Such peaceful days did not last long, and someone from the Wen family came.
It was earlier than Wen Chuo imagined, a full year earlier. Perhaps since his rebirth, the wings fanned by this little butterfly invisibly changed the trajectory of his previous life.
Uncle Rong stood outside the door and looked at the young man with a bright front. He hesitated for a while, not knowing what to call him.
After Liu Ruoqing left with Wen Chuo, Fan Qiuyun did not allow the Wen family to talk about them again, and Wen Tianhao naturally took the place of the eldest young master. Even if the outside world vaguely knew about this entanglement in the past, they didn't pay much attention to it. After all The story of the junior third is not uncommon.
Whoever wins is the winner. Obviously, Fan Qiuyun was superior in skills back then.
Uncle Rong is Wen Jincheng's secretary. Although he has not been biased towards one side over the years, he has received a lot of favors from Fan Qiu's mica sons. To a certain extent, he does not want Wen Chuo to go back to take over the company.
"Master," Uncle Rong finally said, "Is it convenient to chat?"
Wen Chuo felt sarcastic when he heard the title. Without saying a word, he raised his hand to close the door, but was blocked by Uncle Rong: "The chairman sent me here, he knows that you have suffered a lot over the years, no matter what. In this way, evasion is not the way, I hope you can have a frank talk with me."
He looked into the door, obviously wanting to go in, but Wen Chuo blocked his sight with his body, and the two stood silently.
Uncle Rong said: "I'm just running errands. I can't deal with the chairman when I go back. Whether it's successful or not, you have to give me a chance and let me make it clear."
Bai Yang was still inside, and Wen Chuo didn't really want to quarrel at the door, or perhaps he had already passed the age of anger, and swearing and cursing were meaningless. Looking at Uncle Rong's sincere face, a cold, expressionless expression flashed in his eyes. Said: "Go downstairs and wait."
Then he closed the door with a bang.
Seeing people coming from the Wen family, Wen Chuo thought he would be very excited, but in fact, his heart was as calm as a pool of stagnant water, with no joy or hatred, as if those people were just clouds of the past, who died long ago in his previous life. Scattered clean.
He stood there and walked into the bedroom after a moment of ecstasy. Bai Yang had a fever and was lying on the bed listlessly. The news came in, lifted his heavy eyelids, and sat up with great effort.
Wen Chuo thought he would ask something, but there was silence in his ears, and after a while, he took the initiative to speak,
"You have a good rest, I'll go down and buy you some medicine."
As soon as these words came out, Bai Yang suddenly raised his head and grabbed his hand. For a moment, Wen Chuo felt that his wrist bone was about to be crushed by him, and his face showed some forbearable pain. Just as he was about to say something, Bai Yang He quietly let go of him.
"come back earlier."
Bai Yang withdrew his hand, his lips were a little dry, he fixedly looked at Wen Chuo, and repeated: "Come back soon..."
Wen Chuo leaned over and hugged him, inexplicably felt a lot thinner, put his hand into the quilt, rubbed his waist for him, and then asked in a low voice, "Does it still hurt?"
Bai Yang leaned against his shoulder and shook his head silently.
Wen Chuo went out. He walked down the stairs and found that Uncle Rong was still waiting patiently at the entrance of the alley. He went straight to the nearby canteen to buy a pack of cigarettes, raised his eyelids, and said meaningfully, "If you have something to say, say it. "
Uncle Rong was not used to talking on the street. He looked around and found that the crowd was crowded: "How about we find a cleaner place?"
"There is no clean place here," Wen Chuo sneered, then raised his chin at the black car in the distance, "Tell me from the car."
Uncle Rong could only agree, and respectfully opened the car door for him, then drove the driver out and sat next to Wen Chuo, the small car was filled with the smell of smoke for a moment.
Uncle Rong paused for a while and then said, "The chairman has not been in good health in recent years. In fact, he has always missed you. Although the divorce from his wife was not what he wanted, in the end he owes you a lot, and now I want to do my best. Make up, take you back to Wen’s house…”
Wen Chuo has been puffing up clouds and mist, making it difficult for people to see what he is thinking, Uncle Rong can only bite the bullet and continue: "After all, that person has a bad heart and won't live long, the chairman's selfishness still treats you As the heir, you will take over the company in the future."
At this time, the Wen family was already an empty shell, and it would not be an exaggeration to say it was a mess. Wen Jincheng brought him back just to stabilize people's hearts and treat him as a controllable puppet. After Wen Chuo took over the company in his previous life, he has been In the midst of busy cleaning up the mess and non-stop filling the funding loopholes, it can be said that Wen Chuo paid all the sins of the old thing.
If you change someone, maybe they will go back happily. Wen Tianhao is a short-lived ghost. Wen Jincheng will not be able to give birth to children when he is too old. He will be able to boil them all to death after a few years, and then he will take over without any effort smell home.
Wen Chuo was flustered by the smoke, raised his eyes slightly, but in Uncle Rong's eyes it was a gesture of movement, he started to slap, gave a sweet jujube, and turned the conversation slightly: "It's just that if you want to go back, you can only use The identity of the second young master, that is to say, Ms. Fan Qiuyun is your nominal mother to the outside world. The chairman knows that this is a bit too much, but for the sake of the reputation of the Wen family..."
Wen Chuo couldn't help laughing out loud. He always thought that he had no other advantages except being able to play games. He didn't expect that he would have to add one more now. Crazy, you can agree to such a disgraceful and humiliating condition.
