuixin's hands were almost good, but he still couldn't push too hard, as soon as he went to school, Yang Yu was surprised and surrounded Meng Shuixin's side and said: "Meng Shuixin, what's wrong with you, why did you become Yang?" ”

"You can't say less, can you?" Chen Tian said angrily on the side.

"Nothing, what a disappointment for you." Meng Shui looked at Yang Yu with a smile and said.

"Are you angry?" Yang Yu scratched his head and looked at Meng Shuixin and said, "Meng Shuixin, don't be angry, I'll just say it casually." ”

Meng Shuixin did not leave Yang Yu at all.

Yang Yu just wanted to say something, but the teacher had already come in with a notebook, and Yang Yu had to sit back in his seat.

The teacher said on the stage: "Now that my classmates are in their second year of high school, I hope you will study harder and strive for a better result in this semester." ”

Meng Shuixin listened to the biology class very carefully, after all, he had never been to high school in his previous life, and the courses he had pulled were not ordinary, plus Meng Shuixin's was immediately weak, and it took a lot of effort to learn, and his hand was injured, but fortunately, it was left and right, Wen Jingrong, who was sitting next to him, also had a color, and he didn't speak, but when Meng Shuixin wanted to use the pool, he happened to hand over a ruler, and when Meng Shuixin needed an eraser, he happened to have an eraser.

When Meng Shuixin listened to the lecture and was fascinated, there seemed to be a point that the teacher said about this question and could not accurately understand what the meaning was. But at this time, the classmate next to him threw a note on Meng Shuixin's desk when the teacher turned around to write a board book, Meng Shuixin frowned, and opened the note, on which was Meng Shuixin's familiar handwriting, although there were still some voices, but it was already foreseeable that Lin Chuyang would sign on the text in the future.

The note was very concise and Lin Chuyang's usual style: "Wait for me after class." ”

Meng Shuixin crumpled the note together and threw it directly on Wen Jingrong's head, earning it himself and pretending to snicker that he didn't know anything.

Wen Jingrong just smiled dotingly, and then looked at the note and threw it out the window.

At the end of class, the crowd rushed outside to prepare for exercises, Meng Shuixin was injured because of his hand, and Wen Jingrong should be regarded as a family member.

"Wen Jingrong, why do I always feel wrong with this question, why can't I always figure out the answer that I always calculate?" Meng Shuixin said while biting the tip of the pen.

"What's wrong with your arm?" What was waiting for was not Wen Jingrong's answer, but Lin Chuyang asked coldly.

Meng Shuixin raised his head and looked at Lin Chuyang standing in front of him, the boy seemed to have grown a little taller after a vacation, and at this rate, he would soon be able to grow to the height of the man who became his husband, the height of the man who he liked to lie in her arms the most, but, because it was too high, he often couldn't see her expression when he was lying in her arms at that time, maybe his cold face at that time was full of contempt, 鄙shì own dependence 鄙 shì own renunciation a qiē.

Thinking of this, Meng Shuixin lowered his head, and he didn't want Lin Chuyang to be in the previous life, and he had already come again, Lin Chuyang, I don't need to look at you every day, and I don't need to be entangled in the love I like you.

"I'll talk to you again!" Lin Chuyang just wanted to grab Meng Shuixin's arm, but he was knocked off by a ruler, only to see Wen Jingrong maintain the posture of looking at the playground and said lightly: "His hand is injured." ”

"What does my hand have to do with you, do you have ownership?" Meng Shuixin didn't raise his head and said coldly.

"Can't you hear that I'm concerned about you?" Lin Chuyangzhong just had no way to continue to exude his cold air in front of Meng Shuixin, and finally sat helplessly on the chair opposite Meng Shuixin, some people, when he doesn't care about you anymore, even if you are cold and angry, it is just willful, but boring.

But why do people become like this?

When he is by your side, you feel bored, you feel that his appearance is a thorn in Yan zhòng because of the eyes of the world, but when you lose her, he suddenly becomes a cinnabar mole in your heart, lingering for a long time, her willfulness is personality, his temper is character, and always he does everything right.

And now Lin Chuyang doesn't know that he has jumped into such a strange circle, a person who has obviously been lost is still alive or alive, he stubbornly thinks that Meng Shuixin is hers and his future will always be his, and in his heart, he is staring at it, Mohe has disappeared, and the obstacle between him and Meng Shuixin no longer exists, completely ignoring what kind of torture the run-in is suffering now.

"Lin Chuyang, what do you want from me?" Meng Shuixin asked, "I'm sorry, no matter what you can't get, even if you can get it, I'll be ruined." ”

"Meng Shuixin, do you have to look at me like this? You've always minded Mohe, and now there's no Mohe between us, but you're still unwilling to give me a chance, I'm afraid it's not Mohe's reason at all, but because you're not willing to give up your life of hugging left and right, right? Lin Chuyang's low voice was cold because he was dyed with a little anger The cold boy in front of him had some temperature, he is now ten ** years old, and when he reached his thirties, he had really practiced the achievement of being moody and angry, and he had never had any expression on his face again, at least when Meng Shuixin had been with him for so many years, there was no expression on his face at all, even when his dignity was completely trampled under his feet that night, Even when Principal Mohe was rampant that night, Meng Shuixin didn't see any special expression on Lin Chuyang's face, he looked at everyone as if he first saw it, he wanted to try to shoot people, whether it was the people around him or the people prostrate under his feet.

But when did it become that person?

Meng Shuixin suddenly found that even in the weight of Lin Chuyang's life, he seemed to have been absent for a long time, as if it was a dream on the previous one, and this is true, especially when he went to the marquis of ten thousand homes, Meng Shuixin has his own understanding of the feeling of time, and this rebirth of two sons seems to have a new meaning for himself, time, it seems that it is not irreversible, and there is an important reason for going to ten thousand homes, to find out the reason for his rebirth.

In this world, there is no free lunch, Meng Shuixin wants to know, what are the ulterior secrets of his rebirth, except for that stinky fox?