On the wedding night, the villain husband cried and his eyes turned red

At night, Wen Yidi rubbed his sore neck, closed his account and prepared to rest. At this moment, a cautious voice came from outside the door:

"Brother, can I come in?"

Hearing this, Wen Yidi frowned. Since that day, there was no news from Wen Yian, and he deliberately did not think about his life experience. However, what is supposed to come will always come.

After a while, a cold voice came from the room:

"come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened. Wen Yian was seen wearing night clothes, and the part below his eyes was covered with black cloth, making his eyes look bright. He held a medium-sized bundle under his arm, and his movements seemed sneaky.

After entering the room and closing the door, he pulled off the black cloth from his face and timidly called brother, as if he was afraid of Wen Yidi's displeasure.

"Why are you dressed like this? What's the point of coming here so late?"

Hearing Wen Yidi speak, Wen Yian hurriedly placed the bundle under his arm in front of him and said solemnly:

"Brother, I have not been idle these days. I have been investigating the things you mentioned. However, judging from the results of my investigation, my mother did give birth to two sons. The eldest and the second are two years apart."

"I wonder if you still remember the housekeeper Wen Jiawang. His previous wife ran away with someone else. It took a lot of effort for me to find that woman."

"The woman said that the eldest son of the Wen family was born prematurely and was very thin when he was born. He almost didn't survive. It was only because of her help in taking care of him that the child survived."

Hearing this, Wen Yidi didn't know whether he should be happy or sad. But Wen Yi'an changed the topic and talked about something else.

"Brother, you have to know that in my heart you are my biological brother, no matter what your life experience is. So, you must listen carefully to the next words."

With that said, Wen Yian opened the package in front of him. Inside was a pile of children's clothes, a golden longevity lock, and two shining silver longevity locks.

He unfolded the clothes one by one. Most of these children's clothes were in pairs, with the same style, only different colors. But there are several pieces of clothing, but they are single pieces.

"Brother, take a closer look. You are more familiar with fabrics than I am."

Wenjia Cloth Co., Ltd. carefully designs several novel designs and colors of fabrics every year. Not surprisingly, these fabrics will be made into a variety of clothes and worn by dignitaries.

The pairs of children's clothes in front of them all use materials carefully designed by the Wen family every year. Some of the remaining pieces of clothing are still made of this novel material, but most of them are made of soft cotton.

Wen Yidi observed carefully and finally expressed his guess:

"Children wearing cotton clothes don't care about how beautiful the clothes look, but just want to be comfortable and breathable. Either the parents care about their children too much, or the children in this family have particularly delicate skin."

"But in any case, there is no reason to suddenly replace the cotton that the child is accustomed to wearing with other fabrics. Unless the child wearing the clothes is not the same."

What Wen Yidi said at this time was exactly what Wen Yi'an was thinking. He quickly picked up the cotton clothes, folded them with clothes of other fabrics, and compared the sizes.

"Brother, this is a fabric designed by the Wen family fifteen years ago. In other words, when this dress was made, I was one year old and you were three. But look, these two clothes made of the same fabric are exactly the same size. .”

"Look at these cotton clothes, the sizes are actually a bit larger than this one."

Having said this, the two brothers suddenly raised their heads and looked at themselves in each other's eyes. After a long while, Wen Yian said hesitantly:

"Tell me, is it possible that I do have a brother who is two years older than me, but he is not the same person as you."

"Brother, it stands to reason that you are two years older than me. No matter how weak you were when you were born, it is impossible for you at three to wear the same size clothes as me at one year old. Unless we are the same age. Say no. Yes, I am older than you."

Wen Yian didn't have time to see his brother's reaction. He quickly picked up three longevity locks and raised them in front of Wen Yidi.

"Brother, look at this longevity lock again. The words engraved on this lock are the parents' expectations for their children."

As he said that, Wen Yidi took a closer look at the golden lock, and it turned out that the word longevity was engraved on it. No need to guess, the child of this family must have had something wrong with him since his mother's womb, and that's why the family has longed for him to live forever.

Looking at the silver locks again, one of the silver locks has the word "peace" engraved on it. No need to think about it, this must have been worn by Wen Yian when he was a child. The other silver lock had no words engraved on it.

What is the reason that changes parents' expectations for their children from longevity to no expectations at all? The only possibility is that the child whose parents are looking forward to immortality will no longer be able to realize the dream of immortality.

After saying all this, Wen Yian carefully observed Wen Yidi's every move, trying to see joy or loss in him. But he looked for a long time and found nothing.

Wen Yidi didn't feel happy, let alone sad. It seemed as if everything the two of them had just said was just about other people.

After being silent for a long time, Wen Yidi suddenly said:

"Yi An, if you tell me this today, I'm afraid you will regret it later."

Wen Yian suddenly laughed, and then said:

"Then will you continue to be my brother?"

Wen Yidi nodded, and his tone instantly became much lighter:

"Yes, if you are willing to grant me one wish."

Seeing Wen Yian nodding repeatedly, Wen Yidi continued:

"If one day I no longer want to stay in the Wen family, will you help my brother?"

Wen Yi'an was stunned for a moment, as if he didn't expect such words to come out of his brother's mouth. He hesitated for a while, then said firmly:

"As far as I'm concerned, I don't hope there will be such a day. If you really make such a choice, I will not stop you. I will be the first person in the Wen family to support you."

"Would you like to sleep with your brother in the small room in Qiongxian Building tonight?"

Wen Yidi suddenly asked. Hearing this question, Wen Yian was slightly surprised. Growing up, my brother rarely brought up intimacy in the house like this.

Unfortunately, he still shook his head and expressed his concerns:

"Brother, I won't keep them tonight. I stole these clothes and safety locks from my mother's cabinet. Later, I will put them back while she is sleeping soundly. "

After saying that, Wen Yian put away his things and quietly slipped out of Qiongxian Building.

"If it's not the Wen family... who should I be?"