(TN: The title is from the idiom ‘the willow trees give the shade, the flowers give the light’, meaning light at the end of the tunnel.)

The long night passed.

Overnight, Zhou Qingluo was transferred from the emergency room to the ICU for observation. After two hours, because his physical indicators were good, he was transferred to the general ward in the latter half of the night.

His speed of recovery was simply a miracle.

Zhou Qingluo leaned against the head of the hospital bed, feeling his energetic beating heart, finding it somewhat incredible.

The frequency and amplitude of his heartbeat would form a beautiful ECG if drawn!

But having a healthy body came with a price.

The price was that he transmigrated into a book, into another person named Zhou Qingluo who looked exactly like him.

Zhou Qingluo almost couldn’t tell whether this was him in a parallel world or a completely different universe.

However, in this world, though he didn’t have heart disease, it wasn’t much better than his previous world.

Because he transmigrated into the substitute for a white moonlight¹A white moonlight is an unforgettable love..

This setting, just thinking about it, was dog-blood enough, graphic and intense. Even with his not-so-profound study of webnovels, he could come up with at least 100 dramatic scenarios.

The process would have to be supplemented, but his setting and ending was clear.

The villain was called Song Ling, a hacker that wanted to destroy the world. He didn’t do proper business from a young age, instead creating a virus that could break through any firewall in the world, euphemistically called the ‘Oath (Shiyan)’ plan.

After all, the white moonlight’s name was Jiang Shiyan.

If this program came out, it would be a day of joy for criminals. The peace and turmoil in the world were only the distance between his fingers and the keyboard.

Of course, before destroying the world, Song Ling first destroyed his own home, bankrupting the Baomu Group, leaving all of the Song family destitute and homeless.

Such a ridiculous setting…

Of course, this plan didn’t come to fruition, and the world remained at peace.

Because Song Ling’s white moonlight was able to turn the tides and persuaded him to destroy the virus program. Song Ling was also influenced by the white moonlight to redeem himself and no longer stayed in this world, killing himself and donating his organs to those that needed it.

What an infatuated villain with no principles.

It’s just…

What a love brain.

The real white moonlight was truly kind and magnanimous while the original substitute didn’t know he was a stand-in, thinking Song Ling was dead set on him, and became more and more extreme, asking for money, people, and giving him a green hat²Giving someone a green hat or making them wear a green hat means to cuckold or cheat on them. The person that is cheated on wears the green hat. countless times.

If that was all, it would be good. However, after he accidentally discovered Song Ling’s secret and wanted to use it to make a fortune, he was directly forced to death by Song Ling. In a fit of rage, he wanted to report Song Ling’s schemes, but Song Ling made the first move and assassinated him.

Zhou Qingluo: “…”

Tsk.

The great Transmigration God sure treated him well.

The key was: he still didn’t know what stage the storyline was at.

Was he about to be assassinated, or has nothing happened yet?

If it wasn’t because he was the white moonlight’s substitute, just from the synopsis, he wanted to chase them for a serial and read the contents of the original book.

However, after finally living again, he would definitely not allow Song Ling to assassinate him, nor would he ever be a substitute.

Every person was unique. What substitute? He would be himself.

Zhou Qingluo took some time to adjust his mentality, shifted a little, and discovered a food-delivering uncle by his bedside. His helmet was placed on the ground, but his uniform hadn’t been taken off yet.

The original owner’s family was poor, and his father was laid off. Before the original owner climbed onto Song Ling, his father made a living making food deliveries.

Zhou Qingluo vaguely remembered that it was already midnight when he was sent to the hospital yesterday. His family hadn’t come yet since the original owner’s father was still delivering food at the time, finally finishing and rushing over.

Although the joys and sorrows of the original was not shared with him, Zhou Qingluo inexplicably felt a bit sour.

Zhou Qingluo wanted to get up and put a quilt on him, but as soon as he moved, the other woke up.

He immediately stood up from his chair, but since he just woke up, he didn’t stand firmly and almost fell.

He supported himself with the hospital bed and walked to his side, approaching anxiously: “Qingluo, Qingluo, you’re awake. How’s your body? How do you feel?”

Zhou Qingluo had no family. Perhaps it was because of his heart disease, his parents abandoned him very early, and the sudden enthusiasm made him frown subconsciously, leaning back a little.

Father Zhou was also startled and awkwardly moved backwards. He smiled reproachfully, “Did Dad’s snoring wake you up?”

Zhou Qingluo quickly waved his hand, “No, no, I woke up a while ago, and you also didn’t snore.”

He was the original owner’s father: Zhou Shoulin.

Zhou Shoulin didn’t Zhou Qingluo to speak so respectfully to him.

After all, Zhou Qingluo always complained that he was poor and couldn’t give him the life he wanted.

