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

Wen Yinuo obediently lay at the end of the bed, watching Fu Jincheng clean up the broken porcelain pieces on the floor bit by bit.

After lying there for a while, Wen Yinuo felt very uncomfortable with this posture.

The young man leaned on the bed to sit up, then slowly moved to the edge of the bed and sat down, with his legs hanging naturally.

The snow-white, delicate, and somewhat skinny feet swayed and swayed into Fu Jincheng's eyes, which were raised unintentionally. It made him feel itchy and he was distracted for a moment, and was almost pricked by the broken porcelain pieces on the ground.

Wen Yinuo was unaware of this little episode.

Soon after he changed from lying prone to sitting on the edge of the bed, his chaotic thoughts, which had just woken up, began to become clear.

Looking at the broken porcelain pieces on the ground and Fu Jincheng who was still dealing with the fragments, some fragmentary images began to emerge in his mind.

Although they were not complete, through those images, Wen Yinuo was still 100% sure that the broken porcelain pieces on the ground were not as Fu Jincheng said. They were because he accidentally slipped and dropped the bowl and spoon on the ground and broke them when he came in to collect the bowls.

It was Wen Yinuo himself who fell uncontrollably after his emotions got aroused again.

What followed next was that he was held in Fu Jincheng's arms and comforted.

But he didn't quite understand. Wen Yinuo tilted his head and thought.

Why did Fu Jincheng lie and say that the pieces were accidentally dropped when he was picking up the bowl?

Why not just tell him the truth?

Wen Yinuo's questioning and inquiring gaze was too obvious for Fu Jincheng to ignore.

He threw the small fragments he had picked up into the trash can beside him, raised his head, and his eyes, clearer than emeralds, met the boy's puzzled eyes.

"What are you thinking about, Xiaobao?" Fu Jincheng's voice still had a hint of hoarseness. "Can you tell your brother about it?"

Wen Yinuo blinked and shook his head firmly: "Not yet."

Although he couldn't understand why Fu Jincheng lied about who broke the bowl, the only thing he was sure of was that Fu Jincheng would not hurt himself.

This is completely enough for Wen Yinuo now.

As for more...

If he asked Fu Jincheng questions now, it would mean that the disease, which would follow him even after he was reborn, would be exposed.

Wen Yinuo was not prepared for this.

He wanted to wait a little longer.

When your emotions are no longer out of control, when you mention or face the Gu family, you will not only be calm on the surface, but also truly calm in your heart.

At that time, he would be able to confess his illness to his brother.

Fu Jincheng sighed softly and just reached out to hold Wen Yinuo's hand, but suddenly remembered that he had just picked up a piece of porcelain, so he paused and withdrew his hand.

"Okay." He looked at the boy with only tenderness and doting in his eyes, "Brother is looking forward to the day when Xiaobao is willing to tell me."

Wen Yinuo didn't say anything, his face was calm.

The slightly curled round toes and the hands clinging to the bed showed that the boy was not at peace.

Until Fu Jincheng went out and came back with a broom and mop, Wen Yinuo was still staring at the ground in a daze.

My brother didn't ask me any further questions.

Wen Yinuo was surprised and happy about this fact.

Now, he can finally say only what he wants to say.

Instead of being forced to give an answer that satisfies the other party on any issue, you can only find peace.

Just as I was secretly rejoicing, Fu Jincheng's gentle voice sounded in my ears.

"Xiaobao, put your feet back on the bed."

Wen Yinuo came back to his senses and saw that Fu Jincheng had already swept the entire floor of the room and started mopping it.

The boy obediently pulled his feet back, hugged his knees, and watched the young man dragging his feet while mumbling to him:

"If you break glass or porcelain, you can't just sweep it away. There will always be residue on the ground."

"After mopping, you have to scrape it with a scraper before mopping again."

Wen Yinuo's throat rolled for a moment, and he whispered, "It's okay if we don't delay, right?"

"I was hit on the head before, and it healed in just a few days."

"Those that are too fine to be swept up shouldn't hurt me."

Fu Jincheng's hands were holding the mop so tightly that veins popped out. Wen Yinuo's eyes, which were always full of tenderness and indulgence, were now cold.

Afraid of scaring Zhenbao who had finally calmed down, Fu Jincheng took several deep breaths before answering Wen Yinuo:

“That was in the past.”

"Now that I'm back, I can't let you, Xiaobao, continue to make do with this."

Wen Yinuo smiled: "But this is so troublesome."

There was no trace of impatience in Fu Jincheng's voice:

"Xiaobao, if you feel it's troublesome, just tell me."

"Brother will take care of everything for you."

Wen Yinuo said “Oh” and said nothing more.

After mopping the room no less than five times, Fu Jincheng was finally slightly satisfied.

He put the cleaning tools back in place, took a quick shower, changed his clothes, and then returned to Wen Yinuo's room.

The boy still maintained the posture of sitting on the bed with his knees hugged, not moving at all.

"Why are you still here?" Fu Jincheng walked up to Wen Yinuo, squatted down, and looked up at him.

"My brother didn't let me get up."

When he first returned to the Gu family, he would be scolded if he didn't listen to his father and mother.

Later, I was driven from the second floor to the basement. During the initial period, I was not only insulted but also beaten.

So now, even though I know Fu Jincheng won't hurt me, the habit of more than four years is there and I can't change it in a short time.

Fu Jincheng felt extremely sad.

But he disguised himself well and didn't let Wen Yinuo see his emotions.

"It's my brother's fault." He said softly, "I should have told you earlier that you can do whatever you want as long as it's safe."

Wen Yinuo's eyes lit up for a moment: "What if I want to do something that is not so safe?"

Now, most of the time, especially when he is alone, he always needs some stimulation to stay awake.

The easiest stimulation to find is to inflict pain on yourself.

Fu Jincheng didn't take even a second to understand the meaning of Wen Yinuo's words.

He really wanted to tell the boy in front of him, hoping that he could tell him everything and stop hurting himself.

However, Wen Yinuo's current condition obviously cannot withstand the pressure.

He could only take it slow, step by step, and walk into Wen Yinuo's long-closed heart, waiting for the day when he would open his heart on his own initiative.

He held the boy's hands and pressed them against his forehead, trying to hide the uneasiness in his eyes:

"Why would Xiaobao want to do something unsafe?"

Wen Yinuo's hands trembled noticeably and tensed up.

The boy's voice was also trembling: "I..."

I want to stay awake?

But I just can't say this sentence.

"It doesn't matter." Fu Jincheng didn't give Wen Yinuo a chance to embarrass him, "Xiaobao, you don't have to say anything now."

"But brother wants to tell you, if you do something that hurts yourself."

"I will be sad and heartbroken."

Wen Yinuo's eyelashes trembled violently.

He didn't quite understand, but he also somewhat understood why Fu Jincheng said that.

"Brother..." Wen Yinuo closed his eyes, holding back the tears that were about to fall, and all the words he wanted to say were reduced to three words, "I'll try my best."

He tried his best not to hurt himself anymore.

"Xiaobao, you don't have to do this." Fu Jincheng let go of the boy's hand, stood up and hugged him lightly, "Just do what you want to do."

"It's just...if you encounter something sad, or feel very sad, I hope you can come to me."

Wen Yinuo was a little panicked.

He wanted to too.

But he dared not.

He was afraid that Fu Jincheng would see him having an attack.

He hoped that in Fu Jincheng's heart, he would always remain the same as he was before he was sixteen.