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

Wen Yinuo, who was squatting on the side and pulling grass out of boredom, had already pulled all the grass on his left hand side.

He turned his head to look at Fu Jincheng who was still chattering and sighed deeply.

How come my brother is even more nagging than my mother when he sees her?

He didn't know that half of what Fu Jincheng and Wen Jian said were about him.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Fu Jincheng finally finished talking to his mother and called him over.

Wen Yinuo stood up with the help of the ground, rubbed his waist twice out of habit, and then walked over.

"Have you finished talking to mom?" Wen Yinuo asked softly, looking at the tombstone.

Fu Jincheng nodded: "Yes."

"Xiaobao, do you have anything to say to your mother?"

Wen Yinuo thought about it and shook his head: "No."

What he wanted to say had already been said in his last life and yesterday morning.

"Brother." The boy's black eyelashes were covered with a layer of light gold by the morning sunlight, flickering like stars in the daytime, "Let's go home."

Fu Jincheng didn't agree to him: "No hurry, I still have something to promise my mother."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, he knelt upright in front of the tombstone under Wen Yinuo's puzzled gaze.

"Mom." Fu Jincheng's voice was soft but firm, like an oath, "Xiaobao is here too."

"In front of Xiaobao, I promise you that as long as I am alive, I will never leave Xiaobao's side."

"He will never suffer any injustice again."

The boy's butterfly-wing eyelashes were half-drooped, covering his eyes, making it impossible to see the emotions in his eyes.

Until Fu Jincheng's question reached the boy's ears: "Xiaobao, do you believe your brother?"

If Wen Yinuo didn't know that the reason Fu Jincheng didn't come to find him in his previous life was because he died in an accident, he wouldn't believe it.

But now that he knew, he couldn't say a word of disbelief.

"I believe it." The young man opened his cherry-colored lips slightly, and he and Fu Jincheng knelt upright in front of Wen Jian's tombstone, and said solemnly, "Mom, I believe in my brother."

Whether in the previous life or this life, my brother has never forgotten me.

The mother on the tombstone had no way to answer her children's questions, so she had to let the wind speak for her.

A gentle breeze with a little warmth brushed across Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng's cheeks, like a mother's caress.

The gentle breeze blew past the two children in front of the tombstone, then passed through the treetops nearby, rustling the leaves.

Really answering them.

After getting their mother's affirmation, the two of them kowtowed three times in front of Wen Jian's tombstone before getting up and leaving.

The way down the mountain is less strenuous than the way up, but also steeper.

After taking only two steps, Fu Jincheng squatted down in front of Wen Yinuo.

"elder brother?"

"Come up, Xiaobao. I'll carry you."

Wen Yinuo walked around him: "No need, brother, I can walk by myself."

In his previous life, when he was in the late stages of leukemia, he could still go up and down the mountain in the heavy rain.

Not to mention that in this life, he is still in good health.

No problem at all.

No help from anyone is needed at all.

Fu Jincheng was unmoved and started to play the victim: "Xiaobao, do you still remember when you were little? Every time you went up the mountain, your brother carried you on his back."

"Have you grown up now and disliked your brother for being a disgrace to you? Or are you blaming him for leaving without saying goodbye?"

Wen Yinuo pursed his lips and looked at him helplessly: "None."

Fu Jincheng climbed up the pole: "Then why don't you let me carry you down."

"I'm not a kid anymore."

Fu Jincheng retorted: "You will always be a child to me."

What Wen Yinuo is worst at is rejecting other people's kindness.

Even if it was well-intentioned with a purpose, Wen Yinuo couldn't refuse it, let alone Fu Jincheng who was thinking completely about him.

Unable to refute Fu Jincheng, Wen Yinuo finally lay on his back.

Fu Jincheng stood up only after he made sure that the person on his back was lying steadily. He then walked back home, step by step, carrying the boy on his back.

Wen Yinuo lay on his back, his thoughts a little dazed for a moment.

If it weren't for the fact that his perspective was much higher, he would almost have thought that he was still young.

He was still a child under ten years old, and was taken out by his brother every afternoon to pick up conchs, starfish and crabs pushed ashore by the tide.

After picking up the things, my brother carried me home.

At home, mother had already prepared dinner and was waiting for them to come home for dinner.

After practicing in the Fu family for so many years, Fu Jincheng's perception of other people's emotions has already reached perfection.

Even if he was five meters away, he could infer the person's current state from his emotions.

Not to mention that he is now carrying Wen Yinuo on his back.

The boy on his back must have been reminded of his childhood by the scene.

With a helpless sigh in his heart, Fu Jincheng shook the person on his back and said casually:

"Who was Xiaobao talking to on the phone just now?"

Wen Yinuo suddenly pulled himself out of his memories. Although his emotions were still there, he began to answer Fu Jincheng mentally:

"When?"

"When my mom and I have some time alone." Fu Jincheng said with a sour tone that he himself could not hear, "I saw it."

"Xiaobao, you were still laughing when you were talking to that guy on the phone."

Wen Yinuo felt for no reason that his brother's tone was not right: "The sister I told you about before."

"Before my sister sent me back, she told me to eat well."

"This morning when I was eating, I took a picture of the porridge you cooked and sent it to me."

"I told her that my brother made the porridge for me. My sister was worried about me, so she called to ask who my brother was."

Fu Jincheng still felt sour in his heart, but he didn't dare to show it: "Oh."

"Besides these, what else did Xiaobao say to her?"

But what he was thinking in his heart was that sooner or later he would have to find an opportunity to meet that "sister".

Wen Yinuo thought about it seriously and told the truth: "I also told my sister and brother that they were the other people who were looking for me."

Fu Jincheng: ...

How much does his little treasure trust that "sister" who showed up out of nowhere, and he told her all the family background?

I was so upset that I could pickle a ton of kimchi, but I had to pretend nothing happened:

"I see. Then she really cares about Xiaobao."

Wen Yinuo nodded heavily:

"My sister took good care of me when I was first hospitalized."

"My sister took me to the college entrance examination for two days."

Fu Jincheng sneered in his heart: Humph, it was just that he didn't want to disturb Wen Yinuo at that time, otherwise how could he have the chance to be so attentive to his sister who showed up halfway.

"Oh, by the way." Wen Yinuo paused for a moment, and then said, "My sister also told me that there is a high probability that the people from the Gu family will not give up until they find me."