Who took away my wealth

Gu Yu gradually became a social beast with resentment in his heart, who could only smile on the surface every day but hide his feelings in his heart.

Until that ordinary overtime night, when he died suddenly on the street.

As he thought about it, he heard his grandfather crying towards the tombstone:

"Xiao Yu, it's us who are useless. We don't understand the law, we don't understand anything. We thought we wanted to get justice for you, but in the end we didn't get anything back."

"We don't want the money he lost, we just want you back."

"Your mother said that if they don't pay the money, they won't get any other punishment. We are so angry, but what can we do? We will only be regarded as two crazy old men and women."

While grandpa was talking, grandma next to him also cried.

Gu Yu wanted to hug them and comfort them, but when he stretched out his hand, he could only pass through their bodies and could not hold anything.

Gu Yu pursed his lips, his eyes revealed despair and helplessness, and his eyes were moist.

"Xiao Yu, we decided to sell our old house and live in a nursing home, the Sunset Red Nursing Home in the west of the city. If you miss us in the future and want to come back to sleep or something, don't go to the wrong door."

Gu Yu's voice was hoarse. He knew that the two of them couldn't hear, but he still answered: "Okay."

The two elders stayed for a long time, helped each other to stand up, and staggered out of the cemetery. He was worried and wanted to keep up with the two of them, but there was a strong force dragging him, making it difficult for him to move.

Time and space distorted and he was dragged to another place.

The place where Song Qinian lives.

The tears on his face were not yet dry. Gu Yu stood in a room suddenly, and in a blink of an eye he saw "Gu Yu" lying on the bed.

That Gu Yu was quiet and slightly pale. If his chest hadn't been heaving, Gu Yu would have thought he was dead.

No, he must be dead, otherwise how could he still be floating outside and look at his own body?

After a while, the sadness in his heart lessened, and then he approached the bed and looked at his body carefully.

In fact, the real self looks not much different from the prince who possessed him after time travel. It’s just that in modern times, he is a proper part-time worker. He often stays up late, is exhausted physically and mentally, and doesn’t pay attention to skin care. Even his face looks like They all lost a lot.

Although the crown prince is stupid, he has been pampered since he was a child. He has thin skin and tender flesh, and he just wants to look better.

It makes sense for Song Qinian to like him. Faced with such a skinny person, he also likes him.

There was silence all around. Gu Yu waited for a long time, but no one came.

Damn it, Song Qinian didn't even send ten or eight people to take care of him when he was injured?

Fortunately, he blocked the knife for him. How could this white-eyed wolf say that he likes him and likes a woolly figure!

Having had enough of caring and waiting, he stood up and was about to go out to take a look. Before he could take a step, the door was pushed open from the outside.

"Give me the things and go back."

It was Song Qinian's voice, which was deeper than before.

"My lord, will you bring me food at the same time?"

"Ah."

Song Qinian came in carrying a copper basin. He was the only one who came in. Everyone was locked out.

Song Qinian was wearing a large cloak, and the fur collar was still stained with snow, which showed that the outside had changed from autumn to winter.

Has he been "asleep" for so long?

Gu Yu stared at him from the side and said nothing, because even if he spoke, the other party would not be able to hear him.

The young man had grown up into a man who could stand tall and tall without knowing it, but in Gu Yu's eyes, he seemed to be still a child.

"Brother, I'm here to see you again. I've been a little busy recently. I came here after two days. Will you blame me?"

Song Qinian walked to the bed, put down the copper basin in his hand, and looked at the steaming water in the basin, slightly dazed.

He watched Song Qinian twist the towel in the water, wipe his face and hands carefully, then slowly untie his clothes and wipe his body.

Rub it down inch by inch.

"Hey, hey, it's enough to wipe the top. Why are you wiping the bottom?"

Gu Yu knew very well the nature of Song Qinian's urine, so if he wiped it down, there might be some sparks.

But the strange thing is that Song Qinian did not.

His eyes were deep and calm, as if what was in his hand was a sacred treasure that could not tolerate the slightest blasphemy, and the towel in his hand was stained with holy water, which made the treasure more transparent and white.

After cleaning up everything, Song Qinian put on Gu Yu's clothes, then leaned over and placed a kiss on his face.

"It still smells good, not smelly."

Gu Yu: "..."

"I have managed Sumu very well recently, and the people have praised me. When will my brother open his eyes and praise me?"

"However, there were also ministers who said that I would not accept a concubine at my old age. I confronted them at that time and said that I would not accept a concubine. I was waiting for someone to wake up. When that person wakes up, I will do whatever I want. It’s time to take a concubine.”

......

In the middle of the process, Song Qinian was silent for a long time. He took Gu Yu Weiliang's hand and rubbed it in his own palm:

"Brother, why aren't you awake yet? I like to watch you make trouble. Can you get up and make trouble with me?"

Gu Yu stood aside, suddenly afraid to look into Song Qinian's eyes.

Those eyes are so sad that if you look at them one more time, you will be brought into that kind of emotion.

Is he dead or not?

According to Song Qinian's meaning, he was just asleep and not dead. If he was not dead, then why was he wandering around again?

Song Qinian gave a wry smile and lay beside Gu Yu in plain clothes. He turned sideways, his amber eyes greedily falling on the side of Gu Yu's face. There was a hint of cyan under his eyelids.

Suddenly, he hugged Gu Yu's body in pain, buried his head in the side of his neck, and curled up.

Whimpering quietly.

"Brother, I was really wrong. As long as you are willing to wake up, you can let me do whatever you want. You can also let me let you go..."

Hearing Song Qinian cry, Gu Yu's heart was tightly grasped, and he also felt heartache.

"Man, why are you crying? I died twice without crying. I..."

Gu Yu bit his lip and sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the two people hugging each other on the bed, his eyes sore.

His biological parents were indifferent to his death, but the person he "hated" cried like a child because of him.

Wasn't it true that you were unwilling to let him go even to the death, but now you agreed?

They must have made random promises while he was asleep and unconscious.

Gu Yu was thinking, but his hand gently placed on Song Qinian's back.

Although he couldn't touch the other person, he still made the gesture of patting his back.

"Have a good sleep, the dark circles are too heavy."

Not sure if Gu Yu's pat on the back had an effect, Song Qinian huddled on the bed and fell asleep sweating.