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

The assistant who was abandoned by his boss and brother early in the morning, and tortured by Lin Songan for a day, had not yet recovered from the grief, but in the evening he received a call from the person who abandoned him.

"Boss!" The assistant's tone was excited and resentful, as if he had finally found the scumbag again after being abandoned by a heartless man for many years. He started by accusing:

"I am your own brother, so just abandon me if you want to!"

"Leave me to that pervert Lin Songan!"

The speakerphone was not on, but the assistant's loud voice still made Fu Jincheng's ears hurt even through the receiver.

He held the phone a little further away, waiting patiently for his assistant to pour out all his grievances like a firecracker, before putting it back to his ear.

"Are you done?" Fu Jincheng's slightly hoarse voice seemed even more distorted as it was transmitted through the electric current.

The assistant gasped in surprise from the receiver:

"My God, Boss, you've only been gone for a short time and your voice has become so hoarse."

"Could it be that he was beaten?"

Their boss is so strong that even with a broken arm he can still knock down ten people.

Who could be the person who beat Fu Jincheng until his voice became hoarse?

Fu Jincheng: ...

He was too lazy to explain it to someone whose brain was simpler than that of a paramecium.

"I have something to entrust to you." Fu Jincheng said without a word, "Go and find out all of Xiaobao's experiences since he was fourteen."

There was a sound of something heavy falling from the other end of the call.

The assistant got up from the ground and rubbed his sore butt: "Are you really my boss?"

Fu Jincheng: "No, I'm a ghost."

"If you don't do as I say, I'll kill you tonight."

The assistant was relieved now: "Tsk, it turns out that no one has been replaced."

"Don't worry, Boss. In three days at most, all the information about your little treasure will be in front of you."

Fu Jincheng glanced sideways toward the window.

Wen Yinuo came to the sun-baked yard at some point and squatted in the northwest corner, digging something.

From his angle, he could only see the boy's furrowed brows.

After the meeting, all kinds of strange feelings came to Fu Jincheng's mind. He was very worried. Just as he was about to hang up the phone, the assistant's noisy voice came again:

"By the way, Boss, I have another question for you."

"Did you get upset or take the wrong medicine?"

"I have reminded you several times before, asking you to investigate your little treasure first. But what did you say, Boss?"

"You said I should respect him. Wait for Xiaobao to tell me himself."

"Why did you change your mind now? Were you kicked out?"

Fu Jincheng's voice was tinged with laughter: "...Anton, are you itching again?"

Anton was startled: "Boss, I am your brother! Please go easy on me!"

Fu Jincheng was not moved by family affection at all: "My cousin."

"I see you've been quite free lately. Once you've checked for me, go to Africa for a month."

Leaving this sentence, Fu Jincheng hung up the phone regardless of Anton's miserable wails.

In the small courtyard where gold scraps were scattered all over the ground, Wen Yinuo was still squatting in the northwest corner, digging the soil with a small shovel.

Fu Jincheng walked quietly behind the young man and looked down at a small pit that had been dug out.

The pit was only half the size of an adult's fist, and just revealed a corner of a light-colored pottery jar covered in mud.

Fu Jincheng always felt that the light-colored pottery jar looked familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it.

He took two steps forward and squatted down next to Wen Yinuo. He looked at the boy who was digging the soil without looking at him, and said softly:

"What is Xiaobao digging?"

Wen Yinuo didn't answer him. He stopped shoveling the soil for a moment, then started again silently and faster.

After a while, the pit, which was half the size of an adult's fist, increased several times, and a light-colored pottery jar with several cracks on its surface was completely exposed.

One of the cracks looked very strange. At first glance, it seemed that it was not a natural crack, but man-made.

The cracks started from the top of the pottery jar and spread downwards, winding several times in the middle, forming a simple flower, and then continued to extend down to the bottom of the jar.

The familiar feeling came over him again, and a picture vaguely appeared in Fu Jincheng's mind -

He and the young Wen Yinuo hid in the corner of the courtyard, and while Wen Jian was cooking in the kitchen, they hurriedly shared the cheap snacks.

Then, before Wen Jian found out, he hid the snack garbage in an old and cracked can, buried it casually, and waited to throw it away when Wen Jian went out.

They hid very well and were not discovered by Wen Jian.

But Wen Yinuo, who had a bad stomach, ate some cheap snacks and felt uncomfortable for several days. He passively exposed the fact that they were eating secretly, and was scolded by Wen Jian.

Wen Yinuo glanced at Fu Jincheng who was lost in his memories, and continued to poke the mud on the pottery jar with a small shovel.

He had no control over his strength, and when Fu Jincheng came out of his memories, what he saw was a jar with several more cracks on it that looked like it could break into pieces at any time.

Seeing the jar representing their past being poked and about to break at any time, Fu Jincheng's heart stopped for a moment.

It’s not his fault for thinking too much, Wen Yinuo’s behavior is really too unbelievable.

Fu Jincheng was very afraid that the boy's seemingly innocent action of smashing the pottery jar was actually an attempt to give up and deny his past memories.

But Fu Jincheng didn't have the courage to take the pottery jar from Wen Yinuo's hand.

He could only ask worriedly, "Why did Xiaobao suddenly think of digging out this jar?"

Wen Yinuo looked at him strangely, lifted the jar to the ground with the shovel in his hand, filled the hole, and then answered Fu Jincheng:

"I want to dig."

Not so much why.

It was just that when he saw Fu Jincheng, he remembered that he had hidden food in a pottery jar before, so he suddenly wanted to see if the pottery jar was still there, so he came to dig.

After digging out a head and hearing Fu Jincheng asking what was buried in the ground, Wen Yinuo wanted to smash the jar.

As for why he didn’t knock in the end…it was Fu Jincheng who forgot what happened in the past.

He was angry and wanted to vent, and the person he wanted to hit was Fu Jincheng, so there was no need to vent his anger on an innocent jar.

Fu Jin was speechless after the unexpected answer. He smiled awkwardly and followed the young man into the house.