He walks the career path in Shurachang

It was late at night, the clouds in the night sky dispersed, and the bright starlight sprinkled gently on the earth.

The New Year's fireworks gradually stopped, and Wen's Manor was shrouded in silence again.

Wen Ranran and Wen Shengqi were driven back to their room to sleep. Before going upstairs, they winked at Shang Heng and his elder brother with a smirk on their faces, and they were planning some bad idea.

For a moment, Wen Ruiyun and Shang Heng were the only ones left in the huge villa who were chatting happily, and they were not sleepy yet.

The night wind is blowing, and there is a narrow path in the garden covered with cobblestones, and the light yellow street lamps illuminate the winding path one after another.

Wen Ruiyun put on a coat and walked side by side with Shang Heng on the cobblestone road to digest food after eating late at night.

It was extremely quiet all around, only the regular footsteps of the two of them and the deep chatter and laughter.

Shang Heng was drunk and fell asleep for a few hours at night, and he didn't feel sleepy at the moment. He looked at the dark front of the path, and said with a smile: "Mr. Wen is not sleeping yet, where are you taking me?"

"Usually it's time to rest at this time, but tonight is different." Wen Ruiyun's side face was softened by the orange light of the street lamp, leaving Shang Heng with a three-dimensional and elegant silhouette.

Shang Heng joked: "What's the difference? Could it be that you specially accompany me?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled when he heard the words, but did not answer. Instead, he pointed to a huge tree like an umbrella in front of him: "Here we are."

Shang Heng squinted his eyes and saw that under the hazy moonlight, the shadows of the tree branches swayed in the wind. The thick tree trunk, which can only be embraced by three or four adults, climbed a spiral wooden staircase that could be climbed by one person.

At the top of the trunk, a tree house erected in the air between the branches can be vaguely seen.

Shang Heng suddenly became interested: "Is this Mr. Wen's 'Secret Garden'?"

"Go up and see?"

Shang Heng nodded, a gust of north wind rolled down a few dead leaves from the treetops, he sneezed immediately, Wen Ruiyun took off his coat and put it on his back naturally.

The warmth of body temperature dispelled the cold air around him, Shang Heng was taken aback, and when he looked up, Wen Ruiyun had already stepped up the steps leading to the tree house first.

"Let's go, what are you thinking?"

The tree house has been around for some years, and the wooden stairs creaked when you stepped on them, and the width became narrower as you went up.

Shang Heng supported the rough tree trunk and climbed up with his head buried. When he reached the top of the tree trunk, the night wind was getting stronger, and the surrounding branches and leaves were swaying and making rustling sounds.

A hand was stretched out in front of him suddenly, Shang Heng raised his eyes, Wen Ruiyun gently held his hand: "It's high here, be careful not to fall."

Shang Heng pursed his lips, imagining that he would tease a few words at ordinary times, but he didn't say anything when the words came to his lips, letting the man pull him, and easily walked over the last few stairs and onto the small platform of the tree house.

If it is daytime, the platform in front of the tree house has a wide view, and you can overlook the entire back garden. The moonlight is quiet now, and the mottled halo falling through the layers of leaves falls on the feet, which is not elegant.

"It's windy outside, come in." Wen Ruiyun entered the room and turned on the light, the warm orange light illuminated the room clearly.

Shang Heng was the first to see a row of wooden bookcases. The books on the shelves were all protected by exquisite book boxes, which were dust-proof and moisture-proof. From children's books, popular science magazines, science fiction novels to world famous books, there were a wide variety of idle books, except Tangtang. Professional books that group presidents should read.

On the other side, he was even more tongue-tied, there was actually a row of plush toys, ranging from dog pillows to small felt dolls, and there was even a sewing kit in the corner.

There is a single bed against the wall in the tree house, covered with a snow-white and soft fox fur, a stuffed eagle head on the wall, and a pair of old-fashioned long pipes hanging below.

A wooden recliner next to the floor lamp, next to the bookcase, is obviously the place where Wen Ruiyun used to sit and read books.

The furnishings in the study are spotless, but there are almost no traces of life. It seems that no one has been here for a long time except for the cleaning servants.

Shang Heng was about to laugh at him, but Wen Ruiyun pointed at the top of his head.

