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

The days passed in plain happiness, and in the blink of an eye it was the end of the month.

The weather in Qiongzhou, the ordinary and warm people around me, the rabbits I raise, and the medicine I take every day have all remained the same.

Only Fu Jincheng began to get nervous as time approached the end of the month.

Wen Yinuo observed carefully for several days but did not find the answer.

It was not until December 31st that Wen Yinuo, who had gone to bed before ten o'clock the night before, was awakened by Fu Jincheng who was sleeping next to him at one after midnight.

The young man tried hard to fight the sleepiness that made him unable to open his eyes, and asked Fu Jincheng, who had woken him up in the middle of the night, in a daze and soft voice, what was the matter.

It was a quiet and peaceful night, and Wen Yinuo didn't have to wait long.

Fu Jincheng's gentle and magnetic voice rang clearly in my ears:

"Happy eighteenth birthday, Xiaobao."

Wen Yinuo, who was extremely sleepy, heard it clearly, but his brain was unable to think. He habitually replied, "You are happy too", closed his eyes, and fell asleep at the speed of light.

Fu Jincheng couldn't sleep.

He knew that waking someone up in the middle of the night just to say "Happy Birthday" was pure sick behavior.

But he couldn't wait any longer.

He wanted to confirm whether everything he saw was real.

Looking down at the young man who was leaning towards him unconsciously in his sleep, Fu Jincheng's heart calmed down and softened.

For the first time in his life, he no longer restrained his desires, reached out to hug Wen Yinuo, and gently pulled him into his arms.

The sleeping boy turned over unconsciously and lay on his side facing Fu Jincheng.

The moment they faced each other, even though there was no light in the room and he couldn't see the person in his arms clearly, Fu Jincheng's heart started beating violently out of control.

With his heart beating like a drum, Fu Jincheng lowered his head slightly, placed a kiss on Wen Yinuo's forehead, and repeated softly:

"Happy eighteenth birthday."

"my darling."

In the silence, Wen Yinuo slept very soundly and did not hear Fu Jincheng's words, which were full of deep affection and were no different from a confession even without the words "like" and "love".

But Fu Jincheng, listening to Wen Yinuo's steady heartbeat, felt a satisfaction he had never felt before.

He was like a big dog that had been abandoned by its owner for a long time and finally found its way home. He rubbed against Wen Yinuo's shoulder again and again and silently counted the boy's heartbeat in his heart.

Every strong and steady heartbeat told Fu Jincheng that he was not dreaming and this was not an illusion.

In the previous life, on his eighteenth birthday, the young man was driven into the snow and ice, and now he was sleeping peacefully in his arms.

And just a few minutes ago, I woke up and heard him say happy birthday.

In the warmth and tranquility, Fu Jincheng could not even feel the passage of time. He could only hear the intertwined heartbeats in his ears.

After a long time, he reluctantly let go of Wen Yinuo's hand, kissed the boy's forehead again, put on a piece of clothes casually, and got up to go back to his room.

In the room that had not been occupied for more than half a month, the bed, which took up the largest area, had been stood up and leaned against the wall. Together with the other furniture around it, it was all covered with off-white cloth.

The walnut floor is also covered with a carpet of the same color.

Although it is empty, it gives people a faint sense of warmth.

Fu Jincheng carefully opened the door and went in, then locked it before he dared to move forward.

He dragged out the silver suitcase that Anton had sent him from the corner, put it on the ground with extremely careful movements and opened it. He took out the instruments inside that he could not understand clearly, put them on the ground, and debugged them skillfully according to the instruction manual.

Little by little, after adjusting the instrument to the required standard, Fu Jincheng connected the Bluetooth headset.

After hearing the familiar voice from the headphones, Fu Jincheng turned off the instrument and did not put it back into the suitcase.

Putting the instruments in his hand against the wall, Fu Jincheng opened the other half of the suitcase, took out the sealed things inside, unpacked them bit by bit, and began to decorate the room.

It was not until the dawn that the room was arranged as I had imagined.

After checking back and forth several times and confirming that there were no mistakes in the details, Fu Jincheng left the room, locked the door, and went back to rest.

Wen Yinuo, who was woken up once in the middle of the night, woke up more than an hour later in the morning than before.

The young man sat on the bed and rubbed his eyes. His scattered vision remained in the void for a long time before gradually focusing.

As his vision gradually became clearer, Wen Yinuo's mind also became clearer.

He remembered that he was woken up by Fu Jincheng in the middle of the night and heard him say "Happy Birthday".

Generally speaking, being woken up in the middle of the night when you are sleeping soundly is an infuriating thing.

Wen Yinuo covered his face and laughed out loud.

He remembered what Fu Jincheng said to him when he was brought home by Wen Jian to celebrate his first birthday.

Fu Jincheng, who was only a few years old at that time, couldn't resist Wen Jian and was sent back to his room to sleep early.

When she woke up the next day, Wen Jian came close to her and boasted that she was the first one to say "Happy Birthday" to Wen Yinuo.

Since that birthday, Fu Jincheng and Wen Yinuo have made an agreement——

From now on, on every birthday, they will be the first to wish each other a happy birthday.

If Fu Jincheng hadn't woken him up in the middle of the night, Wen Yinuo would not have remembered such a small thing clearly.

But Fu Jincheng remembered it clearly.

How could Wen Yinuo not be happy about this?

The boy buried his face in the quilt and laughed for a long time before sitting up again.

I kept telling myself in my heart that I was already an adult and couldn't be so childish anymore.

But when I think about how my brother still remembers the little things from more than ten years ago and puts them into practice.

Wen Yinuo couldn't stop feeling happy.

He even wanted to jump up and down a bit.

The boy didn't come out of his excitement until he heard the familiar voice again.

"Brother!" Looking at the young man standing beside the bed, Wen Yinuo's voice was full of joy, "When did you come in?"

"Just came in." Fu Jincheng rubbed the boy's hair out of habit.

"Then why didn't I know?"

"Because someone just smiled like a fool." Fu Jincheng joked, "He didn't even glance at me."

Wen Yinuo was silent for two seconds, then rushed over to hug Fu Jincheng and ordered rudely: "I don't care, brother, forget what you just saw."

He wouldn't sit on the bed and grin like a fool.

Absolutely not!

"I'll listen to you, I'll listen to you." Fu Jincheng hugged the boy in his arms and laughed loudly, "Who said you are the boss today?"

"My little birthday boy."

"I'm not a kid!" Wen Yinuo retorted confidently, "I'm an adult today!"

Moreover, he was already twenty years old when he died in his previous life.

Although he is still younger than Fu Jincheng's current age, generally speaking, he is already an adult!

"Well, okay." Fu Jincheng stroked his hair, "Wen Yinuo is already an adult, can you let me go first?"

Wen Yinuo was still thinking about the silly smile, and threatened: "Don't let go."

"Unless you promise to forget about my silly smile."

Fu Jincheng resisted the urge to laugh, and played dumb with his eyes open: "What? Didn't you hug me as soon as I came in, Xiaobao?"