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

The room was very quiet for a moment.

Fu Jincheng didn't hear Wen Yinuo's answer, nor did he refute it. He knew in his heart that this was a way to break through his defenses.

I've only been back for less than a day, and this is already a pleasant surprise.

More... just leave it to time.

"Well," Fu Jincheng said in a more relaxed tone, "If Xiaobao wants to find me when he is sad one day, just knock on the door three times."

"It's not my room, it's your own room, Xiaobao."

The panic in Wen Yinuo's eyes gradually faded away, but he did not completely believe it.

Fu Jincheng rubbed the boy's head and said, "I know you don't believe that knocking on your own door three times can be heard."

Wen Yinuo replied in a muffled voice: "I couldn't hear it in the first place."

Knocking on the door does not mean banging on it. If you stand a little further away from the door, you won't be able to hear it.

"Just give it a try." Fu Jincheng smiled, "Xiaobao, you should give your brother a chance first."

Wen Yinuo hummed and turned his head away from him, but what he was thinking in his heart was that maybe he could really find an opportunity to give it a try.

To temporarily calm the depressed boy, Fu Jincheng opened his arms towards Wen Yinuo:

"Come, brother will carry you out."

Wen Yinuo did not move: "I have shoes, I can walk by myself."

Fu Jincheng's eyes were full of teasing: "Oh, that's because brother forgot to tell you again."

"Your shoes were scratched by broken porcelain pieces before, so you can't wear them for the time being."

Wen Yinuo felt that Fu Jincheng was lying to him.

But the young man looked extremely serious, and he didn't look like he was lying at all.

Wen Yinuo believed it and let Fu Jincheng pick him up and leave the room.

The boy's eyes swept across the light green wind chime hanging in front of the window and swaying gently. He felt for no reason that the color of the wind chime was very beautiful.

Just not as beautiful as his brother's eyes.

Carrying the person and putting him on the sofa in the living room, Fu Jincheng squatted down to put socks on Wen Yinuo.

"...No need for that." Wen Yinuo was embarrassed and helpless, "I have hands."

Fu Jincheng was unmoved and directly brought up his childhood: "Xiaobao, have you forgotten? When you were a child, not only did your brother give you clothes, socks and shoes, but he also bathed you."

Wen Yinuo: ...

After all, he was not as thick-skinned as Fu Jincheng, so he could only avoid looking at Fu Jincheng and let him do whatever he wanted.

After I washed and dressed again, almost twenty minutes had passed.

Fu Jincheng could have continued to struggle, but he sped up only after Wen Yinuo repeatedly urged him to go see his mother.

"Wait a minute." Wen Yinuo, who had gone out first, touched his bag and said hurriedly, "I didn't take the key."

It’s all my brother’s fault. He’s been teasing him and making him forget about his work.

Fu Jincheng closed the door, took out the key from his pocket and raised it under the boy's condemning gaze:

"I brought it."

Realizing that he had embarrassed himself again, Wen Yinuo angrily glared at Fu Jincheng and walked away quickly.

Fu Jincheng closed the door to his house and the yard, then trotted after Wen Yinuo:

"Why is Xiaobao angry again?"

Wen Yinuo glared at him unhappily: "Brother, you were not like this last night."

Fu Jincheng was apparently very reserved last night, so how come he turned into his old rogue self after waking up today?

"That was last night." Fu Jincheng took the boy's hand and said, "Brother, I spent one night to figure it out. Xiaobao, you are my brother. Why should I be so distant in front of you?"

Having said that, Fu Jincheng's heart was not as calm as he appeared to be on the surface.

During those years of separation, there was an insurmountable gap between him and Wen Yinuo.

Even after reading Wen Jian's letter and hearing Wen Yinuo say several times that he didn't blame him, Fu Jincheng was still panicked and afraid.

He was afraid that Wen Yinuo would suddenly blame him one day, and that his inappropriate words or actions would cause Wen Yinuo to reject him.

But all these fears and panics he had were nothing compared to Wen Yinuo's health.

Given Wen Yinuo's current state of mind, he could not be allowed to stay with the boy all the time.

In other words, he couldn't stop Wen Yinuo from hurting himself when he was alone.

So the only thing I can do now is to try to divert Wen Yinuo's attention when I am not alone, so that he has no time and energy to think about other things.

Wen Yinuo's heart was shaken violently because of the word "brother".

In the shock, in addition to happiness, there is also a little sourness.

The two of them tacitly agreed not to speak again until they set out on the road to the cemetery.

Fu Jincheng's breathing became visibly rapid.

"Mom...she's here?"

Wen Yinuo held Fu Jincheng's hands as he tried to pull them away: "...Yeah."

Fu Jincheng suddenly felt that every step he took weighed a thousand pounds.

He had clearly agreed to come and see Wen Jian, but when he was really close to her, he became timid again.

"Brother, don't be afraid." Wen Yinuo's eyes were clear, "Mom has never blamed you."

"He misses you very much."

Fu Jincheng didn't know how to explain that he wasn't afraid, it was just...

But what is it? He himself doesn't quite understand.

Wen Yinuo led Fu Jincheng all the way to Wen Jian's tombstone. Looking at Wen Jian smiling faintly on the cold tombstone, Fu Jincheng's vision blurred instantly.

Wen Yinuo let go of Fu Jincheng's hand and walked to the edge of the row, leaving Fu Jincheng and Wen Jian some space alone.

After less than two minutes, he felt a little bored, so he simply sat down on the steps that were washed clean by the rain and took out his cell phone.

I was planning to play games to kill time, but as soon as I unlocked the phone, more than 40 messages from Zhao Lingyun popped up.

Wen Yinuo had to put down the game temporarily, read the messages sent by Zhao Lingyun carefully one by one, and replied to her starting from the first one.

[I didn’t make the porridge myself.]

As soon as this reply was sent, Zhao Lingyun replied immediately:

[Which store did you buy that from? It looks delicious.]

[When your sister comes to visit, remember to take her out to eat. ]

Wen Yinuo's hand tapping on the screen hesitated for a moment, struggling between lying and telling the truth, and chose the latter.

He doesn't like being deceived, nor does he want to deceive others.

[I didn’t buy it.]

【My brother made this for me.】

Zhao Lingyun, who was lying down, sat up suddenly.

What the hell? Brother?

Where did this thing come from?