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

Wen Yinuo, full of doubts, left home with Fu Jincheng and went to his destination.

Looking at the mountain in front of him that was completely covered by lush green, Wen Yinuo felt even more confused.

"This is the Fu family's private cemetery." Fu Jincheng held Wen Yinuo's hand tightly and led him inside while explaining and complaining.

"Most of the people in the Fu family are mentally ill. Feudalism has been dead for many years, but they still want to add the word 'private' to everything to show how special they are."

"Chun Chun's brain is filled with tofu pudding."

"Oh, except me."

As soon as he finished speaking, before Wen Yinuo had time to respond, another old male voice was heard.

"Fu Jincheng! You have forgotten the Fu family's ancestral teachings! How dare you bring anyone to the Fu family cemetery!"

The male voice was full of obvious condescending reproach and contempt.

Wen Yinuo looked in the direction of the voice and was extremely sure that he had never seen this old man before.

But the voice is somewhat familiar.

Fu Jincheng only glanced at the old man, and changed from holding hands to hugging the waist.

When talking to Wen Yinuo, his voice would always soften, with obvious arrogance and laziness:

"Come here, Xiaobao, let me introduce you to this person, Fu Erzha."

"Although I don't really want to acknowledge him, he is indeed my second uncle in terms of blood relationship."

Fu Erzha was so angry that he leaned on his crutches and his body began to shake unsteadily.

"Fu Jincheng! Do you still have any respect for seniority?" Fu Erzha pointed his trembling hand at Fu Jincheng, "I am your elder!"

"And then?" Fu Jincheng said disapprovingly, "You bring it up every time we meet. Do you want me to prepare a coffin for you, an old man whose body is mostly buried in the ground?"

Fu Erzha was so angry that he couldn't speak. He covered his chest and gasped violently.

"Hey! Second uncle, don't try to frame me!"

"The cemetery surveillance and all your bodyguards are watching."

"I'm at least ten meters away from you."

"If you die or faint, it has nothing to do with me!"

Wen Yinuo, who had been keeping a straight face and remaining cool and serious, couldn't help but laughed out loud.

Fu Erzha was even more angry.

Thinking back to when he was born till now, even when Fu Jincheng's father was still alive, he had never suffered any injustice.

Fu Jincheng has been angry with him since the year he came back.

Now, even a few kittens and puppies that appeared out of nowhere dared to laugh at him.

It would be strange if he could endure it!

Fu Erzha moved his gaze to Wen Yinuo with trembling hands and was about to scold him.

As a result, he couldn't catch his breath and fainted.

The bodyguards were thrown into confusion.

Fu Jincheng had no intention of watching the show. He took Wen Yinuo's hand and continued walking into the cemetery.

The further he walked inside, the more Wen Yinuo could feel the luxury of the Fu family's private cemetery.

It is not the luxury that appears superficially at first glance.

You need to walk through it in person to feel the luxury of details.

To borrow Fu Jincheng's original words, one word: pretending.

The place where he and Fu Jincheng came in and met the old man was at the foot of the mountain.

From the place where I met Fu Erzha, I walked in for nearly ten minutes, passed the wooden octagonal pavilion, turned left, walked across a bridge of more than 20 meters, and finally reached the entrance of the road connecting to the mountaintop cemetery down the mountain.

Looking at the endless wooden corridor, Fu Jincheng once again had the idea of ​​razing the Fu family to ashes.

But no.

In the Fu Family Cemetery, there are buried all kinds of stubborn feudal remnants, whose feet were bound with cloth and whose mouths stink worse than canned herrings, and who died in recent years.

If we go back twenty years, we will find that there are ancestors who made real contributions to mankind or society.

The feudal remnants have been scattered, and Fu Jincheng will not have any burden.

Not others.

Alas, he should wait until he settles down and move his father and mother's graves here.

We walked along the winding wooden corridor for more than ten minutes before finally arriving at the entrance to the blue brick road leading directly to the top of the mountain.

With just one glance, Wen Yinuo was 100% sure that he most likely didn't have the physical strength to climb to the top of the mountain.

Before they had stepped onto the blue brick road and walked for two seconds, Fu Jincheng led them around a corner and went to the left.

Behind the rocks shaded by trees is a hidden elevator door.

Wen Yinuo: ...

My brother's sharp assessment is correct.

Really pretentious.

If there is an elevator, there is one. Just use it.

Why do you have to hide like a thief?

Entering the elevator, which was small and enclosed with only two people in the space, Fu Jincheng leaned on Wen Yinuo's shoulder and continued to complain about the Fu family's various sick rules.

While listening, Wen Yinuo was distracted by thinking about the purpose of Fu Jincheng bringing him here.

He had a vague guess in his mind, but he was not sure.

As the private cemetery of the Fu family, those who rest here after death will naturally only be members of the Fu family.

It was obvious that Fu Jincheng really disliked those in the Fu family who were alive now, and those who had died, whom he could call by their titles according to their seniority.

Therefore, it was definitely not the case that he brought me to the Fu Family Cemetery to pay homage to the so-called "relatives".

Apart from those relatives, Fu Jincheng inadvertently mentioned that the only people he didn't consider to be annoying were his biological parents.

This speculation was confirmed after getting out of the elevator.

"Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng held Wen Yinuo's hand tighter, "I brought you here because I want you to meet... my biological parents."

There was a rare look of confusion in Fu Jincheng's eyes.

"Although, I don't know if it's right to bring you, Xiaobao, to meet them without informing you in advance."

“But there is just this thought.”

Fu Jincheng thought about this inexplicable idea for several days but still couldn't figure it out.

"It's okay." Although his hand was hurt, Wen Yinuo didn't struggle at all, "I believe in my brother."

Always believe that Fu Jincheng has no ill will towards him.

So no matter what Fu Jincheng wants to do, Wen Yinuo will cooperate.

Fu Jincheng lowered his eyes and took Wen Yinuo's hand all the way to a tomb where the couple was buried together.

Looking at the man on the tombstone who looked 50% like Fu Jincheng, and the woman with the same green eyes, Fu Jincheng spoke again.

"When I was threatened by the old man I saw at the foot of the mountain and taken back to the Fu family, my biological father only had less than a month left to live."

"To be fair, I still have resentment towards him until now."

"If it weren't for the will he insisted on leaving, the Fu family wouldn't have come to me."

"Back then, I didn't have to be separated from you and mom."

As he spoke, Fu Jincheng laughed at himself:

"But I have to admit that the people in the Fu family are suspicious."

"Without that will, the Fu family would not take me away."

"—but it won't let me live either."