He also blamed himself for his lack of ability. His wife died early and he also lost his job in his middle age, working small jobs in order to raise two young children. However, he really only had enough to maintain basic living expenses.

After graduating from Qingluo College, he wanted to learn how to paint, but he couldn’t afford it. Qingluo’s sister Qingmu graduated with a master’s in medicine and wanted to study abroad. However, he couldn’t afford that either.

Zhou Shoulin suddenly felt his eyes dim and fainted.

Zhou Qingluo: “???”

The brick factory allocated rooms for workers, and Zhou Shoulin was assigned a small house on the first floor with 69 square meters. There was also a small garden.

Concrete was invented and the brick factory soon closed down. The neighborhood also grew more and more dilapidated.

The living room became his bedroom while Zhou Shoulin slept inside.

“Zhou Qingluo, can you be more understanding?!”

Zhou Qingluo sat at the table, Zhou Qingmu reprimanding him in a hushed voice.

Zhou Qingluo spent one morning to sort through his bloody substitute identity, and another afternoon to understand his impoverished lifestyle.

His mother died early, and his father rose up to raise two young children by himself. Sadly, he was laid off.

Zhou Qingmu was a favorite of the heavens. She was four years older than him, graduating with a master’s degree at 25, and faced with two choices: work or study abroad.

Given the family situation, she chose to work.

It was said that children from poor families mature early, and Zhou Qingmu was motivated and sensible, but Zhou Qingluo acted in the complete opposite direction, becoming a 250³250 sounds like ‘er bai wu’, which is an idiot. that couldn’t do anything.

Zhou Qingmu’s eyes were red: “Did you know? In order to get money for you to study art, Dad went to sell his blood. This morning, he fainted from hypoglycemia and was found to be anemic.”

Zhou Qingluo paused. It was impossible to not be shocked.

He was abandoned when he was a child and had never experienced parental love before. Unexpectedly, this TV drama plot of selling blood was shocking when it actually happened.

Zhou Qingmu: “Don’t think that I don’t know. Your university has a painting elective, but you didn’t choose it. You didn’t study well when you were in school, and now that you can’t find a job after graduating, you suddenly want to learn art?”

Zhou Qingluo silently took the blame, not knowing where to start speaking from.

Zhou Qingmu choked twice, “Also, don’t you know that you’re allergic to alcohol? Yet, you still went to drink. An alcohol allergy can kill you! How can you face Father?”

Zhou Qingluo was distressed by people crying the most.

He silently handed over two tissues and comforted softly, “Don’t cry. I won’t learn art anymore.”

Unexpectedly, Zhou Qingmu grew even angrier: “If you don’t learn art, what can you do? Go to the construction site and move bricks?”

“No, I know how to…” draw.

“You don’t know squat!”

“…” He really knew how to. Comics, oil painting, water sketches, ink painting, PS—he knew it all.

And his level was very good, at fortune-making level.

Zhou Qingmu’s eyes rounded, her face flushed. She tried to suppress her anger in fear of waking up the resting Zhou Shoulin, chest heaving, and finally angrily entered her room.

Zhou Qingluo sighed softly, hating that his savings didn’t transmigrate over with him.

Ten million ah! All of it made from painting and writing.

What was even more annoying was that he still remembered the password.

Zhou Qingluo thoroughly experienced the tragedy of dying without spending all his money.

He went back to his room, tossing and turning on the bed, unable to sleep.

Although this room was already the biggest and best room in the house, kept clean and tidy, it was still incomparable to his large flat from before.

Even if someone didn’t get a gold finger when transmigrating, they could still rely on the 21st century’s unique salted fish temperament and muddle along until they die. The salted fish⁴A salted fish is someone that doesn’t do anything and just lies on their back all day. A koi is lucky in Chinese culture, so Zhou Qingluo is satirizing standard plotlines. might also accidentally change into a koi, and their days would get better and better.

But he was now a salted fish, and he could probably only drink the northwest wind⁵He can’t enjoy a luxurious life..

This was definitely the most realistic transmigration in history. There wasn’t a golden finger, and he also offended the big villain…

Zhou Qingluo sorted out the chips in his hand. He had a handsome face, a pair of hands that could move bricks, and a mouth that could eat.

The sound insulation in the old house was really poor. Just when Zhou Qingluo dazedly fell asleep, he heard speaking in the living room.

It was Zhou Shoulin and Zhou Qingmu whispering now.

Zhou Qingmu: “Dad, I’m not going abroad anymore, I’ll go work. You give the money to Qingluo and let him learn art.”

Zhou Shoulin: “Go study and don’t think about it. Dad has money.”

Zhou Qingmu: “But Dad, I can’t bear to have you go sell…” She paused and changed her words, “Delivering food so late.”

