The growth strategy of the emperor who wears books

"One month..." Wen Jue's tone was full of ups and downs, "During this time, have you been wandering outside?"

Yin Wujiu turned his head to look out of the window, after a long while, he said lightly: "Compared to the battlefield before, this is nothing."

When he mentioned the incident on the battlefield, Wen Jue's heart became even more complicated.

Wen Jue always remembers that Yin Wujiu was still a childish child when he first joined the army, and he personally sent him away.

He lied to him that he would accompany him, but in fact, he used another identity to make things difficult for him.

Wen Jue himself has been on the battlefield, and he knows how dangerous and difficult that place is. Compared with the days of sleeping in the wind and rain, fighting in blood, and wearing his head on the waistband of the battlefield, wandering does seem a bit ignorant, but , This kind of life should not be lived by a child who is only eighteen!

"No fault, I'm sorry." Thinking of the past, Wen Jue's heart was filled with indescribable guilt, but thousands of words converged on his lips, but they only turned into this almost pale apology.

Yin Wujiu's hands on his knees unconsciously clenched into fists, but the lines of that tense face gradually softened, like ice and snow that met the summer sun, the moment it melted was amazing and fascinated.

The car stopped at the cemetery, Wen Jue negotiated with the driver, saying that he would find a place to wait for extra money, he originally wanted Yin Wujiu to wait for him in the car, but Yin Wujiu said he would go with him, Wen Jue Jue thought about it and agreed.

So, under the threat of the young man's cold tone, Professor Wen sat in the wheelchair again "weakly".

The price of the land in this cemetery is not cheap, and the environment is naturally very good. Looking around, the ground is either covered with fine-quality marble, or green, artificially planted lawn. The trick is above, and you can move forward unimpeded.

After walking for a while, Yin Wujiu saw that the burial ceremony was being held in the distance, so he asked Wen Jue, "Is it there?"

"En." Wen Jue responded lightly.

Yin Wujiu said again: "Who died?"

Wen Jue paused: "My father."

Yin Wujiu didn't expect such an answer, he didn't know how to react for a while.

Wen Jue said: "As we get older, there will be a day, let's go there."

Yin Wujiu then continued to push Wen Jue to that side, he possessed internal strength and five senses were sensitive, even if he kept a distance, he could hear those people's words clearly.

"When will this come, why don't people come?"

"Yeah, this time is coming soon, it will be unlucky if you miss it."

When everyone glanced at me and said a word, they almost wrote the word "dissatisfaction" in bold on their faces.

A middle-aged woman in a black cheongsam listened to their conversation, the corners of her mouth curled up for a moment, then she walked up to those people and said: "Although our family is low-key, I never like to appear on public occasions." But today is the day of his father's burial, and he will definitely come."

These words are not so much a relief for Wen Jue, but rather a connotation that he likes to put on airs, even being late for his father's funeral.

After everyone heard this, their dissatisfaction with Wen Jue rose to a higher level.

Someone directly said: "Even if you are delayed on the road, you should say something, Mrs. Han, I think you have called him so many times and he didn't answer. I guess you don't plan to come. It's not good to miss the auspicious time." , I think the eulogy will be read by the Second Young Master."

"This..." Han Jiaojiao showed a perplexed look on her haggard face with light makeup on, "A Jue is the eldest son of the Wen family after all, I'm afraid it's inappropriate, we still wait for him Bar."

The man frowned and said: "What's wrong, my father's funeral can be late, this is really outrageous, and Mr. Wen has always loved the second young master, so he will be happy to send him to mourn .”

"Hey, that's fine." Han Jiaojiao agreed half-heartedly, looking at the sad look on her face, she seemed to be forced to do nothing.

Yin Wujiu frowned watching this woman's play, "Is this woman your father's concubine?"

Wen Jue was a bit annoyed at first, but when he suddenly heard Yin Wujiu's adjective "concubine", he wanted to laugh.

He didn't correct Yin Wujiu either, but just added in passing: "Today's accident was her fault."

Yin Wujiu knew that he was talking about the car explosion, the way he looked at the woman suddenly changed, becoming very dangerous.

"I was supposed to be severely burned and died in this accident, but by accident, my soul came to your world and possessed Wen Chongzhou. After Wen Chongzhou died, I was sent away for no reason. Come back, back to the time point before this accident." Wen Jue wanted to tell Yin Wujiu about these things a long time ago, but he couldn't say them due to the restrictions of the system. Now that he has regained his freedom, there will naturally be no more There is no need to hide it any longer.

Too many strange things happened to Wen Jue, now no matter what Wen Jue said, Yin Wujiu can accept it well, he stroked it in his mind, and quickly grasped the point: "So you, Did you know that car was going to explode?"

Wen Jue nodded slightly.

Yin Wujiu's face was completely dark: "Then you still take that car, are you courting death?"

Wen Jue looked at Yin Wujiu with focused eyes, after a while, he said softly, "I miss you very much!"

Yin Wujiu was stunned for a moment, understanding the meaning of his words, his heart suddenly fell into a pot of plum juice brewed for a long time, it was sweet and sour at one moment, it almost melted his heart, and then Merge with the clear juice.

Wen Jue grabbed Yin Wujiu's hand, seeing that he didn't resist, he slowly squeezed his hand tightly: "When I saw you on the road, I thought I was hallucinating, but later I was sure it was really you , God knows how happy I am, how... fortunate!"

