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

The soft and smooth silk cloth fell down.

With a hint of warm orange light, it shone from all directions without any blind spots, and fell into Wen Yinuo's black almond eyes, which were mostly filled with confusion.

The boy's eyes, which had completely adapted to the darkness, suddenly came into contact with the bright light and he closed them again reflexively.

After waiting for several seconds, when closing your eyes no longer makes you feel uncomfortable with the surrounding environment, you slowly open your eyes again.

The first thing that came into contact with my sight was a warm light.

As my eyes gradually opened, the hazy warm light gradually dissipated, and everything in front of me gradually became clear.

The moment his vision became completely clear, all of Wen Yinuo's attention was drawn to a small exhibition stand right in front of him, less than three meters away.

Every item placed on the small booth is something that Wen Yinuo will never forget and will engrave in his heart.

Because those were all the gifts that Fu Jincheng gave him from the day he was brought home by Wen Jian to the day Fu Jincheng left without a word.

Some were obtained by chance, some were bought with money, and more were made by Fu Jincheng himself.

Regardless of their origins, those things represent Fu Jincheng's sincere love for him since he was a child.

These seemingly soulless and cold objects actually contain feelings that will make you feel warm whenever you think of them.

The only problem is that according to Wen Yinuo's current memory, these things should be kept in the safe in his bedroom at his home in Qiongzhou.

——The year when Fu Jincheng first left home, these things accompanied Wen Yinuo and helped him get out of his depressed mood.

After the loss, every time Wen Yinuo looked at these gifts, he would uncontrollably think of the time when his brother had not left home.

Just put it in the room the same way it is, and you will see it eight times if not ten times a day.

Wen Yinuo didn't want to be trapped in negative emotions and make Wen Jian worry, so he decided to go all out and bought a safe, packed up all these things, sealed them, and locked them in.

After being locked in the safe, the safe had never been opened once, starting from the second year after Fu Jincheng left home until the day Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian arrived in Yanjing with their packed luggage.

——A gift from Wen Jian, which accompanied Wen Yinuo from Qiongzhou to his current home in Yanjing.

As for the gifts that Fu Jincheng had sent, there had been no news for almost four years, and he didn't know whether he would ever meet his brother who had left home again. After a brief struggle, Wen Yinuo let the gifts remain in the safe in Qiongzhou.

Logically speaking, these things should not appear in front of him.

Even though they haven't seen each other for many years, the tacit understanding between Fu Jincheng and Wen Yinuo has not diminished at all.

Without saying anything, Fu Jincheng could see the confusion in the boy's eyes with just a glance.

"I asked my mother where these things were." He looked into Wen Yinuo's moist eyes seriously, "Then I found a day when you had full classes and took time out to go to Qiongzhou and bring these things back."

Wen Yinuo remembers his class schedule very clearly.

The full class time of a day, from the time you leave home in the morning to the time you return home in the afternoon, is no more than ten hours.

Even if Fu Jincheng had a private plane, it would take nearly eight hours to fly from Yanjing to Qiongzhou and back, based on the fastest speed.

It takes about two hours to go from Qiongzhou Airport to their home in Wancun, assuming no traffic jams.

In other words, the time spent on commuting alone is the time he spends leaving home and returning home on a full-class day.

And in her memory, ever since she reunited with Fu Jincheng, no matter what day it was, as long as she was out of school, she could always see someone picking her up at the school gate.

In other words, the "some time" that Fu Jincheng mentioned lightly was actually ten hours of non-stop running around.

Even though I had already learned from Fu Jincheng that he had experienced countless busier and more dangerous moments during the years he was away from home.

At this moment, Wen Yinuo's heart still skipped a beat uncontrollably.

The boy's eyelashes trembled slightly, and his voice seemed inexplicably soft and unreal under the warm light:

“…Aren’t you tired?”