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

Wen Jian and Wen Cheng frantically coaxed the child for more than ten minutes before they finally managed to stop sobbing. It was Wen Yinuo who coaxed the child to stop crying.

Not crying doesn’t mean that your emotions have calmed down.

Wen Jian held Wen Yinuo's little hand, squatted in front of him, and spoke in a soft voice, yet with gentle firmness:

"Xiaobao, can you tell mom who they are?"

Wen Yinuo sniffed and shook his head in embarrassment:

"……I have no idea."

But he was sure that those people really existed.

Wen Cheng, who was squatting on the side, poked Wen Jian's waist and asked with his eyes:

Why doesn’t Xiaobao know?

Wen Jian realized that he had forgotten to tell Wen Cheng that Wen Yinuo had had a high fever several times, which caused some of his memories to be blurred: ...

Don't interrupt. Wen Jian warned, let's talk later.

After giving the warning, Wen Jian sneakily moved to the left to block Wen Cheng.

"Mom knows." She continued Wen Yinuo's answer, "Those are all bad people."

"The bad guys have been caught now! Xiaobao doesn't have to be afraid of them anymore!"

"Xiaobao, just do what you like."

Wen Yinuo was still very nervous: "Really?"

"Of course it's true." Wen Jian tried his best to make his tone sound more relaxed. "You don't believe mom, but do you also not believe the police?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Yinuo grabbed Wen Jian's sleeve:

"No, no!"

"I believe in my mother!"

He remembered clearly that it was his mother and the police officer who rescued him from that small, dark and cold room.

It was also his mother who took him in and gave him a home.

"Believe mom, then Xiaobao should believe what mom just said."

"Those bad guys have been caught. Our Xiaobao doesn't have to be afraid anymore."

Wen Yinuo nodded heavily, but his eyes were wandering.

"Yeah! The bad guys have been caught."

But he was still afraid.

Not afraid of bad guys.

He was afraid that his mother would not want him.

He always felt that he had been abandoned once before.

He didn't want to be lost again.

The carefree Wen Cheng couldn't see that Wen Jian, who had already raised a picked-up child once, guessed Wen Yinuo's current thoughts 100%.

"Xiaobao, look at me." Wen Jian's voice suddenly became condensed.

Wen Yinuo's body trembled. Not only did he not look, he dodged even more vigorously and kept shrinking back.

Wen Jian's heart ached, but for the sake of the future, he had to be hard-hearted temporarily.

"Wen Yinuo!" She suddenly raised her voice, "Look at me!"

The familiar tone of command left Wen Yinuo no time to think, and he was already meeting Wen Jian's distressed and concerned eyes.

"First of all, Mommy wants to apologize to Xiaobao for being so loud just now." Wen Jian held the boy's face, "Mommy shouldn't have done that just now."

Wen Yinuo's eyes began to sore again.

No, that's not right.

In the past, he would be beaten after hearing that kind of sound.

"Mom knows that Xiaobao is afraid of being abandoned again, right?"

Wen Yinuo didn't say anything, just nodded.

He couldn't find out who it was.

But I always remember what someone said:

You, a disaster star, should not have been born in the first place.

"Xiaobao is really overthinking it." Wen Jian said, and kicked Wen Cheng out with his back foot.

"Hey, have you seen him?"

"I also picked up your brother on the street and adopted him."

"People are annoying dogs all the time, and it makes me get high blood pressure in a minute."

"I still keep him and have never said anything like 'I don't want him'."

Wen Cheng rubbed his leg that was hurt by the kick and grinned foolishly with his teeth bared.

Under Wen Jian's feigned disdainful gaze, Wen Cheng squatted on the ground and moved in front of the child with tears on his face.

"Don't worry, Xiaobao! Mom didn't abandon me even though I was like this."

"You are so good, mom will definitely not abandon you!"

Just as he finished speaking, Wen Cheng was hit on the back of his head.

"How can you talk like that!" Wen Jian glared at him.

Wen Cheng, who came to comfort her with good intentions, was at a loss.

No...what did he say wrong?

"Don't listen to your brother, Xiaobao."

Wen Jian can be called a master of face changing.

She still glared at Wen Cheng, but turned to Wen Yinuo and immediately became as gentle as water.

"I took you home and became your mother not on the premise that you were a 'good kid'."

"Just because I like you."

"Because I love you, Mom is willing to take you home. Because I love you, as long as you are willing to stay at home, there will always be a place for you at home."

"Understand?"

Wen Yinuo scratched his fingers: "I understand."

But there are still many things I don’t understand.

"But, before, the uncle in blue said that if I want to go home with you, I have to be good."

Wen Jian smiled kindly, his teeth almost breaking.

The mentally ill former colleague always spreads nonsense and rumors in front of her son.

Wait, sooner or later she will find time to climb through the window in the middle of the night and shave her former colleague's head.

"Don't worry about him, Xiaobao." Wen Jian pinched the boy's hand, "He has always been sick in the brain. He is just jealous of you."

After much persuasion and coaxing from all sides for a long time, the two people, one big and one small, finally made Wen Yinuo completely believe that there would always be a place for him in this family and he would not be lost.

Looking at the young man who finally took the initiative to pick up food after eating again, Wen Jian and Wen Cheng looked at each other and both felt inexplicably relieved.

At the same time, Wen Jian couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

They were both cubs that were picked up and adopted, but Wen Cheng was like a starving ghost at first. He would eat until he felt sick, but he would still stuff food into his mouth.

The two children she raised have quite different personalities.

——Birds of a feather flock together. I just hope Wen Yinuo will not be led too far astray by Wen Cheng in the future.

She didn't want to see the beautiful and smart Ragdoll cat following a Husky and starting to destroy the house.

Unfortunately, this can only be a luxury.

The Ragdoll Cat was led astray by the Husky when Wen Jian went to wash the dishes.

Wen Cheng, who used to go out to play with his friends after dinner, looked around like a thief and then took Wen Yinuo directly to his room.

"Brother, I can leave by myself."

Wen Cheng pretended not to hear, walked into the room, kicked the door shut, and then put the man down.

Wen Yinuo watched Wen Cheng enter the room and start rummaging through the drawers, not knowing what he was looking for. He moved to his side step by step.

"Brother." The boy tugged at Wen Cheng's sleeve, "What are you doing?"

Wen Cheng didn't answer.

Three minutes later, he pulled out a small box and dumped the contents onto the floor with a clang:

"Dangdang! Look!"

"These are all your brother's spoils!"

As he spoke, Wen Cheng picked them up one by one and told the stories behind them.

Although his mouth was dry from talking, Wen Cheng was still very proud.

"Xiaobao, these represent my brother's former glory."

"Now, all of them are for you!"

Wen Yinuo pursed his lips and looked at the pile of things on the ground that he couldn't even name. He really wanted to say that he didn't want them.

But Wen Cheng's eyes were too sincere.

Wen Yinuo, who had never accepted any gifts from others, finally accepted it.