It's a rainy day, and the cold air is mixed with the cold rain, which makes people feel uncomfortable. Ye Wencheng pulled up his hat to cover his head, and walked towards the bus stop with the appearance of stagnant water.

After waiting for 5 minutes, he got on the 405 bus, glanced at the carriage, walked to the last row, and sat down next to an old man wearing a woolen hat.

"Uncle Juan?" Ye Wencheng asked quietly.

"Hey, Er Shao, it's me. I sat all the way from the departure station and was worried that you wouldn't come. ”

"How so? Yesterday was to scare my brother. Ye Wencheng showed a little childish smile.

"You are still willing to call him brother, I feel a little more steady." Uncle Juan sighed.

“…… Is my mom really not so good? ”

"Madame is upset, and you know, since that incident...... Alas, it is not easy for Madame, if you find it inconvenient to go home to see her, when will I invite Madame to my tea shop? ”

Ye Wencheng turned his head to look out the window, and the raindrops fell on the car window, pulling out small scratches.

"Ershao?"

"Uncle Juan...... What kind of person is my father? Ye Wencheng's voice was ethereal, as if coming from the void.

"The lord is a hero." Uncle Wan replied with a serious face.

Ye Wencheng sneered and laughed: "Hero? Do you use such a chronological word to describe him? ”

"The master can afford this word, Er Shao, you are still young now, and in a few years, you will know him."

"I'm not young, Uncle Juan! I'm in my twenties, don't always think I'm a kid. ”

"Hahaha, in my eyes, you and Da Shao will always be those two little dolls soaked in the mud." Uncle Wan smiled with a wrinkled face.

The atmosphere fell into the quagmire of nostalgia for a while, and the sound of raindrops hitting on the window glass was the best BGM, Ye Wencheng and Uncle Wan looked at each other and smiled, just like many years ago, the children running in the mud and the men hurriedly chasing after them.

"Uncle Juan, thank you for giving her that thing." Ye Wencheng said in a solemn tone.

"Second Shao, don't thank me, it should be," the wrinkles on Uncle Juan's face unfolded, "Since it is the person you identify, it is also my master." ”

"Uncle, we used to say yes, I'm not a master, and you're not a servant."

"Okay, okay, I won't say that in the future." Uncle Wan smiled innocently.

After a while, he hesitated, but still spoke: "Er Shao, you still know about Miss Su's family history, right?" ”

Ye Wencheng frowned slightly, did not answer immediately, and turned his head to look at the rainy street scene outside the window.

"Ershao, don't be upset, Lao Juan doesn't ask."

"No, Uncle Juan, I'm not mad at you......"

Uncle Wan waited quietly for a while, but before Ye Wencheng could say anything, he felt a little uneasy in his heart, and he didn't know where this little young master felt unhappy.

"Uncle, can you do me a favor?" Ye Wencheng stared at the rain outside the window and spoke leisurely.

"Second Shao, please speak." Uncle Wan hurriedly responded.

Ye Wencheng turned sideways and whispered a few words in his ear. It's just that these few words made Uncle Juan's face change.

"Two less? Are you sure? There was uncertainty in his eyes and tone of voice.

"I'm not sure, so I want you to help me."

"Okay, I see. You can rest assured that Lao Juan will do a good job. ”

The bus stopped at a stop, Ye Wencheng got up and got off the bus first, and it didn't take long for the figure to disappear into the flow of people.

Uncle Juan looked at his back, rubbing the back of his hand lightly with his thumb, and a little tear appeared in his eyes.