Wen Chuo wiped the tears from his laughter and asked, "Does the Wen family still have a reputation? Ah?"
Uncle Rong's complexion changed slightly, and he was unsure of his attitude for a while. He was thinking about how to answer when he suddenly stopped laughing and stared at the scenery outside the car window with an unpredictable expression: "After all, the father and son are together, let me follow him. Let's talk."
Uncle Rong thought it was reasonable, so he responded, dialed a number, said something to the other end, and handed over the phone.
Wen Chuo took the phone, the expression on his face was close to indifference, there was a heart-piercing cough from the other end of the phone, and then a slightly old voice sounded: "A Chuo?"
Wen Chuo said, "It's me."
Wen Jincheng is very old, and occasionally appears on the news, but he can't recognize what he looked like back then, but his tone is still as high as he remembers: "Well, don't play your temper, come back early."
It was as if Wen Chuo had stayed in this place for more than ten years, and all his faults had nothing to do with him.
Wen Chuo asked, "How is your health?"
Wen Jincheng coughed again, his voice was muddy and a little breathless: "That's it."
Wen Chuo smiled: "Dead early and live early, people like you are a waste of air. When Wen Tianhao dies, you Wen's family will wait for the death of children and grandchildren."
Anyway, he and Bai Yang can't have children.
After Wen Chuo finished speaking, he hung up the phone directly, then threw the phone back in Uncle Rong's wide eyes, got out of the car without hesitation, and closed the door with a bang.
so stupid, so stupid...
Wen Chuo really didn't understand why he had been blinded by lard in his last life, but he actually returned to Wen's house.
He boiled Wen Tianhao to death, Wen Jincheng died, Fan Qiuyun also lost his beloved son, and his hair was withered. In his previous life, Wen Chuo was really alone. When he turned around, Bai Yang was no longer there.
At that time, he wanted everything, but in the end he didn't get anything, except for the money, he ended up empty-handed, but what's the use of asking for so much money, Wen Chuo was not happy at all.
Why did he really leave that fool here...
Wen Chuo walked straight to the pharmacy, but Uncle Rong didn't catch up. The black car stopped for a while and drove away, rolling up withered leaves all over the place.
Time is something that can't be stopped. The group of people who played with Wen Chuo went out to earn money to support their family when they were old, and Lightning had already packed up and went to the big city. They came and went, and they stayed with him in the end. Yes, as if there were only poplars.
When Wen Chuo came back, he was standing in front of the window, as if he was playing with the plants in the flowerpot. He heard the movement of the door, and paused for a moment, but didn't look up.
"The medicine is on the table, remember to take it."
After Wen Chuo finished speaking, he entered the room. For a while, he could only hear the sound of the cabinet door opening and closing. After a while, he came out and put on his shoes at the door: "I'll go out to buy something, I'll be back later."
Bai Yang walked into the room and saw a duffel bag full of clothes on the ground. The zipper was pulled halfway, revealing half of the black shirt sleeve, bulging, as if it would be burst in the next second.
Uncontrollable, his knees bent down a little, and finally touched the cold tiles.
The afterglow of the setting sun can be seen outside the window, the sky is full of sunset rays, still beautiful and serene, poplar opens the duffel bag, which is filled with clothes randomly stuffed in, trousers are wrapped in pajamas, sleeves are wrapped together, spring, summer, autumn and winter are mixed, like a spider web. Just as messy.
He took out the clothes and folded them one by one without leaving any creases. They put them in flat and neat, there were more vacancies than before. The cold weather in late autumn eroded the bones every inch, and the knees became numb in a short time.
Bai Yang opened the closet, put two more sweaters in, and re-zipped the zipper.
After doing all this, he seemed to have nothing to do. He leaned back against the bed, sat on the ground with his knees tucked, and buried his face deeply, motionless, as if falling asleep.
Wen Chuo came back with the newly bought suitcase, and when he saw Bai Yang's appearance, he suddenly jumped in shock and reached out to pick up the person: "Why are you sitting on the ground, it's so cold."
Holding Bai Yang, he tested the temperature on his forehead and found that it didn't burn, so he was relieved and said as if thinking of something: "By the way, pack your clothes and go to Z city with me the day after tomorrow."
Bai Yang paused when he heard the words, his eyes were confused, and his voice was a little hoarse: "What?"
Wen Chuo explained: "I saved some money, let's go to live in Z city, and check out with the third aunt tomorrow, sell what can be sold, and throw away what can't be sold, go there to buy new ones, and simply pack up your clothes. "
Wen Jincheng was so pretentious, and he was scolded by himself today and almost died of anger. Wen Chuo didn't think he would pick him up again, but exposing his address always made people uncomfortable, so it would be better to take this opportunity to leave Linxian.
After he finished speaking, seeing Bai Yang not moving, he scratched the back of his head in distress, and asked tentatively, "What's the matter, you... don't want to?"
It always feels impossible.
"… no."
Bai Yang shook his head, his expression still a little stunned, Wen Chuo was relieved after seeing this, and came over with two suitcases: "You and me, the rest are in luggage bags, don't use old clothes, just throw them away."
If the old clothes are thrown away, there may be nothing left.
Wen Chuo didn't know how to pack his luggage, so he didn't know where to start. Bai Yang put his arms around his waist from behind and put his chin on his shoulder. His voice was hoarse, like a feather stirring his heart: "I'll come."