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

The next day.

When Wen Yinuo woke up from his sleep, Fu Jincheng was no longer by his side.

He half-closed his eyes and reached out his hand to the side.

The remaining heat has not completely dissipated.

Apparently, the person sleeping here had just left two minutes ago.

The boy, who was still sleepy, pulled the quilt over his head and rolled to Fu Jincheng's position.

After several minutes of confusion, Wen Yinuo finally opened his eyes, which had been closed.

Although his eyes were open, there was still confusion in them as if he had not woken up yet.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Wen Yinuo sat up, squinted his eyes and glanced around, his gaze was attracted by a light blue sticky note placed on the bedside table.

He reached out and took the sticky note, opened it, and saw Fu Jincheng's sharp and elegant handwriting on it:

Was taken away for a meeting (? ??????????? ), and came back in an hour.

The porridge is warming in the kitchen, so Xiaobao can go there directly when he wakes up.

Love you (??w??)??

With the two emoticons paired together, the black words suddenly came to life.

The remaining sleepiness in Wen Yinuo completely disappeared under the words on the sticky note.

It was as if Fu Jincheng was squatting beside the bed, writing a note and drawing emoticons on his phone, right in front of me.

It makes people feel soft-hearted just thinking about it.

At the same time, it is also inevitable that there is a hint of humor.

Stroking the smooth sticky note, Wen Yinuo smiled brightly:

"My painting skills have improved a bit."

He will praise Fu Jincheng later.

Wen Yinuo habitually folded the sticky note in his hand into a heart shape, opened the second drawer of the bedside table, and put the heart in it.

In the drawer, a heart made of colorful sticky notes has taken up more than half of the space.

Most of the time, it is like now, when Fu Jincheng or Wen Yinuo has their own things to do, and the other person is busy and it is not convenient to disturb them.

Accumulate them one by one and keep them.

A small number of them are purely a little fun between two people.

Some words are embarrassing to say directly out of your mouth.

So I wrote it down on paper and told the one I loved most.

Wen Yinuo pressed the love heart in the next drawer hard, washed, changed clothes and went downstairs in a good mood.

After breakfast, Wen Yinuo woke up the cat that was sleeping soundly in the nest and carried it to the storage room.

He was too sleepy last night to deal with what he found.

Although I was too confused to see where Fu Jincheng put them.

But thinking about it, according to the tacit agreement between them that had never been made clear, it must have been placed in the storage room.

With a creaky sound, Wen Yinuo pushed open the door of the storage room.

The storage room, which used to be always empty, now has three large boxes on the floor.

Wen Yinuo pinched Miaomiao's soft belly, put it in the beige nest in the corner, sat cross-legged among three boxes, and began to count the things he brought back.

Start with the smallest box.

Every time I take one out, the corresponding memory will emerge in my mind.

Even if there are many, in Wen Yinuo's self-perception, they are pictures that are naturally worn away and forgotten bit by bit during the passage of time.

With the appearance of specific objects, everything is reassembled and becomes clear.

Looking at the items in my hands, each of them represents a beautiful memory.

Wen Yinuo once again felt that he was extremely lucky to have been reborn.

While he was happy that he could be reborn and make up for his regrets, Wen Yinuo felt even more sad as he looked at the wooden figurine in his hand.

There is a chance to make up for the regret between him and his brother.

But mom...

Whether it is him or Fu Jincheng.

It's all true, I'll never see you again.

Like forgotten memories.

He found many things that had been lost in his memory.

Two whole boxes, plus the largest box which was more than half packed, the shelves and the floor of the storage room were already full.

There are only some larger gaps left, and you can put a little more in.

Wen Yinuo glanced at it but didn't take it seriously.

The storage room was just being sorted out.

The room actually used to store these various items is another room.

But that's all later.

What he needs to do now is to sort these things out first.

The largest box looks like the biggest one.

In fact, the items placed inside are all relatively large.

In terms of quantity, it is actually less than the previous two.

He took out the items one by one, and finally, at the bottom of the box, Wen Yinuo saw a black box he had never seen before.

If he hadn't been driven to the basement, there would have been nothing in there except a shabby bed.

Wen Yinuo almost suspected that this small box belonged to the Gu family.

The boy took out the black box from the bottom of the box with confusion.

The box was not very big, about the size of an adult's palm, and was locked with a padlock.

What Wen Yinuo could be sure of was that he definitely did not find the key to lock the box.

Plus the weight of it in hand, it doesn’t feel like an empty box.

Obviously, there is something in here.

Wen Yinuo raised the box to his ear and shook it, and heard the sound of glass and metal colliding.

Sure enough, there is something.

It won’t work if you don’t open it.

After cleaning out the things in the room again and still not finding the key, Wen Yinuo simply took out a thin wire from the drawer of the cabinet on the other side and pried the lock open.

The small black box opened, revealing a wide-mouthed glass bottle.

Inside the glass bottle, there was a crumpled piece of paper.

The beige paper with pink flowers printed on it made Wen Yinuo feel somewhat familiar.

He seemed to have seen such paper somewhere.

Driven by curiosity, Wen Yinuo struggled to unscrew the wide-mouthed bottle and took out a crumpled piece of paper from it.

When it was unfolded, the boy saw familiar, crooked handwriting written on a square piece of paper.

Wen Yinuo remembered where he had seen such paper before.

That was half a month before Wen Jian passed away.

At that time, due to illness, Wen Jian couldn't even get out of bed.

But she firmly disagreed with Wen Yinuo staying with her in the ward 24 hours a day.

In Wen Jian's view, Wen Yinuo is himself first, and then her child.

The young Wen Yinuo has his own life and his own future.

You shouldn't spend all your time on her, someone who could die at any time.

She asked Wen Yinuo to leave the hospital for at least two hours every day to do his own things.