What is this? It's the Joker.
Chi Nuo began to complain, saying she simply couldn't bear to think about what life had been like since the start of her vacation.
"I think it's because I've spent too much time in boarding schools and too little time at home that I can't adapt," Chi Nuo said, reflecting on her school life, which started in kindergarten and continues to this day.
She spends very little time at home, and suddenly she can, and things that she hadn't adjusted to before suddenly surfaced.
Chi Nuo never expected that she would have such a belated adjustment period with her parents: "I can let everything else go, but the problem is there are only three people in the family."
“I can eat and watch videos, but not chat. I can watch movies all day, but not play games for even a minute. I can fly around with you guys by myself, and I can sign up for offline interest classes within three kilometers. Why do you say it's bad to go out alone?”
"The problem is, I've been going to and from school by myself since I was a child..."
“Only a few options are available. If you choose the others, no matter how reasonable they are, you’ll still get criticized.” Chi Nuo didn’t understand, couldn’t understand a thing.
She was fine before, thinking it was pressure from her parents, but now she thinks it's a problem of distorted understanding.
Wen Zhuyao didn't feel comfortable commenting on family matters, so she cut a piece of cake and handed it over, saying, "I can't really tell what's good or bad, just go with your pace."
“I understand,” Chi Nuo said, eating her cake with her head down. It wasn’t that she couldn’t understand. “My mom said before, ‘Why did Aunt Wen compress you like this?’”
"The roles have been reversed. The last time I was scolded, it happened to be Aunt Wen bringing something over, and she ended up being the one being persuaded." She couldn't figure out why.
Everyone knows, everyone can see, everyone notices.
Does applying this to oneself necessarily result in a harmonious way of operating?
Wen Zhuyao silently ate more food, feeling that one meal wouldn't make a difference: "Wasn't it the same before? We tried to persuade each other, but neither of us could come to a conclusion."
"Yes, it's good that I came to find you. Relax a bit. It'll be New Year's again when we go back. There will be lots of delicious food, new clothes, and red envelopes. My long-lost child identity will be back in place." Chi Nuo was just chatting on a whim, and it came and went quickly.
She immediately changed the subject and started talking about the person she knew: "By the way, I can't seem to catch you, and I haven't even talked to you yet."
"It's this guy I know. I've been talking to him non-stop these past few days. I haven't been holding it in. I feel like I'm about to fall in love. But 'falling in love' is just a feeling."
"Someone's chatter helps you recover faster, you should know that too, right? If you need anything, come to me, I love gossip." Chi Nuo could already imagine that when he was seventy or eighty years old, he would probably be one of those people chatting and gossiping outside.
"What? You can describe feelings as being in love?" Wen Zhuyao didn't hear any vows of friendship or heart-to-heart talks.
All their attention was focused on "romance".
Chi Nuo sadly ate two bites of cake, which was sweet, and then put another piece in her mouth: "You should pay attention to my promise to you. I'm finally being serious for a while."
"I know you're the best person ever, so I believe you completely," Wen Zhuyao coaxed sincerely.
Chi Nuo easily took the bait: "Hehe, then I'll continue telling you."
...
From the time Wen Zhuyao first met him to the present, she has heard everything from the main plot to the side plots, from the conflicts to the foreshadowing, from the details to the plot twists. She feels a mix of certainty and regret.
I'm certain I didn't order the wrong takeout; what I regret is that I seem to have started a rather unpleasant conversation.
"So, how about it? We're roasting each other. I feel like we became friends after a fight. He seems cold on the outside, but he's actually not bad." Chi Nuo got a little carried away, and then the filter came off.
Wen Zhuyao nodded and got up to get the takeout: "It's good that we get along. Let's hang out sometime?"
"Okay, I've wanted to hang out with you guys for ages, but you're all so successful, and I'm just a pig." Chi Nuo took the afternoon tea and fruit slices and started eating. Suddenly, her phone, which hadn't rung all along, rang.
"Hmm? I'll go take a look." Chi Nuo got up and walked over unexpectedly, not knowing whose phone it was.
The moment I received the document and could see it clearly, I also saw many messages that I hadn't seen before.
She panicked instantly, but still went out to order afternoon tea: "I'll make a call, don't bother keeping the fruit cut, bye-bye."
After finishing speaking, Chi Nuo rushed back to her room and closed the door. Soon, faint sounds could be heard coming from inside. The soundproofing was quite good; she could hear people talking, but she couldn't make out what they were saying.
Wen Zhuyao remained seated, then shook her head: "I feel like I'm about to fall into a trap."
He then took the things into the room, eating while thinking about what he needed to do.
Unfortunately, she had already finished all the submissions in the past few days, and planned to open the next submission in a few weeks because she couldn't handle the high intensity.
Suddenly, Wen Zhuyao had a flash of inspiration and remembered the account she had asked Mo Wen for, which she hadn't looked at yet.
Meanwhile, Mo Wen, who was being spied on, was looking at the child who had come to his friend's house with a headache.
"Please stop crying, okay?" Mo Wen looked at the girl sitting quietly to the side, saying nothing, just crying silently. "What do you want to do?"
The child wiped away his tears and stammered, "I want to play with your phone."
“No,” Mo Wen refused decisively, trying to reason with him, “This is the fifth day you’ve been here this week. Today is Friday, and I even asked around. It turns out your dad confiscated your phone.”
