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

After taking a shower, changing clothes and drying his hair, Fu Jincheng returned to Wen Yinuo, still immersed in a sense of unreality.

He couldn't believe that he had been gone for so many years without saying a word and even changed his name, but Xiaobao didn't say a word to blame him.

Not only did she care about him and carry him back to the room from the yard, she also took the initiative to remind him to take a bath.

This makes me a thousand times happier than bringing down my third uncle before leaving!

An obvious shadow on the right side was cast on the back of his hand. Wen Yinuo looked up at the young man who was standing like a door god after washing himself, looking energetic, and kicked another chair over.

The boy's voice was indifferent, as if he was talking to a stranger he had just met: "Sit down."

Fu Jincheng didn't waste even a second, and sat down in front of Wen Yinuo with a silly smile on his face.

He was not stupid and could feel that after taking a bath, Xiaobao's attitude towards him became much more friendly.

Although I don’t know what happened in those short ten minutes, overall it was a good thing for him.

Fu Jincheng shamelessly moved himself and the bench a long distance towards Wen Yinuo, and reached out to poke the ornament that was still not in the dust box.

Fu Jincheng, who couldn't find a topic to talk about, looked at the small ornaments and started to force: "Did you buy these, Xiaobao?"

Wen Yinuo rescued the ornament that was constantly being poked by Fu Jincheng's clutches and put it into a dust cover carved with plum blossoms. His voice rose noticeably at the end:

"My sister gave it to me."

Fu Jincheng:!!!

Sister? What sister? How come he didn't know when Xiaobao had a sister?

How old is this sister? What is her family background? What is her purpose in getting close to Xiaobao?

A series of questions like these swirled in Fu Jincheng's mind, making him anxious and worried.

But he was afraid to hear Wen Yinuo say that the "sister" was more important than him, the "brother", so he didn't dare to ask.

Wen Yinuo looked through the small mirror on his left hand side, looking at Fu Jincheng, who was feeling conflicted, worried, and uneasy, and felt extremely satisfied.

That year, this man said he was going out to buy something, but he disappeared without a word, causing him and his mother to worry for a long time.

Although my mother is gone now, she is still alive.

We must make Fu Jincheng get those days back.

Under Fu Jincheng's gaze, he remained calm and composed. After assembling all the ornaments and their dust covers, he flipped through his chat history with Zhao Lingyun and opened a few pictures she had sent him later.

Comparing with the picture, Wen Yinuo accurately found the perforated board and storage rack among a pile of items separated by purpose or size.

The boy dragged a bucket, put everything that could fit in it, and held the things that couldn't fit in his hands, carrying them towards the bedroom.

Fu Jincheng followed closely behind the boy: "Give it to me, Xiaobao, I'll get it for you."

Wen Yinuo stopped, opened the bedroom door, and signaled with his eyes:

Just say two more words and I'll be there.

Fu Jincheng: ...

unwise.

He should have just brought it up directly.

After placing the things in his hands and the bucket on the table and the floor that Fu Jincheng had just wiped clean, Wen Yinuo clicked on the video sent by Zhao Lingyun, watched it once, and reached for the tools placed aside.

This time, Fu Jincheng learned his lesson. The moment the young man stretched out his hand, he grabbed the tool in his own hand at a speed that left an afterimage.

Wen Yinuo: ...

Why does it feel like his brother is not in a good mental state now?

He doesn't like this kind of physically demanding work.

If it's just him, no matter how reluctant or disliked it, I can still endure it and do it.

But now that the people who helped with the hard labor have returned, Wen Yinuo will not force himself to do it.

I went to get the tools out of pure curiosity.

His curiosity was over, and even if Fu Jincheng didn't take any action, he would still throw the matter to him.

As a result, my brother's actions made it seem like someone would snatch it from him.

"Let me do it." Fu Jincheng, who had snatched the tools, stepped forward and pushed Wen Yinuo away from the table.

Wen Yinuo stood quietly by the side, clicked on the teaching video, and handed the phone under Fu Jincheng's eyes.

The young man didn't even look at it, and waved his hand with a little complacency: "No, I've nailed something similar before."

It’s just a few boards, he can handle it with his eyes closed.

Wen Yinuo withdrew his hand silently and sat on the chair.

The boy seemed to be staring at his phone, but in fact his eyes were always on Fu Jincheng.

His intuition told him that an accident would definitely happen soon.

As expected, after watching Fu Jincheng fiddling with it left and right and knocking it more than ten times, the young man who had vowed not to watch the teaching video had red ears and stretched out his hand to him:

"Ahem...um, Xiaobao...can you show me the teaching video again?"

Wen Yinuo pretended not to know that he had been fiddling with it for a long time but had not made any progress, and looked up at him in confusion.

Fu Jincheng awkwardly dug out a castle with his toes, still stubbornly saying, "It's not that I don't know how to do it, it's been so many years, it should have been updated long ago."

“It’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.”

Wen Yinuo: ...

I haven't seen him for a few years. Apart from his poor brain, he's still as stubborn as ever.

He stretched out his hand to Fu Jincheng and said indifferently: "Cellphone."

Fu Jincheng: “…Ah?”

There is no teaching video on his phone.

Wen Yinuo couldn't remember how many times he was speechless because of Fu Jincheng in this short period of time.

"What I mean is, give me your phone and I'll send you the teaching video. Not mine." He was patient and explained as if he was talking to a mentally handicapped child, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Fu Jincheng's brain crashed for several seconds, and he quickly made an equivalent substitution formula in his mind:

Xiaobao wants his phone to send a video = needs to add him as a friend = Xiaobao takes the initiative to add his contact information.

Is there any need to hesitate? No need!

Fu Jincheng immediately opened the WeChat business card of his bed, and the light of expectation in his eyes was brighter than a light bulb.

Wen Yinuo was stunned: "...What are you doing?"

Fu Jincheng answered as if it was a matter of course: "Send the video."

"I'm not your friend, Xiaobao. If you want to upload a video, you must add me as your friend first."

Wen Yinuo: "...Is it possible, that is, there is a function called Bluetooth transmission."

Fu Jincheng, whose tail was shaking like a propeller, instantly wilted like a leek exposed to the sun, and squeezed out the word "oh" with grievance and reluctance.

I thought Xiaobao took the initiative to ask for his contact information, but it turned out to be a waste of time.

Wen Yinuo looked at the aggrieved look of the young man and saw some shadows of himself from a few years ago.

The boy laughed in his heart but didn't show it on his face. He still asked Fu Jincheng in a cold tone to turn on the Bluetooth and transfer the teaching video.

Then, when the young man had completely withdrawn his hand, he added, "Where's your business card? I'll scan it and add one."

This is not finished.

When Fu Jincheng was so happy that he lost his mind, Wen Yinuo asked another question:

"Speaking of which, brother, are you planning to stay here permanently this time, or are you going to leave in a couple of days?"