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

Zeng Guoping took a bite of his steamed bun and said, "He just happened to hit my car."

Zhang Lan rubbed his wrist: "Don't tell me that you took money from that kid."

"Yes, I accepted it." Zeng Guoping took a sip of soup and explained before his wife slapped him in the face, "But Xiao Wen insisted on giving it to me."

Zhang Lan was puzzled: "Him? He shouldn't be so polite."

There have been times when he had to help collect money before, but Wen Yinuo would never shirk his responsibility as long as he was refused.

It will just be replaced by helping with work.

Later, when Wen Jian passed away and Wen Yinuo lived alone, he never refused their kindness.

"That's what worries me!" Zeng Guoping said incoherently. "I saw him in the rearview mirror when I brought him back."

"How should I put it...Xiao Wen must have had a very hard time these past few years."

Otherwise, how could a sunny and cheerful boy who looked like a little sun when standing there become like this, without even a hint of anger?

Zhang Lan felt a little distressed, but more helpless:

"What can we do about it? Didn't we guess it a long time ago?"

When Wen Jian passed away and Wen Yinuo's biological parents came to find him, they were initially happy for Wen Yinuo, happy that the child finally had a family again and was not alone.

But when they saw his biological parents coming up to him and wanting to take him away regardless of Wen Yinuo's wishes, they knew that that family was definitely not easy to get along with.

Especially the contempt for ordinary people that is expressed unintentionally.

But at that time, the people in the entire village had no chance to speak in front of that family. They could not keep Wen Yinuo and could only watch him being taken away.

"Alas." Zeng Guoping sighed for the umpteenth time. "Looking at the kid's current state, I feel worried."

"What will he do in the future?"

"What can I do?" Zhang Lan went back to embroidering. "Just watch him."

To Wen Yinuo, they were outsiders after all and had no right to interfere.

Especially now, Wen Yinuo has definitely experienced a major change and has isolated himself.

The only thing we can do is to keep an eye on the child and rescue him if he doesn't come to his senses and wants to do something stupid one day.

Wen Yinuo didn't know that less than two hours after he returned home, someone was already worried about him.

He found the key and opened the door. As usual, he reported to Zhao Lingyun that he was safe before starting to clean up the house.

Compared with his previous life, he came back more than two years earlier in this life.

Although most of the flowers his brother gave him died, there were still two cacti that were still tenaciously alive, blooming with small pink flowers.

Wen Yinuo squatted down and gently touched Xiaohua.

The flower is completely different from the cactus itself in softness, and has a chilly feel that comes from the fingertips.

Wen Yinuo finally smiled.

"you are still alive."

"very nice."

The cactus didn't move, but the little flower moved a little.

Wen Yinuo stood up holding the two living pots of cacti and moved them to the eaves outside the room.

As for the other flowers, all of them died, leaving only a few flower pots with soil. After smashing and throwing them away, Wen Yinuo piled them in the corner of the yard and no longer cared about them.

After moving the flower pots, it's time to deal with the soil that fell on the ground.

I haven't been back for more than a year. Even though the room is unoccupied and the door is always closed, a thin layer of dust has accumulated all over it.

Wen Yinuo looked at the time and it wasn’t too late.

But if you want to finish cleaning the entire house, it will take at least four in the morning.

Remembering what Zhao Lingyun told him when he left, the boy finally decided to clean out a room for himself.

As for the rest, he was alone anyway, so let's talk about it tomorrow.

After opening the bathroom door, Wen Yinuo tried the shower first.

Surprisingly, it still works fine.

He went to the room his brother used to live in, took out an unused towel from the closet, fetched water from the bathroom with a bucket, and returned to the room where he had placed the flowers.

This is also the room where Wen Yinuo lives.

After wiping it with a dry towel for the first time, Wen Yinuo changed it to a clean towel and soaked it in water. After making sure the towel was completely wet, he picked it up and wrung it dry.

After wiping the bed, Wen Yinuo walked to the table.

There was nothing on the table, which was half the length of the wall, except dust.

Wen Yinuo couldn't help but recall the scenes of him and his brother doing homework or carving things on this table. He was in a daze for a moment, then immediately shook his head to get rid of these inappropriate thoughts and began to wipe the table neatly.

After one pass, the light walnut-colored table was clean.

The pattern engraved on it also appeared.

There were his and his brother's names, as well as drawings, or carvings of words that Wen Jian had used to cheat when he tested them.

The carving on the table has turned black, which doesn't match the light-colored table.

As for what was written and drawn on it, many of them have become blurred.

But there is one sentence that was written down and repeated more than once, and it is still clear:

Let’s stay together forever.

Wen Yinuo knew very well that this sentence was originally written by him and his brother.

Because there are three Q-version figures standing next to each other.

Even after life and death and four years, Wen Yinuo can still recall the owner of that line of handwriting and the way it looked when it was written.

Wen Jian smiled lightly, helpless yet indulgent:

"You two, without mom, right?"

"Look, I'm adding myself in there next to you!"

At that time, even if we count the last life, it was seven years before his death.

In this life, they are only four and a half years apart.

The time sounds very long, but in a normal person's life, it is only one twentieth of it.

But four and a half years was more than one-fifth of his short and poor life.

That was the only time in his last two years that he could maintain a brief moment of clarity amidst his confusion.

Even though the memory becomes blurred with the passage of time, the existence of those colors remains extremely clear.

Wen Yinuo lowered his eyes and watched his fingertips stroke the bodies of the three Q-version figures.

The mark left by the pen has no real feel when touched by human hand.

But he stabbed Wen Yinuo in the heart.

Reason tells Wen Yinuo that there is no need to be sad about the separation that will always come, but emotion makes Wen Yinuo question himself again and again, why the beautiful past shattered so quickly, why the people who said they would always be with him, left suddenly one after another without even saying goodbye to him.

The boy knew very well that he shouldn't think about it.

But under the intense emotional impact, Wen Yinuo couldn't control himself at all.

Wen Yinuo only felt that he was torn in half and his whole body was in pain.

I don't know how long I felt the pain. When I came to my senses, everything in the room, as long as it was movable, had been smashed to the ground.

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