It’s Hard Being the Bad Guy

From Wen Ai's point of view, Zhuo Yiqing is really annoying. A very explicit sentence of "I love you" has been said over and over again for a lifetime, until she has grey hair, she still keeps her lips.

Before dying, Zhuo Yiqing took Wen Ai's hand so that Wen Ai could not forget him, and she would have to sleep in a bed in her next life.

The thorn that had been lurking in Wen Ai's chest for a long time finally pierced into his heart, causing him to be riddled with holes and bleeding straight out.

His mission failed, and his memory would soon be erased silently by the rules. The tens of thousands of words "I love you" that Zhuo Yiqing had uttered in a lifetime, he couldn't remember a single sentence in the end.

System: "The traversal program starts, ready to jump to the world."

This time, Wen Ai became a five or six-year-old boy. When he opened his eyes, he saw a bright bedroom.

Wen Ai eagerly walked to the desk, turned out a book from a pile of little books, and started to record the experience of the last world when he picked up the pen. After struggling to write a few large pages, he was a little uneasy, reaching out and turning back. Turn over the book-

empty.

Everything he wrote is gone.

The system sighed: "Don't be silly, it's useless."

Wen Ai threw the pencil on the empty notebook, slid down on the ground and covered his sore eyes, warm liquid gushing out between his fingers.

An's father is the chairman of the labor union of the third knitting factory. He is honest and enthusiastic. He has been with the accounting office in the factory for a year and obtained the marriage certificate naturally.

In the year of reform and opening up, there was a crying nanny in the An family. The young couple flipped through the "People's Daily" to name their son. The final decision was that the name was An Yun.

In the early 1980s, there was a new wave of doing business in China. Father An quit his job in a knitting factory and opened a small restaurant outside. The business became more prosperous and the small restaurant became a large restaurant. Within a few years, Anjia successfully squeezed into the ranks of "ten thousand ten thousand households". In this year when most households only had one radio, Anjia has installed a brand new Panasonic color TV.

An's father and An's mother have always wanted a daughter, but the state strictly enforces family planning and prohibits having a second child. The couple decided to adopt a little girl back. The two of them made time to go to the orphanage, and were led by the dean to look around. The girl who was right was not picked, but the boy was the same.

This boy is called Yue Xiao. He is seven years old this year and one year older than their family An Yun. He was raised by the welfare institution and he was very thin. He has no meat at all, but his bones are quite big. From now on, it will be tall and strong.

"Xiaoxiao, right?" Mother An touched Yue Xiao's dirty face and smiled and praised, "He has thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks so handsome."

Father An is very satisfied with Yue Xiao’s divine eyes, and at first glance he is very clever: "That’s good, Junjun is too squeamish by us. With a brother guarding him, we can also save snacks. ."

Anmu only took a half-day holiday with the factory, and rushed back to the knitting factory after completing the adoption procedures. Father An’s large restaurant is supervised by a special person, so there is no need to stare at all the time. He took Yue Xiao to the department store first, buying clothes and adding daily necessities, and both hands were full.

Yue Xiao has stayed in the welfare home where the rice tank always bottoms out since he can remember. Wherever he has seen this kind of "buy, buy, buy" battle, no matter how the expression on his face can be maintained, it still reveals how flattered he is at the moment.

"Uncle An." Yue Xiao stretched out his hand to carry the bag in Father An's hand, "divide it for me."

"No need!" Father An avoided his hand and led him out of the department store. "What do you call my uncle, call Dad to listen!"

"……father."

Yue Xiao's heart is warm, and from now on, he will also have a home.

Although they have saved a lot of money in the past few years, the family of three still lives in the family area allocated by the knitting factory.

"We live in the second unit. Look, there is a '2' hanging on it, don't remember it wrong." Father An led Yue Xiao to climb the eighth floor, put the plastic bag in his hand on the ground, took out the key and opened the door. He turned sideways and waved to Yue Xiao, "Come in quickly."

Yue Xiao lifted two bags from the ground, and steadily carried them into the door.

"My son is so sensible!" Father An happily rubbed a hand on Yue Xiao's head, brought back all the things left outside the door, and took Yue Xiao's hand, "Go, I'll take you to see your brother."

"Yeah!" Yue Xiao nodded and followed Father An.

"Junyun, Dad is back." Father An pushed open his son's room door and saw him sitting on the bed with his back facing here, looking very depressed, so he said to Yue Xiao, "Go and see what's going on with your brother."

"Okay..." Yue Xiao slowly approached the small figure beside the bed and walked around in front of him, "Brother——"

Wen Ai raised his head, and Yue Xiao couldn't make a sound.

The child is cute and jade snow, but his face was soaked with tears, his big eyes were filled with tears, his pink lips were aggrieved, and even the red nose was pitiful, like a sack The bullied milk cub looked sad and helpless.

Yue Xiao didn't know what emotions were upsetting in his heart, but he knew that he didn't want this cute little brother to cry so sad, not at all.

Yue Xiao subconsciously stretched out his hand to wipe Wen Ai's tears, and Wen Ai quickly shrank into the bed like a guarded animal, and slapped his hand away.

"Hey! Don't hit anyone!" Seeing Wen Ai moved his hand, Father An quickly walked over from the door. He was caught off guard to see the tears on his face. He was so shocked that he paused, and quickly sat next to him to take a picture. Back, "What's the matter?"

Wen Ai's eyes were red, and he pointed at Yue Xiao with his finger: "Who is he? What about my sister?"