Zhou Shoulin laughed, “I know you care about Dad. Dad knows, it was raining yesterday, and fewer people were making deliveries so there were more orders. I fainted due to hypoglycemia because I didn’t have time to finish lunch. Dad made almost 1000 yesterday.”

Zhou Qingmu complained, “1000 isn’t enough to pay for Zhou Qingluo’s alcohol poisoning.”

Zhou Shoulin: “Qingluo’s still young and ignorant…”

“Still young! He’s already 21! He became what he’s like today because you dote on him too much!”

“Alright, Dad has a solution about money, so go to rest. You have to go to your internship tomorrow.”

Zhou Qingluo got up from his bed and walked out of his room.

He didn’t know much about love, but he knew right from wrong. Since he occupied someone else’s body, he must be responsible for their life.

Although he was poor now, he seemed to have a place he could call ‘home’.

The two in the living room didn’t return to their senses, staring blankly at him.

Zhou Shoulin reacted first, squeezing out a smile, “Qingluo ah…”

Zhou Qingluo: “I’ll go make money in the future.”

“What?”

Zhou Qingluo raised his chin towards Zhou Qingmu, “You go study abroad.”

“What??”

Looking at their stunned expressions, Zhou Qingluo felt that he was too cool. The previous great one was Pangu, who split the heavens and earth, and now it was him, Zhou Qingluo!

Zhou Qingmu pushed aside Zhou Shoulin, who was still in disbelief, and dragged Zhou Qingluo towards his room: “Dad, go rest soon. I have something to discuss with Qingluo.”

As soon as the door closed, she glared at Zhou Qingluo, “What are you doing?”

Zhou Qingluo had been on the internet for so many years, and what he had seen the most was shock at meeting a great ancestor (someone great). Dealing with Zhou Qingmu this younger generation was simply playing with children.

He smiled condescendingly, lowering his voice and asking mysteriously, “Have you heard this truth before?”

Zhou Qingmu: “What?”

Zhou Qingluo raised an eyebrow, “A man grows up in but an instant.”

Zhou Qingmu broke out in goosebumps, “Learning a load of nonsense.”

She didn’t understand why a big man like Zhou Qingluo would have such an alluring face. Who knew how many girls were lost when the little fox blinked his eyes.

Because of his face and mouth, everyone twirled around him and let him have his way from childhood to adulthood, not giving him any hardship.

To the point that he became a waste when he entered society.

Zhou Qingmu said, “You, make money? In order to hang onto that rich guy, you helped him block alcohol even though you’re allergic to it. What, not afraid to pay the price? So your method of making money is by clinging onto others by force and being carried into the ICU?”

Zhou Qingluo: ???

So this was how he went to the hospital?

There was indeed a feeling of being “unafraid of paying the price”.

Rich man…

Zhou Qingluo had an ominous premonition. After all, he never read the book and didn’t know the details, and the memory of the original owner also disappeared.

He seemed to be himself, not the original.

Zhou Qingmu rolled her eyes, “Learning these dishonest thingse.”

Zhou Qingluo was a bit stunned, “Clinging to a rich man?”

Zhou Qingmu rolled her eyes one after another, angrily saying: “How capable you are, clinging to the second son of the Baomu Group.”

Zhou Qingluo closed his eyes, feeling dizzy, and asked tentatively, “Song Ling?”

“How would I know his name?”

“Then did I climb up or not?”

“…”

Zhou Qingmu trembled with anger.

She pointed at him in a manner of hating iron for not becoming steel, “Don’t think about it and keep your feet on the ground. He probably doesn’t even know who you are.”

(T/N: Hating iron for not becoming steel = to fail to live up to expectations)

“Huh, he doesn’t know me yet?

“He should know me by now.”

Zhou Qingluo paused and smiled.

So it wasn’t too late. He hadn’t had any entanglements with Song Ling yet. Everything was just beginning.

He hadn’t been reduced to a substitute yet!

The village blossomed with flowers once more, and it even became a well-off village.

Happiness always came so suddenly.

Zhou Qingluo said with a smile, “You are you, and you don’t need to sacrifice yourself for me. I am me, and I will be responsible for myself. Just go study abroad without worry.”

Zhou Qingmu looked at the grin extending from ear to ear and her anger suddenly faded.

Some people were obviously bastards, but when they actually smiled in happiness, it made people’s hearts soften.

Zhou Qingluo was this type of person.

Zhou Qingmu: “Go to bed quickly.”

Zhou Qingluo happily said, “I’m not dreaming. I was thinking about how to thank the benefactor that sent me to the hospital and my grace-giving parents.”

Zhou Qingluo was sure that the person that sent him wasn’t Song Ling, since he was a deeply paranoid, vengeful person that would eventually destroy the world. He would never be merciful to anyone except for his white moonlight.