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

Wen Yinuo blinked a few times in a daze, then lowered his eyes to look at the bed between him and the table, and the mess on the floor, feeling at a loss.

He clearly remembered that he was standing next to the table, so how come he appeared on the other side in a moment of distraction?

And the ground.

I clearly remembered that it had been cleaned, but now there are all kinds of odds and ends scattered on it.

To the naked eye, all the scattered objects on the ground, whether broken or intact, can still be used normally.

Most of them looked like he had just taken them out of his suitcase.

The boy still wasn't sure whether he was the one who dropped the scattered items on the ground, but he knew that leaving those items on the ground was not a solution.

He habitually held onto the edge of the bed, and after squatting down he suddenly remembered that he was not sick yet.

At least I'm not sick and I'm still healthy.

Wen Yinuo thought about the reflexive action of having to hold on to something before squatting down, and suddenly laughed at himself.

Really, when your body is already well, why do you still have to think about those things in the past that are not worth remembering? Isn't this just a disease?

Although he is indeed sick.

The boy complained to himself helplessly while picking up the things on the ground.

The broken and unusable ones were thrown into the open garbage bag, while the ones that could be used normally were placed on the table.

He still couldn't quite believe it. He had thrown all these things to the ground when he lost control of his emotions.

But when the last piece of the broken mirror was thrown into the trash bag, he accidentally saw small scratches on the palm of his left hand, which had not been used since he squatted down, and he had to accept this fact.

The mess on the ground was caused by him.

Wen Yinuo was at a loss again.

Although he had not received systematic treatment in both lives, as a sick person, he could clearly feel that compared with his previous life, his mood was obviously better in this new life after more than a month in the hospital.

Then why did the smashing of things, which never happened when my emotions were out of control in my previous life, happen after I calmed down?

In his previous life, every time he came back to his senses after losing control, he fell to the ground.

Oh, he forgot one thing. Wen Yinuo suddenly thought of it.

In his previous life, when he was diagnosed, his health was getting worse and worse.

So before, it wasn't that he couldn't control himself from taking his anger out on innocent objects and furnishings in the house, but that he was too weak to even pick them up.

That wouldn't be a good thing.

But looking at the mess that had just been cleaned up and the new garbage in the garbage bag, Wen Yinuo suddenly felt that there was nothing wrong with doing it like in his previous life.

At least these objects that have never bullied him and have always been with him are still fine.

If this was the case in his previous life, with Gu's father and mother's hypocritical personalities, they would definitely think he was sick if they found him smashing things.

The final result is most likely that he will be sent to a mental hospital, unable to leave forever, and unable to sever ties with the Gu family.

It is also possible that before he died, he lost control of his house and destroyed the only evidence that he had ever been in this world.

If you are even more unlucky, your mother and brother's lives might be destroyed as well.

Then, the five houses were left with only an empty shell, with nothing there.

The boy thought about it and turned his head to look at the two locked rooms on the right.

Wen Jian's room had not been opened since he came back. He opened the one his brother lived in, took out two unused towels, and then locked it.

It seems that the original plan has to be shelved, Wen Yinuo thought.

Given that he is in an uncontrollable state and might have an attack at any time, if mom and brother's rooms are opened to clean, they will definitely be smashed.

Of the two of them, Wen Jian was already dead; he was watching over the burning.

My brother is missing (probably dead too).

Looking at him now, he also looks like he is dead while alive.

Although he had promised Zhao Lingyun that he would try his best to survive.

But the only thing that can be guaranteed is that you will not die subjectively.

Who knows if he will encounter an accident someday? An earthquake, tsunami, car accident, or a disease he had in his previous life.

If the two locked rooms were opened, and if he had an accident one day and the things inside were smashed again, who would be able to prove that his mother and brother had ever been into this world?

So it must not be opened, and two more locks must be put on.

And in order to prevent him from opening the door and smashing things when his brain gets stuck and he can't control himself one day, all the keys have to be thrown into the sea after locking it.

Oh yeah, before that, he had to quickly clean his room, then wash the towels and throw them back into his missing brother's room.

He filled a bucket of water again and wiped the wooden bed carefully twice. After it was so clean that no dirt could be wiped off even with paper towels, Wen Yinuo took the five towels in his hand to the bathroom. After washing and wrung out all five towels in the washbasin, he hesitated for two seconds between hanging them up to dry and putting them back directly. He decisively chose to put them back directly.

Anyway, no one lives there, so in this weather, just put the towel back on the clothes rack and it will be dry by tomorrow morning.

After putting away the used towels, Wen Yinuo took a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and began to make the bed.

He learned this skill after being taken to Yanjing by the Gu family.

When Wen Jian and his brother were still alive, Wen Yinuo never had to do these things.

At home, Wen Jian and his brother would take turns to take off their sheets and quilt covers, wash them, and then put them back on.

But it was different for the Gu family. Except for the day he was first brought back, when the Gu family prepared a room, a bed and necessary supplies, no one took care of him after he was driven to the basement.

Wen Yinuo began to learn to do all this by himself——

Wash your own sheets and quilt covers by hand, change them yourself, and go to the hospital alone when you are sick.

The sixteen-year-old child, who was raised and spoiled by his mother and brother at home, had to solve everything on his own except living in the Gu family's basement.

"Should I thank them?" Wen Yinuo, who had put on the sheets and quilt, lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling and muttering to himself.

No, I shouldn't thank them. Wen Yinuo answered himself.

Even without the Gu family, Wen Yinuo, who was alone in Wan Village, would still learn these skills.

But compared to being at Gu's house, he would be much more comfortable and happy.

With his eyes closed and thinking, Wen Yinuo gradually fell asleep.