The expression in Wen Zeli's eyes changed unpredictably, and finally returned to dead silence. "After Wen Zeyuan's death, she was exhausted and soon fell ill. That person sent her to the best hospital for treatment, but it was too late."
The past was outlined in just a few words, and even a bystander like Lin Yitong could feel the pain.
Wen Zeli said nonchalantly, "It's over."
Lin Yitang changed the subject and pointed at the boy in the photo, "How old were you then?"
Wen Zeli thought for a moment and said, "About five years old?"
Lin Yitang was puzzled: "I never thought that you were so arrogant when you were a child. What could make a five-year-old child look so arrogant?"
"By the way, you were so arrogant when we first met. You looked down at me with indifference and coldness." Lin Yitong recalled the first time he met Wen Zeli, and felt quite exasperated.
"Do you know what I was thinking?"
It was definitely not a good thing to say, but Wen Zeli still cooperated and asked, "What?"
Lin Yitang sneered, "I really wanted to grab your collar and ask you, what are you pulling at?!"
This matter was indeed his fault, and Wen Zeli had no way to refute it. He always had this attitude towards people who could not bring him value, but he did not expect that he would make a mistake.
He could clearly see Lin Yitang's face flushed with anger, and he was speechless for a moment. For the first time in all these years, he regretted his arrogant and cold personality.
Wen Zeli finally experienced the feeling of shooting himself in the foot. If he had known this would happen, he would not have done it in the first place.
He said sincerely, "I apologize to you on his behalf."
Lin Yitang said meaningfully, "It would be a shame if President Wen didn't go into the entertainment industry with the speed and angle of his clarification."
Wen Zeli lowered his head and said slowly, "It's my wife's teaching that's good."
Lin Yitang said she had nothing to say.
Lin Yitang couldn't help but yawn as he felt sleepy. His originally tense face instantly lost its dignity.
"I'm going to sleep now. I don't want to see you continue talking."
Lin Yitang walked to the bed and let himself fall down. When his back touched the soft and comfortable touch, he sighed with satisfaction, and all the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear.
Wen Zeli watched her turn over to the inside, pull the quilt over her head, then roll a few more times, skillfully wrapping herself up like a dumpling, and finally lying motionless on the bed.
Wen Zeli never seeks trouble for himself, but he suddenly wonders what the meaning of her doing this is. Every morning when he wakes up, he finds himself leaning against the side of the bed, while the person who was wrapped tightly before sleeping has already spread out in a "big" shape, occupying half of the bed.
He had just angered the other person, who was angrily bringing up old matters with him. Wen Zeli wisely chose to suppress this doubt in his heart.
Wen Zeli went to bed only after Lin Yitong adjusted to a comfortable state.
There have been many noble families throughout history. With each dynasty, some families have perished in the tide of history, and some families have remained standing in the waves.
Due to the influence of multiple factors such as politics, economy, culture and ethnicity, there are only a handful of families that can truly remain invincible and be highly valued in every dynasty, and the Wen family is one of them.
This garden has been passed down from generation to generation by our ancestors. It has a superior geographical location and convenient transportation. It has been well protected by later generations for thousands of years. The objects inside are naturally antiques from previous dynasties.
For example, the step-out bed made of huanghuali wood beneath them. Huanghuali wood is a traditional Chinese medicine, with a strong, subtle, and elegant fragrance similar to that of agarwood, and its fragrance is highly volatile.
Lin Yitang never thought of herself as someone who was particular about her bed, but as the subtle fragrance drifted around her, her mind became increasingly clear, and she felt like she was about to become addicted to the scent.
Lin Yitang was afraid of waking up Wen Zeli, so he tossed and turned on the bed at first. Later, when he saw that the person next to him was motionless, he gradually grew bolder and began to roll over and over slightly.
Wen Zeli's hoarse voice sounded, "Can't sleep?"
Lin Yitang paused, "Did I wake you up?"
Wen Zeli looked at her in the moonlight and said, "No, I haven't fallen asleep yet."
Lin Yitang moved to his side with a chuckle, "I can't sleep."
Before Wen Zeli could speak, Lin Yitang continued, "The room smells so good, but I don't feel used to it."
Wen Zeli explained, "It's the scent of huanghuali wood. The beds in the old house are made of this wood, so it's inevitable that there's a smell. If you're not used to it, can I open the window and let you get some fresh air?"
Lin Yitang shook his head, "What if a mosquito flies in?"
"No, huanghuali wood has the effect of repelling mosquitoes and insects. In addition, the garden will be rid of insects every day, so no small insects will get in."
Lin Yitang wrapped the quilt tightly and said, "Then go open the window."
The person next to me stood up and opened the window, and pale moonlight shone in through the window.
Lin Yitang inexplicably recalled the horror movie she had dragged Wen Hangxing to watch a few days ago. At this moment, some terrifying scenes flashed through her mind, which was a bit creepy.
123 was frightened by the scene she imagined and screamed, jumping up and down in search of shelter.
Lin Yitang: "Are you sick?"
123 felt wronged. "It's clearly the host's own memories, it's too scary. I'm just a young baby."
Lin Yitang couldn't stand its nonsense, "You are already an old hand, how can you call yourself a baby? 123, don't be so greasy."
123 sobbed, "But if you convert it, I'm really only about three or four months old. How can you let a baby watch a horror movie? This is a crime!"
It would be fine if I didn’t mention it, because as soon as I mentioned it, those scenes would replay in my mind again.
Lin Yitang simply buried his head in the quilt. It is a universally recognized rule that ghosts will not harm people hiding in the quilt.
Wen Zeli walked to the bedside and saw her wrapped up in a ball. He said helplessly, "Little darling, stop playing and go to sleep."
A slender white hand stretched out from under the quilt, groping in the air for a while before accurately grabbing the hem of Wen Zeli's clothes, "Come up quickly."
Wen Zeli paused, looked at the hands that glowed white in the moonlight with a deep look in his eyes, and followed her movements to get on the bed.
Before he could make any move, Lin Yitang's hand retracted, "Okay, I'm going to sleep, good night."
Wen Zeli: "...Good night."
The person beside him seemed to be fast asleep. Wen Zeli slowly closed his eyes and suddenly heard someone calling him, "Are you asleep?"
Wen Zeli replied sternly, "No."
Lin Yitang exhaled lightly, "Then go to sleep, I won't disturb you anymore."
Wen Zeli lay still, his eyes open, staring at the ceiling. Sure enough, not long after, he heard the voice calling him again, "Are you asleep?"
Wen Zeli: “…”
He held his forehead and thought: How can he sleep like this?
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