Kill crazy! The real daughter rushed to rectify the rich family!

Wen Can went to find the video himself.

For the time being, Ye Kong and Wen Can were the only two guests left in this dim home theater.

The host glanced at the comments and saw that 80% of them were attracted by Wen Rong's love story, so he wanted to continue this topic - although the fans of Undead Demon were dissatisfied, they didn't know that there would be a separate, special interview with Undead Demon later.

Therefore, there would be no problem in letting Wen Rong be the protagonist in this issue. The most important thing is that it is worthy of the advertisement that Wen Group has placed in the magazine.

At the host's signal, the camera turned to the two people leaning back silently in the darkness.

The video was still playing in a loop on the screen, the changing light reflected on their faces, and in the dimness there was a very subtle and obscure feeling - as if the entire darkness in the room had become the shadow behind them, and their illuminated faces were just the tip of the iceberg, with secrets hiding in the shadows like undercurrents, silently.

Until the host's voice broke the dark silence.

"You guys aren't falling asleep, are you?" She joked, "Is it because you've seen too many records of your parents' love and affection? Wen Can, are you numb to it?"

"Maybe."

Wen Can curved his lips with a smile, "I have indeed watched a lot of videos like this, but that was seven years ago. After my mother died, I have never watched it again."

"Will you be very sad? Do you usually communicate with your father about this pain?"

"No, we Wen people like to take care of ourselves."

"So how do you feel when you see this video again today?"

"..." Wen Can seemed to be thinking. The laughing woman on the screen was reflected in his bright eyes, turning into a mist. His hand gently stroked Ye Kong's warm skin in the dark. After a long while, he opened his mouth and said, "The feeling is - it turns out that my mother has really been dead for many years."

The host said in a heavy tone: "Do you think you can accept this now?"

Wen Can's mouth curved up silently again: "No."

He gave an unexpected answer: "I don't accept it."

The host was so surprised that he forgot to respond for a moment. When he was about to continue asking questions, Wen Rong had already returned.

He came carrying a box.

What is shown in the camera is a whole box of various USB flash drives, which make a rustling sound when placed on the chair.

I followed up with the camera and captured a bunch of different USB flash drives. Each USB flash drive had a label with the time, place and event written on it. For example, the camera captured "x year x month x day in Yanqiaopo and Da Wen Xiao Wen making cakes", "x year x month x day in Paris and Da Wen experimenting with perfume making"...

Just a scoop is a precious memory.

When the host exclaimed, Wen Rong was also staring at the box in a daze.

The light from the curtain covered the side of his face, making the eyes under his eyelashes look silent and affectionate.

These clear visual records are like carving a boat in the long river of memory. Although we can retrieve some fleeting moments through the marks left behind, we can never return to that place.

It not only belongs to Chi Wandao, but also belongs to him.

I don’t know if it was because of the lighting, but for a moment a layer of tears appeared in his eyes. Although it disappeared when he turned his head, it was still captured by the camera.

-Help! He cried!

-The CEO who was talking about the development of the group one moment, cried while reading his deceased wife's memoirs the next moment. Who understands?

-Who would have thought that chasing an immortal demon would also make the boss cry?

-If you don't meet a man like this in your life, don't marry him.

……

Unlike Wen Can who didn't look at Wen Rong the whole time, Ye Kong kept his head turned and stared at Wen Rong without blinking, watching his every little movement, every expression that was exposed or suppressed, and listening to every subtle tone of his voice when he spoke.

The pair of eyes that shone with two bright lights in the dim light were like a microscope, cold, yet focused and concentrated to a terrifying degree. With an attitude almost like doing academic research, they were fixed tightly on Wen Rong, without even a second of hesitation.

Wen Rong was also a little distracted, so he didn't notice her look. He just smiled at the amazed host and said, "We have been saving these for many years. Let's take a look at two of them. I can't show you too many. I can't bear to."

"That's natural."

Wen Rong said he would just pick one up, so he really picked one up at random. It was a simple black one, and he didn’t even look at the label on it. He just handed it directly to his assistant.

The assistant went to the back to operate the projector.

After a moment's wait, the curtain fell into darkness and then lit up again.

It's a yard.

But it was very simple, with an uneven ground, and a clothesline made of bamboo poles in the corner, hung with children's clothes that looked very cheap.

The viewing angle is also very strange. The image is no longer colorful and clear, but rather fuzzy and blurry, so that people's faces cannot be seen clearly.

Wen Rong was also stunned for a moment.

"What is this? It doesn't look like it was taken with a camera." said the host.

Wen Rong couldn't quite remember it, and was at a loss for a while. It wasn't until he saw two people talking in the yard that he suddenly understood, but he was a little dazed. He was slow to answer for several seconds: "This should be... when we were doing volunteer work outside."

"It's not a camera. This angle of view..." The host pondered for a moment, "Is it a surveillance camera?"

The perspective was looking down, but one could vaguely see two people chatting in the courtyard, one of whom was Wen Rong.

"That tall one is you, right?" the host asked.

"……Yes."

At that time, Wen Rong had slightly long hair, and he was not wearing a suit, which was rare. He was only wearing a simple T-shirt and trousers with his sleeves rolled up, and even a pair of sandals on his feet. However, despite his simple dress, he was obviously older than in the previous video. He had a cigarette in one hand, and his posture when chatting with people was mature and casual, just like a husband you can see everywhere on the street.

"Why is it this image? And there is no Mrs. Wen in the video..."

"...I'm doing volunteer work." Wen Rong seemed to have sorted out his memories for a while before he could give a smooth explanation. "This is indeed a surveillance video. Wan Dao thought it was worth remembering, so he went to the school to get it."

“Worthy of remembrance?”

"..."

Before Wen Rong could answer, the blurry video had changed.

There were a few unsteady shakes at first, and the two people in the yard staggered a few steps. Then the camera began to shake rapidly again.

"earthquake!"

The host suddenly covered his mouth.

As soon as she screamed, the man on the screen broke free from the hand of another person who was pulling him out, threw away the cigarette, turned around and rushed towards the shaking house.

He rushed in.

Looking at the rapidly cracking wall in the blurry picture, the host gasped.

But that figure was determined and even extremely anxious and eager, as if he wanted to fly.