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

Wen Yinuo couldn't believe that Fu Jincheng in front of him was real.

He couldn't remember how many times he had heard his brother and mother say in person that they disliked him for being dirty, didn't want him, and told him to get out.

In the blink of an eye, the person who disliked him suddenly treated him gently and said that they did not dislike him.

How is this possible?

The person in front of me must be fake.

This must be another illusion that he had imagined countless times.

Only illusions will accompany me. Wen Yinuo's heart was filled with sadness.

The real brother and mother are so disgusted with themselves that they can’t wait to see them.

After all, if she didn't dislike him, why didn't she come to see him once in all these years?

Didn't take him away.

Fu Jincheng was so grief-stricken that he couldn't even speak for a while.

I could only hold Wen Yinuo tighter to prevent him from hurting himself like before.

It was not until the accusations in his ears were reduced to low sobs that Fu Jincheng finally found his own voice.

"It's not fake." Fu Jincheng's voice was dry, "It's real."

"Xiaobao, now that you are holding your Fu Jincheng, it is real."

"To his real mother and brother, Wen Yinuo is their forever baby."

Wen Yinuo looked blank.

The brother I can meet in front of me says that this is the real thing.

What about his brother and mother whom he just met?

"Those who don't want you are fake." Fu Jincheng placed a kiss on the top of the head of the person in his arms, "It was a dream."

"Dreams and reality are opposites."

Wen Yinuo felt an extremely sour feeling at the tip of his nose.

If disdain for his brother and mother was just a dream, then what about the grievances and bullying he suffered?

The pain and fear caused by bullying can be proven to exist in reality.

He clearly remembered the pain in his legs every time it rained, the deformed and twisted hands, and the ridicule he heard wherever he walked...

Why can't these be fake, or just dreams?

Why didn’t my current brother show up at that time?

In chaos and extreme sadness, dreams and reality are blurred, and the boy with mixed memories is so aggrieved that he can only express his strong emotions by crying.

I cried until my voice was hoarse, all my energy was exhausted, and I fell into a deep sleep again.

This sleep lasted for a whole night.

Since he did not fall asleep under the influence of drugs, when Wen Yinuo woke up the next day, the confusion in his eyes was no longer there.

But the fear in the boy's fully awake eyes did not subside at all.

His sober brain, in addition to clearly replaying everything that happened the day before, kept telling Wen Yinuo a fact that he was unwilling to admit:

In the previous life, after Fu Jincheng died in a car accident, he had been staying by her side in the form of soul.

Fu Jincheng saw everything he had experienced since the car accident.

Of course, he must have seen that he was captured by Gu Huaiyi who broke into the basement in the middle of the night and taken to the club.

Wen Yinuo covered his heart with his hands, his eyelashes trembled violently, and he closed his eyes in pain.

He shouldn't have done that, Wen Yinuo thought.

I shouldn't have been with Fu Jincheng before, when I hadn't remembered everything from my previous life.

If they were not together, they would just be relatives now, and Fu Jincheng would just be a brother.

Then he could throw himself into his brother's arms, tell him about his grievances, and ask his brother to avenge him.

But now... Wen Yinuo's identity as a lover before a relative makes him extremely inferior and timid.

Just as the scene of that day flashed through his mind, Wen Yinuo lost all the courage to face Fu Jincheng.

After communicating with the psychologist until late at night, Fu Jincheng woke up in the morning and saw that Wen Yinuo was still asleep, so he called the psychologist again. They talked for more than two hours. Fu Jincheng looked worried and opened the bedroom door silently.

Seeing the young man curled up restlessly on the bed, Fu Jincheng knew that Wen Yinuo had woken up.

Thinking back to the boy's escape yesterday and the uneasiness he showed now, Fu Jincheng could understand it.

But understanding is understanding.

He would not, and certainly would not, just lightly brush the matter aside and gloss over the truth, like they had just met again in this life and never mentioned a word about Wen Yinuo's illness.

To be solved.

And solve it now.

If we don’t talk things out, we can’t convince Wen Yinuo to believe the reality of the moment.

Based on Fu Jincheng's understanding of Wen Yinuo and the psychologist's analysis.

This will become a permanent thorn in Wen Yinuo's heart.

And as time goes by, it takes root deeper and deeper in the boy's heart.

You never know when a similar situation like today might break out again.

At that point, there really is no solution.

"Wen Yinuo." Fu Jincheng called the boy's name in a deep voice, who was completely covered by the quilt on the bed, "Come out."

The boy, hiding in the quilt like a silkworm cocoon, did not move, pretending not to wake up and not to hear.

"I know you're awake." Fu Jincheng reached out and forcibly pulled off the quilt, "Come out and look at me."

Fu Jincheng's strength is not comparable to Wen Yinuo's.

No matter how reluctant he was, he had to be forced out of the quilt.

But still unwilling to open his eyes.

If he didn't open his eyes, Fu Jincheng couldn't force his eyelids open.

The young man raised his hand and gently placed it on Wen Yinuo's forehead, without any more unnecessary movements.

After a helpless and heavy sigh, Fu Jincheng's voice that could not hide his sorrow fell into Wen Yinuo's ears:

"Wen Yinuo, I know your concerns and I can understand them."

"But just like you would have concerns, I understand that, but it doesn't mean I won't have other emotions."

Wen Yinuo's heart rose to his throat and he laughed at himself in his heart.

Sure enough, was he right?

It turns out that in reality, he would also be hated.

"I am also a human being. I will be sad too." Fu Jincheng's voice was filled with an imperceptible cry. "Before you worry, can you please give me a little trust?"

This sounds like playing for sympathy.

In fact, Fu Jincheng was indeed playing the victim.

Even though he was extremely reluctant to see this, Fu Jincheng had to admit a fact:

For Wen Yinuo, who is now feeling extremely inferior and self-loathing, "brother" is a more special existence than anything else he has.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this is the only thing that Wen Yinuo cares about when he is trapped in self-loathing.

Fu Jincheng wanted to convince Wen Yinuo now without using any drugs or coercive means, only using words that would not cause any harm to the human body. He could only start from his own perspective.

really.

Wen Yinuo, who had kept his eyes closed and dared not face Fu Jincheng, immediately opened his eyes when he heard that he would be sad because of his distrust.

The young man stared at Fu Jincheng in astonishment, as if he was asking him a question, or as if he was talking to himself:

"trust……"

"Brother, you are sad because of my distrust, not because you dislike me?"

Still treating my brother as before is not an illusion, but a reality.

This shouldn't be the case.

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