After being reborn, I became the little ancestor of the paranoid tyrant

"What did you dream about?"

Fu Boyun lowered his eyes and looked at Xu Chenting with a smile. He said that he had dreams, and Xiaoguai dreamed of them. Isn't he a prophet?

When Fu Boyun thought about it, he felt a little funny, how could it be possible?

"I dreamed of you."

Xu Chenting looked at Fu Boyun, said seriously, thought for a while and then added: "You were 14 years old."

The smile on the corner of Fu Boyun's mouth froze, looking at Xu Chenting uncertainly, did he really remember?

He expected his little boy to think of him, did he really think of him?

"But I can't tell if I'm dreaming or if it really happened."

Xu Chenting was not clear, and shook his head lightly.

But Fu Boyun said that he lost his memory and forgot, it should be true.

"Xu Limin said that when my mother just passed away, I had a high fever and was sent to the emergency department of the hospital. After waking up, I forgot many things."

Xu Chenting recalled what Xu Limin said just now. His mother passed away, and he had a high fever, which happened to be that year:

"That year, I was seven years old."

Therefore, it seemed that Fu Boyun had never appeared in his childhood memory.

Only now did I realize that it wasn't that he didn't show up, but that he forgot.

"Tell me, let me listen."

Fu Boyun's tone was faintly agitated, but he hid it well, pretending to be calm, he pulled Xu Chenting to sit down and said.

"I dreamed that my mother and I were sitting in the car, and it was snowing heavily outside. I lay down by the car window and looked at the snow."

Xu Chenting looked ahead with light eyes, recalling the scene in his dream, and said slowly:

"I saw a little brother on the side of the road, wearing a large red sweater. There was a thick layer of snow on his hair and on the sweater."

"I asked the driver to stop the car, got out of the car and trotted over, and stood in front of my little brother."

Xu Chenting looked at Fu Boyun, as if seeing him at the age of 14 through his face.

"Little brother's long eyelashes are covered with a layer of crystal frost, his little face is red from the cold, his lips are purple, and his body is shaking."

Xu Chenting stroked Fu Boyun's eyelashes, cheeks and lips with his hands, and said in a distressed tone: "He is extremely cold."

Fu Boyun held Xu Chenting's hand in his own.

Xu Chenting looked down at their holding hands, Fu Boyun's hands were shaking, just like at that time.

"I asked him……"

Fu Boyun looked at Xu Chenting, who coincided with the 7-year-old in his memory, and the little milky voice was still echoing in his ears, asking him: Brother, are you cold?

He remembered that day, Yu Qiushuang forced him to wear a red sweater and took him to Fu's house to pay New Year's greetings.

He was shut out by Fu Yunguo, Yu Qiushuang didn't seem to see him, and happily flattered the man called his father and everyone in the Fu family.

The door of the Fu family was closed, and he saw the juniors of the Fu family lying on the window and laughing at him.

He was very angry and angry, his fists were clenched and then loosened, and he didn't say anything.

He didn't stand outside the door waiting to see their faces, he left without looking back.

He didn't know where to go, he walked along the road, he didn't know how long he walked, he just remembered that the snow was heavy, he was very cold, his body was frozen, he was like a walking dead Loitering on the road.

A car was parked next to him.

He stopped and turned his head a little stiffly.

The car door opened, and a chubby little guy wrapped himself in a thick red jacket got out.

The small face carved in pink and jade, white and tender, looks very cute, dressed very delicately, at first glance he looks like a young master from a rich family.

He staggered over, like a chubby little penguin.

The young master asked him childishly: "Brother, are you cold?"

He was stunned. From childhood to adulthood, who would care if he was cold or not?OK?

"Then I'll give my brother my scarf, and my brother won't be cold."

Fu Boyun watched as he clumsily took off his scarf, leaving a section of his neck empty. When the cold wind blew, he couldn't help shrinking his neck.

"Brother, bow your head."

Fu Boyun didn't know why he was so obedient, he bowed his head obediently, and let the other party manipulate him.

It wasn't until the warm scarf was wrapped around his neck that Fu Boyun became more energetic, his voice trembling, and he bowed his head and said, "Thank you."

A gentle and gentle woman got off the car and walked to Xiao Shenting's side.

"Mom, I gave the scarf you gave me to my brother, will you be angry!" Xiao Shenting looked back at his mother, opened his big eyes, and asked milkily.

Worried that the little boy would be scolded, Fu Boyun tried to take off the scarf with his frozen hands, but saw the woman looking at the boy tenderly, and praised with a smile:

"Mom won't be angry, Tingting is awesome, is Tingting cold?"

"Ting Ting is a little man, Ting Ting is not afraid of the cold, ha chirp~"

Little Shenting raised his head and spoke proudly, but he sneezed uncontrollably and rubbed his nose with his hands.

The woman smiled softly, and stretched out her hand to help Xiao Shenting gather up his collar, so as not to catch cold when the cold wind ran in later.

When the woman looked at him, Fu Boyun froze in place. He was afraid that he would be scolded, and that he caused her son to catch a cold.

however……

The woman touched his head gently, and said with distressed eyes: "You wear so little, why are you here alone? It's freezing!"

"Where are your parents? Did you run away from home?"

Fu Boyun nodded slightly.

The woman took off her woolen shawl and put it on the boy: "It's dangerous to be outside alone, you know?"

"Mom, let's take brother home!" After saying that, Xiao Shenting took his hand and got into the car.

"Brother, this is for you, to warm your hands."

Xiao Shenting took out a freshly baked sweet potato and stuffed it in his hand, and introduced it to him seriously: "Besides, this one is very sweet and delicious."

Little Shenting licked his mouth, stared at the roasted sweet potato closely, and made himself greedy while talking.

"give you to eat."

Fu Boyun returned the roasted sweet potatoes to him.

Xiao Shenting firmly shook his head: "I don't want to eat, warm my brother's hands."

She was so hungry that she was drooling, and she insisted that she didn't want to eat.

Fu Boyun broke the roasted sweet potato in half and handed half to Xiao Shenting: "This half is enough for me to warm my hands, you can eat this."

Xiao Shenting hesitated for a moment, seeing that he still had half in his hand, then took the half, grinning, and happily bit down.

"Ha, ha, ha~ hot."

Xiao Shenting took a bite, because it was too hot, he opened his mouth and gasped, and reminded him: "Brother, remember to blow while eating."

"Did someone bully you, brother?"

"Brother, don't be afraid. The book says that those things that can't kill you will eventually make you stronger. As long as you become stronger, no one will dare to bully you anymore."

Because of this sentence, because of this person, Fu Boyun's heart was deeply shaken by a large ripple.

At that time, he secretly made a decision in his heart.