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

Wen Jian’s words came true.

In three years, Wen Yinuo's personality has been completely influenced by Wen Cheng.

The quiet child who had just returned home for half a year seemed like just a dream that Wen Jian had.

The only thing that still comforted Wen Jian was.

Although Wen Yinuo's personality is closer to Wen Cheng, his interests and hobbies have not changed much.

Just like at the beginning, I like things to be quiet and done by myself.

Since I was eight years old, I have repeatedly confirmed that if I really want to learn Suzhou embroidery, I will take out an hour to study it every day no matter how busy I am.

From the most basic color identification, design, and drafting... to the more difficult color matching and silk separation...

Many adults get impatient and can’t persist with the complicated steps after two days of learning, but Wen Yinuo practiced them one after another and never gave up every day.

...Of course, when practicing, it would be better if the other person named Wen Cheng didn't make any noise around.

Nian Wen Chengren will arrive soon.

Three years have passed, and Wen Cheng, who has grown taller than Wen Jian, is still as silly as ever in front of his family.

"Mom! Xiaobao and I are back from fishing!"

Wen Jiandan covered his face with his hands and looked at his whole body through his fingers. Wen Cheng, who was holding a bucket in each hand and was covered in mud, walked back barefoot. He couldn't bear to look at him and closed his eyes.

It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, she comforted herself in her heart.

Xiaobao hasn't arrived yet.

Xiaobao will definitely not be as dirty as his brother, as if he has rolled in the mud.

A few seconds later, Wen Yinuo's voice also came from outside the courtyard gate.

"Mom! I'm back!"

Wen Jian removed his hands from his face and looked at the other clean cub with excitement.

When Wen Jian saw the shoes held in Wen Yinuo's left and right hands, his smile froze.

Moving further down, he saw Wen Yinuo's bare feet, and a crack appeared on his frozen expression.

After taking several deep breaths, Wen Jian still couldn't calm down.

"You two." She tried her best to keep her tone from sounding angry. "Now, immediately, right now!"

"Go take a shower!"

Wen Yinuo hid behind Wen Cheng and made faces at his angry mother.

Wen Jian: “…Wen Yinuo!”

Seeing that the situation was not good, Wen Cheng pulled Wen Yinuo and ran away.

Two buckets filled with seafood picked up from the beach and two pairs of shoes covered in mud and sand were just thrown in front of the yard gate.

According to the agreement, Wen Jian could just pretend he didn't see anything and wait for the two troublesome kids to come out of the bath and then clean up the mess himself.

But the two big red buckets and two pairs of equally bright-colored shoes covered in mud, placed at the gate of the yard, really didn't match her elegant little courtyard.

And it is very unsightly.

Wen Jian couldn't bear to watch it any longer.

He put the book down and, cursing, put the two buckets and two pairs of shoes out of sight in the yard.

Well, it looks much more comfortable this way.

After taking a bath, the two new babies turned into factory babies again. They came to Wen Jian's side, wiped their hair, and stood on his left and right.

"Mom, what are you looking at?" Wen Cheng came closer with a wink.

Wen Jian closed the book with a snap:

"What are you looking at?"

"Let me see how to commit the perfect crime and make you two tease me every day."

Wen Cheng laughed and leaned over: "Mom, please stop teasing us every time."

"Xiaobao and I both know that you love us so much, you will definitely not want to let us go."

Wen Jian elbowed him:

"Okay, okay, I admit I can't bear to do that."

"Get away from me now."

"I'm annoyed when I see you two now."

Wen Chengyuan rolled to Wen Yinuo's side and reached out to put his hand on his shoulder.

Wen Yinuo, who had just stood still and was drying his hair, took a small step to the left and tilted his head to look at Wen Jian.

"Mom, where are my brother's and my buckets and shoes?"

Wen Cheng, who almost fell, came to his senses at this time.

Yeah, where did his bucket and shoes go?

"It was thrown outside the yard." Wen Jian stood up and stretched, "I don't even want to say anything about you two. You always make it so dirty."

She looked at other children and adults and they were not like that.

Wen Yinuo and Wen Cheng looked at each other and kept silent in tacit understanding.

I can't admit that the reason I'm always so dirty is because after picking up the things I want, I go and make trouble with other peers, right?

Although Wen Jian would not skin them alive, they would have to endure his nagging for at least half a month.

"Hmm?" Seeing the two children silent, Wen Jian immediately became alert, "You two, are you hiding something from me?"

"No, no! How is that possible!" Wen Cheng said without hesitation, "How could we possibly hide this from our dear mother?"

Wen Jian smiled coldly:

"is it?"

"I remember that you once paid someone to attend a parent-teacher conference."

Wen Cheng is very shameless and puts the blame on his age:

"Oh, I was young at that time."

"I certainly won't now!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Wen Yinuo echoed from the side, "Brother definitely won't do that now!"

It would have been fine if he didn't interrupt, but when he did, Wen Jian became even angrier.

"How good are you, you little bastard?" Wen Jian rolled his eyes at him. "If it weren't for the parents' meeting, I wouldn't have known about it."

"You asked Wen Cheng to forge my signature for most of the semester."

Wen Yinuo originally wanted to follow Wen Cheng's example and put the blame on his young age.

But suddenly I realized that I am less than ten years old now.

It is impossible to estimate age.

Good brothers fly away when disaster strikes.

"I learned it from my brother." Wen Yinuo didn't hesitate for a second and pointed at Wen Cheng, "He said it was okay."

Wen Cheng was about to hit him:

"Okay! Who said they didn't want to write at home?"

Wen Yinuo didn't dodge at all.

He knew that Wen Cheng would never really do anything to him.

Wen Jian looked at the two fighting children, and a smile broke out on his deliberately stern face.

"Alright, alright." She stood up, put her hair back, put away her chair and book, "You two should stop acting in front of me."

"I don't know you two yet? You're just trying to change the subject so I can't continue asking questions."

Even though their poor acting skills were exposed, the two children were not in a hurry.

Wen Yinuo tried to please him: "Then mom, are you still asking?"

"If I ask you two, will you tell me?" Wen Jian said unhappily.

Do these two guys think she is a fool?

After so many years from childhood to adulthood, haven't there been enough cases of covering up for each other and hiding this and that?

It's just that Wen Cheng and Wen Yinuo are both very sensible and know how to handle things just right. They won't really cause anything big that she can't handle, so Wen Jian has been turning a blind eye.

"That's definitely not the case." Wen Cheng said sincerely, "So, I think you should stop asking, mom."

He won't tell you even if you kill him.

Wen Jian had no intention of digging into the matter.

"Do you two think I'm idle?" Wen Jian put down the book and chair in his hand and walked towards the kitchen wearing an apron.

"Get out there right now and bring in the contents of the two buckets to make dinner."

"Eat early and go to bed early."

"Because someone will oversleep and be late for school and call me."