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

Fu Jincheng was afraid of scaring Wen Yinuo, so he closed his eyes and suppressed his hatred. He sat on the sofa holding the young man who was still in a trance, patting his back to comfort him and whispering about the past.

Most of them are stories about their childhood, and a small part is the fun that Fu Jincheng was able to discover when he was on the line between life and death.

Wen Yinuo's hands that were clutching Fu Jincheng's clothes on his chest gradually lost strength, and his breathing gradually became calmer.

After an unknown amount of time, the boy blinked, and his confused brain and eyes began to clear up.

"Brother?" Wen Yinuo called softly as if unconsciously.

Fu Jincheng immediately answered him: "I'm here, Xiaobao."

He's always there.

Although his thoughts became clear, Wen Yinuo was still a little confused about the current situation.

He rubbed his sore eyes and caught a glimpse of Fu Jincheng's hand behind his back. A feeling of palpitations inexplicably spread through his heart.

The boy, who had not yet fully recalled his previous out-of-control memories, said with his mouth ahead of his brain: "Brother, what happened to your hand?"

Fu Jincheng smiled a little embarrassedly: "I just bumped into it accidentally."

Wen Yinuo did not respond.

The boy's memory has recalled everything he did when his emotions inexplicably got out of control.

Wen Yinuo suddenly became anxious.

"Brother, I... am right..."

As soon as he said the word "I'm sorry", Wen Yinuo stopped talking in front of Fu Jincheng's green eyes, which were gentler than the water in a lake in spring.

Fu Jincheng no longer hid the bitten hand and squatted down.

He knelt in front of the boy, whose eyes were full of self-blame, in a gesture of submission, and took the boy's hand and placed it on his right chest.

"Don't apologize, Xiaobao." Fu Jincheng's green eyes could only accommodate Wen Yinuo, "Xiaobao can do whatever he wants here with me."

Wen Yinuo blinked, and the unshed tears in his eyes hung on his eyelashes: "But I bit your hand."

"I didn't mean to... I just..."

I was just sick and couldn't help it.

But he didn't dare say it out loud.

He was still afraid that he would be abandoned if he spoke out.

Fu Jincheng looked up at the young man who didn't say sorry but was still apologizing. His heart ached with every word Wen Yinuo said.

He suppressed his distress and tried his best to show tolerance in his eyes: "I know, I know everything."

"Xiaobao didn't mean it."

"You love my brother so much, how could you bear to hurt me?"

Wen Yinuo was about to cry, but he didn't dare to speak and could only nod.

"I also know that Xiaobao is scared now and dare not speak." Fu Jincheng continued softly, "It's okay."

"If we don't want to talk about it now, we won't talk about it."

"Brother will always be with Xiaobao. When you are no longer afraid, you can tell brother."

Wen Yinuo pursed his lips, his tone full of cautious tentativeness: "Really?"

Fu Jincheng knew what the boy was asking, but he did not answer. Instead, he asked the hesitant boy:

"How is it true?"

"I've said so much, Xiaobao, you have to tell me clearly what the point is, so that brother can answer it."

Wen Yinuo closed his lips tightly and struggled internally for a long time under Fu Jincheng's gentle and encouraging gaze.

After the longest hand of the wall clock went three circles, Wen Yinuo spoke in a low voice:

"will not leave."

The boy's voice was very soft, but Fu Jincheng heard it.

But he pretended not to hear: "What? Xiaobao, can you speak louder?"

"I won't leave." Wen Yinuo raised his voice slightly, "My brother said that he would always be by my side and would not leave."

Fu Jincheng's heart was beating wildly and uncontrollably, which made Wen Yinuo a little timid. He struggled to take back his hand that was pressed on the young man's right chest.

"Xiaobao, do you feel it?" Fu Jincheng increased the strength of his hand to prevent the boy from taking his hand back. "This heart is beating for you now."

"As long as you need me, I will always be by your side."

“Never leave.”

Life and death are inseparable.

Fu Jincheng answered the last sentence in his heart but did not say it out loud.

But Wen Yinuo inexplicably added this sentence in his mind.

But he also chose not to say it, and only withdrew his hand after Fu Jincheng had relieved his strength.

The young man's eyes were still on the wound that Fu Jincheng had bitten. After staring for a while, he whispered, "Give me some more time, brother."

Give him some more time.

Wait until he truly lets go and is no longer afraid... or something else.

He would tell Fu Jincheng everything, no matter how big or small.

From the previous life, to death, and then to rebirth.

He would tell Fu Jincheng all those words that would be considered sick and nonsense.

Fu Jincheng took the boy's hand, placed it to his lips, and just kissed it without touching it.

"it is good."

Wen Yinuo heard his brother answer like this.

"I'll wait."

"You can take as long as you want."

A day, a week, a month, a year...a lifetime.

He always has time.

*

The sun sets and the cottage by the sea is shrouded in darkness.

After several hours of comfort and calming, Wen Yinuo has completely recovered from his out-of-control emotions in the evening.

He picked up the paintbrush again, recalling Fu Jincheng's gentle eyes gazing at him in the afternoon. Looking at the portrait that had been completely drawn in the sketchbook, but with only three different colors of gray, white and black, he always felt that something was missing.

But without a reference object, Wen Yinuo couldn't figure out what was missing.

The boy sat up straight and erased and drew the eyes of the portrait in the sketchbook. He drew and erased them several times, but still felt something was wrong.

The boy couldn't draw the feeling he wanted no matter what he did, so he threw his pen and notebook to the corner of the sofa in frustration, jumped off the sofa, and ran to the kitchen without even bothering to put on his shoes.

He wanted to go to the kitchen to see the reference object, but before he even walked two meters away, he almost bumped into Fu Jincheng who was coming back with two bowls of noodles.

Fortunately, Fu Jincheng reacted quickly and dodged in time, avoiding a collision.

He placed two dinners on the eight-immortal table, looked at Wen Yinuo's feet which were only wearing socks, and sighed very softly:

"Why don't you remember to put on your shoes again?"

Wen Yinuo moved back to the sofa step by step, and put on his shoes obediently under Fu Jincheng's gaze. His tone was very careful, for fear of angering others:

"Brother, I didn't mean it."

"I just want to find you quickly."

Fu Jincheng's hand, which was stretched out to rub Wen Yinuo's head, stopped in mid-air. His heart felt like it was being grasped by a big hand and it ached dully.

My throat was so dry that I couldn't speak for a while.

There was a time when his little treasure had never been so timid.

The young and bright Wen Yinuo never hides her emotions at any time.

Most of the time when she wanted to see her brother, she would just shout out loud and stay where she was, waiting for Fu Jincheng to arrive.

Sometimes Fu Jincheng came a little late and would throw a tantrum.

Fu Jincheng was also happy to spoil him, and more than once expressed in front of those who didn't understand him that he hoped Wen Yinuo would always be like this.

Always be innocent and free, always be unrestrained and free, and always be able to do whatever you like.

But this world cannot accommodate so much goodness.

Colorful clouds are easy to disperse, glass will eventually break, and good dreams are hard to come true.