"There is no sister." Father An pulled Yue Xiao to Wen Ai, "This is Yue Xiao, and you will be your brother from now on. Call someone soon."

"Brother" used to belong to Zhuo Yiqing's exclusive title, stabbing Wen Ai's brain pain. He stood up and pushed Yue Xiao hard. Due to excessive force, he also fell on the bed, and he pressed hard against the bed. Last shot: "He is not the brother!"

Yue Xiao was pushed to the ground unsuspectingly, dull pain in his butt, but he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart——

The younger brother doesn't like him.

"You child! You are not older, but your temper is getting bigger and bigger!" Father An reprimanded Wen Ai, pulling Yue Xiao up from the cold ground and helping him to take off the dust on his pants, "Xiao Xiao, you Don't go to your heart, my brother is spoiled by us. I apologize to you on his behalf."

Yue Xiao lowered his head and whispered: "It's okay."

Wen Ai snorted with a cry, crawled to the other side of the bed with hands and feet, and ran out barefoot. He ran to the door, took Father An's big slippers in the shoe cabinet in the hallway, drilled his feet in it, and hid in the toilet snappingly.

The system slapped his hands: "This dismissal is awesome. It will give you 101 points. One more point to be proud of."

Wen Ai turned on the faucet without saying a word to wash away the tears and nose on his face.

System: "The male protagonist didn't dare to look up just now. Keep going, I am optimistic about you!"

Wen Ai wiped the water off his face and looked straight at the reduced version of himself in the mirror without speaking.

The system sighed: "Don't have such a big resistance, as long as your task score reaches 85, make a wish, all memories will come back."

After a long time, Wen Ai finally nodded: "I will work hard in this world."

"It's fine if you figure it out." The system paused, "Do you want me to tell you the task information again? You kept crying when you just said it. I wonder if you missed it."

Tired of tossing, Wen Ai leaned against the door: "Then say it again."

The system began to babble: "The male protagonist Yue Xiao, who grew up in an orphanage, and the female protagonist Zhao Xiuyun were childhood sweethearts' playmates. When they were seven years old, they were adopted one after another and have since broken contact."

"Yue Xiao's adoptive parents are very good to him, but An Jun, the biological son of his adoptive parents, has resisted this elder brother from the beginning and bullied him over and under. Yue Xiao didn't want to be embarrassed by his adoptive parents.

"After graduating from high school, Yue Xiao joined the army and made contributions, and his status has risen all the way. He seems to be a rising star in the military world. However, Yue Xiao retired from the army at this time and worked in business. People have established a huge business empire in one hand."

"By chance, Yue Xiao reunited with Zhao Xiuyun, who was a childhood sweetheart, and the two began a sweet love story."

"Okay, I see." Wen Ai rubbed his swollen blisters with his fingertips, "that... when will my memory be deleted by the rules?"

The system cautiously said: "Gradually erase within two or three days."

Wen Ai: "...Hmm."

The house of Anjia is a two-bedroom and one-living room. It is not decorated in this era. It is the default white wall and concrete floor. Even so, the rabbit nest in Wenyi is still kept comfortable and cozy by An's father and An's mother. It's a pity that Wen Ai's days of dominating one party are over, and a foreign animal lives in the rabbit nest.

"This padded jacket can't be worn now, I'll put it under the closet for you." Father An put all the new clothes bought for Yue Xiao into Wen Ai's closet. The already crowded closet is even more full. Can't close the cabinet door.

Wen Ai was standing beside him holding his arms, staring at Yue Xiao unhappily, with a child's unique delicate voice: "My clothes are going to be crushed!"

"I'm sorry." Yue Xiao glanced at Wen Ai, and stretched out his hand to pull at Father An's hem, "Dad, or take my clothes out and put them in a plastic bag."

"How can you do that! Don't listen to your brother's nonsense, where can you crush your clothes so easily?" Father An patted Yue Xiao on the head, "You clean up yourself first, and I will say a few words to your brother."

"Brother, come with Dad." Father An took Wen Ai to the living room and sat on the sofa side by side with him, and had a heartfelt conversation. It was enlightenment and education, so Wen Ai was lying on the sofa and said nothing. hair.

Father An looked at Wen Ai who was glum: "Do you understand what Dad said?"

Wen Ai refused to lift his head: "Yeah."

"Stunned?" Father An suddenly stretched out his hand to scratch the tickling flesh on his waist, "Laugh or not, laugh or laugh!"

"Hahaha!" Wen Ai immediately smiled so that his eyes could not be seen, and shook his body straight to the side to shrink, "No, no, no! Hahaha!"

The father and son were laughing and playing on the sofa, and the heavy and serious style of painting just now turned into a relaxed and harmonious style.

After this conversation, Wen Ai constrained a lot, at least not blatantly targeting Yue Xiao in front of An's father and An's mother.

There was only one bed in Wen'ai's room. At night, Yue Xiao was lying next to Wen'ai in his new autumn clothes and long trousers. The two slept on a long pillow. An mother sat on the bedside, told a few short stories before going to bed in a low voice, then turned off the light and left.

Wen Ai pricked his ears and listened carefully. After hearing the sound of An Mu closing the door of the master bedroom, he immediately kicked Yue Xiao off the bed.

"I don't want to sleep with you!" Wen Ai rolled around in the quilt, occupying the entire bed, "If you dare to come up in the middle of the night, I will kick you off!"

Yue Xiao got up from the ground without a sound, cherished the dust on the Qiuyi and long trousers, put on his coat and trousers, and lay down in front of the desk all night.