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

Wen Yinuo had a good dream after a long time.

The dream was no longer about the four years in the previous life when he had been bullied and scolded in the Gu family, but about returning to his childhood.

When he, his brother, and his mother were still together.

The three of them sat in the yard, eating chilled watermelon and listening to Wen Jian teaching them to identify the stars in the sky.

The scenes in the dream were so real that when Wen Yinuo woke up, he still vaguely felt that the warmth of Wen Jian and his brother holding his hands in the dream remained on his palms.

But this time, Wen Yinuo did not indulge in the illusion for too long.

Because he knew that although his mother was gone, his brother could be seen not only in dreams.

He was right next to him, in another room less than ten meters away.

Even if I wanted, I wouldn't have to be less than ten meters away from my brother.

He can be right next to you, within your reach.

In less than a minute, Wen Yinuo woke up from his dream.

The boy lay flat on the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling without blinking.

After a long time, he suddenly raised his hand to his chest and laughed softly.

Wen Yinuo didn’t know why his mood suddenly improved, but he just felt a lot more relaxed and wanted to laugh for some reason.

After laughing, he groped for the phone on the bedside table in the dark and opened it with squinting eyes.

The time above is clearly 03:29.

It's still early in the morning.

But Wen Yinuo couldn't sleep.

He put his phone down, curled up again and closed his eyes.

Still can't sleep.

Compared to when I was just reborn, although I still can’t sleep now, the noise in my ears has disappeared.

The feeling of being alone also diminished a lot at some point.

Wen Yinuo tossed and turned in bed for a long time. The longer he lay there, the less sleepy he felt, but also the more energetic he became.

He rubbed his hair in annoyance, got out of bed, walked to the window and opened the blackout curtains.

The blue window glass made the moon in Wen Yinuo's eyes turn blue.

Below the moon is the equally blue sea, sparkling in the night breeze and moonlight.

Wen Yinuo curled up his hands hanging by his side, then raised them and opened the window.

Without the blue filter of the glass, the moon and moonlight suddenly became much colder and turned into a hazy white.

Wen Yinuo's gaze paused on the moon and moved downwards into the night sky.

He saw the Summer Triangle that Wen Jian had taught him to identify in his dream.

The stars were twinkling in the night sky, and the triangular pattern they formed was exactly the same as what I saw in my dream.

The difference is that he was not the only one looking at the stars in his dream.

My brother and mother are here.

For a moment, Wen Yinuo wanted to wake up Fu Jincheng and ask him to accompany him to the cemetery at this time.

Go find Wen Jian and watch the stars together.

But this impulse was finally interrupted by a gust of cool wind blowing into the room, which caused a runny nose.

Wen Yinuo, who was very self-aware of his own health, continued to open the window, leaning against it like a wooden stake, waiting to have a fever tomorrow, and chose the latter decisively.

He climbed back into bed, wrapped himself in the covers, and closed his eyes.

Wen Yinuo himself didn't know exactly when he fell asleep.

But when I woke up, I closed the windows and forgot to draw the blackout curtains, and the room was already filled with filtered sunlight.

He looked at the time out of habit, and when a huge "9" came into view, Wen Yinuo instantly became alert and sat up.

Damn it. The young man rubbed his forehead in annoyance.

It was clearly he who took the initiative to go to the hospital the day before, and he was also the one who woke up late now.

It’s not that I woke up too late.

However, it was already past nine o'clock, and rushing from their home to the hospital would coincide with the doctor's lunch break.

After hurriedly putting on his clothes and opening the door, Wen Yinuo remembered what Fu Jincheng had said to him just yesterday.

——"Love yourself well."

Wen Yinuo retreated back to the bed, put on his shoes, and went out again.

The door of Fu Jincheng's room opposite was open. Even if I didn't go in, I could hear the people inside talking.

The speech is very fast and it is hard to make out what the speaker is saying.

But one thing is certain - the person who spoke had a very bad tone.

Wen Yinuo stopped walking.

Judging from the anger in his brother's words, he is in a bad mood.

It’s better not to disturb my brother for now.

Wen Yinuo turned around and walked to the sofa where he had sat for the whole afternoon yesterday.

The sketchbook and pen that he had casually thrown on the sofa yesterday were carefully sorted out and placed neatly in the middle of the sofa.

There was a light blue sticky note on the cover of the sketchbook.

The handwriting on the note was sharp, but the words were gentle:

【Breakfast is covered on the table, remember to eat it. 】

It ends with a cute emoticon “(*′w｀*)”.

Wen Yinuo looked at the note, the corners of his mouth curled up unconsciously, and a soft smile appeared in his eyes.

After putting away the note, he opened the closed sketchbook and looked at the portrait that was missing a pair of eyes. Wen Yinuo finally understood what was missing in the eyes he had drawn before.

Missing emotion.

Realizing what was missing, the boy picked up the paintbrush again and tried to add eyes to the portrait, but found that he still couldn't do it.

To be precise, he can only draw the form but not the spirit.

Why? Wen Yinuo lowered his eyes and looked at his intact hand.

His hands are obviously fine now, so why can't he draw?

Is it that his hand is not good, or is it bad?

But to the naked eye, there is no injury at all.

The boy, who couldn't see the scar on the back of his hand, let go of his hand and tried to find the scar on the palm.

As soon as he let go, his eyes were drawn to the blue sticky note on his leg.

In an instant, Wen Yinuo woke up.

He didn't look at the portrait in the sketchbook that was missing a pair of eyes, nor did he look at his own hands.

All the boy's attention was on the emoticon with a smile on it.

After a long time, a teardrop fell on the note, lightly blurring the words on it.

Wen Yinuo touched his face in a daze, wiped his tears, closed the sketchbook, and returned to the bedroom with the notebook and notes.

The sketchbook was locked in a cabinet and the notes were carefully placed in a small box.

In addition to the notes just put in, there are also many various exquisite gadgets in the small box.

A small part was given by Wen Jian, and most of it was given by Fu Jincheng.

Because so much time has passed, many of them have turned slightly yellow.

Wen Yinuo looked at them as if he was looking at a priceless treasure.

After locking the small box, Wen Yinuo washed his face and made sure that no one would notice that he had been crying before going to have breakfast.

After eating a few bites, Fu Jincheng, wearing a formal suit on the upper body and only shorts and slippers on the lower body, walked out of the room.

Fu Jincheng: ...

Now he asks Xiaobao to pretend he didn't see it. Is it too late for him to go back and try again?