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

After leaving Lin Songan's house, Fu Jincheng called a private plane and rushed directly to the airport.

From Yanjing to Qiongzhou, spanning a distance from north to south, his nerves were always in a highly tense state and he didn't have even a second to rest.

After finally rushing from Qiongzhou Airport to his home in Wan Village, Fu Jincheng was in a trance for a moment as he looked at the gate that had not changed except for its old look.

He looked for the key to the courtyard door at the original location, but couldn't find it, so he had to climb over the wall to get in.

As soon as he landed and took a few steps, he met eyes with Wen Yinuo who looked up at him.

The long-cherished wish of two lives was fulfilled, and Fu Jincheng's tense nerves that had been tense for a day and a night finally relaxed.

He took two steps forward with shaking hands, his lips moving as if he wanted to call the boy's name, but his eyes went dark, he lost all consciousness, and fell down.

Wen Yinuo, who witnessed everything: …

He's already dead, why would you come back home to die again?

are you crazy.

The boy continued to open the package, leaving Fu Jincheng lying in the yard in the sun.

After unpacking all the express deliveries, Wen Yinuo got up from the ground and stretched.

After relieving the discomfort of sitting for a long time, he moved slowly to the yard little by little.

He squatted in the shade, reached out with a chopstick and poked Fu Jincheng's face.

The young man didn't move.

"Is he really dead?" Wen Yinuo muttered softly, moved forward, and poked again.

Still didn't move.

Wen Yinuo's eyes suddenly turned red. He threw the chopsticks aside and put his hand on the man's philtrum.

There was a shallow and steady breathing.

With this breathing rhythm, he is not only dead, but also unconscious.

To put it simply, it’s just two words: sleep.

Wen Yinuo, who was extremely worried about this a second ago, suddenly laughed angrily.

Sleep, sleep, sleep. I can fall asleep in the yard even in such a hot sun.

Just sleep till you die!

Wen Yinuo kicked the tree next to him angrily and turned to walk towards the house.

Halfway through the walk, the young man stopped and returned to Fu Jincheng.

After looking at him carefully, Wen Yinuo turned Fu Jincheng over and made him lie on his side.

Then she put one arm around Fu Jincheng's waist and the other hand on his knees, and easily picked up the man who was almost 20 centimeters taller than her.

The young man carried the person inside and muttered in dissatisfaction: "I really don't know where you have been eating in the past few years, brother. You have grown so heavy."

Fu Jincheng was sleeping soundly and such a big movement did not wake him up, let alone answer the boy's questions.

After carrying the person to his room and placing him on the floor, Wen Yinuo looked at the person's quiet, much more mature face as he slept. He became angrier and angrier.

In a fit of anger, he took the tools and stool he had just arrived and began to dismantle the air conditioner at the door that had not been used for more than a year.

Dust fell down, and Wen Yinuo became more and more annoyed the more he took it apart. The more he looked at the air conditioner, the more he disliked it.

But the air conditioner was still very mean and provocative: [Oh, what should I do? It's been so long since we last met, but you still need me and you still need me to give me a bath. ]

Wen Yinuo picked up the small electric drill at hand and smiled like a villain: "If you say one more word to me, I will tear you apart and replace you with a new one."

Air conditioning is not cheap anymore, I started crying out of grievance.

It took Wen Yinuo less than ten minutes to dismantle all the parts of the air conditioner that could be removed and cleaned.

He threw it into the light blue basin he had just taken apart, carried the basin to the bathroom, poured the filter and a bunch of messy stuff into the washstand, added water to soak it, and then took another basin of clean water back to the room.

The boy used all his self-control to stop himself from pouring the water on Fu Jincheng's face while he was still sleeping.

Using a chair to climb to a sufficient height, Wen Yinuo began to clean the air conditioner body.

It took almost half an hour to completely clean the air conditioner.

Wen Yinuo became even angrier when he thought that if his brother who had died several years ago had not suddenly come back, he would not have to clean the air conditioner now.

This time he didn't just get angry, but directly covered Fu Jincheng's face with the basin of clean water.

Out of sight, out of mind. Without seeing his brother's face, he could just pretend that the person sleeping on the ground was a dead person and go about his own business.

Smelling the smell of sweat from dismantling the air conditioner, and the sticky smell on his clothes, Wen Yinuo turned over his clothes and went to the bathroom with a sullen face.

It’s all my brother’s fault. He had to take an extra bath during the day.

Fu Jincheng, who was still sleeping, had no idea that in less than two hours, he had been charged with so many crimes.

He was still immersed in the beautiful dream that Xiaobao took the initiative to throw himself at him as soon as they met.

After taking a shower and changing his clothes, Wen Yinuo walked around the basin-headed figure that was blocking his way on the ground, closed the bedroom door, and returned to the room where he had opened the express delivery.

All the unpacked packages and garbage were still piled on the ground and had not been picked up.

Looking at the mess on the floor, the emotions that had calmed down while taking a shower came back up again.

...He wanted to smear all this garbage on his brother's face.

...Never mind, it’s still not confusing.

I left it in the bedroom and was too lazy to clean it.

Wen Yinuo picked up a hair tie and tied up his hair, then began to clean up the garbage from the express delivery.

It looked like the garbage that covered the ground was put into a garbage bag used for giant street trash cans, but it was not even half full.

According to the boy's habit, he would throw away the garbage immediately after collecting it.

Only this time, before throwing it, he thought of his brother who was sleeping in the room.

The thick and long eyelashes like butterfly wings concealed the surging thoughts in the boy's eyes.

He stared at the garbage bag for a long time, then dragged it to a corner under the eaves to protect it from rain and light.

It’s better not to throw it away for now. Wen Yinuo thought, what if the sleeping person wakes up and doesn’t want to leave, and wants to live here permanently?

When the time comes, the unfilled garbage bag will be just right for him to use to collect garbage.

Let me make it clear in advance, absolutely, he does not want the person who left without saying a word to stay.

He just didn't want to waste resources.

After putting away the garbage bag, Wen Yinuo began to sort out the various items that had been unpacked.

He didn't put things away where they belonged, he just sorted them according to their purpose.

The process didn't take long.

Looking at the tidy room, Wen Yinuo felt much better.

Especially the more than ten kinds of exquisite small items that Zhao Lingyun sent, which were just beautiful but had no practicality at all.

Objectively speaking, beautiful things do make people feel better.

Hmm... maybe he could buy more exquisite and beautiful things to play with in the future?

Although I won’t wear it on my body as my sister said, but even if I just put it on display and feel good looking at it, it has done its job.

But is my sudden improvement in mood really just due to those exquisite little things?

Wen Yinuo didn’t know and didn’t want to think about it.

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I can only say that the two kids have very unique thinking patterns.

Otherwise... well, it would be a downright abusive article.