2: My Son Is A Reborn Villain ✔️

(137) A Dream of Golden Millet 1

"Hey! Wake up, don't pretend to be asleep! "

"Wake up!"

Wenwen was woken up by the cold. Specifically, it was not because of the cold, but because of the discomfort in his body.

He clutched his head and sat up dizzily.

A dirty kid wearing patched clothes saw that the little bean on the ground had woken up and quickly retracted his foot. Then, he said angrily, "I knew you were faking it. I'm telling you, Chi Wen. In the future, you better obediently give me your steamed buns. Otherwise, I'll hit you again, okay?"

Wenwen felt pain everywhere. He had a headache, was dizzy, and his stomach was cramping from hunger. He felt weak all over, and his limbs were aching. He was also very cold.

However, there was still a cacophony of noise in his ears. Wenwen impatiently scolded, "Shut up!"

The voice that came out of his mouth was soft and full of childishness.

Wenwen was stunned for a moment. Ever since his little body started to twitch, his childishness had slowly faded. It had the crispness and vitality of a youth. This childishness, did he have this voice when he was three or four years old?

When the kid heard the scolding on the ground, he immediately kicked him. "You little brat, are you tired of living? How dare you scold me? See if I don't ... "

"Chi Da Qian, are you bullying a child again?" An adult's voice sounded. The child named Chi Da Qian quickly withdrew his foot and ran away before the adult came over.

Chi Da Qian?

Wenwen took a long time to recall this name from his dizzy head. Not long after, a short but very stout woman walked over cursing. "Hurry up and come over here. Why are you lying on the ground? You dirtied your clothes and want to change, right? Do you have anything to change into? "

"Chi Wen! I'm talking to you. Hurry up and get up! "

Chi Wen?

Wenwen raised his head and saw a familiar face in the depths of his memory. After a long time, he remembered that this was Mother Mo from the orphanage.

Wenwen's expression suddenly changed. He turned his head and looked around. What he saw was a dilapidated and desolate courtyard, and he was sitting on the dirty ground.

This was ... an orphanage?

Was he reborn again?

Wenwen lowered his head and looked at his black, claw-like hands. Was this when he was reborn in the orphanage?

What about Mom? Was his mother still around at this time?

Wenwen was terrified.

Then, he was rudely pulled up. "You brat, you don't want to live anymore? You didn't even respond when I called you! "

Wenwen raised his head, his unusually large eyes filled with tears.

Mother Mo still wanted to scold him, but she didn't do it in the end. Instead, she walked away while cursing. "Cry, cry, cry. Will you get candy if you cry?"

Wenwen stood alone for a moment before he calmed down.

Wenwen thought that he must calm down. He had to find a way to leave the orphanage and find his parents first.

Wenwen wiped his tears, leaving an even darker mark on his face.

He rubbed his stomach. He was so hungry that he didn't feel hungry at all.

He had to figure out his situation first.

Wenwen dragged his sore and weak body into the house.

He had been pampered and spoiled for more than ten years. Whenever there was a cut on his hand, there would be a circle of people around him to feel sorry for him. Now, his whole body hurt, but there was no one around him to feel sorry for him. Wenwen felt even more wronged, and tears almost came out of his eyes.