He looked up, and held his breath for a moment—the roof of the study was actually made of transparent glass, and the starlight of the night, which was dark and dark, directly reflected into his eyes through the glass, as if in a trance, as if he was in a wilderness covered with sky and ground among.

"I didn't expect Mr. Wen to hide such a childlike place."

Shang Heng touched the plush doll on the doll stand with great interest, took out the felt fox that Wen Ranran gave him from his pocket, and shook it: "Could this be your masterpiece too?"

Shang Heng couldn't help laughing when he thought of the dignified leader of Tianhe Group, turning on the lamp at night, sewing a blanket with a serious face.

Wen Ruiyun was silent for a moment, but did not refute. After a while, he said slowly: "Actually, I haven't touched these things for many years, but Ran Ran's work is too ugly, I can't stand it..."

Shang Heng: "..." What if it's even more ridiculous?

The embarrassment was only for a moment, and Wen Ruiyun was not too embarrassed. Seeing Shang Heng trying hard to keep his face sullen, he shook his head with a tolerant smile: "You can laugh if you want to. Before I was ten years old, I spent most of my time here."

"No way? The eldest son of a wealthy family like you shouldn't receive an elite education from an early age so that he can inherit the family business in the future?"

Shang Heng walked around the small hut curiously. The space here is limited, and there are quite a lot of messy gadgets. There is even an acoustic guitar behind the door of the wooden hut!

He pushed the wooden door close, and reached out to take the guitar down. Unexpectedly, the wooden guitar slammed heavily on the door lock knob, and there was a slight clicking sound. The door was closed tightly. Shang Heng tried to turn it, but it couldn't be opened.

"what happened?"

Wen Ruiyun's eyes were strange, a little surprised, and he laughed: "I forgot, if this door is locked, you must use a key to open it. I haven't been here for many years. The key is with the housekeeper."

Shang Heng pursed his lips, remembering that Wen Ranran said before that he wanted to change his mobile phone with a hand-painted case, took it away and forgot to return it.

"What should I do?"

In that room, Wen Ruiyun had already sat down on the edge of the small bed, and said: "Then we can only make do with it for one night, and when the housekeeper finds us not there when delivering breakfast tomorrow morning, he will come to look for us."

Shang Heng tried for a long time but couldn't open the door, so he sat down on the recliner, stared at the single bed, and said quietly: "Mr. Wen, you won't let the guests sleep on the recliner, right?"

Wen Ruiyun smiled slowly, and patted the vacant space beside him: "If you don't mind, you can come up and squeeze."

Shang Heng raised his eyebrows, and began to search for Wen Ruiyun's little secret hidden in the tree house like a treasure hunter: "Mr. Wen hasn't answered me yet, why did he live in such a place when he was a child? There are so many plush toys?"

Wen Ruiyun watched his rummaging and searching gently, without getting angry, and said lightly:

"My mother passed away when I was three years old. Later, my father remarried and married his second wife. She felt that I was a threat and hoped that I could always indulge in fun, so she let me live here."

Shang Heng was taken aback, and frowned: "Do your father and your grandfather not care?"

"My father refused to agree to the marriage that my grandfather had set, and insisted on finding his true love and freedom."

The corner of Wen Ruiyun's mouth curled into a trace of mockery:

"My mother is a daughter of an ordinary family with no background. Grandpa didn't like her at all. She thought that marrying into a wealthy family would make her fly high, but my father was an out-and-out jerk. Cheating, claiming to be a lover is true love, my mother suffered from a serious illness after giving birth, and died three years later."

When he said this, his tone was calm, as if he was evaluating something that had nothing to do with him.

Shang Heng stopped thinking about treasure hunting, returned to the recliner and sat down: "Then Ran Ran and Sheng Qi are...?"

Wen Ruiyun nodded, without any intention of hiding: "They and I are half brothers and sisters."

"and after?"

Wen Ruiyun leaned against the head of the bed, lying on the snow-white fox fur, staring at the stars at night through the glass roof:

"His second wife was born as a dancer, with a paranoid personality. She took my father very seriously, and later gave birth to Ran Ran and Sheng Qi."

"But Jiangshan is easy to change and his nature is hard to change. It didn't take long for my father to find a third true love again. One can imagine how crazy the second wife will be."

