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

Wen Yinuo tried hard to recall for several minutes, but still couldn't find the man in front of him who might be familiar to him.

"I'm sorry." He remained polite, "I don't think I've seen you before."

The man looked a little embarrassed. After a few minutes, he sighed and gritted his teeth and said:

"Just...I used to live next to Aunt Wen's house."

"After that ungrateful bastard of yours disappeared without a word, I brought back everything Aunt Wen wanted while you were in school."

Wen Yinuo had a vague impression in his mind, but he still couldn't match him with the person in front of him.

"Oh... Ergou!" The man said the name in a trembling voice, "But now no one calls him that, just his name."

Zeng Guoping.

Wen Yinuo now remembered everything completely.

He looked in the rearview mirror at the man who was several shades whiter than before, but also much taller horizontally. He pursed his lips and said:

"I remember... Brother Zeng Guoping, you weren't this... plump before."

Zeng Guoping's mouth twitched: "...Isn't this because I'm middle-aged and fat?"

"Normal, normal."

Wen Yinuo thought that he was not even thirty years old, so he was not middle-aged at all.

Seeing the embarrassment on Zeng Guoping's face, he tactfully took back his words.

Seeing that Wen Yinuo didn't ask any more questions, Zeng Guoping breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, now you know who I am, you are not afraid anymore, right?"

Wen Yinuo nodded imperceptibly.

Zeng Guoping added: "The car hasn't gone far yet, take out your phone and change the location."

"It's the hotel not far ahead. When the time comes, the platform will only deduct ten yuan from the bill."

Wen Yinuo didn't move.

Zeng Guoping glanced at him in the rearview mirror: "Why? Do you look down on your brother Guoping?"

Wen Yinuo shook his head: "No."

He just felt that there was no deep friendship between the two of them, and if the address was changed, it would be like taking him home from the airport for free.

He...is not used to it.

In recent years, Zeng Guoping has been doing business with the villagers and has dealt with all kinds of people. He can tell at a glance what the child in the back seat is thinking.

He couldn't help but think of the past, when Wen Jian was still alive and Wen Yinuo hadn't been taken away.

He was a fair and tender child at that time, so cheerful.

When I have time, I teach the elderly in the village to read and help children with their homework for free.

Wherever there is food, I will come just by smelling it.

The villagers were happy to see him and indulged him.

How come in less than two years, he has become like a floating soul?

Zeng Guoping really wanted to ask him if he was being bullied, but he couldn't bring himself to say it out loud.

After a moment of silence, he softened his voice and said, "Boy, don't think I can't tell what you're thinking."

"Yes. We haven't seen each other for almost two years. It's normal to feel a bit unfamiliar."

"But I'm not looking at you, I'm looking at Aunt Wen's face. If it weren't for her, how could I be where I am today?"

“I was originally going back to Bay Village, and taking the order was just a convenience.

"This is just a handy thing. If I still accept money from Aunt Wen's child, am I still a human being?"

Wen Yinuo said nothing.

Although Zeng Guoping spoke from his heart, the young man, who had been in Yanjing for so long and had never received any kindness except from Zhao Lingyun, still couldn't let go of the conditioned suspicion in his heart.

Seeing that he still refused, Zeng Guoping sighed and didn't try to persuade him any further.

I just secretly decided to use the money from this order to buy something and give it to Wen Yinuo.

His parents died in an accident when he was very young and he grew up alone, so he can understand how difficult it was for Wen Yinuo.

The car sped along the coastal highway. After driving halfway, Zeng Guoping secretly glanced at Wen Yinuo in the rearview mirror again.

He no longer lowered his head, but just stared at the receding sea outside the car window without blinking.

Zeng Guoping's heart suddenly jumped.

He retracted his gaze and deliberately yawned loudly:

"Oh, no, no, I'm really a little sleepy."

"It really took a whole day and night."

Wen Yinuo turned his gaze back stiffly.

The boy's mind was still immersed in the memories brought up by Zeng Guoping's words. He always felt that there was something wrong with his words, but he couldn't figure it out.

"Come on, Xiao Wen, talk to me, your brother."

"Don't be too bored by then, we're both stuck here."

Wen Yinuo pursed his lips: "I don't know what to say."

Zeng Guoping almost couldn't answer: "Tell... tell me what you saw in the capital!"

"You know, I haven't left Qiongzhou yet."

He thought these words would spark a conversation between the two of them, but when he looked back in the rearview mirror, Wen Yinuo was visibly even more withdrawn.

Zeng Guoping: …

It’s really hard to guess what young people are thinking nowadays.

"Ahem, forget it. I don't want to listen to your brother either."

"Otherwise, when I have money and go out to play, I'll find that I've heard of everything and the novelty is gone. That's not good."

"Hey, why don't you tell me why you came back?"

Wen Yinuo's hand on his thigh suddenly tightened, leaving marks on the flesh of his leg through his pants.

Zeng Guoping almost slipped the steering wheel.

Oh my God, what landmine has he stepped on again?

It seems that letting the child speak for himself is not feasible.

"Well, how about this? You haven't been back for a long time. I'll tell you about the changes in Wan Village over the past year or so?" Zeng Guoping changed the topic again, "I'll tell you, Wan Village has changed a lot."

This time, Wen Yinuo was obviously relaxed.

Zeng Guoping also breathed a sigh of relief.

It was a close call, it almost made things worse.

During the rest of the journey, Zeng Guoping kept talking and occasionally looked at the boy in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

Wen Yinuo remained silent most of the time, only uttering a syllable from time to time as a response.

Finally returning to Wan Village, Zeng Guoping sent Wen Yinuo to his doorstep.

He watched Wen Yinuo silently dragging the suitcase into the house, and he still felt uneasy.

"Hey! Xiao Wen, wait a moment!" Zeng Guoping shouted.

Wen Yinuo stopped and looked back: "Hmm? Anything else?"

Zeng Guoping's voice was a little unnatural: "Ahem, it's so late now, and you only have so little stuff with you."

"How about staying at my house for a night?"

Wen Yinuo refused: "Thank you, but no thanks."

He just wanted to be where he was with his mother.

Zeng Guoping had no choice but to return home with worry.

When he got home, Zhang Lan saw that he was very sad, as if his money had been stolen. She asked curiously, "What happened? Was your money stolen again?"

"It's okay. The amount stolen will be deducted from your pocket money."

Zeng Guoping: “…Not this time.”

"I'm just worried about Xiao Wen."

Zhang Lan: "Hmm? Who?"

"There is only one family with the surname Wen in our village."

Zhang Lan remembered.

"Wasn't he taken away more than a year ago? Is he back?"

Zeng Guoping nodded.

Zhang Lan stood up from the half-finished embroidery of two carps and said, "Xiao Wen is back. I have to go take a good look at him."

"No, wait, how did you know that?"

She was at home all day and didn't see him. How did this person know?