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Chapter 5

Fang Linchuan was helpless against this person who declared his sovereignty from the beginning. He was very close to this person subconsciously, and he couldn't feel the slightest resentment. Instead, he felt a lot of guilt and grievance from time to time.

Seeing Wen Ce's posture, Fang Qing and Xu Juan urged him to show Fang Linchuan the old photos, hoping that he could think of something.Wen Ce shrugged his shoulders and smiled wryly: "The mobile phone was confiscated when I went abroad, and I didn't leave a single photo. Other ways... I don't think I still have photos or videos."

Fang Qing and Xu Juan were dumbfounded for a moment, then kept quiet and stopped talking.

Wen Ce comforted them two words in a gentle voice: "Uncle and aunt, it's actually nothing. Although you can't remember Linchuan's reaction clearly, you certainly don't remember everything. I'm very close to you, but I can't actually remember it." It’s nothing, I’ll just chase him one more time as it was at the beginning. This time there’s still a bit of groundwork, and I’m still brushing up on ‘deep memory’.”

Xu Juan was a little uneasy about his consolation, she always felt that she was sorry for others, and now it is not moral to teach others to comfort her.Guarding her uneasiness, she nodded apprehensively.

When Fang Linchuan left for City B, Fang Qing and Xu Juan also returned to City T.

Wen Ce didn't know where he had slipped away. Before that, he had been following Fang Linchuan almost every step of the way. When he asked him, he said, "Anyway, I also came here to exercise. I don't have anything serious to do. Besides, I just came here to find Fang Linchuan. Yours, now that you have found it, why do you not feel happy for yourself? Every day you know it, you just stand here and don’t look at it?"

Can't help but look at it?Fang Linchuan couldn't help thinking, but now that he was on the high-speed train to City B, he couldn't help feeling a little melancholy, as if something was missing around him.

He turned his head and looked, only the old man and the little girl.

Lonely as snow.

Fang Linchuan looked out the window, the snow in the north was thicker than that in the south, although it was only a little snow at this time, it was still drifting up and down.Looking at the scenery, Fang Linchuan felt a little dizzy and sleepy after a long time. He felt that the scene was very familiar in a daze, but it was fragmented like a dream that had just been tasted.

He was dizzy thinking about Wen Ce again.

Wen Ce is almost full of love words at his fingertips, without any psychological pressure. Shouldn't a person who has lived in Germany for many years have a little bit of German rigor and restraint?Why do you have to follow the French or Italian routine?

However, he didn't get tired of hearing it, and he took it for granted that it was for himself, otherwise who else would he say it to?Fang Linchuan didn't think he was a person who could fall in love at first sight. Although he believed in such a thing, as far as he was concerned, who knew that there were red hearts and black hearts under the skin?He didn't think he could see through a person's essence at a glance - the heaven-defying skills of the protagonists in some novels.

So he felt that his state was not right, otherwise he couldn't be caught by Wen Ce at a glance.

Fang Linchuan subconsciously touched the ring on his hand. He subconsciously liked the ring and wanted to wear it on his hand, as if swearing sovereignty, whether it was that person's sovereignty over him or his sovereignty over that person.

Fang Linchuan felt that during this period of time—no, since he met Wen Ce, his mind was always full of subconsciousness or subconsciousness. He had been wondering whether the relationship between the two of them was so good before—he knew he had amnesia , because I can remember the fragments of my previous life, and later I also remembered my parents, and forget about others.Now he felt that he must have forgotten something important.

Because he never asked seriously, nor did Wen Ce seriously answer him, what is the relationship between the two of them, or at least what was the relationship before.

If Wen Ce wanted to change the time, he would definitely go to City B with Fang Linchuan, but news came from Germany that the old man had passed away.Wen Ce's first reaction was that he hadn't had time to bring Fang Linchuan over to declare orthodoxy.

He came out to his family in Germany a long time ago, and there was a lot of trouble at the time, but because there may be a higher degree of acceptance there, the Wen family passed away earlier, and many of them almost grew up in Germany, and the whole family treated him very well. There were few voices against this matter.But those who opposed it were very strong, and one of them was the old man.

The Wen family is nothing in Germany, an ordinary immigrant family, doing some business, earning a little money, except that there are indeed more people, and it is far from reaching the level in the novel where the elders of a family consortium can suppress it in minutes The younger generation used this to create blood, but they also hired bodyguards once in order to get Wen Ce back.

The old man was said to be in charge of the Wen family, and when he was old, he gave birth to Wen Ce, and brought his mother and son to the house - it has been almost ten years since his original wife died.

The old man loves Wen Ce very much, but hopes that he will grow up in China, and he feels that it is much safer in China than abroad, so he raised Wen Ce in China since he was a child, and honed his skills. After finally getting him back, he found that the little boy "grew up" Crooked.The old man was very angry at first, but not to the point of having a heart attack.This time, it is said that he died of a heart attack.

Wen Ce rushed back to Germany overnight without jet lag, and went straight to his mother.

When Wen Ce entered the room, Christine was painting red nail polish on her hands, shaking the big waves of her shawl, and said directly: "You don't need to ask, MI, I'm so mad."

"..." So confident.

After all, he was also his own father. Although his feelings were not deep, Wen Ce asked, "Why did you piss him off? Can you cry ghosts and gods like I did when I came out of the closet?" He didn't know how to use this Chinese saying Brutely translated into English and said to his mother.