"She became hysterical. Sometimes she resented me, and sometimes she blamed Ran Ran and Sheng Qi for being useless. At that time, the three of us were young, my husband didn't come home, and my grandfather didn't live here. She was the only hostess in the family and often abused her. We, none of the servants dare to speak up."

"When she went crazy, I took Ran Ran and Sheng Qi and locked myself in the tree house in order to obtain a little peace and shelter."

"Later, grandpa learned of what they had done. He came to pick us up in person, abolished father's status as the heir, and kicked him out of the house. Seeing this, the other uncles in the house threw themselves into trouble."

"Grandpa is old and in poor health. They don't pay attention to me, a child under ten years old. From then on, I understand that the only person in the world I can rely on is myself."

Wen Ruiyun slowly moved to the bookshelf, fingered the books that had been sealed for many years, and smiled: "Ran Ran and Sheng Qi always cried when they were young, so I read story books to them and learned to make plush toys to amuse them."

"You really hurt them."

Wen Ruiyun said softly: "In my heart, both my father and my mother have passed away. Except for my grandfather, the two of them are the only relatives I have left in this world. Only by looking at them can I feel the need and the value of existence."

Shang Heng rarely focused on being a listener, stared at him, and smiled: "Mr. Wen has the demeanor of an elder brother being a father at a young age."

He took the wooden guitar from Shang Heng, sat down beside the small bed, and gently plucked the strings. The guitar was old, but the sound was still crisp.

Wen Ruiyun's eyes were lowered, and after listening to Shang Heng's words, his expression was dull, but his eyes were still deep, falling out of focus on a certain point in the void, and a very faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:

"Actually, when I was young, I occasionally wanted to cry, but I knew that no one would come to comfort me."

Shang Heng was slightly shocked when he heard the words, and opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

Suddenly, he remembered that at the charity dinner a long time ago, he and Gu Lin eavesdropped on the siblings' conversation on the balcony. Wen Ranran's outrageous words turned out to be true.

Wen Ruiyun has never loved anyone, and has never been loved by anyone. Family is what he desires most in this world but is out of reach.

He can regard his marriage as a weight of interest and marry a well-matched person.

Once he regards that person as a family member, he will try his best to protect him from wind and rain, and give everything without reservation, just like the original writing.

Wen Ruiyun looked at Shang Heng's dazed expression, and suddenly thought of something: "Sorry, did you miss your adoptive parents? Don't worry, I've already taken care of that irresponsible father for you, and they won't come to harass you anymore .”

Shang Heng was taken aback again, not knowing that there was something behind this, no wonder his adoptive father was willing to contact Rong Zhi to terminate the relationship.

He frowned: "Why do these for me?"

Wen Ruiyun sighed: "Sometimes I feel that we are very similar. I can't bear to see you suffer from the suffering and injustice I suffered when I was young."

Shang Heng looked at him for a while, then suddenly asked: "If I hadn't locked the door just now, you would have locked it anyway, right?"

Wen Ruiyun was slightly surprised and then gave a deep smile: "Didn't you say I am a gentleman? How could a gentleman do such a thing?"

Shang Heng put his arms on the back of his head, lay down and hummed: "You are such a rigorous person, I don't believe that you don't have a key or a mobile phone."

Wen Ruiyun was silent for a few breaths, took out a key from his pocket, and then, meeting Shang Heng's surprised eyes, threw the key out through the gap in the wooden fence of the window.

He smiled without showing his teeth: "Okay, now I really don't have a key."

Shang Heng: "???"

Wen Ruiyun was amused by his expression, and his chest trembled slightly: "Are you angry?"

Shang Heng squinted at him, pursed his lips and remained silent.

Wen Ruiyun held up the acoustic guitar, his fingers were slender, with distinct joints, and when he was sitting under the starry sky and plucking the strings, he stared intently at Shang Heng and chuckled: "Don't be angry, I'll play the piano to coax you, okay?"

Shang Heng didn't know which word poked him dry, and he was angry and funny: "You want to find someone to listen to, but I won't run away."

Wen Ruiyun shook his head slowly, and the soothing tune flowed out from his fingers. He hadn't played it for many years, so he was a little unfamiliar.

"I just want you to accompany me, today—"

He paused slightly: "It's my birthday."