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

"Alian?" Wen Rong frowned again, and this time he felt a little embarrassed. "After all, he has lived in our house for so many years. It's not easy to kick him out right away, right?"

Glancing at Wen Can, he added, "But if you really don't like him, just ask him to stay out of your way."

Wen Can seemed very curious, but his expression remained indifferent: "Isn't he working in the company now? Is he holding a very important position?"

Wen Rong smiled and said in a cold voice: "If you give him a position, he will be very important. If you don't give him a position, he will still be the poor relative who lives in our house. You don't have to care about it."

Wen Can smiled a little, which made Wen Rong happy, but then sad again: "Dad hasn't seen you smile for a long time."

Wen Can curled the corners of his lips, constantly suppressing the nausea and urge to go crazy in his chest: "It will be fine."

He whispered in a dreamy voice, "Everything will be fine."

This sentence seemed to give Wen Rong infinite hope. He showed a longing expression, lowered his head to look at the photo frame, gently touched it with his hand, and murmured: "Yes, everything will be fine - when the time comes, my father and I will also build a castle for your mother, and write 'Chi Wandao's Home' on it."

"..." Wen Can felt that he could no longer bear it.

He held the armrest of the wheelchair tightly, and his fingertips and phalanges turned white from the force. The nail on his well-trimmed index finger was broken by his pressure, and red blood spread like a virus through the thin layer of nail.

His brain was buzzing, and silent deep breaths could not change the surging rage and the urge to overturn everything.

The lights and this messy study room kept spinning in his mind, making him dizzy and nervous. Wen Rong's voice came faintly, as if there was a layer of frosted glass between them, so it was not clear, which made people feel even more nauseous.

"A-chan, A-chan, what's wrong with you?"

The man stood up from his chair, walked around the desk and walked towards him.

He knew he should reply "I'm fine" and then smile or remain expressionless. He was used to it and had practiced it to perfection - but at this moment, in front of the photo frame, he could not control himself no matter what.

After a long time, the illness he thought he had cured long ago came back with a vengeance.

The man's soles made a soft but heavy sound on the carpet, approaching him step by step with an echo - he could only hold on to the handrail more tightly and let the pain occupy his brain, otherwise...

otherwise……

"A-chan?"

Worried inquiries are already close at hand.

Just when he was about to let go of the wheelchair and take action, his cell phone suddenly rang.

"Wen Can, answer the phone."

"Wen Can, answer the phone."

……

The girl's plain and emotionless reminder came out from her pocket.

The white fingers suddenly let go of the armrest.

The blood circulation resumed, and his feverish and dazed brain seemed to be frozen.

When his fingers mechanically and consciously took out the mobile phone from his pocket, slid open the answer button and put it to his ear, a cool voice came from the other end, penetrating his buzzing brain like moonlight penetrating the fog on the sea.

"Wen Can."

She said, “It’s snowing.”

"The first snow of the year, can I watch it with you?"

"..."

The bizarre rotation of the vision stopped, and the messy bookcases and rooms returned to their original positions.

He heard the sound of wood burning in the fireplace.

Servants were coming and going on the stairs.

The wind was howling.

And amid all these chaotic and vague sounds, there was another voice.

It rustled like willow catkins floating onto the glass.

He held up the cell phone, forgetting that there was a mortal enemy whom he hated and would never let go just around the corner, and forgetting that this manor was a filthy place that he detested. He just turned his head and looked out the window in a daze.

Behind the table and chairs, there were several windows on the wall, half-covered by rolled-up curtains.

From his perspective, he could only see a small section of smoky gray sky and a small beam of snowflakes that kept flying towards the window glass as if a mechanism had been activated and would never stop.

But he knew that beyond his own vision, they had already covered a wider world.

And Ye Kong is between that sky and earth.

"I'm asking you a question." There was a slight sound of wind coming from the phone, "Can I?"

Wen Can looked out the window and answered subconsciously, "I went back to the Wen family today."

"...Okay." The girl didn't sound too disappointed, she just smiled and said, "Actually, I'm out right now, watching a musical at the Songgong Theater with Tu Wan and the others. In order to prevent them from finding out that we were acting, I sneaked out to make the call."

He heard the girl sniff and sneeze.

Wen Can immediately became nervous: "Then go in quickly, don't catch a cold."

"Got it." Ye Kong sniffed again, "Then let's meet quietly next time."

Wen Can suddenly felt a little guilty and said "sorry" after a moment.

Ye Kong laughed: "Why apologize? My immediate wish has been fulfilled."

"What?" Wen Can asked.

"Watching the snow with you."

·

Under the magnificent eaves of Matsumiya Theater, the girl looked up at the boundless sky where snow was falling continuously.

"It doesn't matter if I'm not around, it doesn't matter if we're on the phone, or even if there's no phone at all."

Countless snowflakes were reflected in her black pupils, and tiny hexagonal icicles floated onto her pupils. She did not even blink: "As long as you think of me when you see the snow, it will count as seeing it together."

Two seconds later, she smiled slowly and said, "I guess you will remember me."

"Because I thought of you."

It was the first time she showed her happiness so obviously. It came from the bottom of her heart, from the inside out, completely positive and without any shadow of happiness, as if she was celebrating a surprise: "Wen Can, the first second I saw the snow, I thought of you."

"I'm very happy."

“I think I learned a little bit of love.”

"Even though it's still very small, it's so romantic."

"I have drawn many love stories that have been praised as romantic, but this is the first time I have felt that love is such a romantic thing."

"..."

Wen Can's fingers were numb.

He held up his cell phone, and the overwhelming rage and loss of control from the previous moment all evaporated, and he was captured by another, even more terrifying feeling.

And he was powerless to resist.

Even my eyes felt sore.

He could only stare silently at the window seeing the falling snow, feeling the so-called "romance" and "happiness" that the girl had mentioned, which were like the overwhelming snow at this moment, enveloping his heart filled with fear and panic.

It was obviously snow, something icy cold to the bone, but it was like magma, burning his originally hard shell - he clearly heard the sound of it breaking.

And the bad guy was still saying on the other end: "Wen Can, I'm starting to like snow."

"You have to like it too."

The smiles of the mother and son in the photo frame sparkled in the reflection of the snow and the sun.

Outside the photo frame, Wen Can's nausea and vomiting mood, which he had felt not long ago, suddenly evaporated like snow.

He heard his own low, hoarse reply.

"it is good."