Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

There are always VR glasses wherever Wen Can is - this is a secret only some people know.

That pair of glasses was a product he personally participated in developing. Although it has become outdated since its release, he still uses it and modifies it from time to time.

Some laboratory staff knew that it contained a virtual world related to his mother that he had created himself, so everyone who knew the situation believed that it must contain very beautiful and warm memories.

Just like what Ye Kong had seen before - for Wen Can, it should be something used to remember his mother and heal himself - otherwise why would he always wear it to sleep on sleepless nights?

But if Ye Kong had not been interrupted by Wen Can opening the door in Wen Can's office, but had continued to look through the blurry window, she would have known that the facts were just the opposite.

Just wait a few more minutes and a wet mountain highway like this, which looks like it is raining, will appear outside the blurry window.

Then wait a moment, and at the end of the gray road, a fiery red modified sports car will come.

There was a mother and son sitting in the car, and the back seat was filled with all kinds of books.

My mother was laughing in the driver's seat.

The boy lowered the window on the passenger side of the car, stretched his hand out of the window, and caught the falling rain on his hands.

No one knew what they were talking about or laughing about in the car.

All dialogue is blurred.

Until there was a loud bang like an explosion.

boom--

Countless books were thrown into the sky, and the pages fluttered like heavy snow. They were ignited by the flames of the explosion, burned, and then turned into fiery red ashes.

The loud noise was followed by dead silence.

In the dead silence, the boy in the passenger seat disappeared, leaving only the figure in the driver's seat, restrained in the seat belt, burning silently, burning...

·

That person had been burning in front of Wen Can's eyes in his VR glasses for many years.

Whenever Wen Can felt bored and tired, and felt like he was about to be swallowed by pain and despair, he would always put on his glasses and quietly look at the burning shadow in the virtual world. When the long dark night passed, he would take off his glasses and smile again, welcoming the even longer day.

Rather than a cure for insomnia or longing for his mother, those glasses were more like a rope around his throat all year round.

Each time he looked at it, it tightened a little, so that he could cheer himself up despite his boredom and keep himself sane despite his increasingly severe suffocation.

Seven whole years.

Before that kiss, he never let his guard down for a single day.

But yesterday was the first time.

He woke up from a good dream.

There was nothing special about it. In his dream, he was just sharing a not-so-delicious dinner with someone.

The light fell on the long hair of the person opposite.

She took a sip of the soup, then frowned and commented: "It's too bland. Add some salt next time."

"You are too harsh," he said.

“The shrimp is pretty good, better than the previous times.”

"I feel so too."

“The vegetable stems are really unpalatable.”

“You need to eat more vegetables.”

“The desserts are getting more and more perfect.”

"After all, I've taken all the exams I could get these years, and if it doesn't taste good, I'll be ashamed of all the dessert teachers."

"Shouldn't you feel guilty towards me? I should taste every dessert you make and give you fair advice - I am your teacher."

"Then thank you, Mr. Ye? For giving me the great honor of being able to continue making desserts for you countless times?"

"As a CEO, you should say, 'I'll take care of all your desserts for the rest of your life.'"

"Mr. Ye, I'll take care of all your desserts for the rest of your life - how am I doing?"

"good."

The person opposite him ate the exquisite and beautiful little dessert, looked up and gave him a smug and very beautiful smile: "Tomorrow I want the sweet-scented osmanthus flavor."

"As ordered."

She finished her meal and slipped away.

The slender and blurry figure falls in a building with warm lights.

The details were unclear, but there were hourglasses and whale models on the antique display cabinet, and the walls were covered with flowers and sea paintings that she had drawn herself.

It feels like a home that has been lived in for many years...and belongs to only two people.

-

When Wen Can woke up from the dream, he could even feel the warmth in his heart swelling up due to the warm wind.

There was even a hint of a smile on his face.

But when he realized this smile, fear froze him from head to toe and from inside to outside like ice water.

He put on his glasses and sat there for a moment in a daze.

In a trance, I heard someone ask him: What are you afraid of?

What are you afraid of?

·

"I'm not afraid of anything."

He murmured, "I will not be swayed."

I don't know how many times the explosion happened before my eyes.

The secretary's voice rang in my ears, saying that we had returned to Huahe Expressway.

He took off his glasses with an indifferent expression and raised his hand to lower the car window.

The moist wind blowing in from the window gave him goose bumps on his skin.

He remained motionless in such silence for several minutes before slowly turning his head to look out the window.

The wind kept blowing the man's hair, and the slightly yellowed trees and the empty cliffs gradually became complete in his pupils.

His heartbeat still maintained a steady and heavy rhythm, without a single ripple.

Until his phone suddenly vibrated. He looked down and saw a familiar avatar and name on the screen.

After staring at it for a moment, he unlocked the screen and saw the message.

·

Ye Kong: Remember to report safety when you land.

Ye Kong: I heard this is common sense, but this is the first time I know this.

Ye Kong: I am safe

Then a photo.

The photo shows the sky after the rain in Flower Box. Under the sky, the girl raised her hands with bandages wrapped around her knuckles high and made a scissors hand gesture.

It's a very ordinary photo, there's not even any face in it.

But her knuckles were wrapped in bandages, her fingers were white and slender, and she looked very beautiful even with a simple gesture. One could easily imagine how she raised her head and made a "yeah" gesture to the sky, and how she used her other hand to hold the mobile phone to take this photo - even without any expression, it was vivid and lively.

Wen Can looked at the screen silently, and vaguely heard the voice asking him again.

"What are you afraid of?"

"…I'm not afraid of anything." He answered silently.

"You're shaken?"

"……I don't."

"Do you dare to say that you don't want to have a future with her?"

“…I don’t want to.”

"..."

“…I don’t want to.”

“…I don’t want to.”

"I do not have."

"I have never..."

……

"Sir? Sir? Sir! Sir!!!"

The secretary's roar pierced through the fog of fantasy.

Wen Can looked up suddenly.

The Bentley happened to be driving over a raised road and the body of the car was shaken severely.

There was a faint sound of wind outside the window, and cool rain brushed across his face. The undulating green mountains stretched endlessly in the afterglow, and the yellow leaves were blown off the branches and flew away from his sight like butterflies.

But in the man's tightly contracted eyes that had just woken up, the butterfly-like dead leaves suddenly turned into snow-white flowers.

He tilted his head mechanically.

From the gentle sound of wind and rain hitting the window, he suddenly heard the sound of the radio.

[Ahead… ziz… 300 meters… ziz… there is an accident… ziz… section, please… ziz… ziz… drive carefully. ]

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The driver didn't even turn on the navigation.

However, the female voice, which was mixed with noise and seemed to be faulty, continued to reach his ears.

The Bentley was driving at high speed on the mountain road. Wen Can was sitting in the car, but he seemed to be carried into a parallel time and space alone.

The next moment, he heard the noise disappear.

He finally heard clearly the navigation from seven years ago.