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

Although the temperature in Qiongzhou never drops below 20 degrees Celsius during the day, it is a bit chilly at night.

Fu Jincheng forced Wen Yinuo to put on a cotton coat, gloves, a scarf, and ear warmers before he was allowed to come out.

The boy turned around in front of the mirror and muttered, "I look like a ball."

"It's okay. I'll support you even if you're a ball." Fu Jincheng held a piece of the divided cake and leaned against the door to smile at Wen Yinuo, "No matter what you are, I'll support you for the rest of your life."

Wen Yinuo turned around proudly, rearranged her scarf and ear warmer, and then walked out.

There are always few people on winter nights.

However, it was only a few minutes after ten o'clock, and the entire village was already completely immersed in darkness.

The only light was the flashlight in Fu Jincheng's hand.

The two set out from home and followed the road towards the cemetery.

Halfway through the walk, Wen Yinuo grabbed Fu Jincheng and stopped.

"Huh? Not going?" Fu Jincheng turned around and asked.

After making a wish and dividing the cake, Wen Yinuo, who was supposed to have a break, looked at the familiar Wen Jian on the projection and suggested taking the birthday cake to see Wen Jian.

Fu Jincheng, who would never let Wen Yinuo go out on such a cold night at any other time, agreed.

This is why Wen Yinuo was wrapped into a ball.

"No." The boy's voice was visibly nervous. "Brother, do you think there's something wrong with the way I'm wearing it now? Is it too ugly?"

Fu Jincheng thought for a moment and answered seriously: "Not ugly, very cute."

So cute that he wanted to eat it in one bite.

Wen Yinuo was relieved and continued to move forward.

After taking two steps, Wen Yinuo spoke again.

This time I didn’t ask: “Brother, go back and send away the device that allows me to see my mother.”

Fu Jincheng paused: "Is there something wrong? Or do you just not like it?"

"Neither." Wen Yinuo's eyes flashed with confusion for a moment, "I just feel that I can't keep dwelling on the past."

It is an indisputable fact that Wen Jian has passed away.

No matter how similar the simulated projection is, it will never be the real Wen Jian.

Ultimately, it's all fake.

He was tortured by the past and wanted to find a spiritual sustenance for himself.

But that was before.

just now……

Wen Yinuo secretly glanced at Fu Jincheng and immediately looked away.

He has new hopes and an unknown but brand new future.

No need to dwell on the past again and again.

All the way to Wen Jian's tombstone, Fu Jincheng put down the box, opened the cake, and bowed three times with Wen Yinuo before standing up.

The wind was a little strong, so Fu Jincheng stood on the upper left of Wen Yinuo to block most of the wind for him.

Wen Yinuo lowered his eyes and looked at the tombstone, the emotions in his eyes were so complicated that it was impossible to tell.

After a long while, he spoke softly:

"Mom, I'm an adult today."

"My brother spent my birthday with me, and he also let me see you again."

The wind became weaker and blew from another direction, gently caressing Wen Yinuo's cheek.

Just like before leaving, the mother gives her child a final blessing and a kiss.

I used to think that I could spend every birthday with my brother and you, mom. Wen Yinuo said silently in his heart.

But that's impossible, mom, you're gone.

The wind was still so gentle, and this time, even Fu Jincheng felt it.

But it's different this time. Wen Yinuo continued to whisper in his heart, I suddenly realized that I can now accept the fact that you, mom, have completely left.

And this time, I also have a brother.

He has been by her side since half a year ago, never leaving her side, accompanying her as she climbed out of the abyss little by little.

It’s more than half a year, not just a week, not just ten days or half a month.

One hundred and eighty days, and more.

After so many days of sincere companionship, even though Wen Yinuo's insecurity and distrust due to his experiences in his previous life firmly occupied the boy's heart, he also felt Fu Jincheng's sincerity and the cherishment he showed in every dangerous action.

That is definitely not just something you say or perform.

It is absolute love from the heart.

Just for this reason, Wen Yinuo thought, he was willing to face the possibility of being smashed to pieces and take another gamble.

Put your trust in Fu Jincheng and bet on your own future.

If I lose again this time... No, Fu Jincheng, my brother, will never let me lose.

Fu Jincheng, with his back half turned to Wen Yinuo, could not see the boy's face, but he suddenly felt that the gaze on him seemed to have changed.

He turned around curiously and met Wen Yinuo's gaze, which had not moved away.

Just as I was wondering, the young man with a burning gaze laughed inexplicably and said:

"Brother, do you remember what you said to me when you first came back?"

Fu Jincheng: "Remember."

He did remember, but he had said too much. If he didn't point it out in detail, he probably wouldn't be able to find the question that Wen Yinuo wanted to ask even if he was given two days.

"Remember..." Wen Yinuo seemed to be mumbling to himself, but also seemed to be asking Fu Jincheng, "Then brother, why don't you guess now what I want to ask."

Fu Jincheng was sincere when he should be: "Too many. It will take a long time to guess."

"It's cold here. How about we wait until we finish spending time with mom and then go home and guess again?"

Wen Yinuo laughed: "No need."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around, faced Wen Jian's tombstone, and squatted down.

"Brother, come here too."

Fu Jincheng came over obediently and squatted down together.

Wen Jian couldn't speak, and neither of them spoke. The air was so quiet that not even the sound of the wind could be heard.

It can be said to be weird.

After a long while, Wen Yinuo looked at Wen Jian and said softly:

"Brother, most of the time, I still feel insecure."

Fu Jincheng was slightly stunned.

"I know my brother won't abandon me, but I can't help but think about the possibility of being abandoned again."

That's why I have stayed in Wan Village, hoping to calm my inner anxiety by relying on the familiarity of the hometown where I grew up.

Fu Jincheng, who would usually interrupt at this time, put his arm around the boy's shoulders, said nothing, and listened to him quietly.

“I don’t know when this feeling of uneasiness will disappear.”

"But this time, I want to take another gamble."

Wen Yinuo's voice was very soft, and the words he spoke were words that Fu Jincheng originally thought he would have to wait several years to hear.

"Brother, do you remember when you first came back, you told me that you wanted to take me back to Yanjing?"

That was when he lost interest in everything and saw everything as gray.

Fu Jincheng tried various ways every day to make him talk, make him laugh, and play various games with him.

At that time, Fu Jincheng didn't dare to provoke directly and could only hint at it indirectly.

He asked indirectly, but Wen Yinuo pretended not to understand.

"I've thought it through now." The young man, who was half-held in Fu Jincheng's arms, raised his eyes, and Fu Jincheng, who had not yet come back to his senses, was reflected in his eyes, "I want to go."

"Brother, take me to Yanjing."

Even though it wasn't his home, the bad guys were there.

The school he filled out was also there.

My brother’s biological parents were also there.

Whether for himself or Fu Jincheng, he had to go back.