He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 251 The Childhood Sweetheart's Guide to Admitting Defeat (Part 1)

[A gloomy, world-weary childhood friend VS a rebellious, dramatic childhood sweetheart]

In the late 1980s, when the national economy was rapidly growing and opportunities were everywhere, Wen Qingshan and Bai Wan followed the trend and moved to Tancheng, a large coastal city.

In July, the weather in Tancheng was hot and dry, and an old-fashioned three-bladed fan was spinning rapidly.

Wen Yan is six years old this year. She just finished kindergarten in her hometown of Lin County and will start primary school this September.

"Mom, I'm back!"

The soft, childlike voice called out "Mommy," and Bai Wanxin's heart melted. She wanted to turn around and kiss her obedient and adorable daughter.

Turning around, the clam was trapped.

Is that little mud-ball-like thing her daughter?

No, it's not!

But Wen Yan, oblivious to what was happening, called out in her soft, sweet voice, "Mommy."

Bai Wan's eyes went black as she pinched the little mud ball, exasperated: "Wen Yan, have I not told you not to play in the mud in the fields? You're a girl, you should be clean!"

“I love cleanliness,” Wen Yan said, cooperating as she was led to the yard to be washed. Her two dark eyes blinked, and she looked aggrieved. “I ask my mom to wash me every time I come back.”

Even the softest voices were disappointed.

As soon as Wen Qingshan entered the yard, he heard his precious daughter's pitiful voice. He felt extremely sorry for her, took over the washing work, and comforted her.

Bai Wan wasn't really angry. It's natural for children to love playing, but couldn't Wen Yan play some of the kinds of games that normal girls like to play?

My mother is so worried.

After washing her clothes, Wen Yan tugged at her crystal sandals, then tugged at Bai Wan's long skirt and looked up at her, saying, "Mom, don't be angry."

Bai Wan turned her head and saw her watery red eyes. All her anger disappeared. She picked her up, kissed her, and stroked her water-drenched hair. She said in a soft tone, "Good girl, Mommy isn't angry. Go play. Remember not to get your clothes dirty."

"Okay!" Wen Yan ran out of the yard as soon as her feet touched the ground and headed towards the neighbor's house.

As soon as they stepped out of the yard, 233 jumped down from above and landed steadily. It tugged at Wen Yan's little skirt, trying to convey the plot to her.

This is an ordinary world. There are still nine years before the small world officially opens. The female protagonist, Tan Yiyi, is a student at Tancheng No.1 Middle School, and the male protagonist, Li Sihan, is the school bully at Tancheng No.1 Middle School.

Li Sihan comes from a prominent family, has flamboyant red hair, and an extremely outstanding appearance. He is the undisputed school heartthrob of the school, and countless people have a crush on him.

Unlike other girls who actively pursued her, Tan Yiyi was part of the army of girls who secretly admired her, but her inferiority complex kept her crush buried in her heart.

By chance, she became Li Sihan's tutor, and their story began.

Although the plot doesn't focus much on the original owner, she is truly the driving force behind the romance between the male and female leads. She introduced Tan Yi to the chores she taught, and she also created many opportunities for the two to spend time alone together.

Although her original intention was not to bring the two together.

After briefly reviewing the plot and sorting through all her memories, Wen Yan returned to the mud pond, picked a few lotus flowers, and ran to the neighbor's house next door, knocking on the door.

"Is anyone home?"

Wen Yan called out several times but no one answered. She wasn't in a hurry. She would tap the millstone every now and then.

After knocking for about ten minutes, the door opened halfway from the inside. A young boy opened the door, about the same height as Wen Yan, with outstanding features and a thin, fair face, enough to give a glimpse of his handsome appearance when fully open.

His hair was a bit long, slightly covering his eyes.

Wen Yan didn't notice at first, but instead focused her gaze on his small face.

I've never seen such a tiny child before in so many worlds, it's quite novel.

Just as I was about to say hello, I suddenly met his eyes. What kind of eyes were those?

Pitch black, empty, like black glass that has lost its focus, devoid of any vibrant color, as if nothing could arouse his interest.

Withered, bland, and undisturbed.

Wen Yanxin was greatly shocked.

