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

Wen Yinuo and Wen Cheng are growing up day by day.

Wen Jian also clearly felt that as the two children grew older, he had less and less to worry about.

By the time Wen Cheng was in the second year of junior high school, she had almost no time to take care of her two children except for parent-teacher meetings, which required the presence of parents.

Wen Jian protested against this.

"Dabao, Xiaobao, come here." She called the two children to her and asked seriously, "Don't you think that there is something wrong with our relationship now?"

Dabao/Xiaobao said in unison: "What's wrong?"

"Mom, did someone say something bad about you? Tell me! We will go and seek justice for you!"

Wen Jian: ...

"No."

Dabao and Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief.

Since it was not feasible to suggest it in a tactful way, Wen Jian simply said:

"Dabao and Xiaobao, don't you think you are too mature?"

"Other children, at this age, are still looking for their own parents to act cute."

"What about you two? Not only does the older one not require me to worry about anything, but he also takes care of all the younger one's affairs."

"The younger one is the same. Whenever he has problems, he goes to his brother. He totally ignores me as his mother."

As a result, every time she heard others talking about their own children, she couldn't say a word.

It's impossible for her to say in front of a bunch of parents complaining about their children that her children are very sensible and never cause them any worry, right?

That's really asking for a beating.

Wen Yinuo, who has learned a lot from Wen Jian, was silent for three seconds and summarized succinctly:

"Mom, you're jealous."

Wen Jian: ...

"What? What are you talking about?" Wen Jian said stubbornly, "I am just concerned about you two."

"You two are still so young, what if you get cheated by bad guys outside?"

"Who do you want me to cry to?"

"Don't worry, Mom. It won't happen." Wen Yinuo assured seriously, "My brother..."

I just cheated a scammer out of more than a thousand dollars two days ago.

But before he could finish his words, Wen Cheng covered his mouth.

Wen Jian immediately became alert: "What happened two days ago?"

"I was praised by the teacher two days ago!" Wen Yinuo changed his words without leaving a trace after being interrupted, "I wanted to tell you at that time."

"It's just that my brother said that being praised by the teacher is such a small thing. There's no need to tell you, mom."

"Wen Dabao, Wen Dabao." Wen Jian poked Wen Cheng's forehead hard, "If other people hear you saying this, be careful to get scolded."

Wen Cheng smiled bitterly but didn't dare to speak.

I'm afraid that once I open my mouth, the guilty tone will reveal my true self.

Wen Yinuo once again rescued his brother who was almost dying because of his trick:

"And my brother and I have a sense of propriety, really."

"If we encounter something we can't solve, we will definitely tell you, mom."

Wen Jian stopped looking at the two cubs and started plucking the leaves of the flowers.

"I understand all this." She said in a low voice, "But every time I hear people say that their children will go to their parents first when something happens, I wonder if I am a failure as a 'mother'."

"With two children at home, they always think about solving problems on their own first."

"No." Wen Yinuo stepped hard on Wen Cheng's instep, glared at him, told him to shut up, and said to Wen Jian in a sweet voice, "My brother and I are independent now, and it's all because of you, mom, who taught us well."

"Without my mother's guidance since childhood, my brother and I would not be so successful now."

"And our home is different from other people's homes."

"There are only me, my mother, and my brother in our family. One adult and two children."

Wen Cheng winked: Why am I "still"?

Wen Yinuo pretended not to see it.

"In other families, there are one child and two adults, two children and two adults, or four or six children."

"If my brother and I were like other kids, looking for mom whenever we had a problem, how tired would mom be?"

"My brother and I are men. We should help mom share the pressure and protect her!"

Wen Jian felt so sad and heartbroken.

"Wow, why is my little treasure so well behaved?"

Wen Cheng, who couldn't get a word in, muttered softly:

"The crying is so fake."

Wen Jian: ...

"Wen Cheng! You are the only one who can talk, right?"

Wen Cheng, who didn’t expect Wen Jian to hear it clearly, said:…Oh no.

Careless.

I forgot that his fucking hearing is so good that it’s not like a human being.

Seeing Wen Jian’s emotions, which had just calmed down, being provoked by a single sentence, Wen Yinuo just felt tired.

His brother and mother are four years older than him and almost thirty years older than him respectively.

As a result, each one is more childish than the other.

The most mature person in the family is the ten-year-old boy.

So tired.

Moving to stand between Wen Cheng and Wen Jian, Wen Yinuo continued with the previous topic to divert attention.

"So mom, don't worry about me and my brother, and don't feel like you're not a good mom."

"In my brother's and my heart, mom will always be the best mom in the world."

"Right, brother?"

Wen Cheng finally connected this time.

"Yes, yes, yes!" He nodded hurriedly, "Although mom, you often argue with me like a child."

"But to me, you will always be the best mother."

"When I grow up, it will be the same when I am old."

Wen Jian resisted the urge to slap Dabao on the head.

The sentence following "although" needs no mention.

Really.

Can't you just praise her?

I would like to add one more though.

Ha ha.

"Let's go, Xiaobao." Wen Jian took Wen Yinuo's hand, "Mom will take you out to play."

Wen Cheng trotted after him: "What about me? What about me? Mom, what about me?"

"You said yourself that you won't be partial!"

"You? Go back and copy 'although' a thousand times!"

Suddenly, Wen Cheng's wailing was so loud that it could be heard a hundred meters away.

Wen Yinuo held his stomach and laughed.

Calling you brother was a bad thing, now you feel better, hahahaha.