Listening to his babbling, Yin Wujiu only felt the soreness rushing up his nose and into his eyes, and he obviously felt the moisture welling up in his eyes.

He raised his head and looked ahead, blinked away the tears in his eyes vigorously, and said in a somewhat stiff tone, "Are you still going to make it through?"

Wen Jue turned his face back, his eyes fell on the direction of his father's graveyard: "Let's go."

When someone found Wen Jue, his second brother was walking to the side of the burial pit with a booklet of eulogy written, planning to chant.

The woman Han Jiaojiao watched from the side, although she still had that sad expression on her face, she could hardly hide the smugness in her eyes.

In that way, it was as if his son had read the eulogy, and all the Wen family's property belonged to their mother and son.

Wen Chao straightened his back, pursed his lips and cleared his throat, and was about to speak when someone suddenly called out, "Ajue, you're here."

The voice came from Wen Jue's side, Wen Jue turned his head, and saw several of his boys walking towards this side quickly, and the one who called him just now was Song Zhe, who was the one who found him for him at the beginning. As for the people Han Jiaojiao destroyed his evidence, as for the other two, one is Mingxuan and the other is Yue Zhongyu.

Because Wen Jue hadn't arrived, they were a little worried that something happened to him on the way, and they just called the contact to find someone when they arrived, but they didn't expect to see Wen Jue when they came back.

"Song Zhe, you are here." Wen Jue greeted them as well.

"What's wrong with you, why are you sitting in a wheelchair and your head hurt?" Song Zhe asked with a worried face.

Wen Jue said: "There was an accident on the way here, but it's not a big problem, just a little weak, so I took a wheelchair."

Mingxuan's temper was more lively, and he bluffed, "You're already like this, are you really okay?"

Wen Jue smiled: "Don't worry."

Only then did the three of them breathe a sigh of relief, and thoughtfully looked at Yin Wujiu who was behind him.

"This is?" I have to say, Song Zhe is indeed a very self-cultivated person, seeing Yin Wujiu's dirty look, he didn't show any disgust or contempt.

"Yeah, brother, your outfit is too chic, aren't you acting and cosplaying?" Ming Xuan said with great interest.

"It's someone I like." Wen Jue replied almost without a pause.

At this remark, not only Song offended them, but even Yin Wujiu was stunned.

After a while, Song Zhe pulled his lips and smiled: "You bastard, what a joke, today is your father's funeral!"

"It's not a joke, it's serious."

Song Zhe looked at his serious expression, and the smile on the corner of his mouth froze.

At that moment, the few people felt as if a thunderbolt had been thrown into their heads, crackling and exploding the sparks in their heads.

This, this is too explosive!

Mingxuan was still holding the phone in his hand, and the phone dropped out of his hand.

Wen Jue subconsciously reached out to catch it, but unexpectedly caught it.

He looked down at his hands, momentarily stunned.

This lightning-like speed is so familiar. Hasn't the special function given to him by the system not disappeared?

When he was in a daze, Song Zhemingxuan and the others finally woke up.

This time, Mingxuan neither yelled nor preached, but gave Wen Jue a big thumbs up: "You are still awesome."

Wen Jue has been teaching at the school since he graduated. He never asked about the Wen family's business matters, so most of the people present didn't take him very seriously. Even when they saw him, they blatantly showed contempt and disdain. Only Han Jiaojiao's expression was different from the others, it was almost uncontrollable surprise and resentment.

Wen Jue saw through this woman's mind at a glance, probably just wondering why he didn't die!

Before he went to the hospital, he told the driver not to notify his so-called family members, and also turned off his cell phone on purpose, so Han Jiaojiao never heard from him.

"Young Master Wen is here!"

"I heard that Young Master Wen is a well-known professor at University B, but it's fine if you don't bother to arrange for my father's wedding. You can be late for the funeral, and I don't know where all the sage books have been read?" the speaker All of them had a strange look of yin and yang, their faces were full of bitterness and meanness, and they automatically ignored the bandage on Wen Jue's head.

"There was a car accident on the way here, and the car in which he was riding suddenly exploded, and Wen almost couldn't come."

When Wen Jue said this, his face was calm and his tone was calm, but it sounded like a thunderbolt to the ears of everyone present.

A car accident, or an explosion!

When he finished speaking, he glanced intentionally or unintentionally at Han Jiaojiao who was standing there. The woman met his clear gaze, and immediately felt a sense of nothing to hide after being seen through.

He...wouldn't know anything, would he?

No, it's impossible, he did it so secretly, it's impossible for him to know.

Wen Jue was pushed to the tomb by Yin Wujiu, and stretched out his hand towards Wen Chao.

Wen Chao said, "Since elder brother is inconvenient, leave these matters to me."

Just when everyone thought that Wen Jue would argue with Wen Chao, Wen Jue withdrew his hand: "If that's the case, then there is Brother Lao."

Although Wen Chao was a little surprised by his retreat, he was not particularly surprised. After all, since he was a child, his big brother didn't like to fight with them.

However, the indifferent appearance that never bothered to compete with him made him hate it even more, and as he gradually grew up, this hate even turned into hatred.

Why, everyone is the son of the father, why is he so arrogant?

After Wen Chao finished reading the eulogy, Wen Jue bent down, grabbed a handful of loess, and sprinkled it on Elder Wen's coffin.

Although cremation has become popular in this era, most rich people still choose to be buried in the ground. Before his death, Mr. Wen left a last wish to be buried with his dead wife and Wen Jue's mother.

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