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

It was a rare occasion that Wen Yinuo did not have dreams, but he was awakened by the pain from his past life in the dream.

He had a sound, dreamless sleep.

When I woke up, the blackout curtain was drawn in the middle and a ray of morning light was already seeping in.

The boy closed his eyes, turned over, rubbed himself against another pillow, took another nap, then sat up from the bed, rubbing his eyes.

He looked at the other dark-colored pillow that no one had slept on, pouted his lips in dissatisfaction, and muttered quietly:

"It's still more comfortable to hold a real person."

When he was young, Wen Jian held him in his arms while he slept.

When he grew older, Wen Jian became inconvenient, so his brother became the one who accompanied him.

Later, he reached an age where he no longer needed anyone to accompany him and had his own room.

But most of the time, his brother would come over to accompany him, holding a quilt and pillow.

Even on the morning of the day he disappeared without a trace, Wen Yinuo woke up in his brother's arms and bit his arm.

After being taken away by the Gu family, during the short time he lived on the second floor, he could still hug his pillow.

After being driven to the basement, the bed there was only barely big enough for one person.

In the four years since then, Wen Yinuo could no longer sleep while holding anything.

The boy thought that in four years, he had gotten rid of the habit of hugging something to fall asleep.

Who would have thought that it would be exposed on the first day back home.

But it doesn't matter. In his own home, Wen Yinuo is absolutely free.

You can do whatever you want.

The boy continued to sit on the bed with his legs crossed for nearly half an hour before he reached out and groped for the mobile phone on the bedside table.

Wen Yinuo has always been accustomed to the lowest brightness, so even in a dim room, the light from the screen is still not dazzling.

The time above is quite surprising.

7: 49.

Including the time he spent in bed, he should have woken up around six fifty.

Compared with his peers who have just taken the college entrance examination, Wen Yinuo's waking time is not normal at all.

But compared with the past, it is already a great improvement.

Wen Yinuo couldn't figure out why he could sleep well when he got home. After some brief thought, he concluded that the reason was that the Gu family was unlucky for him.

Wen Yinuo got out of bed, walked to the bed in slippers, and carefully opened the blackout curtain a little.

He couldn't see the sunrise from the direction his house was facing, but he could see a faint golden light.

After hesitating for a while, Wen Yinuo increased the gap of the blackout curtain and opened it halfway.

The early morning sunlight shines into the room, making the dim room instantly bright and warm.

Wen Yinuo changed his clothes, took out the only two loaves of bread from the suitcase, took one, opened it, and walked towards the cemetery on the back mountain while eating.

Many of his things - unfinished Suzhou embroidery, various small ornaments, or daily necessities bought directly from the Internet - are placed in the express delivery station in Wancun.

At this time, the staff at the station have not yet arrived at work.

It just so happened that he could use this time to go to the mountain to see Wen Jian.

Same road, same place, but Wen Yinuo’s state of mind is completely different from the previous life.

"Mom, long time no see." The boy knelt down in front of the tombstone, stood upright under the woman's gentle smile and gaze, and kowtowed three times respectfully, "I came to see you."

After bowing his head, the boy stood up and sat down leaning against the tombstone.

"The last time I came to see you, if we count normally, it should be one year, four months and nine days ago?" Wen Yinuo smiled casually, "If we count abnormally... then it's less than two months."

"Anyway, it's up to you, mom, to understand it."

"I don't know whether to say I'm lucky or unlucky. I was supposed to die, but when I opened my eyes, I was in the hospital."

"Mom, let me tell you, I was terribly scared at that time. I thought I was rescued by someone and taken back by the Gu family."

"But fortunately not."

Wen Jian's face had an unchanged gentle smile, which seemed to be encouragement and comfort.

"No, there is one good thing." Wen Yinuo continued, "I have nothing to do with the Gu family now!"

"I'm just myself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed twice.

Wen Yinuo looked at Wen Jian and explained, "Mom, please don't misunderstand me. I'm not sick."

"It's just that the bread was too dry, and I forgot to drink water, so I choked."

"I'll definitely remember to bring some water next time."

"But that bread tastes great. I'll pick up the package today and bring two up to you tomorrow."

After saying that, he leaned against the tombstone again.

Wen Yinuo was no longer hysterical like he was in his previous life. He calmly told Wen Jian everything he could remember.

Finally, he raised his eyes and looked at the cloudless blue sky above his head.

"In the past, I always wanted to completely separate myself from the Gu family and wanted freedom."

“Now that I’m free, I don’t know what to do.”

The young man opened his hands, feeling the cool breeze passing through his fingers, with a faint smile between his brows, which was very touching.

"But it doesn't matter." The young man said softly, as if whispering to his mother, "This time, I will listen to you, mom, and try my best to survive."

“Find something you really want to do.”

"No, my sister said it's not like that." Wen Yinuo said with some distress, "It should be, I let myself live well."

"Go help your mother see other scenery in this world."

Although this is still difficult for him now, it doesn’t matter.

He still has more than half a year before he turns eighteen.

Although, what I have experienced at this age is not good, age is good.

He is still young and there are many possibilities.

There is always time to heal yourself slowly and then see the outside world.

The wind blowing through my fingers stopped.

On the side directly facing you is the fully rising sun.

Wen Yinuo looked at the time and it was already past half past eight.

"Okay, I'll stay here with Mom today." The boy stood up and dusted off the dust on his body. "I'm going to pick up the package."

"I'll see you tomorrow morning."

Tomorrow morning, he will remember to bring a bouquet of flowers.

Humming Wen Jian's favorite song, the young man walked briskly down the mountain.

Halfway through the walk, he suddenly thought of something and took a photo of the sunrise and sent it to Zhao Lingyun who was far away in Yanjing.

I didn’t reply immediately this time.

Wen Yinuo was only disappointed for a moment, and then immediately recovered his good mood.

It was too early, and when we arrived at the express delivery station, there was no one else there.

The man standing there stared at Wen Yinuo for several seconds, then slapped his head and said, "Are you Xiao Wen?!"

Wen Yinuo, who was looking for his own parcels one by one, said: "......?"

How come there is another person who knows him but he doesn’t remember him.

"It's me! It's your junior high school classmate Fu Jinyu!" The man was very excited. "You know, we have been trying to contact you for the past few years, but we couldn't."

"I thought you found rich parents who looked down on us."

The person who spoke had no ill intentions, but Wen Yinuo felt very uncomfortable listening to it.

He pursed his lips, bit his tongue to control his trembling hands, pretended not to care, and continued to look for his things.

Fu Jinyu was a thick-skinned person and didn't notice anything wrong with him: "But that's just something I think about when my brain isn't working well."

"We all remember how that family acted so arrogantly and didn't care about your feelings at all. They took you away by force."

"Hey, are you being held captive by them?"