roccoschili Chapter 92 I've made up my mind, I'm going to change my name to Pei Weijin.
Chapter 92 I've made up my mind, I'm going to change my name to Pei Weijin.
Later, the two adopted the little white dog and named it Little White Dog, a name given by Jiang Yu.
There wasn't much to do in the village back then, so Yan Zhuoyu forcibly requisitioned the little white dog and played house with Jiang Yu.
Yan Zhuoyu also used mud and leaves to cook a bunch of dishes on the stone slab.
She carefully stroked the dog's head with her muddy hands: "Jiang Yu, you play the father, I'll play the mother, and the little white dog is our son. We need to give it a proper name."
"What should we name him?" Jiang Yu racked his brains: "Yan Xiaobai."
Yan Zhuoyu: "..."
She didn't want to deal with this name-giving idiot.
After thinking for five minutes, Yan Zhuoyu remembered that Jiang Yu had said he would soon be taken home by his biological parents, so she suggested, "Let's call it 'Unending,' like the poem, 'Wildfire cannot burn it out, the spring breeze brings it back to life.' I hope that even after we part, our fate will not end."
Jiang Yu nodded in agreement: "That's great, Yan Bujin."
Taking the opportunity, Yan Zhuoyu handed him the flip phone she had bought: "When you go to your new home, we can use this to keep in touch. I'll teach you how to use it; this is the camera function."
She shoved the phone into Jiang Yu's hand, pointing the camera at herself, "Try taking a good picture of me, or I won't give it to you."
Jiang Yu carefully adjusted the angle and pressed the shutter.
The little girl in the photo still has her easy-to-manage buzz cut, making a cool gun gesture, with a free and unrestrained look in her eyes. The warm yellow sunlight shines on her, giving her a vitality like wild grass, free and beautiful.
Upon seeing the photo, Yan Zhuoyu exclaimed in surprise, "Wow, you're such a good photographer! You made me look so beautiful! Send me an MMS message right away, I want to set it as my wallpaper."
Jiang Yu smiled and saved her phone number: "You've always been very beautiful."
Yan Zhuoyu gave him a compliment: "You're quite handsome too."
……
On January 25th of the following year, without any warning, Yan Zhuoyu was forcibly taken back by Yan Shuting, reportedly because the Jiang family had caused a great disturbance.
By the time Jiang Yu learned of this, it was too late; the matter was already settled.
On almost the same day, his biological parents, the Pei family, also came to pick him up.
Before leaving, he hurriedly dialed Yan Zhuoyu's number, but no one answered.
Sitting in the car on the way back to the Pei family home, Pei Ruolin curiously leaned over and asked, "Brother, what's your name?"
Jiang Yu replied, "My name is Jiang Yu."
Pei Jincheng, driving the car, said unhappily, "As a child of the Pei family, you must have the surname Pei. I have already chosen a name for you, Pei Mingxuan."
Jiang Yu gripped his phone tightly and said, looking down, "I don't want to change my name."
What if he changes his name and Yan Zhuoyu can't find him?
Pei Jincheng frowned and said with dissatisfaction, "Not change the name? What will people think? They'll think I, Pei Jincheng, am raising someone else's son!"
Jiang Yu bluntly stated, "Aren't you one?"
Although the remark was unintentional, it struck a nerve with Pei Jincheng.
Jiang Yu recalled that he should have returned to the Pei family a year ago, but because of Pei Ruolin's heart disease, Pei Jincheng made him stay in the countryside for a longer period of time.
Pei Jincheng slammed on the brakes in a fit of rage, about to explode, but Lin Qinglan stopped him in time.
"Alright, why argue with the child? Let him call him whatever he wants. He's still our precious son, isn't he?"
Lin Qinglan gently comforted him and took a toy out of her bag and handed it to Jiang Yu.
"Mom bought this at the supermarket yesterday. I don't know if you like it. Changing your name is up to you, but you definitely have to change your surname. Think it over and tell Mom. I'll ask a fortune teller to give you a few meaningful names, and you can choose one you like."
Pei Ruolin snatched the toy first and then handed it to Jiang Yu like a little master.
"Brother Jiang, this is so much fun! And I can even help you choose a name!"
Lin Qinglan frowned and said, "Let your brother decide on the name himself."
Jiang Yu didn't take the toy. He looked up and stared intently at Lin Qinglan: "I've made up my mind. I want to change my name to Pei Weijin."
Lin Qinglan was taken aback, seemingly not expecting it to happen so suddenly.
"This name is good. It just so happens that you are lacking the element of fire in your Five Elements. The character 'Jin' is used very cleverly."
Jiang Yu hummed in agreement and continued to stare at his phone, waiting for a call back.
The scorching night illuminates the darkness.
Wildfire cannot burn it all, the scorching night has not yet ended; I hope that his fate with Yan Zhuoyu is truly not over.
……
pat-
The charcoal fire raged in the iron basin, and a piece of charcoal slag jumped out, the pungent smell of smoke assaulting Yan Zhuoyu's nostrils.
"Cough cough..."
Yan Zhuoyu barely opened her eyes. Although she was weak all over, the pain after the anesthesia wore off was as clear as being pricked by needles. Under the scorching heat, her throat was dry and itchy, and her breath tasted of blood.
She tried to move her arm, and after realizing her predicament, she cursed under her breath, "They're not leaving me any way out."
The flames closed in relentlessly, and the silk trouser legs were soon lifted up, revealing a layer of black edges.
Yan Zhuoyu struggled to stand up, hunched over, and carried the chair behind her back, moving step by step toward the door with difficulty.
The rope was almost completely wrapped around her limbs. The lack of oxygen and the fire inside the house made it impossible for her to sit still and wait for the prince in the fairy tale to come and save her.
Yan Zhuoyu backed up to the door, tentatively raised her finger and pushed it, but it was locked.
Coincidentally, she could open this type of lock.
Unfortunately, she didn't have enough room to maneuver.
Yan Zhuoyu looked down at the stool legs; they were made of wood.
Wood is better than iron; it can be broken.
She closed her eyes, then slammed the stool against the door.
Her back inevitably received the impact as well. Yan Zhuoyu gritted her teeth and persevered until the stool broke apart and the rope loosened.
After regaining her freedom, Yan Zhuoyu patted her pockets and muttered, "Those two bastards stole my phone."
"Six million! Wait till I get out, I'll make sure you all rot in jail!"
And that kid from the Jiang family, Bujin, Weijin, is he really the same person?
She has to survive to settle accounts with everyone one by one!
Yan Zhuoyu quickly turned the charcoal braziers upside down one by one, then took off the thin hairpins from her head, straightened them, and began to pry open the locks.
The pin clip was inserted into the lock cylinder and slowly and tentatively pushed upwards until two crisp clicks were heard, and the lock opened.
"Cough cough..."
Yan Zhuoyu felt like her throat was on fire. She pushed the door with all her might, but it wouldn't budge.
Peering through the narrow crack in the door.
There was a traffic jam outside, completely blocking the way out.
Yan Zhuoyu felt her back hurt even more: "Damn it!"
It's true, sometimes heaven leaves no way out.
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The third brother led a team, driving a jeep to precisely reach the last coordinates of the cell phone signal.
All that could be seen was a solitary tree stump with a broken custom-made mobile phone and a bizarre clown music box on it.
He took a picture of the scene and sent it to Sister Cen for record-keeping.
Pick up the card next to the music box, which was covered in bloody scribbles.
[Hehe, I'm a little curious if a crushed phone will still have a location tracking function. Thanks for testing it for me, everyone! I bet you guys tracked it down here, right? Congratulations, you've got the wrong phone.]