"I told you that you're dating too early at your age, but you only came over after I gave you my phone."
When the child realized he had been exposed, he immediately stopped crying, changed his expression, and said honestly, "I didn't want to lie to your uncle, but she said she would only agree to play with me if I sent her a compliment every day."
"And then? Have you been using my account to praise her these past few days?" Mo Wen had previously glanced at him out of the corner of his eye and noticed him doing nothing but typing on his old account.
I didn't notice.
Anyway, I don't use that account anymore, and I've deleted all the people in it. What's left are things that either exist or don't exist.
The child honestly replied, "Yes, Uncle."
"Alright, send one more message, then go back. You'll have to figure out the rest next time." Mo Wen, being soft-hearted, agreed to his request.
What Wen Zhuyao saw was that the supposedly private account, which was supposed to be no longer in use, had been receiving irregular praises directed at one person in the past few days.
"You are the most, most, most adorable person. I think it's a very happy thing that I met you. This is our thirtieth day together, Xiaoyi."
"You are the most beautiful person, I think I can meet you... Xiaoyi."
There were comments below claiming her love, and she quietly took a screenshot and secretly confessed her feelings here. Who was she confessing to? This isn't how you date, is it?
After sending the last message, the child obediently returned the phone to him and said goodbye politely: "Bye-bye uncle, I'm leaving now, I won't come looking for you again."
Don't ask why he left with a headache; you haven't even gone to greet his friends yet.
Then I received a message from Wen Zhuyao.
"Is this how you date?" Wen Zhuyao felt she was being impulsive, though she couldn't quite put her finger on why; it might even be a ridiculous situation.
Looking at the screenshot, Mo Wen really wanted to replace the soft-hearted version of himself from three minutes ago with the one who had agreed. What soft-heartedness?
The person who caused the trouble has now escaped.
Mo Wen let out a breath and replied steadily, "It's my friend's child. I know you don't believe me, but wait for me a moment."
"I'll bring you all the witnesses and evidence."
Wen Zhuyao was almost convinced by this explanation, but she still forced a reply: "Really? Then I'll wait and see."
He hadn't expected that his parents would go on vacation in the past few days, and then the child would cling to him and cause this kind of thing to happen. He hadn't yet recovered from the reaction after meeting the child.
He had to run around doing everything himself, and a series of events occurred, leaving him only with the task of being busy.
Mo Wen can only grab the child now, bring the child over, and explain.
While waiting, Wen Zhuyao scrolled through his WeChat Moments again and saw messages from a long, long time ago, even from when he was a child.
They completely stopped caring about the matter and shifted their focus to the interesting comments.
"I realized how cunning I am. I'm always trying to capture traces and details. No wonder I'm a Scorpio."
"In the dead of night, I am all alone, with only the stars for company."
"I long for someone to appear, like a star shining brightly in the night, illuminating my darkness. Then I would be an angelic Scorpio, able to wash away my dark side."
By following Mo Wen's childhood records, Wen Zhuyao can sense what he was like as a child and his initial personality.
She was pretty sure that Mo Wen belonged to the type who lacked a sense of security.
Wen Zhuyao flipped through the pages again, glanced at a bit, and figured that if he were arresting someone, he wouldn't be back for that long. She went out and took another look, only to find that Chi Nuo's door was still closed.
I washed my face and went to sleep.
During her sleep, something magical always happens that people are destined to miss.
Mo Wen went straight to the door. When his friend opened the door, he was surprised to see him and asked, "Why did you suddenly come? No matter how many times we invited you before, you never came. Now you're motivated."
"Something's come up. Has the child returned?"
My friend glanced into the room and said curiously, "You're back. I don't know why you suddenly became so attached to me. Today you came back and said you'll never go to see me again, and that you're a scary person."
"Oh, is that so?"
Mo Wen showed no mercy, exposing his little tricks over the past few days: "He used my phone to post on his social media to confess his love to his friends. My girlfriend saw it on my social media, so he came here to prove it."
"Haha, hahaha!"
He chuckled briefly, then his friend stepped aside to let him in, closed the door, and sat on the sofa laughing for a while longer. His laughter drew out the child who was hiding in the room, waiting to be scolded.
He pushed open the door, peeked out, and saw Mo Wen outside, so he quickly closed the door again.
"Stop hiding, Little King," the King shouted, counting down from three.
Xiao Wang obediently came out and stood in front of them, confessing his crimes like pouring out beans, and even apologized to Mo Wen.
"I'm sorry, Uncle, I shouldn't have messed around with your phone." Xiao Wang deeply reflected on his actions.
Mo Wen didn't seem to care.
"How could he care about that? He came to our door because his girlfriend misunderstood what you said." The king rubbed his head, telling him to listen attentively.
Xiao Wang's eyes lit up, and he asked, "Uncle has a girlfriend? So Uncle isn't a bachelor after all."
"Are you ready to get a beating?" The king slapped the little king on the back of the head.
Xiao Wang obediently stood up: "I understand, I'll cooperate with Uncle's explanation."
After sending the voice message, Mo Wen left, and Xiao Wang was relieved to be called back to his room.
"Just because your uncle doesn't discipline you doesn't mean your father won't." Adults still care a lot about losing face like this.
Little Wang ran around the room making a lot of noise.
Mo Wen couldn't hear any of this; he had already entered the elevator.
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