Christine didn't blink, and didn't pause at all, and said, "Oh, that's what you have to ask yourself, don't blame me after listening. He saw me having sex with a woman in my room." Wen Ce automatically Replacing that word with the localized "[beep]" makes me feel bad!

Christine glanced at him, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were not very visible under the cover of cosmetics, and he smiled wantonly and indulgently: "Why? I didn't want it at the beginning, and it wasn't that old guy who threatened my family. Sigh, It's my fault to be good-looking, it's my fault, I have pity on my little sister who is in love with me~" He hummed as he spoke.

"..." I feel like a fucking psycho.Wen Ce felt that he had digested a huge fact.In fact, it should be a big cake?

The old man's funeral was held soon. After the funeral, Wen Ce and Christine talked about Fang Linchuan, and Christine's eyes almost lit up: "I knew you were not bluffing, how could I give birth to a Straight man hahahaha."

"..."

"At most one year, I will bring someone to show you." Wen Ce said with a smile.

Christine gave him a good look this time: "Just bring it here and get the certificate, and then bring it to play, and you won't have this chance next time."

Wen Ce trembled inexplicably, and hurriedly bid farewell and returned home.

Wen Ce simply told Fang Linchuan the reason for going abroad. Two days later, he was busy with the funeral, but he didn't care about it. When he was about to return to China, he couldn't help but make a phone call. After getting off the high-speed rail, something happened on the way, and now I am in the hospital, there is no major problem.

Wen Ce immediately revised his schedule after returning to China, got off the plane and took a taxi to the hospital. As soon as he entered the ward door, he saw Fang Linchuan lying on the bed looking like he was going to die.

Both of them turned red at the same time.

Wen Ce felt distressed.Fang Linchuan was wronged, and all the emotions that had nowhere to vent were piled up in the corners of his eyes.

Wen Ce immediately stepped forward, but his voice became hoarse and he couldn't say anything.

How to explain his first reaction when he heard the news was, if the collision was not serious and he hit his head, is there any possibility of recovering his memory?

I also know that it is a bloody drama that I will never tire of listening to.

Fang Linchuan didn't show any signs of recovering his memory. Every time Wen Ce came to look at him after doing other things, he would see him staring at him with complicated expressions.A little creepy.

It will be winter vacation soon.

For people who work like them, they may be a little tired at ordinary times, but when it comes to vacations, they are similar to students, especially because they are not burdened with courses such as the third and third grades, nor are they bringing a group of ignorant Don't be too happy, little doll.

Fang Linchuan was discharged from the hospital a few days earlier than expected.His parents didn't come, because they received a phone call from Wen Ce who was very courteous. Wen Ce babbled that he would cook Fang Linchuan's three meals every day to replenish his body, and at least he would buy food suitable for his body at rest assured restaurants. I will stay with me in the hospital and take care of me, so I don’t have to worry about my work. I also told my father and mother to sleep well and eat well.

Fang Qing and Xu Juan knew what he meant as soon as they heard it. Fang Linchuan didn't need too many people to take care of him, and Wen Ce was still waiting for his favorability to achieve a positive result as soon as possible.

Fang Linchuan was bored at home and had nothing to do, and his legs were temporarily protected from too strenuous exercise, so Wen Ce insisted on supporting him—the main movement was to wrap his arms around his waist and support him with the other.Including when taking a shower.Fang Linchuan was a little annoyed, but Wen Ce looked at him with a playful smile for a while, and then he couldn't say anything.

There was nothing to do at home, and it was cold in winter and he didn't want to go out to play. Wen Ce frowned after learning about his extremely monotonous life for so many years, and urged him to develop a small hobby or something.

Fang Linchuan actually wants to develop his potential. He is very interested in Go, chess, brush calligraphy, Chinese painting, and various musical instruments. All in all, he has a wide range of hobbies, but none of them has really studied for many years, let alone Not to mention proficient, some of them are not suitable at this age.

Wen Ce thought for a while, then went out and bought a set of brush writing tools, and spread paper and ink with a smile. The commonly used solid ink or ink is actually not good for writing.After Wen Ce studied the ink for a while, he picked up the pen and dipped it, and wrote like dragons and snakes on the huge piece of rice paper.

Fang Linchuan was almost dumbfounded.

He suddenly remembered that when he was in junior high school and high school, he practiced brush calligraphy with other people. The scene was very familiar, but it was only a blurred image in his mind.

Wen Ce stuffed the pen into his hand, and continued to study ink by himself: "Do you think this looks like the old days, when the husband reads at night by the lamp for ten years, and the wife studies ink under the lamp and stays alone in the empty room?"

"..." The scene in Fang Linchuan's mind was instantly shattered.

When Fang Linchuan was about to write, he suddenly felt very unfamiliar. He had practiced too little these years, and it could even be said that he had hardly touched it, as if he was afraid of touching something.

Wen Ce walked up behind him, stretched out his hand to grab his hand, and the hot air he brought out while speaking hit his ears, itching a little: "How many years have you not practiced? Haven't touched it since I left? Oh, really With a little girl who has been guarding the 'cold kiln' for 18 years..." Fang Linchuan bumped him with red ears and dissatisfaction, and Wen Ce didn't continue.

Wen Ce held his hand, Fang Linchuan couldn't write down at all, and said helplessly, "Let me write it myself."

Wen Ce let go, sat aside, propped his chin, and stared at him intently.

Fang Linchuan's subordinates trembled uncontrollably.Wen Ce laughed out loud.