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

Unable to get the answers he wanted from his peers and unable to trust the information on the Internet, Wen Yinuo decided to seek help from a psychologist.

So, two days later, after seeing the psychologist and completing the routine treatment, Wen Yinuo did not leave as quickly as students rushing to the cafeteria after lunch as he had done before.

He took the initiative to stay.

The doctor asked with a gentle smile: "Is there anything I can help you with?"

Wen Yinuo twisted his fingers in distress, and his voice became smaller and smaller: "It's just... I always feel that the relationship between me and my brother is different from that between other brothers."

The smile on the doctor's face showed no sign of problems, but his heart was exploding.

What a pity! The head of the Fu family really waited for me.

Just looking at Wen Yinuo's current appearance, it is difficult to judge whether he really has different feelings for Fu Jincheng, or he is just too dependent on him and has developed a pathological psychology, and then wants to reduce the guilt caused by the pathological psychology by seeking recognition from others.

If it were any other patient, the doctor would tell the patient the real reason without hesitation.

But the patient in front of him is the most special one the doctor has ever met in his career.

Not only is the disease special, but the only family member is also a weirdo.

The weird family members have money and power.

With the two combined, the doctor had no way of telling Wen Yinuo directly what the problem was.

——After all, doctors have families to support and don’t want to lose their jobs.

"Ahem." After briefly organizing his thoughts, the doctor coughed twice and avoided the main point. "Let's not talk about how other brothers get along with each other that you know, what do you think?"

"Did you feel pressure from getting along with your brother, or...?"

Before the doctor could finish, Wen Yinuo interrupted him hurriedly:

"No, no! My brother didn't put any pressure on me. He treated me very well!"

"Do you hope that the current situation will change?" the doctor continued to ask in a persuasive manner, "or do you hope that the current situation will continue?"

Wen Yinuo lowered his head and nervously grasped his clothes.

What does he want?

Can't think of anything specific.

I can’t figure out why sometimes, when I look at Fu Jincheng, I suddenly lose my mind; I can’t figure out why most of the time, I feel happy when I hear the name “Fu Jincheng”; I can’t figure out why now, I don’t like to see Fu Jincheng interacting with others.

Especially close contact.

There is only one thing that Wen Yinuo is very clear about.

He didn't want to change the current situation of his relationship with Fu Jincheng.

Thinking of this, he answered the doctor in this way.

"So what do you think your brother would think?" the doctor continued.

Wen Yinuo was silent.

Emotionally and rationally, he is more inclined to, and Fu Jincheng would also like to maintain the current way of getting along.

But those four years, even now things have improved.

It left an unignorable mark on Wen Yinuo, causing him to hesitate.

"My brother should... be willing too." The boy answered insincerely, avoiding the psychologist's gaze and not letting him see his eyes.

"That's enough." The doctor's words were uniquely gentle. "Since you and your brother like the way you are getting along now, you don't have to care about what other people are like."

“You can only know whether a pair of shoes fits you by wearing them yourself.”

Even though he said this, Wen Yinuo's worries were still not dispelled.

Because he knew that what the doctor said to him was based on a premise -

Fu Jincheng also hopes to maintain the status quo.

What if he wants to change? What should I do?

Wen Yinuo was filled with this worry. After struggling for almost half a month after returning home, he finally made a decision.

——Instead of constantly wondering about it and feeling anxious every day, it is better to find some time to ask your brother directly what he thinks.

After spending the entire day preparing himself mentally, when Fu Jincheng sent him back to his room to sleep at night, Wen Yinuo spoke up for the first time to stop him.

"Brother." When Fu Jincheng turned around and was about to close the door, the young man said softly, "Come in for a moment."

Fu Jincheng looked left and right, and finally pointed at himself: "Xiaobao is calling me?"

Wen Yinuo's uneasiness was immediately relieved by this silly action: "Besides my brother and I, there is no one else here."

And even if there is someone else, I won’t call him brother.

Fu Jincheng was immediately hooked by this sentence.

He took two steps to the bed and sat down, looking at the slight uneasiness on Wen Yinuo's face, and patted the boy gently to comfort him.

All the words that Wen Yinuo wanted to say gradually faded away in Fu Jincheng's warm palm.

Finally, only one sentence was left.

"Brother." Wen Yinuo raised his eyes and looked directly into the green eyes of the young man in front of him, "Do you think there is something wrong with the way we get along now?"

Fu Jincheng:!!!

Terrible.

He suddenly asked this question. Could it be that someone who is not careful with his words told Xiaobao that he likes him?

No, no, that shouldn’t be right.

Even though those traitors weren't completely normal in their minds, they wouldn't do something that would stab him in the back for the rest of his life.

Is that Zhao Lingyun?

That's not right. Like me, she also doesn't want to see Wen Yinuo get into trouble. She definitely won't tell him something that will obviously affect his psychology.

After eliminating all the answers, Fu Jincheng breathed a sigh of relief.

"No problem." Fu Jincheng was very sad to give this answer, "Xiaobao, have you forgotten? This is how we have been getting along since we were young."

This time, it was Wen Yinuo's turn to crash.

He's so stupid, really.

I have asked so many people and am still looking for it online.

How could I forget that this is how I have been getting along with my brother since childhood?

Wen Yinuo, who had figured it out, smiled until his eyes narrowed: "Yeah! No problem."

"I'm sorry, brother. I thought too much before."

Fu Jincheng still felt sour.

No matter how sour he felt, he had to answer with a smile: "It's okay. Next time Xiaobao has such a question, just ask brother directly."

Although it may not necessarily change substantially.

But at least, it allows him to grasp a glimmer of hope during his hopeless wait.

With this thin and faint hope, I wait until the day when the cold winter is over.