As we got closer, the mist caused by the heavy rain dispersed, and the girl's face gradually became clearer.

For a moment, Fu Yunshen thought he was hallucinating.

Who would come here in the early morning when it is windy and rainy?

Fu Yunshen's eyelashes twitched, his lips curved, as if he was laughing at himself, and whispered: "I'm dreaming again..."

Last night, he did not dream about Mr. Fu, nor Yan Yuehua and Fu Liuying. He only dreamed about one person.

Ying Zijin.

Dreams are a very magical thing, they are the manifestation of people’s subconscious mind.

He remembered the first time he met her in the snow on the street.

He has never been a good person, he also kills people, and in the process of looking for his enemies, his hands are stained with a lot of blood.

At that time, he only planned to let Nie Chao rescue her, and from then on she would pass by her and she would just be a stranger.

But she didn't let anyone save her, she solved the problem herself.

This was the reason why he stopped for her.

In her, he saw himself, and they would resist.

So he made a decision to protect her.

He had indeed been seeing her as a child and a sister until yesterday.

She ordered food for him, reminded her to eat, and supported him in front of so many people.

All the suppressed emotions burst out in an instant.

He thought that he would never love anyone else except her.

But he really couldn't bear to let her step into hatred with him.

His purpose is to get the best things in the world like other children, and he should not see any darkness.

Ying Zijin still held an umbrella with one hand, and then squatted down.

She took out a tissue from her pocket with her free hand and wiped the rain off his face.

His voice was as calm as ever: "Sir, wake up, it's night now."

Hearing these words, Fu Yunshen's back tightened, and he slowly raised his head.

This time, I saw it completely clearly.

All his defenses were dropped in an instant, and he smiled: "It's really you, kid."

Except for their children, no one else could hear this familiar tone.

Ying Zijin said nothing, his eyelashes drooped, and he wiped away all the water stains on his face bit by bit.

Her fingers occasionally brushed his face, leaving a clear touch with a bit of warmth.

Heavy rains in Shanghai always come and go quickly.

Within ten minutes, the heavy rain stopped and the dark clouds dispersed.

It cleared up after the rain, the moon and stars appeared, and the sky and earth were covered with orchids.

After Ying Zijin wiped his face, he paused and then said softly: "Fu Yunshen, happy birthday."

This was the first time she called his name.

Fu Yun tilted his head deeply, and then noticed that the girl was holding a bag in her hand, which contained cake boxes and candles.

He has only celebrated two birthdays since he was born, one when he was one year old and one when he was eighteen years old.

He doesn't like celebrating birthdays. Birthdays always remind him of the human life he carries on his back.

Fu Yun took a deep and slow breath.

He had never felt that his heartbeat could beat so crazily that it almost jumped out of his chest.

Ying Zijin took out two floor mats, handed one over, and sat down next to him.

As she took the cake box out of the bag, she said, "Maybe I haven't told you about myself."

Fu Yun pressed his heart deeply: "Huh?"

"Actually, I died once." Ying Zijin said calmly, "It was a desperate situation at that time. There was no other way. Someone had to die."

If she hadn't died, she wouldn't have returned to Earth.

Now it seems that it was a blessing in disguise.

Fu Yunshen's eyelashes trembled: "Yaoyao, you——"

"It's okay, it's all over." Ying Zijin said calmly, "I told you about my best friend. She held me back and didn't let me die."

Fu Yun deeply thought of Dudu: "Brother remembers."

"I'll just tell her -" Ying Zijin leaned on the stone behind him, "Jun Muqian, look up."

Hearing these words, Fu Yunshen also raised his head.

After the heavy rain, there is the Milky Way, full of brilliant stars.

In my ears, I heard the girl's voice scattered in the wind.

"The clouds are me, the wind is me, the stars are me, the moon is me, wherever you look, it will be me."

"I always."

Fu Yun stared deeply at the sky without saying anything, his eyes gradually getting darker.

"They say that after death, people will turn into stars and hang in the sky." Ying Zijin finished cutting the cake, "No matter what, we will be with you."

Fu Yun looked sideways, his peach blossom eyes deeply narrowed.

When he looks at someone, he gives people a very affectionate feeling.

As if he had made a decision, his lips curved up in a real smile: "Thank you Yaoyao, I understand."

"Well, I thought you would tell me -" Ying Zijin also put on the candle, "It's so cold, kid, remember to wear long johns, don't freeze."

"..."

Fu Yunshen turned around, raised his hand and poked her face: "Kid, you are so cute today."

Ying Zijin was silent for a moment and glanced at him: "There's something wrong with you."

It must have been raining for so long and your brain has been damaged, right?

Fu Yunshen took the paper plate in her hand and lit the candle.

He thought about it.

He must work hard to crawl out of the darkness so that he can give her a bright future.

**

the other side.

The Fu family's old house.

Ian squatted outside with Yunshan and Yunwu.

This squat lasted for three hours.

Ian had just arrived from Ozhou. He hadn't changed his clothes yet and was a little cold.

He couldn't help but hugged him tightly: "Wouldn't it be better to just go in? Is it possible that you will be taken away for breaking into a private house?"

"What do you know?" Yunshan snorted coldly, "We are waiting for the old woman to get up at night, and we have to do it in front of her."

"Old woman?" Ian thought for a moment, "Fu Mingcheng's wife."

"The lights are on." Yunwu suddenly said, "Let's go in."

Before Ian could recover, the two brothers had already rushed into the Fu family's old house.

The sound of the door being kicked open startled Mrs. Fu who went to the kitchen to drink water.

She walked out quickly and took a look. Before she could react, she saw Yunshan and Yunwu coming upstairs and tying up Fu Yichen who was still sleeping.

Fu Yichen was suddenly awakened and saw a familiar face again. He was so frightened that he shouted: "Mom, save me! It's them, it was the same last time, please save me!"

"Yichen!" Looking at the scene in front of her, Mrs. Fu's eyes darkened and she almost fainted, "Who are you? Let Yichen go!"

"Old woman, don't worry." Yunshan sneered, "Your son's debt to our young master must be repaid first, and you will be here soon."

He barely spoke to Fu Yichen and stuffed a ball of smelly socks into Fu Yichen's mouth.

Mrs. Fu alone is no match for Yunshan and Yunwu.

She could only watch helplessly as Fu Yichen was kidnapped.

"Who is your young master?" Mrs. Fu's mind was buzzing, "When did our Fu family offend your young master?"

She and Fu Mingcheng have always been very cautious and would never offend any big shots.
To be continued...