After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Compared with Qiongzhou in winter, the temperature difference between Yanjing and Qiongzhou is over 30 degrees, even when comparing the highest and lowest temperatures.

You don't need to feel this to realize it; you can discover it just by looking at the completely different natural scenery in the two places in winter.

Even at the coldest time of the year in Qiongzhou, everywhere you look is green.

In Yanjing, all you see is pure white.

The boundary between heaven and earth was blurred in the white.

As I looked at it, only by walking through it, with pedestrians wrapped in thicker and thicker clothes, could the sky and the ground be clearly separated.

The huge temperature difference made Wen Yinuo unwilling to even get out of bed, let alone go out, during the first few days after arriving in Yanjing.

Every time Fu Jincheng pulled her out of bed, she was extremely reluctant.

And he confidently put the blame on the quilt——

"It's not that I can't get up, it's that the quilt has sealed me up, and I can't get out."

While Fu Jincheng found it funny, he couldn't do anything about the boy who hid under the quilt with only his eyes blinking at him, so he just let Wen Yinuo stay in bed every day.

After staying in bed for a few days, Wen Yinuo felt unwell and got out of bed early in the morning.

Fu Jincheng, who had just finished hosting a conference call, was full of resentment. While doing his work in the study, he indiscriminately cursed those people in the Fu family who made him get up early in the morning to go to work.

From those scumbags on top to the trees below, no one could escape Fu Jincheng's scolding.

Cursing for the first time wasn't enough, Fu Jincheng was about to curse again when there was a knock on the study door.

There are only two people here, besides myself, and the one who knocked on the door was Wen Yinuo.

In an instant, Fu Jincheng, who had been grumbling, stopped grumbling and cursed, and smiled like a sunflower:

"Xiaobao, you don't need to knock, just come in."

The door opened gently, and the sleepy boy wearing only a pair of socks walked into the study holding the rabbit that had just been picked up.

Fu Jincheng glanced at Wen Yinuo and frowned slightly:

"No shoes."

Wen Yinuo yawned and leaned back on the sofa:

"It's okay to not wear shoes when the carpet is on and the heater is on."

Fu Jincheng paid some attention to his work, shook his head and chuckled:

"That's who was complaining about being cold less than three days ago and refusing to get out of bed."

Wen Yinuo hummed, turned his back to Fu Jincheng, and teased the rabbit:

"That's different."

Although the heating is always on, how can I get used to it right away?

And the monotonous white color that you can see outside the bedroom window as soon as you look up is really hypnotic.

Anyway, no matter how you try, if you can't get out of bed, it's definitely not your fault.

Less than a week later, Wen Yinuo was slapped in the face by his own words again.

When he first arrived in Yanjing, because of the extremely low temperature and the fact that snow never brings good luck, Wen Yinuo assured him:

He would never go out in winter.

When he couldn't get out of bed and put the blame on Xue, the boy promised again.

Now, looking at the soft, white snow outside the house without a trace of other colors, Wen Yinuo's eyes were full of longing.

"Brother!" He tilted his head, his bright eyes full of longing, "I want to go out and play in the snow!"

Fu Jincheng raised his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Really?"

Wen Yinuo nodded heavily.

Half an hour later, Zhen, the boy wrapped like a ball, opened the door and walked into the snow.

In less than a minute, Wen Yinuo ran back.

Wen Yinuo brushed off the snow on his clothes and cast a resentful look at Fu Jincheng who was right in front of him:

"Brother, you didn't stop me."

Fu Jin took the clothes that Wen Yinuo handed over, and casually hung them on a hook beside him. He also touched the boy's cold face with his warm hands:

"Stop you? Will it be useful to stop you?"

"With your personality, the more you are stopped from doing something, the more you want to go."

"It would be better for you to go and feel the temperature outside yourself and come back on your own initiative."

Wen Yinuo rubbed his face and said, "There are so many children playing outside, I didn't expect it to be so cold."

"You're comparing yourself to a kid of 11 or 12?" Fu Jincheng laughed out loud, "Forget it."

"I might not be able to stand up to kids of that age."

Wen Yinuo threw himself on the sofa:

“But I really want to go out and play in the snow.”

There is no southerner who does not yearn for snow.

In his previous life, when he was brought back by the Gu family, he was thinking about the snow in winter.

But later on…even though I could touch the snow, I never had the chance, nor the mood to play with it.

Now that he has finally changed, he doesn't want to miss the first snow he sees after his rebirth.

"How about indoors?" Fu Jincheng suggested after serious consideration, "It won't be that cold indoors."

"No." Wen Yinuo refused without even thinking, "What's fun in the room?"

"If you want to go indoors, you might as well play with what's in the refrigerator in the summer."

"There's nothing we can do about it." Fu Jincheng spread his hands, "I, your brother, can't change the weather."

"Just wait."

"Even after the weather in Yanjing warmed up, there was still snow."

It wasn't too late to go out and play then.

Before the weather turned warmer, the two waited for Fu Dazha to come.

"He's really accurate to the day." Wen Yinuo counted on his fingers, "Yesterday was the fifteenth day since I arrived in Yanjing, and today is the sixteenth day."

Not only did he come, but he also showed up early in the morning.

"This is what the humanoid antique is like." Fu Jincheng said helplessly, "I have to go out and meet him."

"Xiaobao, if you don't want to see it, then don't come out."

"Be arrogant when you come out, act like a master."

Wen Yinuo gestured "OK", watched Fu Jincheng leave, and closed the door.

Calculating the time, Wen Yinuo opened the door, turned around and came to the room where Fu Jincheng met Fu Dazha, and eavesdropped by sticking to the door.

Not curious.

I’m afraid that Fu Jincheng will be bullied by that scumbag.

With Wen Yinuo guarding outside, if Fu Dazha dares to scold his brother, he will be angry to death!

Through the door, Fu Dazha looked at Fu Jincheng who came to see him alone, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

"Are you alone?" he was surprised.

"How many does Uncle want?"

"My dad died a few years ago."

"Science Society, if you want to see your good brother, I suggest you go to the cemetery, not here."

When saying this, Fu Jincheng felt guilty for a moment.

Rebirth happened to him and Wen Yinuo...

This world doesn't seem to be that scientific.

Fu Dazha showed a loving smile:

"Jincheng, you clearly know that this is not what uncle meant."

Fu Jincheng narrowed his eyes slightly, his green eyes full of scrutiny:

"what does that mean?"

Fu Dazha looked at the closed door:

"I heard that you moved into the old house with another person on the day you came back?"

Fu Jincheng's eyes flashed with unnaturalness for a moment, and he was glad that Wen Yinuo didn't come.

"So what?" The young man looked at Fu Dazha, "Why? You're even interfering in my private affairs?"

"My father didn't ask you to take care of this, did he?"

Fu Dazha clasped his hands together and placed them on his lap, his eyes full of meaning:

"It's not a tube."

"I'm just curious, Jincheng, do you know the person you brought back--"

"The Fu family has been passed down for nearly two hundred years."

"The only people who can live in the old house are the Fu family's patriarchs and their wives?"

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Nobo: It’s okay, it’s okay. Life is like this, you will always get through it by hitting yourself in the face.