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

On a cloudless night, the crescent moon rises above the branches, and tiny stars hang in the sky, dancing slowly.

Wen Yinuo stood at the edge of the eaves, pursed his lips and watched Fu Jincheng drag the last bag of garbage to the yard and pile it up, his eyes sweeping across the house that had been cleaned all day.

Apart from the unchanged layout, the details were completely different from when he had hurriedly arrived the night before.

Not only was it completely clean, but Fu Jincheng also casually put down many things, adding a strong breath of life to the place.

"Now all that's missing is mom's room." Fu Jincheng ran to Wen Yinuo in two big strides, looked at the young man with lowered eyes and smiled, "Xiaobao, give me the key, I'll go clean it."

"It's too late today, and you're still young, go wash up and rest first."

Wen Yinuo clenched his hands and shook his head: "No."

"You need to rest, too."

Mom's room is just there and won't move away, so it's not too late to clean it tomorrow.

Fu Jincheng was stunned for a moment, then nodded.

He raised his hand and was about to touch the boy's head, but Wen Yinuo suddenly took a step back and avoided his hand.

"Okay." Fu Jincheng lowered his hands, his voice bitter, "I'll listen to Xiaobao."

No, don't be impatient. Fu Jincheng told himself in his heart. They haven't seen each other for several years, so it's normal for Xiaobao to resist him.

Take it slow, raise it slowly, he will always wait until the day when Xiaobao truly and completely accepts him.

And he believed that he wouldn't have to wait too long for that day.

Wen Yinuo, who reflexively avoided Fu Jincheng's outstretched hand, felt uncomfortable himself.

Although he still felt a little resentful of his brother for leaving without a word back then and coming back without a word now.

But after staying in the Gu family for so many years, he knew clearly that although the so-called "wealthy family" looked glamorous and envied by everyone on the surface, most of them had secrets hidden inside that they dared not expose.

She also learned that Fu Jincheng was really dead in his previous life and it wasn't that he had never looked for her. Apart from a few minor complaints, she didn't feel angry at all.

Even less exclusive.

Intellectually, Wen Yinuo could accept Fu Jincheng's intimate actions towards him.

No matter how hard he tried to ignore it, the four years he lived in the Gu family left an indelible mark on him.

This situation had never happened when he was with his sister, but when facing his brother, with whom he had a closer relationship, Wen Yinuo was more likely to lose control of his temper and engage in various conditioned reflex behaviors.

He didn't understand.

Looking up at Fu Jincheng's obviously lost expression, Wen Yinuo felt very uncomfortable.

He couldn't understand why he reflexively avoided his brother's hand, but he didn't want to see his brother sad.

Just as Fu Jincheng was about to leave, the young man reached out and gently grasped the young man's clothes.

"Brother." Wen Yinuo spoke in a low voice with his head lowered, making it difficult to tell his emotions, but his words were soft.

"Would you like to hug me?"

Fu Jincheng couldn't believe what he heard for a moment, and asked in a trembling voice: "What?"

Wen Yinuo became even more nervous after not calling anyone, but he still answered the young man patiently.

"Brother." The boy repeated word for word, "Do you want to hug me?"

The next moment, Wen Yinuo was embraced in a hot embrace.

How strange. Wen Yinuo thought as he leaned in Fu Jincheng's arms.

When Mingming hugged his sister at the airport, he only felt happy and reluctant.

Why did he feel wronged when hugging his brother?

I felt so aggrieved that my eyes were sore and bitter.

Before the tears fell, he felt the person holding him was trembling.

Wen Yinuo blinked, suppressed the soreness in his eyes, raised his hand, slowly and firmly hugged Fu Jincheng back, and patted his back gently.

"Brother," he whispered, "why are you shaking?"

Are you afraid?

Fu Jincheng didn't answer him, but held the boy's arms even tighter, as if he wanted to merge the boy's entire body into his bones and blood.

how many years?

Fu Jincheng can no longer remember.

Ever since he left home in his previous life, he has been looking forward to meeting Wen Yinuo again one day in the future and holding him in his arms.

He waited and waited, and finally waited until he completely controlled the Fu family and got news about Wen Yinuo, but he died before finding him.

He was lucky that his soul was confined to Wen Yinuo after his death.

At the first moment, Fu Jincheng felt happy about this.

Although I didn't meet the person I loved so much again when he was alive, he can be with him all the time after he dies.

But this joy did not last long. Seeing the young man whom he held dear to his heart being framed, misunderstood and humiliated by the Gu family, without even anyone to talk to, his long-lost heart ached to the point of bleeding, and his soul felt like it was being torn into pieces.

Countless times, he wanted to hug the boy who was crying in the basement and comfort him, and tell him that his brother was there, but all he got was the fact that his brother passed through the boy's body.

That made Fu Jincheng realize clearly again and again that he was dead and he would never be able to truly hug Wen Yinuo again in this life.

He just floated alone beside the boy, watching him being bullied and memorizing everyone's face.

Then after waiting for several years, they received the sad news that Wen Yinuo was suffering from advanced leukemia.

Afterwards, he woke up and returned to this life.

He immediately searched online and asked numerous famous doctors, but the answers he got were all the same -

There is no cure for advanced leukemia.

At that moment, Fu Jincheng understood that his Xiaobao, who had suffered so much, had lost even the basic right to live.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Xiaobao is still doing well now.

The young man, who had been held by Fu Jincheng for a long time, twisted his body slightly. Before he could let go of him, he suddenly felt a drop of coolness on his shoulders and neck.

The boy thought it was an illusion, but then more wetness fell.

"Brother?" Wen Yinuo no longer wanted anyone to let him go, and his tone was unconsciously flustered, "Are you crying?"

Fu Jincheng retorted with a nasal tone: "No."

"I was so excited that I was sweating."

From the moment Fu Jincheng came back, Wen Yinuo laughed out loud for the first time:

"Brother, why do you still like to be so stubborn?"

I always liked to be stubborn and refuse to admit anything in the past, and it’s still the same now.

It can be said that what Wen Jian always said to him was true:

Even if the sky falls, your brother will hold it up.

Fu Jincheng listened to the boy's clear laughter and felt happy too.

But it is impossible to change what you say.

"I'm not being tough." He emphasized again, "I'm just sweating from excitement."

Wen Yinuo couldn't let go of the smile on his face. He patted Fu Jincheng on the back and followed his instructions:

"Okay, okay, brother is not being stubborn."

"I guessed wrong."

Fu Jincheng rubbed the boy's shoulder.

Wen Yinuo loosened his hand and pushed the person who was rubbing his tears on his clothes: "Brother, can you let me go first?"

Don't wipe your tears on his clothes.

Fu Jincheng's voice was muffled: "I'll hold you for a while longer."

Just for a moment.

I don’t know when the next opportunity will be.