Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

Winslow was stunned for a long moment, blinked his eyes, glanced at Jinchen quickly with some surprise, pursed his lips and said nothing.

A little guilty.

Ten days...

It was a critical moment for cross-border cooperation, and it must have taken a lot of thought to squeeze out the time.

Thinking about his brother's deeper sleep than usual these past few nights, Winslow felt even more distressed. He no longer even forgot that he was angry. He was simply being unreasonable.

Winslow took two steps forward and took Jinchen's finger, "Brother..."

Jinchen said nothing and let him hold her hand, with his other hand supporting his forehead on the table, as if he was very sad.

Winslow squatted down, put his hands on Jinchen's knees, rubbed his chin over, and looked up at Jinchen.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"It's my birthday today, so I have a chance to make a mistake, okay?"

Jinchen was amused, pulled the person into his arms, pinched his nose unhappily, "What nonsense."

Winslow frowned slightly, raised his head and rubbed Jinchen's lips, his voice trembling and soft, "Then kiss me."

"After the kiss, we'll go on a date."

The kiss she responded to was deep, gentle, and full of affection.

Winslow's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he hugged his lover tightly.

How can I be angry?

It was obvious that his brother was so good, and there would never be another one like him in the world.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -15, totaling 5! 】

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After the date, Jinchen carried the cake and prepared to go home with Winslow to celebrate his birthday at midnight.

Even if it was Winslow's own birthday that he arranged, it had to be celebrated well. Jinchen had never been vague about giving his wife a sense of ceremony.

But as soon as the car door opened, Winslow, who was about to get in, suddenly straightened up and looked towards the park not far away with warm yellow street lights. The sound of a flute could be heard faintly from there.

Winslow remembered the music.

When he was eleven years old, he finally broke through his psychological difficulties and agreed to go to the amusement park with his brother. That day was his birthday, just like today.

This park is next to the amusement park. That night was the first time Winslow heard flute music, and also the first time he received a super big gift - a super big gift box prepared by his brother, which was like an enlarged version of the one in the anime.

After that, every evening when Winslow passed by the park, he would hear the sound of the flute and think of the surprise that day.

Today it is today.

Winslow didn't expect the player to still be there.

He pulled Jinchen's sleeve and said, "Brother, I want to go to the park for a walk... or, let's walk home."

"It's not far from home anyway."

Jinchen followed his gaze towards the park's landscape stone entrance and ruffled Winslow's hair, "Okay, I'll go with you."

He put the cake on the back seat and asked the driver to drive back first.

The night was dim, Jinchen held Winslow's hand and walked side by side under the dim street lights.

The park is still bustling with activity. Sparrows with fluffy feathers make the branches tremble. People returning home from get off work late at night can relax for a moment. Couples talk to each other on the benches. Children chase each other with windmills and laugh. The background sound is the crackling sound of grandparents spinning tops.

The man playing the flute sat in the grass with his back to the noise, adding a bit of tranquility to the night.

Winslow didn't think to see who this person was.

Just from the melody, I found the so-called time anchor point through my memory, and saw myself and Jinchen when I was eleven years old.

This made him feel that everything had settled down, as he had been "forgotten" by Jinchen and his soul had been wandering for the past five years.

Winslow suddenly stopped walking, his thoughts interrupted by Jinchen's "wait a moment", and he was pulled away from his memories.

He let go of his hand and watched Jinchen walk quickly to the bench where there was a stall selling children's toys.

After only a few dozen seconds of waiting, Jinchen came back with a bubble-blowing toy, smiled and shot at Winslow, bubbles flew all over the sky and landed on Winslow's hair, shoulders and soft clothes.

Winslow also laughed, took the toy gun handed to him by Jinchen, and shot many colorful bubbles into the sky.

"Are you thinking about the day when you came back from the amusement park when you were a child?" Jinchen asked beside him.

Winslow turned around in surprise, "Brother, do you remember?"

"What is there about you that I don't remember?"

Jinchen gently held him in his arms and stroked the back of his soft neck, "We all really exist, my dear."

Winslow was a little stunned, the soft joy and moisture in his eyes could not be concealed, and even such sensitive thoughts were easily soothed.

He raised his hand and covered Jinchen's cheek, tilted his head back, rubbed his nose lightly against Jinchen's, and his voice was filled with infinite attachment.

"I love you."

Even if everyone forgets.

I also love you very truly and clearly.

Jinchen lowered his head and responded to this love with a gentle kiss.

[The villain's darkening value is detected -5, totaling 0! 】

Accompanied by the sound of the flute, Jinchen and Winslow strolled in the park for a long time until they had used up all the bubbles in the toy gun.

Winslow pretended to be tired from playing and acted like a spoiled child, asking his brother to carry him back home, otherwise he would miss the midnight cake.

"I want to make another wish, brother."

"Come up." Jinchen said.

Winslow laughed slyly and jumped onto Jinchen's back as he wished.

On the way back, Jinchen retraced the path he took that evening, carrying little Winslow home on his back.

Winslow had a lot of things in his hands.

Lucky bag, gift, and a balloon.

Time never stops at a certain moment.

In a person's life, there are always many moments that are reluctant to go through, and thus memories are created.

Recalling the past becomes a romantic thing.

"I'll carry you on my back, and we'll be home after walking this road."

Keep walking and you will reach home at the end.

……

[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission, the reward points are 10000, and the total is 167501! 】

[Soul search completed, memory recall in progress...]