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

Fu Jincheng felt that he was extremely smart.

According to Wen Yinuo's current mental and psychological state, it would absolutely not work to directly tell the boy that Anton was his blood-related brother and subordinate.

But Anton has known me for many years, and although he is a little bit stupid, he always gets into trouble.

But after all, he was someone I could trust absolutely when even my life was threatened.

It's not a good idea to just get by with ordinary relationships.

I'm sorry Anton, and it's also disrespectful to Wen Yinuo.

It just so happens that the analogy between the emperor and his personal eunuch can explain it perfectly.

Anton was numb.

Although he is not Chinese, he can still fully understand the internationally famous word "eunuch".

I can understand why Fu Jincheng didn't say that I was his younger brother.

But...why! Use! eunuchs as an analogy!

Fu Jincheng didn't think there was anything wrong with this analogy. He was even a little complacent about this answer.

Wen Yinuo still felt that something was wrong, but before he could think about it, Anton, who was threatened by Fu Jincheng's eyes, spoke and interrupted the boy's thoughts.

"Oh, yes, yes." Anton took it up without hesitation, "That's it."

Wen Yinuo wanted to say something, but Anton could not stand still because Fu Jincheng was staring at him with a deathly gaze.

Anton answered the phone in a way that was designed to cover up his mistakes, and made up a ridiculous excuse like "the dog my grandma has raised for 18 years is about to give birth," and quickly ran away.

The speed was so fast that afterimages appeared.

Wen Yinuo waited until Anton completely disappeared before he suddenly came to his senses and let go of Fu Jincheng's hand.

The young man was lost for a moment, but he immediately adjusted himself and took the boy's naturally drooping, relaxed hands and said, "Let's go home now."

Wen Yinuo remained silent until he got on the car, then he looked up.

The black and white eyes, without a trace of mixed colors, met Fu Jincheng's eyes through the rearview mirror, and said without thinking: "Brother, you trust that golden-haired foreigner very much."

Fu Jincheng's hands on the steering wheel shook and he almost slipped.

Why does this sound so much like a reckoning?

Wen Yinuo looked at the obviously nervous young man in the driver's seat, and a noticeable curve appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Is Fu Jincheng nervous because of what he said? Is he afraid of being alienated by himself because of this matter?

But he meant it literally.

At most, it can add happiness.

After leaving home, Brother Gaoxing also met someone he could trust.

After looking at the nervous green eyes in the rearview mirror again, Wen Yinuo closed his eyes and said in a relaxed tone:

"Brother, why are you still standing there? Didn't you say you would take me home?"

"Hurry up."

Fu Jincheng quickly came to his senses and started the car.

There was no conversation along the way, and Fu Jincheng was observing the boy who was sleeping with his eyes closed in the back seat through the rearview mirror.

After driving more than two-thirds of the way home, Wen Yinuo, who had kept his eyes closed, opened them.

He didn't look at Fu Jincheng this time. He just leaned against the car window, watching the beach and tall coconut trees passing by quickly outside.

As he watched, Wen Yinuo felt his eyes and nose a little sore.

The boy took out a wet tissue to wipe off the sourness and continued to lie on the car window.

Fu Jincheng consciously slowed down the car.

The scenery outside the car window was receding at a slower speed. Seeing the tall trees outside without any change in more than ten years, the bitterness that had just disappeared from Wen Yinuo's eyes resurfaced.

He blinked hard several times and suppressed the bitterness again.

"Brother." Looking at the familiar golden beach outside, Wen Yinuo spoke in a hoarse voice, "Do you still remember this place?"

Fu Jincheng drove the car into a roadside parking space, opened the door and got out of the car, standing by the car window where Wen Yinuo was lying, his eyes vaguely cast into the air, unfocused.

It’s like looking through the air, back many years.

"I remember." He raised his hand and rubbed the boy's messy hair, "Mom used to bring us here to play."

Wen Jian is an extraordinary woman.

She came to Wan Village not much earlier than she picked up Fu Jincheng, but within less than three months, everyone in Wan Village admired her from the bottom of their hearts.

What Fu Jincheng and Wen Yinuo saw with their own eyes in their memories, and what they heard the people in Wan Village mention intentionally or unintentionally, all showed that Wen Jian seemed to know everything.

Whether it is repairing common household appliances, judging the weather by the tides, or treating common diseases, Wen Jian has all kinds of skills, useful and useless.

Especially her Suzhou embroidery skills, which made Wen Jian popular even in a small place like Wancun, where people would spend five or six figures to buy her products.

Wen Jian had never hidden these things from Fu Jincheng.

But every time, whenever they asked Wen Jian where she came from or what she did before because of something she knew, Wen Jian would always smile and say nothing.

The most I can answer is that she used to be an ordinary person, and now, in addition to being an ordinary person, she is also a mother of two children.

Only when they were on this beach would Wen Jian say a few more words.

She told Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng that she had drifted on the sea for a long time and finally landed on the beach.

Tell them that their original home was on the other side of the beach.

But Wen Jian didn't want to say more.

Often in the end, Wen Jian would sit on the highest rock on the beach, while Fu Jincheng took Wen Yinuo to play on the beach.

The two children had enough fun and returned to the stone, waiting for Wen Jian to come down and take them home.

At that time, this place had not been developed and planned as a tourist attraction. Everything was in its most natural state.

"Which day was it?" Wen Yinuo's eyes fell on the blue sea. "This place has been incorporated into the tourism development, and the big rock on the beach is gone."

"My mother would bring us here at first, but later on, she stopped coming."

Just let them play by themselves.

Fu Jincheng didn't answer.

Having lived two lives, the things that happened in the past two years and the things that he remembered most clearly were things related to Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian. He still remembered them clearly.

If you ask him to tell you the time when he brought Wen Yinuo to play later, he can tell you clearly, but if you ask him to tell you when the rock that Wen Jian liked to sit on the beach disappeared, he really can't remember.

Fortunately, Wen Yinuo didn't ask him to give an answer to this question.

The boy's gaze fell on the place where the stone was before on the beach, and the voice seemed to come from the deepest part of time:

“I heard that this place is going to be replanned again.”

"You left not long after that last time."

"My mother left later."

Fu Jincheng felt as if a huge rock was blocking his chest. He felt suffocated and unable to speak.

After a long time, he just said the word "I" and was interrupted by the tearful almond eyes of the young man who raised his face.

"Brother." Wen Yinuo looked at Fu Jincheng, who was no longer a teenager, and his voice was trembling, "This beach is about to change again."

"Will you leave this time?"