The love of rebirth of a wealthy family Guan Fengyue

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Hou Jia had a dream.In the dream, he was still a little boy.Different from his original experience, he in the dream is a child of a century-old family, very noble.

As a commoner in Dousheng, Hou Yan instinctively felt that the person in his dream was not himself.However, every word and deed of the person in the dream seems to be interpreted by him.

In this dream, he is not an orphan without father and mother.He has parents and an elder brother who is perverse, and they live happily together.And this kind of scene didn't last long, as if the fast-forward button was pressed, he could remember every move of the people inside, but it seemed that it had passed in the blink of an eye.

His parents died, and his elder brother supported the precarious family alone.After several near-death murders, his elder brother resolutely decided to send him to his family friend's family.

At that moment, Hou Jia was in a dream, and this seemingly real dream suddenly seemed to be coated with a layer of color, and it suddenly became vivid.In terms of literature and art, the original owner met a person, and then he forgave all the suffering that life gave him.That day, he was sent to Li's house and met Li Siheng.

Hou Yan knew that this was the emotion of the original owner, but he felt the same as hell.

Li Siheng's careless care when he was a teenager, and the silent protection when he was most vulnerable, Li Siheng did it casually, as if it was a matter of course, but the original owner just couldn't forget it and chattered endlessly.

In an instant, the surrounding emotions surrounded Hou Jia fiercely, almost burning all his rationality.Hou Yan would not believe that he would like someone to death like the original owner.However, when he looked at the young man in his dream, he felt his heart beating like a drum with just one glance.

Li Siheng was the light that pierced through the darkness of the original owner in the dark youthful years, and shone through the cracks.

This was an extremely hypocritical metaphor, but Hou Jia didn't know how to describe the original owner's feelings for Li Siheng other than this metaphor.Moreover, he knew for sure that no matter how deliberately he forgot in the future, Hou Yan, who had accepted the original owner's memory, would never be able to see Li Siheng as an ordinary passerby.

The original owner has the same name as him, and he has all the memories of the original owner.Hou Yan was a little dazed, he couldn't separate the original owner from himself, this was a body he was very unfamiliar with, but he didn't feel repelled at all.If nothing else happened, Hou Jia knew that for the rest of his life, he would carry these memories of the original owner and spend the rest of his life in the body of the original owner.

Hou Jia is Hou Jia.It seems that there is no so-called rebirth, and there is no so-called loss, it is just the fusion of two souls.Hou Yan seemed to hear the faint heartbeat deep in his chest, which slowly coincided with his own.

Opening his eyes suddenly, Hou Yan subconsciously touched the head of the bed.There was nothing on the bedside, except for the watch that he used to put on the bedside.

The action was too violent, involving the wound on the wrist.Hou Yan stuck the pain in his throat, bit his lower lip tightly, and then used his other hand to take out the mobile phone under the pillow.

04:30am.

Hou Qi just lay down with Hou Jia for a while, and rushed back to the company to deal with the contract after he fell asleep.So at this moment, there is only Hou Jia in the ward.After sleeping too much during the day, Hou Yan can't sleep now.Flipping the phone in his hand casually, the digital password for the lock screen is not difficult for him.

1011.

This is the day when the original owner and Li Siheng met.Hou Jia groaned secretly.The little sissy is quite artistic, how can any normal person remember this joke.

Suddenly, Hou Jia paused.Rumor has it that he was brought in by the head nurse, and even contacted his brother on his own initiative.Then the head nurse is quite amazing, he must have some special skills, otherwise, who would have found his home without reporting his address, and cracked his mobile phone lock screen password?

Feeling that there were too many slots, Hou Yan chuckled, stopped thinking about it, and continued to flip through the original owner's phone.

The screensaver on the original owner's phone was normal, and it hadn't been replaced with Li Siheng's photo or anything.In fact, Hou Yan rummaged through the phone, but only found a screenshot in the phone's photo album.

It was a screenshot of a certain wave news, and the title was "Li's general manager is replaced, the candidate may be the grandson of the chairman".In the face of all kinds of entertainment news, it is not uncommon for Li Shi to change a general manager, so he is not qualified to make headlines, and the photo of Li Shi's new general manager only occupies the entire newspaper a small corner of the

But such a small photo was carefully intercepted by the original owner and placed in the last photo of the album.Hou Yan moved his fingers, tapped a few times, and pressed the delete button on it.

Subconsciously clicked the button on the right.On the phone he used to use, the button on the right was "OK", but on this phone, the button on the right was "Cancel".

The screen jumps away.Hou Yan brushed the broken hair on his forehead and shrugged.Forget it, after all, this is the last memory of the original owner. Whether it is obsession or extravagant hope, it has nothing to do with him.Anyway, it's irrelevant, so it doesn't matter if he helps the original owner to save it.

The only light in the ward was dimmed, and the morning light outside the window was only blocked by thick curtains.Hou Yan put the mobile phone in his hand on the head of the bed and lay down on the bed again.

