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

Spring goes and autumn comes, winter comes and summer goes, and three years have passed in a flash.

During the summer vacation after the college entrance examination, Wen Yinuo had only relaxed for less than a month before he was asked by Wen Jian to help.

"Look, let's get started." Wen Jian rolled up his sleeves, "We need to pack these things today and send them to Yanjing."

Wen Yinuo held the box in confusion: "Why send it there?"

Wen Jian glared at him unhappily: "I think you've been playing for a month and have made yourself stupid."

"Have you forgotten that the school you applied to is in Yanjing?"

"It's in Yanjing." Wen Yinuo lay on the chair, "But what does that have to do with you, mom?"

"You don't have to go."

"Who said I won't go." Wen Jian put his hands on his hips, "I still plan to go with you."

"The house has been bought."

"It's right next to your school."

Wen Yinuo: “…Ah?”

"No, Mom, wait for me, I'm going to check something."

More than ten seconds later, Wen Yinuo fell into deep thought as he looked at the house price that was close to six figures.

"Mom." The boy looked seriously at his mother who was packing again, "We are so rich. Otherwise, I will just give up this school."

"Just buy a few more houses and rent them out, and save yourself 30 years of detour."

Wen Jian snapped his fingers together, his joints crackling. "Wen Yinuo, can you say it again?"

Wen Yinuo stood up instantly and started to work:

"Hey! Mom, give me that thing! I'll wrap it up!"

He obviously didn't dare to continue the topic he was joking about before.

Wen Jian cursed with a smile, then threw what he wanted over.

The two of them spent an entire afternoon packing before they finally finished packing everything they wanted to take away.

Wen Yinuo looked at the room full of packages and felt inexplicably depressed.

"Mom, are we not coming back this time?"

What if they don’t come back, and what if Wen Cheng can’t find his home when he comes back?

"What are you thinking about?" Wen Jian dragged out a box, "I will definitely come back."

"You will only live in Yanjing during your school years. You will come back after the holidays."

"After all, this is our and Dabao's home."

Wen Yinuo's depressed mood was instantly swept away.

"Yes, I will come back."

This is their forever home.

*

After packing up that day, Wen Jian went to the village chief's house that evening to give him the key. The next day, the mother and son flew directly from Qiongzhou to Yanjing.

Wen Jian originally thought that Wen Yinuo hadn't been to Yanjing for more than ten years, so he took him to have some fun in this city which was half his hometown.

As a result, Wen Yinuo refused to go out and stayed at home for two months.

Even on the first day of school, Wen Yinuo was very reluctant and was dragged by Wen Jian to go to school.

"I deeply feel that coming to school here is a failure in my life." Feeling the scorching sun and bad air, Wen Yinuo sighed sadly, "If I had known this would happen, I would have just stayed at home."

"If you dare to stay at home, I will break your legs and send you to the hospital."

Wen Jian pushed the person.

"Mom! Can you please have a sense of humor?" Wen Yinuo defended, "I was joking, seriously!"

If Wen Cheng wasn't there, Wen Jian really wanted to scold this kid.

He didn't learn much good stuff, but he did learn a lot of nonsense from Wen Cheng.

Little did they know that at this moment, Wen Cheng, whom they were thinking about, was in a low-key black car less than ten meters away.

"Boss, what are you hiding here for?" Anton came closer with a sly look in his eyes. "Open the car door and get in to meet me!"

"Don't be scared!"

Fu Jincheng looked at him coldly and opened the car door.

Anton's eyes lit up with joy:

"Boss, you finally figured it out! I advise you..."

"Get out." Fu Jincheng pointed to the car door.

Anton: “Ah?”

"You, get out of here right now, right now!"

Anton was dumbfounded: "No, Boss, isn't it your turn to go out?"

Why did it become him?

"I won't appear in front of Mom and Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng lowered his eyes, his eyelashes covering the deepness in his emerald green pupils, "At least not now."

Now, he shouldn't, can't, and dare not appear in front of his two relatives.

It was not only because the remnant forces of his two uncles had not been completely dealt with, but also because they left without saying a word.

Over the past few years, Fu Jincheng never dared to think about what kind of image he would have in the eyes of Wen Yinuo, Wen Jian, and the villagers in Wan Village whom he saw every day after leaving without saying goodbye.

And the hidden worries that have been popping up in my heart since the second year after I left and have never been resolved.

Under the threat of Fu Jincheng's gaze that "If you don't get off, I'll make you cosplay as the Sunny Day Doll", Anton got out of the car in frustration and kicked a stone pillar on the side of the road.

This kick caused Anton to scream, attracting the attention of everyone who could hear it.

Fu Jincheng: ...

"Get up here!"

Anton, who was wailing while holding his leg, only remembered the food but not the beating. He happily responded and got into the car quickly.

The car doors closed and the windows went up.

Anton fastened his seat belt and continued to rub his feet with a grimace.

"Boss, are you leaving now? Are you not going to come back to see me?"

"No need." Fu Jincheng said in a normal voice, "I promised the principal before that I would give a speech as a donor this time."

Anton paused: "...Ah?"

"Boss, aren't you too scared to meet him in person?"

"Your guy is also a student of this school. If you go on stage, you will definitely be recognized."

Fu Jincheng remained silent and walked all the way to the school and parked the car.

I looked up at the rearview mirror and saw that I looked 50% similar to when I left home, but my temperament was completely different. I smiled bitterly.

"Will not."

"Xiaobao couldn't recognize me."

Even if my seventeen-year-old self were standing in front of me, I might not be able to recognize him.

The next day.

Wen Yinuo, who was not so eager to attend a large gathering, was pulled out of bed by Wen Jian early in the morning, stuffed into the car, and sent to school, where he was hidden among the freshmen.

While other students were happy and excited, he just felt tired.

No one would be in a good mood if they were reminded of something so early in the morning before waking up.

The school leaders on the stage gave speeches that were full of passion and livened up the atmosphere.

Wen Yinuo was so tired that he began to feel sleepy.

Three words filled my mind:

Want sleep.

I miss his bed and his air conditioner.

After the school leader finished speaking, he suddenly mentioned another person.

A completely unfamiliar name——

Fu Jincheng.

Wen Yinuo himself couldn't understand why at this moment he raised his head and looked in the direction where the sound came from.

I saw a very familiar figure.