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

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Wen Jian would have wanted to sigh and wonder how Fu Jincheng had such good luck.

He doesn't need to chase the person he likes, because she will come to him on her own.

However, Wen Jian was still reserved in front of Wen Yinuo.

"Xiaobao likes Dabao, you should tell him directly." Wen Jian ruffled the boy's black hair, "Why did you tell me first?"

Wen Yinuo, who had finally confessed his crime without covering his face, suddenly lowered his voice after hearing this sentence, and it didn't sound clear.

"I, I don't know, Mom." The boy's voice was filled with obvious fear. "I don't know what my brother thinks. I don't dare to go."

Although... from Fu Jincheng's usual care, indulgence and pampering towards him, it can be inferred that there is a high probability that his sweetheart also likes him.

But no matter how great the probability is, it is just a probability, not an absolute.

As long as it is not absolute, there is another possibility.

As for the other possible consequence, Wen Yinuo is not one that he cannot afford.

But he was unwilling to accept it.

So to be honest, the boy who wanted to slap someone in the face the first time they met after the reunion would rather keep all the words in his heart than say them out loud.

As long as you don’t say it, Fu Jincheng won’t know.

I don't know, no matter what I think, I won't hate him.

Wen Jian could actually understand Wen Yinuo's thoughts.

Many, many years ago, before she went to Bay Village, in front of a person, she had exactly the same thoughts as Wen Yinuo.

She also couldn't accept the possibility that the relationship would deteriorate after she told the other person her true thoughts, so she kept her thoughts to herself and was unwilling to speak them out no matter what.

Until finally, the other party died due to family conspiracy.

When she was sorting out his belongings, she found his diary and the love letters he had written to her but had not had time to send to her from the encrypted safe.

Every word and sentence is beneath the text, without any sound, and without sincere love.

When seeing those things, Wen Jian wondered why he couldn't be braver back then.

If she had been braver at that time, she would have mustered up the courage to tell the other person.

Even in that era, even if the relationship would be unacceptable to the secular world, it would be very tiring and difficult.

But in that hardship, at least there can be sweetness.

Instead of being like now, until the time of death, we are still just subordinates and superiors, and at most we can just say "friend".

If she was luckier, if she confessed her love, and they had absolute trust in each other, the other person might not die.

The Yin and Yang will not be separated.

"Xiaobao." Wen Jian suppressed the urge to cry, "Do you still remember what your mother taught you when you were very young?"

"……what?"

Wen Jian taught him a lot.

"'The brave enjoy the world first.'" Wen Jian said softly, "No matter how long a person lives in this world, it is only a short hundred years."

"During this hundred years, one-third of the time spent sleeping should be eliminated."

"Even if a person doesn't need to go to school or work, they only have a little over 60 years left."

"In the past sixty years, the last thirty years, and at least the first ten years, there were many restrictions on our actions."

“There is not much time to be truly free, to live in this world, to do what you want, and to enjoy everything.”

"If we have to consider this and that in the short time we have, and are caught up in all kinds of unnecessary and impossible things, then what is the meaning of coming to this world, and what is worth it?"

Wen Jian hugged Wen Yinuo and patted the boy's back gently:

"Xiaobao, go do what you like and what you want to do."

"Mom will always be behind you and will never leave."

Her two children, Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng, are lucky enough to be in love with their loved ones.

It was precisely because of this mutual love that Wen Jian encouraged Wen Yinuo to face it bravely.

If one of the two people does not have that intention, Wen Jian will not agree with the one who is interested telling the other.

——This is also the reason why, after she knew Fu Jincheng’s thoughts, she advised him not to make it clear for the time being.

Wen Jian understood very well the happiness of mutual secret love.

But Wen Jian understood the bitterness of unrequited love even better.

She wouldn't drag her own children into this.

Wen Yinuo couldn't believe Wen Jian's attitude for a moment.

Although in his impression, Wen Jian has always been extremely tolerant towards him and Fu Jincheng.

From childhood to adulthood, Wen Jian has never really lost his temper and scolded them once.

But even so, Wen Yinuo never thought that even this kind of thing, Wen Jian did not object, and even encouraged it.

"Mom." Wen Yinuo leaned on Wen Jian's shoulder, "You really don't think there's anything wrong with me liking you like this?"

Even though he and Fu Jincheng were not on the same household registration book, they had no blood relationship.

But after all, we grew up under the same roof.

If it were anyone else, they wouldn't be able to accept it, right?

Although Wen Yinuo really wanted Wen Jian's understanding and support, he knew better that in addition to being the mother of himself and Fu Jincheng, Wen Jian was first and foremost himself.

Wen Yinuo hopes that Wen Jian can be himself and stick to his own ideas.

Instead of forcing yourself because of your identity as a mother.

"In theory, the word 'like' itself is meaningless." Wen Jian said in a clear and gentle voice, "Like me, in the eyes of Xiaobao and Dabao, I am a very good mother."

"No." Wen Yinuo retorted with a nasal voice, "Even without the identity of 'mother', in my eyes, mom is still a very good person."

“And everyone in Bay Village, they all love mom.”

"Everyone knows that you are a very good person, mom."

Wen Jian rubbed Wen Yinuo's hair like a pet:

"Why are you so serious all of a sudden?"

"Mom said those words just to tell Xiaobao one thing - the so-called 'normal' is always just a standard defined by the general public."

"You meet those standards. You are one of the hidden ones among the crowd. You won't attract strange looks."