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

Day 6, December 31st morning.

Wen Yinuo, contrary to his behavior in the past few days, came out of the basement before 8:30.

I happened to run into the Gu family who were having breakfast in the restaurant.

The moment Father Gu saw Wen Yinuo, his face darkened.

Tomorrow is Gu Ran’s birthday. What does Wen Yinuo want to do by coming out so early today?

Father Gu thought for a while and was about to warn Wen Yinuo again not to do anything naughty in the next two days, but Wen Yinuo didn't even look at them, and just opened the door and left.

"What does he want to do now?" asked Mother Gu with concern.

Father Gu hesitated for a moment: "...No matter what he wants to do, as long as he doesn't ruin Ranran's coming-of-age party."

Gu Huaiyi also nodded: "I have observed Wen Yinuo for several days, he is fine."

"Mom, you don't have to worry about him."

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While they were talking, Wen Yinuo had already stepped out of the Gu family's door.

He did not leave immediately, but turned around and looked up at the place that had trapped him for four years.

This was clearly a place where they lived with their blood relatives, but in the past four years, it had never given the Wen Yinuo family any warmth.

Some are just accusations, distrust, ridicule, sarcasm and bullying.

It even caused Wen Yinuo to lose his most precious hand.

"Goodbye." Wen Yinuo murmured, and described the Gu family with his eyes, "No, never see you again."

Then without any hesitation, he turned and left.

9: 07.

Gu Ran got up and went downstairs to have breakfast. Wen Yinuo bought a few flowers at the flower shop outside the airport and gave them to the airport security personnel.

11: 00.

The Gu family accompanied Gu Ran to try on clothes for tomorrow, and Wen Yinuo boarded the plane back to Qiongzhou.

Four and a half hours later, Wen Yinuo arrived in Qiongzhou.

After several hours of travel, Wen Yinuo arrived at Wan Village, where he had lived before going to Gu's house, before the starting point, carrying a big bouquet of flowers.

Compared with four years ago, Bay Village has changed tremendously.

The once low-rise bungalows have all become two-story buildings. At first glance, if it weren't for the location in his mobile phone, Wen Yinuo would have suspected that he had walked into the wrong place.

He stood at the entrance of the village, looking at his hometown which was completely different from his memory. For a moment, he didn't even have the courage to go in.

After an unknown amount of time, I heard footsteps and the sound of crutches.

An old voice came from behind my ear: "You are...?"

"That kid Nono?"

Wen Yinuo was startled and almost dropped the flowers in his hand.

He didn't know how he turned his head, but suddenly an old but familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Grandpa Zhang." Wen Yinuo's Adam's apple rolled and he spoke in a cryptic voice, "How did you recognize me?"

The old man's face was full of pride: "Hey, with my eyes, I can recognize you even from 200 meters away."

"Especially Nono, you haven't changed much since four years ago."

Wen Yinuo put his right hand behind his back and smiled faintly: "I am already twenty years old this year, how could I not have changed."

The old man waved his hand in disapproval: "It really hasn't changed."

"Nono, tell me honestly, have your biological parents bullied you? If so, don't go back now that you are here."

"Our Wan Village is better now than before."

Wen Yinuo walked forward and took the old man's hand affectionately: "It's nothing, grandpa, they are very good to me."

The old man looked at him and said, "For your own good? Then why did you come back this time?"

Wen Yinuo was still smiling: "Come back to see mom and you guys."

"Although I have returned to my biological parents now, I cannot forget my roots."

"You are my relatives too."

The old man snorted coldly: "Then you haven't come back for four years."

"I was busy with school." Wen Yinuo held back the tears in his eyes, "Now that I have time, I will come back."

The old man was silent for a moment: "Then when are you leaving? Although your house is still there, no one has lived there for many years."

"How about staying at my house tonight?"

"No need." Wen Yinuo smiled gently, "I'll go see my mother and leave."

The old man paused, sighed, and said nothing more: "Okay, I'll take you there."

"No need, Grandpa." Wen Yinuo let go of his hand, "I can find it, I can go by myself."

The old man looked slightly disapproving: "You haven't been back for four years. You don't know that the roads here have changed a lot now."

A simple sentence made Wen Yinuo realize more deeply that this was not the same as before.

He has been homeless for a long time.

Although his heart ached to the point of bleeding, Wen Yinuo still smiled calmly and gently when facing the old man:

"I have a cell phone, I can navigate to the cemetery."

"Grandpa Zhang, you are so old now, don't worry about taking care of me anymore."

The old man was a little angry: "I am old and useless, right?"

Wen Yinuo smiled flatteringly: "No, no, I'm just afraid that Uncle Zhang and the others will worry."

As he spoke, he led the old man in the direction of his memory.

The old man’s home is still there, but it has changed completely.

Only after sending the old man home safely did Wen Yinuo get up and leave.

He held the flowers, looked at the navigation, and walked towards the cemetery behind the village according to his memory.

The cemetery is still the same cemetery, without any changes, except that the road leading to the cemetery is much cleaner and smoother.

Wen Yinuo held the flowers and started from the seventh row, looking at them one by one, and finally saw his mother's tombstone at the end.

He placed the flowers in front of Wen Jian's tombstone, and instead of kneeling, he sat down with his back against the tombstone.

"Mom, long time no see." Wen Yinuo looked up at the stars in the sky, "No, it seems like not long."

It hasn’t even been five years since Wen Jian passed away.

"But I always feel like a long time has passed." Wen Yinuo began to cry unconsciously again, "Mom, tell me, isn't this similar to how you used to say fifteen minutes turned into half an hour?"

There was no human voice, only the rustling of the wind through the low bushes in the cemetery.

"In fact, I started missing you the first day you left, mom." Wen Yinuo curled up in front of the tombstone with his legs hugged. "At that time, I came to see you every day, but you never saw me."

“I’m not even in my dreams.”

The wind was getting louder.

Wen Yinuo's tears and nosebleed mixed together and fell. He looked down at the dirty ground, with visible panic on his face.

"I'm sorry, mom. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry." The young man said as he wiped the tears and blood dripping on the ground with his sleeve, "I made your tombstone dirty."

"But mom, I really didn't mean it. I just... I'm just sick."

"Can you please stop disliking me?"

"I only have you..."

If his mother also dislikes him, he will really have nothing.