He has always been lazy. When his old man was around, he would always dig him out of bed and force him to walk with him, accumulating materials by the way.Later, after the old man passed away, Hou Jia immediately showed his true colors. Even if he couldn't sleep, he always liked to lie in the warm bed.

Just lying down like this, I actually fell asleep.

What awakened Hou Jia was a scent.Hou Qi didn't care whether the chicken soup he drank in the morning was greasy or not, he felt that his younger brother was too thin, and after going through such a catastrophe this time, he really needed to make up for it.And the auntie who cooks at home watched their brothers grow up, and when she heard that Hou Jia was injured, she got up early and made chicken soup for Hou Qi to bring over.

Hou Qicai opened the lid of the thermos cup, and Hou Yan sat up from the bed as if by conditioned reflex.The boy's face was ruddy after sleeping, but it looked much better than yesterday's paleness.

"Hurry up. Go wash your face and eat later." Hou Qi casually gave Hou Jia some instructions, and then set up breakfast.There is a small table in the ward for patients to eat on the bed, but Hou Qi doesn't plan to use it.He arranged the meal made by his aunt on the coffee table, and moved two low sofas over.

Auntie's craftsmanship is very good, the chicken soup is rich and fragrant, but the color is clear and golden, and it doesn't feel too greasy.In addition to the cup of chicken soup, Auntie also cooked millet porridge and mixed a few dishes of refreshing side dishes.Breakfast is obviously for two people, in order to bring food to Hou Jia, Hou Qi didn't have time to eat it in the morning.

At this time, Hou Jia came out of the bathroom.He washed his hair casually, and the broken hair on his forehead was pushed back by him, exposing the youth's smooth forehead.He didn't wipe it off, and the tips of Hou Jia's hair were still dripping with water.It's summer now, and it's not very cold.Hou Qi glanced at it and didn't say much.

Hou Yan voluntarily sat down on the seat where the chicken soup was placed.The two brothers stopped talking and started breakfast in silence.It's not that their feelings are weak, it's just that the habit of eating and sleeping without talking that has been formed since childhood is not easy to break.Although Hou Yan did not really come from a wealthy family, he grew up with his master, and his master's requirements for him in terms of food, clothing and housing were no lower than those of these wealthy families.

Hou Qi ate a little faster than Hou Jia.When Hou Jia was drinking the last mouthful of porridge, Hou Qi put down his chopsticks.He looked at his younger brother who was drinking porridge, and suddenly said, "Your university is about to start. The injury on your hand is still not healed. Do you want me to ask for leave?"

Hou Yan almost wanted to spit out a mouthful of porridge.But the reality was far less dramatic. He just silently swallowed the last bite of food, and then stared at his wrist for a while, assessing its recovery.If it was his former body, such an injury would be healed after a few months of recuperation.But now, this little sissy has delicate skin and tender flesh, and she has not been injured at first glance.So how long it will be better, he really can't be sure.

Hou Yan's most precious thing is nothing more than these hands.So, on the issue of these hands, he never takes it lightly.

"En. Thank you, brother." The well-behaved Dian Lei nodded, and the young man's slender chin nodded lightly, and his eyes naturally revealed a look of trust.Hou Yan naturally couldn't make such an expression, but when he said "um", his body automatically reacted like this.

Hou Qi smiled.He took out his mobile phone and edited the text message, and the assistance that was on call at any time quickly completed the matter.

The original owner was an art candidate, focusing on drawing.Hou Jia expressed his delight at this.Because as a jade carver, composition is the most basic homework. If you can learn it systematically, it will also benefit his future development.

Hou Yan never wanted to stop his career, not to mention that in this life, he has taken advantage of the favorable location and harmony.Hou Yan knew what it meant to be reborn in a wealthy family, especially a wealthy family whose main business was the development of rough stones.This means that he has more opportunities to get in touch with good materials, and also has more opportunities to complete handed down masterpieces.

Unexpected work.

This is the most common and embarrassing thing in the jade and jadeite industry in recent years.Even Hou Jia himself carved many bricks before he made a name for himself in the jade carving world.

It can be said that the money and energy needed to train a jade carver is beyond everyone's imagination. Moreover, under the impact of relatively low-cost machine carving and semi-machine carving, the profession of jade carver has become more and more declining.

However, so what?Handwork will never be replaced by machines, because each of its works is unique and irreplaceable.Hou Yan lowered his head, staring at his own pair of white and flawless hands, which are extremely sensitive, which is a rare gift from the gods for jade carvers.

Gently shaking hands, Hou Yan evoked a smile.The reputation accumulated in the past ten years was destroyed, and he no longer had the protection of his master.However, he has ten years more experience and experience than before. If he wants to reach the height of his previous life, it is only a matter of time.

Moreover, what Hou Yan wants is not just to copy his previous achievements.What he wants is to go further.Jade Carver Master Jade Carver, Hou Yan never felt that he had reached the level of a "teacher" in his previous life. He also understood that he was at best a jade craftsman.

However, this life is different.He is already one step ahead of others, if he has not reached the level of master, I am afraid that he will despise himself.

That being the case, then, let's get started.

Hou Jia smiled, a gleam in his eyes.