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

Fu Jincheng's stupid brain popped up at this inopportune time.

"That's nothing!" The young man said with undisguised pride, "I didn't sleep for almost 80 hours before and it was fine."

Isn't it just running back and forth for ten hours non-stop?

trivial.

Wen Jian and Anton, who were standing nearby, couldn't bear to watch and covered their faces.

The sky is blue.

Why are you talking about the past with such pride at a time like this?

Don't you want to confess?

You should just follow Wen Yinuo's topic and continue to play the victim, and then naturally transition to the emotional part.

Fu Jincheng, on the other hand, just talked about what happened before in a boastful tone.

He didn't stop after saying one thing and started talking nonstop.

This is not a confession, it's just a rehearsal.

Wen Jian and Anton went there in the morning and slapped Fu Jincheng in the face, waking him up.

Brother, you are here to express your feelings, not to tell your life story!

Wen Jian opened his eyes, looked through his fingers at Fu Jincheng who was still talking, and Wen Yinuo who was listening very attentively, and sighed heavily.

She is old and can't keep up with the thinking of young people today.

In order to avoid getting high blood pressure due to anger, she decided to leave first.

Anton, who was trying to shrink into a corner and become completely invisible, saw Wen Jian leave. After hesitating for two seconds, he followed Wen Jian and left.

Fu Jincheng, who was talking incessantly about his heroic deeds, caught the sound of the two people leaving with his sharp ears, and the corners of his mouth unconsciously rose for a moment.

Immediately changed the subject.

"Wen Yinuo."

When calling out the boy's name, Fu Jincheng's bright green eyes were so deep that they seemed to be able to hold everything in the world.

Wen Yinuo, who fell into the green lake, was unconsciously led by Fu Jincheng's voice.

"Do you know how I managed to hold on until now during the years I was away?"

Wen Yinuo's voice trembled: "...What?"

"It's for you and mom." Fu Jincheng replied gently.

During the years he was away, Fu Jincheng himself could hardly remember how many times he had wandered on the brink of life and death.

But he will always remember clearly what pulled him back from the brink of life and death.

——It’s Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian.

During those years, there were times when I felt like I couldn't hold on any longer and decided to just give up.

The thoughts of Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian always come to my mind.

Then I remembered that when I left home, I didn't leave a single word behind and completely disappeared into thin air.

The clearest memory is that of being watched, seeing Wen Yinuo returning home in the car like a lost soul, and seeing Wen Jian with a face full of sadness.

Those sad emotions should not have appeared on Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian's faces.

What was especially wrong was that it was because of me that Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian fell into mourning.

...He couldn't just let it go.

He should go back.

He wants to go back.

He must go back.

Go back to see my family and apologize for leaving without saying goodbye and disappearing.

After that, no matter whether Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian would forgive him or not, he would follow them stubbornly.

Anyway, I have never had the face to show in front of them.

"Then why did you run away?" Wen Yinuo tilted his head and looked at the exhibition stand not far away and asked, "When we met at the opening ceremony, if I hadn't caught up with you and slapped you in the face, you would have been gone."

"You will definitely continue to hide from me and Mom."

Faced with the facts, Fu Jincheng couldn't utter a word of rebuttal.

No matter what his reason was at the time, if he ran, he ran; if he hid, he hid.

Wrong is wrong.

Wen Yinuo had already walked to the booth and picked up the first gift Fu Jincheng gave him.

The boy also called him by his first name.

"Fu Jincheng."

"When I saw you on the rostrum and then when I saw you running, I actually wondered if you didn't want to recognize me and your mother because you're rich now."

"Absolutely not!"

Fu Jincheng, who had always been firm in his insistence, which was inconsistent with his gentle personality, suddenly raised his voice to explain.

"I, I'm just scared!"

Wen Yinuo laughed out loud at his anxious and flustered look.

"Hahahahahaha... I've already told you, I have thought about it, but I don't always think like this."

"Why are you in such a hurry?"

Smiling, Wen Yinuo raised his hand and pinched Fu Jincheng's face.

“That thought actually only came to my mind for a moment.”

"My brother is so stupid and innocent. He won't be like in the melodramatic novels, where he turns evil and hates his poor family after he becomes rich."

He said Fu Jincheng was stupid.

In fact, Wen Yinuo knew it very well.

The source of his ideas was not Fu Jincheng’s “stupidity” and “naivety”.

It comes from 100% trust and absolute understanding of someone whom I haven't seen for many years.