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Chapter 125: Just choose the richest one

Chapter 125: Pick the Richest One

Jian Shangwen sat on a chair in the main house. He looked at the snowflakes outside Shen Yi's window, floating down from the window. Shen Yi was sitting there, with the kitten lying at his feet, who had a fever because of being too cool. The night made the house very quiet, as if the whole world had become much softer.

He never thought that one day he would be sitting in a room, talking about the hatred that he thought he would never tell anyone in his life, with the person whom he had to wait for a long time downstairs of the building a year ago and might never see.

The room was quiet for a moment.

Then Jian Shangwen smiled gently.

Shen Yi saw that he was still making clay sculptures and said, "Haven't you already made one? Why are you doing more?"

"It's not a big deal anyway, and I can't sleep at night anyway." Jian Shangwen said, "Why not find something to do?"

His insomnia problem has not been just one or two days. He has many dreams and wakes up easily. Especially after his rebirth, he often has nightmares. The dreams are all about some unpleasant things in his past life. Every time he wakes up, it takes him a long time to get out of the shadow. For a while, he had to take medicine to sleep well.

Shen Yi said: "Tomorrow is the festival and the village will be very lively and you will be busy."

Jian Shangwen knew that this was a reminder to himself. If he didn't go to bed early, he would have no energy tomorrow. He smiled and said, "Just finish this. It will be done soon."

The kitten not far away hummed a few times unconsciously in its sleep.

Jian Shangwen sat there quietly making clay sculptures. When he was finally done, he looked at the kitten, washed his hands, came over and touched the kitten's ears and said, "It seems that it is not so hot anymore."

"Yeah." Shen Yi said, "It should be fine after the fever goes down."

Jian Shangwen asked, "Is Director Shen here tonight?"

Shen Yi chuckled and said, "Do you think I'm Superman? It's fine now that its fever has subsided. I'll take it to the guest room over there to sleep."

Jian Shangwen said: "It seems that only one guest room has been cleaned up. Director Shen, do you want to clean it up first? I'm watching it here."

Shen Yi nodded.

He left.

Jian Shangwen sat on the mat next to him and looked at the kitten. Shen Yi must have stayed here for a long time. The air was filled with the scent of green bamboo from his body. Jian Shangwen lowered his head and touched the kitten's head and said softly, "You have to get better quickly. Tomorrow is a good day."

I don't know if the kitten understood or not, so it rubbed Jian Shangwen's ear obediently.

When Shen Yi came back more than ten minutes later, he saw that the house was extremely quiet. The snow was still falling outside the window, and snowflakes were flying outside the glass. The man sitting on the blanket leaning against the kitten fell asleep at some point, leaning against the chair. His back was thin, and his handsome face was as warm as jade. The kitten not far away was leaning against him, and his usual bright and beautiful appearance had faded. He seemed to be always separated from everyone by a layer of fog, and his whole person was exceptionally gentle and fragile.

Shen Yi glanced sideways at the clay sculpture table not far away.

It was a clay sculpture that Jian Shangwen had just made. He looked at it for a while and finally confirmed that one of the little clay figures was himself.