These are not the eyes a child should have!

What's wrong with him?

233 snapped out of her daze, and a trembling voice appeared in Wen Yan's mind: "He... was reborn."

Wen Yanxin tensed up and stretched the muddy lotus flower in her hand forward.

Zhou Yan didn't even glance at the lotus flowers, staring directly into Wen Yan's eyes, which seemed to hold endless whirlpools, and asked in a low, dark voice, "What is it?"

His voice was hoarse, as if squeezed out of his throat. He stared at her, but his eyes didn't move; they were dark and unmoving, like a dry well.

Wen Yan obediently shook her head, her eyes bright: "Here, take the money."

"Thank you, no need."

After saying that, Zhou Yan was about to close the door when Wen Yan panicked and tried to pry it open, squeezing half her body inside. A petal was knocked off by the door: "Don't close the door! You haven't accepted my flowers yet!"

Her shoes were muddy and wet, but her little feet were conspicuously white. With a little effort, her feet peeked out of her sandals, revealing a small section of her white toes, which curled up nervously.

Zhou Yan's gaze lingered on the fair toes for a few seconds before returning to the little girl's face.

Her eyes seemed to be covered with a thin mist, red and no longer as clear as they had been at the beginning.

With one hand pulling at the door and the other holding flowers, he stubbornly said, "Here, flowers."

Zhou Yan didn't move.

Seeing this, Wen Yan stretched her hand forward further and put a small handful of muddy lotus flowers into his arms, which he could easily reach with a simple gesture.

Zhou Yan finally lowered his eyes, but still didn't answer, his voice icy cold: "I'm allergic to lotus flowers."

Wen Yan stared in astonishment, her hand holding the lotus flower unsure whether to take it back or hand it over.

Fortunately, Zhou Yan wasn't looking at her, but staring at her white feet, and for a moment he forgot to stop the door.

Wen Yan pushed the door open a little, pursed her lips, and frowned deeply: "What is an allergy?"

Zhou Yan was silent for a moment, looked at her deeply for a long time, and realized that she was a child. So he explained, "That's right, getting too close to the lotus flowers will make you sick."

"You'll get sick!" Wen Yan exclaimed. "Will I get sick?"

Zhou Yan didn't answer her stupid question and turned to walk into the courtyard.

His thoughts were in turmoil. He hadn't recovered from his suicide attempt by overdosing on pills, but instead was back to the strange events that happened when he was seven years old. He had no mood to deal with children for the time being.

Sensing the small figure following behind, he paused in his steps.

Especially little girls who are crying and have red eyes.

Before even entering the house, the sound of high heels clicking came from the courtyard gate. A woman with long, wavy hair, carrying a wine bottle, swayed from side to side. Upon seeing the child in the yard, she called out, "Zhou Yan, come and help me up."

Zhou Yan's eyes darkened, but he quickly regained his composure.

He walked over, took the bottle from the woman's hand, and helped her back to her room. A short while later, a tall man in a black suit followed him in.

He hurried into the house, found the woman with big, wavy hair on the bed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he saw the woman's son standing by the bed, his dark eyes staring at him intently, as if trying to suck him in. He felt a slight chill in his heart.

But the man in the suit still knelt down as gently and kindly as possible and said, "Xiao Yan, your mother is drunk. I'll take her to my place for the night and bring her back tomorrow, okay?"

Zhou Yan didn't say anything. The man seemed unfazed, got up on his own, carried the wavy hair out, and put it in the car.

Finally, seeing Zhou Yan standing in the yard, he pulled out a few banknotes from his wallet and stuffed them into his pants pocket: "Xiao Yan will have to take care of his own dinner and breakfast tomorrow."

After saying that, he glanced at the gold watch on his wrist, then hurriedly drove away.

Wen Yan stood there for a long time, until the sound of the car outside the courtyard had faded into the distance, before she walked over to Zhou Yan's side.

Without any hesitation, she took out the money the man in the suit had stuffed into Zhou Yan's pants, smoothed it out one by one, and found it to be a full 30 yuan!

After counting them, he folded them neatly and was about to put them back into Zhou Yan's pocket when his hand was grabbed halfway through.

"Give it to you."