Rebirth: The fake young master became a millionaire after becoming a millionaire

Feng Juelin was silent, and Xu Chuyi didn't take the initiative to speak, but just followed him silently.

There is a special cave in the rooftop on the top floor.

It is full of blue and white Phalaenopsis orchids.

The top of the rooftop is covered with a layer of glass, which is in the shape of a semi-circle and can be opened and closed automatically according to the temperature.

The winter in City A is too cold, and the closed glass cover is covered with a thin layer of snow.

The air-conditioning chill is kept out.

The temperature inside the cover is moderate, and the phalaenopsis will flourish and bloom all year round.

Xu Chuyi was surprised by the beauty of this place and couldn't recover for a long time. He didn't look away until Feng Juolin pulled out the chair and motioned for him to come and sit.

Instead of exquisite dessert dishes, there are some ordinary home-cooked dishes on the table.

"Come here." Feng Jue said calmly.

Xu Chuyi walked over and sat down in a daze.

Feng Juelin sat opposite.

"Mr. Feng..." Xu Chuyi didn't understand his abnormal behavior.

Feng Juolin elegantly wiped his hands with a tissue on the side and raised his eyes slightly: "Just have a meal with me."

After saying that, he picked up a small piece of shrimp meat and put it in his mouth.

Xu Chuyi stopped asking and started eating with confusion.

I ate with trepidation.

The atmosphere was surprisingly eerie.

Xu Chuyi has been paying attention to Feng Juelin's movements.

He felt that the person opposite him had a layer of slight injury on his body.

After a long while, Feng Juolin put down his chopsticks and lowered his eyelids: "I also have a younger brother."

The incomprehensible words made Xu Chu pause, and he subconsciously asked: "Why didn't you see anyone else in the Feng family?"

"My brother is dead."

Xu Chuyi only reacted when the chopsticks slipped out of his hand and landed on the dinner plate with a crisp clanking sound.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Mr. Feng, I didn't mean it."

Feng Juelin stared at him, as if looking at another person through him.

"If he can grow up safely, he will be as old as you." Feng Juelin smiled bitterly.

Xu Chuyi put the chopsticks neatly on the table in a panic and looked at him intently.

Feng Juelin is actually only in his 20s, but he is so cruel that the outside world often ignores his age and is afraid of his methods.

At this moment, in Xu Chuyi's view, he was just a big brother who had lost his younger brother.

Feng Juolin looked up at the Phalaenopsis around him and said, "Are these flowers beautiful?"

"very nice."

"How do you like it?"

"like."

"My younger brother also liked it. He loved this flower the most when he was alive." Feng Juolin said, "I planted it specially for him, but that spring, he left before the flowers bloomed."

"I have survived the cold winter, but not the warm spring."

Xu Chuyi didn't know how to comfort him, and after searching his brain, he managed to say: "The deceased has passed away, and the living have their condolences. Presumably his spirit in heaven doesn't want to see you sad either."

Feng Juelin was silent for a while, then said inexplicably: "You look a lot like him."

"Appearance?" Xu Chuyi touched his face.

"Not entirely." Feng Juelin said, "You have fat when you smile, and so does my brother."

"You have a mole behind your ear. My brother also has it in the same location."

"On the day he died, he told me that if I see anyone with a mole behind his ear again in the next life, it will be him."

"Mr. Feng also said that there is not much age difference between me and him."

It can't be your brother.

Xu Chuyi didn't want to annihilate his hope, but the facts were the facts and it didn't make sense.

He couldn't use it to share an ounce of his love for his brother.

Xu Chuyi could no longer bear the kindness and love that did not belong to him.

He could no longer repay the kindness he had received from the Xu family in the past 16 years.

"I know." Feng Juelin said.

He just wanted to use Xu Chuyi to see his favorite brother grow up and have a homely meal with him again.

Before he died of illness, my brother said that he wanted to eat the steamed shrimp meat he made.

However, my brother missed the appointment.

His cooking skills are not as bad as they used to be, and they taste much better now.

But he had no chance.

The snow on the glass cover is covered with another layer, and the Phalaenopsis is pampered in the greenhouse, quietly waiting for the missing person.

Feng Juelin trapped himself in a corner and drowned in the fragrance of flowers.

*

After that day, the two of them never mentioned the matter, and Feng Juelin became indifferent again, but he would be gentler in front of Xu Chuyi.

Xu Chuyi secretly collected the materials used for DNA identification and handed them all to Feng Juelin.

He believed in Feng Juelin's character and efficiency.

In a few days, the truth will be revealed.

But before the DNA report came, a piece of sad news came.

The Gu family's parents were killed in a plane and their bodies were not found.

Xu Chuyi had no time to be sad and immediately rushed to the Gu family.

The accident of flight K-A005 was shown on TV.

140 passengers, including Gu's parents, crashed into the sea with the plane.

At present, we only know that it crashed on the east coast of the Pacific Ocean, but the sea area is so large that it is difficult to locate the specific accident point for a while.

Judging from the last message sent back by the plane, the chances of the passengers surviving were almost zero.

The airline announced the list of victims, including Gu Nian's parents.

The names on the list were played three times, but Gu Nian still couldn't believe it and sat motionless on the sofa like a stone sculpture.

Xu Chuyi stepped forward and hugged Gu Nian, and struggled to squeeze out a sentence from his throat: "Brother Gu, it will feel better if you cry."

He shed tears first as he spoke.

Gu Nian buried her face in his arms, sobbing softly, her body trembling.

The Gu family has no relatives, so Gu Nian handled the funeral of his parents alone, with Xu Chuyi also helping out.

My parents didn't like complicated things during their lifetime, so the funeral was simple. They just invited their colleagues to pay their respects.

On the day of the burial, Gu Nian used her parents' wedding photos and love tokens to replace the ashes and put them into the cemetery.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I will live a good life."

Xu Chuyi wore a hand-knitted scarf that Aunt Gu had given him before going abroad to see them off.

The words of farewell were stuck in his throat and he couldn't make any sound.

There were clearly people talking and laughing a few days ago, why has it turned into a cold tombstone now?

Aunt Gu also said that she would bring him a gift when she returned home, and Uncle Gu also said that she would continue playing chess with him after returning home.

But, he couldn't wait any longer.

The identification certificate has not yet been issued, but Xu Chuyi somehow feels that they are his biological parents.

But heaven and man are forever separated...

Tears could not help but flow down his face.

Snow still drifted in the dark sky, and the cold wind was blowing, making people shiver with coldness.

They didn't know how long they stood there, and how long they stared at the tombstone. They only knew that their hair was covered with snow, and the snow on their shoulders melted and fell again.

Layer after layer, the clothes got wet.

"You're all I have."

Gu Nian's words followed the cold wind and penetrated into the pores of Xu Chuyi's skin all over his body.

It hurt him terribly.

But the pain in my heart was even worse, as if someone was pinching me hard, without sparing any strength.

"I will always be here." Xu Chuyi endured the pain and spoke each word with difficulty.

With the words in his heart, Gu Nian raised his hand to brush away the snow that fell on the tombstone.

The two people in the black and white photo were smiling, as if they were giving their children a last smile.

The bouquet of chrysanthemums in front of the tomb was blown to pieces by the wind, and the fallen petals were swept away.

Gu Nian said: "Let's go home."