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

With the vision in complete darkness, perception becomes particularly obvious.

Although he couldn't see, Wen Yinuo, who was being led by Wen Jian, could clearly tell where they were going.

I walked straight ahead, turned left, went up the stairs, and entered a door of unknown shape. The ground beneath my feet changed from cement to tiles, and then to grass...

The boy knew very clearly where he had been.

Wen Yinuo had some doubts in his mind: Where could there be so many scenes that could be changed over and over again?

But I didn't ask.

Even as Wen Jian slowed down his pace, Wen Yinuo felt his heart begin to beat uncontrollably.

Is he vaguely aware of what is going to happen next, or is he expecting something?

Wen Yinuo himself couldn't find the answer to this question for a while.

The boy followed his heart and, led by his mother, stepped onto the lawn and continued walking forward, step by step.

After walking for a distance, Wen Yinuo and Wen Jian stopped.

The next second, his hand loosened.

The black silk ribbon still covering his eyes had a good light-blocking effect, blocking Wen Yinuo's vision completely, and not a single light could be seen.

Even though he knew clearly that the person closest to him was right next to him and he was in complete darkness and couldn't see anything, Wen Yinuo's heart still beat violently and uncontrollably the moment his hand was released.

It was only for a moment.

In just a breath, the released hand was held again by another warm big hand.

Even though he couldn't see or hear any obvious sound cues, Wen Yinuo was able to recognize who was holding his hand just by feeling.

It’s Fu Jincheng.

Clearly aware of who was holding his hand, the boy's eyelashes covered by silk cloth trembled violently, and his eyes flashed with countless complex emotions in an instant.

My thoughts can't calm down.

In just a few steps, countless speculations about Fu Jincheng's motives for blindfolding him and holding hands with him flashed through Wen Yinuo's mind.

Wen Yinuo felt that every guess was extremely reasonable when it first came out.

But in less than half a second, the boy would decide that it was too exaggerated and untenable.

Two completely different thoughts flashed back and forth, pulling Wen Yinuo's attention back and forth.

She didn't even notice that Fu Jincheng had stopped, and just walked straight forward and bumped into Fu Jincheng's arms.

The words of teasing "throw yourself into someone's arms" were on the tip of his tongue. He lowered his eyes and met Wen Yinuo's blindfolded eyes. At the same time, he saw Wen Jian, who was standing next to Anton with his hands folded on his chest, looking at him with a smile.

Fu Jincheng: ...

Damn it, my elders are right next to me and I don’t dare say anything dirty.

Fu Jincheng was silent for too long, and the anxious Wen Yinuo could not wait any longer, so he took the initiative to speak:

"Brother, are you there?"

Fu Jincheng's emerald eyes darkened instantly, his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, and he said in a hoarse voice: "I'm here."

The simple two words "I'm here" made Wen Yinuo feel extremely at ease.

The heavy weight in his heart fell, and the boy's voice became much brighter:

"Brother, can you take off the blindfold for me?"

The clear and crisp voice was like the clearest spring water in the mountains, dripping on Fu Jincheng's heart.

In an instant, countless images flashed before the young man's eyes.

From the first time they met as children, each frame passed through my mind clearly, and finally settled on the boy in front of me, whose sight was covered by soft silk cloth.

Fu Jincheng tried his best to suppress his nervous heart, silently exhaled a long breath, raised his hands and went around behind Wen Yinuo's head, gently and slowly untied the silk cloth covering the boy's eyes——