The bigot's heart is reborn

Chapter 202
Turning around, Mo Wenzhi was still standing outside the door.

"Don't come in yet?"

The opponent's figure froze, then bowed his head.

"Ah."

Footsteps sounded, and he entered the yard, but no matter what, he didn't look at the girl.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jiang Shu put down his things and started to leave.

"Wait a moment."

The voice was hoarse, as if cotton was blocked in the throat, but it was not unpleasant.

Jiang Shu stopped.

The man sighed.

"Do you know that tomorrow is a person's birthday, and this time of year is the most difficult day for me."

Jiang Shu's heart felt as if it had been cut by a knife when the voice fell, and also as if it had been hammered by gravity.

Tomorrow is her birthday in her previous life, big brother he
"That's right, it's you."

The tone of the last word dragged on a bit, and then said: "Your master's birthday."

"How about a drink with me?"

Jiang Shu raised his eyes and met those deep eyes, like smoke.

It's just that there was some mockery, sadness, and a trace of resentment.

Unknowingly, she nodded.

The man smiled slightly. Under the moonlight, his handsome face was especially charming.

Then, he turned around and entered the room.

Within a minute, he brought out several kinds of wine.

When Jiang Shu saw the wine, his face was calm, but his heart was touched.

Almost every kind was her favorite in her previous life.

Is this intentional, or a coincidence?
She stared at Mo Wenzhi's eyes, and couldn't help but look into it.

The man didn't seem to notice, put the thermos aside, looked at her and smiled.

"This, you can go home and bring it to your sister."

"Ok?"

Jiang Shu raised his face, a little confused.

Mo Wenzhi's usually serious face softened instantly.

"What are you confused about?"

"Oh, I forgot, we have a 16-year-old kid here."

As he said, he had already entered the kitchen in the courtyard.

In less than a minute, before the sound of footsteps approached, a sweet and creamy smell could not wait to enter the nostrils.

Jiang Shu looked up, Mo Wenzhi was holding a big cake in his hand.

There are no words on the cake, only the shape of a leaf.

Interestingly, there are sixteen candles on the cake.

When she was staring at the candles, Mo Wenzhi had already put down the cake.

"I prepared thirty candles, but I haven't had time to plug them in yet. Can you help me plug them in together?"

Jiang Shu didn't respond, but stared at him with complicated eyes.

But he tilted his head, and his smile didn't change: "Why, don't you know how to insert candles, kid?"

Jiang Shu still didn't speak, just looked at him fixedly.

Mo Wenzhi smiled and looked away, and put the cake aside.

"That's right, we said that it's better to drink, and as for the cake, it's better to wait until the early morning to eat."

"Did you do it yourself?"

The sound like a clear spring penetrates into the heart, like the night wind, blowing coolly.

"I made it myself, will anyone be moved?"

He stood in the night, smiling sideways.

But it was obviously a smile, but Jiang Shu always felt that the look in his eyes was too resentful.

"No, no one will be moved. Someone only likes to live his own happy life. What is this cake!"

The man asked and answered himself, with a mocking voice.

"But what if, for the past ten years, every day, I have lived like this?"

He seemed to be talking to himself, and he didn't seem to need anyone to answer.

However, every time he said a sentence, he left enough time for a response.

A gust of wind blew through, and the air was surprisingly quiet.

(End of this chapter)