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

The blinding lightning streaked across the sky, tearing a scar in the night sky.

In the heavy rain and on New Year's Eve, everyone in Wan Village stayed in their clean and warm homes with their loved ones.

Only Wen Yinuo left the cemetery in a daze amidst the endless rain.

He stood at the entrance of the village for a while and checked the time.

There are still more than two hours until twelve o'clock.

At that moment, Wen Yinuo changed his plan.

He turned around and went back to the village, following his memory to find the courtyard where he and Wen Jian once lived.

The old courtyard seemed out of place among the uniform small buildings in Wan Village, but it gave Wen Yinuo a sense of belonging that he had never felt in four years.

He stood in the heavy rain, staring at the courtyard with closed gate for a while, then he walked into the courtyard with heavy steps.

The courtyard door was locked and he couldn't open it.

Fortunately, the surrounding fences were not high, and with a little effort, I could climb over.

After climbing into the courtyard, everything he saw brought back Wen Yinuo's memories.

The iron nail on the courtyard door is used to record his height.

The rotten little swing was made for Wen Jian by someone who paid him several hundred dollars.

A little further inside, there is an abandoned water tank. When he was seven or eight years old, he was naughty and brought coal to throw into the water tank.

Wen Jian scolded him severely.

There is a jar in the upper left corner. Every time he and his brother secretly ate something that Wen Jian did not allow them to eat, they would throw the garbage into the jar, and then take it out to throw away when Wen Jian was not around.

Further ahead are five rooms lined up in a row, facing north and south.

There is a smaller courtyard in the upper right corner, which is the kitchen.

Wen Yinuo walked to the left side of the kitchen, squatted down, and reached his hand into the potted plant next to him that had already died.

After searching for a while, he found a rusty key.

It is the key to open the door of your home.

Wen Yinuo held the key and hesitated for a long time, but finally the desire to go back and take another look prevailed.

When he opened the door, everything inside was still the same as he remembered.

In this room full of memories, the only one who has changed beyond all recognition is Wen Yinuo himself.

There was electricity in the room, but Wen Yinuo did not turn on the lights or the flashlight on his mobile phone.

After walking around in the dark for several times, Wen Yinuo put the key on the table in the dining room.

When passing by the next room, Wen Yinuo paused.

"Brother." He squatted down and touched the flower pot, "All the flowers you planted for me are dead."

"Are you dead too?"

If he wasn't dead, why didn't anyone come to see him in seven years?

"Tsk, forget it." Wen Yinuo stood up and kicked the flower pot. "I don't care whether you are dead or not. Anyway, if we can meet, I will definitely not forgive you easily."

"At least... find me seven transparent conches."

The flowerpot shattered at the sound.

Wen Yinuo left the room, locked the door, climbed out of the yard skillfully, and walked towards the cliff by the sea that had an excellent view in his memory.

It was very strange. With Wen Yinuo's physical condition, he should have been more tired and unable to walk after being caught in the rain.

But he felt very relaxed now.

Not only did my steps become lighter, but even the pain all over my body seemed to be very comfortable.

He hummed the lullaby that Wen Jian used to lull him to sleep and walked towards the cliff step by step.

Compared with the Bay Village, which has undergone tremendous changes, the cliff created by nature has not changed even a stone.

Wen Yinuo sat on a smooth stone at the edge of the cliff that had already been sat on by someone, and looked at the sea in the distance through the heavy rain.

There was not a trace of light in the stormy night, and the sky and the sea were as black as ink.

Wen Yinuo looked in a good mood and took out his mobile phone to take two photos.

But after taking the photos, he immediately deleted them.

There's no point in keeping it, he thought.

People are leaving soon, why keep the photos?

It would be better to keep an eye on the time and call the Gu family who are far away in Yanjing.

So that we don’t have to look for him again when we can’t contact him, and he won’t be able to rest in peace even after he dies.

Wen Yinuo stared at the ticking seconds, calculated the time to 23:45, and called Gu's father.

Unlike the last time he called at the hospital gate, although the ringing time lasted more than half a minute this time, Father Gu answered the phone the first time.

"It's a bit unexpected." Wen Yinuo said to Father Gu with a thick smile, "You didn't hang up on me?"

It's even stranger than the sun rising from the west.

Mr. Gu on the other end of the call breathed noticeably faster because of these words.

He deliberately suppressed his words so that Wen Yinuo wouldn't hear it: "Calling at this time, are you determined to make life difficult for your family?"

"I don't know if tomorrow is Ranran's birthday party, are you all busy?"

"I know. Of course I don't know." Wen Yinuo plucked a bunch of weeds and held them in his hand. "Then do you know what day it is today?"

Father Gu paused, his tone showing more displeasure: “Wen Yinuo, don’t make trouble for no reason.”

Wen Yinuo smiled coldly: "Just think of me as looking for trouble."

December 12st, his birthday.

Sure enough, no one remembered.

Father Gu: "...If you want to cause trouble, don't come back tomorrow."

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I remember that.” The young man’s voice was distorted in the heavy rain. “Not only tomorrow, I won’t be back anymore.”

Father Gu didn't notice anything, but was angry at Wen Yinuo's words.

But there was no chance to get a word in.

"Boss Gu, don't try to use your old tricks again and say that you gave birth to me and I owe you something since the day I was born."

"You know better than anyone how I've lived in the Gu family over the past few years. Not to mention the children who are with their biological parents, even dogs live better than me."

Father Gu: "That's because of you..."

"Shut up. You keep believing everything you hear because of this and that. Even a paramecium has more brains than you."

He said, watching the time ticking on the screen.

One minute left until midnight.

Wen Yinuo did not explain any more, and only left one last sentence for Father Gu:

"I have paid back what I owe you."

"I won't come back to disturb your family's life again."

After saying that, he hung up the phone and threw it into the deep sea under the cliff.

Counting down the last seconds, Wen Yinuo also reached the edge of the cliff.

When he reached zero, he smiled and whispered:

"Happy 20th birthday, Wen Yinuo."

The next moment, he fell backwards without any hesitation.

The moment the feeling of weightlessness came over him, memories of his short life flashed before his eyes like a kaleidoscope.

The last thing that was frozen in time was Wen Jian’s gentle smile on her face.

He knew that it was his mother who came to pick him up.

He closed his eyes, smiled faintly, and fell into the surging sea.

Before the last trace of consciousness dissipated, Wen Yinuo thought that the world was indeed a good place.

But he didn't want to come again.

……

The heavy rain on New Year's Eve lasted all night, washing away all traces of the old year.

No one knew that on that rainy night, a young life was lost.

People are saying that the first day of the new year is a sunny day.

This year will be a good year.