After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

It took the two of them half a day to finally make a cake.

I woke up late to begin with, and with this delay, it was already evening.

Although it wasn't completely dark yet, the sun had already set.

Wen Yinuo, who had been in the kitchen for the whole afternoon, was surprised when he saw it when he went out.

"Is it that late?"

“It feels like only a short time has passed.”

It just felt like a blink of an eye.

Fu Jincheng carefully carried the cake out and smiled silently when he heard his words: "Xiaobao, go and help me open the door."

"The door is open."

"It's not the door to the living room." Fu Jincheng walked to his side, "It's the door to my room."

"Didn't you stop me from going in before?" Wen Yinuo was puzzled. "Are you allowing me to go in now?"

Fu Jincheng smiled gently, but his words were cold:

"No, I just asked you to open the door, Xiaobao."

Wen Yinuo did not accept his provocation: "Humph, don't think I don't know, you must be preparing a birthday present for me in there."

"Yes." Fu Jincheng admitted generously, "But now you can't go in."

Wen Yinuo was so angry that he wanted to bite him.

After entering the door, Fu Jincheng kicked the door shut without hesitation.

Wen Yinuo, who was standing just outside the door, was so curious about the things in the room that he was scratching his head.

It was okay before, after all, it wasn’t his birthday yet. Since it was a birthday present, it was normal not to let him in.

But today is his birthday, what's wrong with letting him in!

What on earth is this thing that is so mysterious?

Or, should he go and grab it from the window?

Wen Yinuo, who thought he had a good idea, stood up and was caught off guard by Fu Jincheng's smiling eyes.

Fu Jincheng, who knew Wen Yinuo better than he did himself, saw through his little thoughts at a glance:

"Don't even think about it. I've drawn curtains on the windows and locked them."

Wen Yinuo: ...

Bro is bad!

"You don't have to wait too long." Fu Jincheng pinched the boy's puffy face, "You can go paint now. I'll call you when the time comes."

"Hmm? Okay?"

Wen Yinuo was deliberately seduced by Fu Jincheng and was frightened and replied with a confused "OK".

When I returned to my room, I came to my senses and found something was wrong.

Just now, his brother did that on purpose, right?

It must be intentional! Otherwise why would she wink at him!

Wen Yinuo was very dissatisfied in his heart, but he stayed in the room obediently.

It was not until he heard a knock on the door that he jumped up, jumped to the door in two steps and opened it.

"Brother! Can I go and see the presents now?"

Fu Jincheng hummed and took out a silk ribbon of the same eye color: "Before going in, Xiaobao, please cover your eyes first."

Deprived of his eyesight, Wen Yinuo's curiosity was aroused to the highest point as he was led by Fu Jincheng for a few short steps.

Until the door to the room opened.

Before the boy sat down, he heard a familiar and warm voice:

"Xiaobao, long time no see."

It’s Wen Jian.

Even though his eyes were covered, Wen Yinuo could still imagine the expression on Wen Jian's face.

It must be peaceful, simple, yet inclusive of all kindness.

"I'm sorry, Mom left too early and Xiaobao was wronged."

Wen Yinuo knew very well that this was fake and not the real Wen Jian.

But he still wanted to speak up and tell Wen Jian that he had never really thought so.

Even when the times are most difficult, when it is hardest to fall asleep, when every blink of an eye and every breath is a burden and pain.

What he really hoped was that Wen Jian would come and take him away, or see him in his dreams.

Wen Yinuo has never felt that Wen Jian has ever wronged him.

But no matter how strong the desire to explain was in my heart, the words that were right at the tip of my throat always seemed to be blocked by a huge rock.

Apart from the sounds of breathing and sobbing, not a single audible word could be uttered.

Fu Jincheng just watched and felt his heart aching.

But he couldn't help.

Wen Yinuo can only rely on himself to get out of this situation.

In my ears, the boy's sobbing showed no sign of subsiding.

Fu Jincheng hugged Wen Yinuo from behind and raised his hand to untie the silk ribbon covering the boy's eyes.

Those bright black almond eyes were now filled with tears.

The moment the silk ribbon was taken off, he squinted his eyes reflexively, and when his eyes opened again, a figure appeared in his eyes.

It was Wen Jian, with deep sadness between his eyebrows and eyes.

It's fake, an illusory projection.

But Wen Yinuo was 100% sure that if Wen Jian were still alive, he would have the same expression when looking at him now.

What’s extra is the living Wen Jian who will hug him.

"I'm sorry." Fu Jincheng's voice became a little hoarse because of deliberate suppression, "It's my fault."

Originally, he just wanted to fulfill the promise he made to Wen Yinuo a few months ago when he made up for his first three birthdays.

Let "Wen Jian" say a few more words.

No one wanted to make Wen Yinuo sad.

"It's not my brother's fault." With years of tacit understanding, even without explanation, Wen Yinuo understood what Fu Jincheng wanted to express, "I should thank my brother."

Thank you for fulfilling my long-cherished wish.

It gave me the opportunity to see with my own eyes again another important person in my life who gave me a second life.

Fu Jincheng remained silent, rubbing his face against the slightly cool skin on the back of Wen Yinuo's neck.

Many times, we understand something intellectually, but it is a completely different matter emotionally.

He wanted to fulfill Wen Yinuo's dream of reuniting his family of three, but he really didn't want him to cry.

The two were silent for a moment, but Wen Jian smiled faintly and waved at them:

"Xiaobao and Dabao, why are you so far away from me? Come here quickly."

Wen Yinuo was still stunned by Wen Jian's true self, but Fu Jincheng had already led the boy over.

When the distance is closer, the projection not only does not look fake, but appears more real.

Whether it's the eyes, micro-expressions, or the pores and hair on the face, to the naked eye, it looks like a real person.

Although it somewhat ruined the atmosphere, Wen Yinuo couldn't help but imagine how much money Fu Jincheng had spent in order to let him see Wen Jian again.

He couldn't guess the exact amount, but from what he saw with his own eyes, it was obviously not a small amount.