good boy

Lin Yu took Wen Zhouyao's hand through the corner door to the porch, and finally entered the small courtyard on the east.

The babbling funeral music from the front gradually came out, and when he reached the door, Lin Yu let go, and went up to push the door open with both hands.

"Here we are." He turned his head and bent his eyes at Wen Zhouyao.

From the layout of Lin Yu's room, you can see the family's intentions. Although the area is not large, everything from supplies to decorations is exquisite.

Lin Bocong is a master sculptor, and many things here are made by himself.Although he disliked his son as a bully in his mouth, his actions revealed a loving father.

Lin Yu ran to the table as soon as he entered the door, climbed up the stool skillfully, poured a glass of water and drank it first.

Then he poured a second cup and ran over to put it in Wen Zhouyao's hands. Without waiting for the other party to speak, he went to the cabinet and found a small quilt, took it out and threw it on the bed.

He has been able to take care of himself very well recently without anyone taking care of him, which is a bit unbelievable for a five-year-old child.

But everyone in the family believed in the words of the passing monk.

It is said that he has an evil spirit like a body and is precocious. He is doomed to worry all his life, fearing that he will not live long.

The sudden change in Wen's family not only made Wen Zhouyao an orphan, but also cast a shadow over the family's worries about Lin Yu. They only felt that he had been ill for a while and became more and more intelligent.

Lin Yu himself never took these words to heart.

The only thing Lin Yu felt about returning to milk dumplings from an adult state was luck.

He can still act like a baby in front of his parents, he can feel this unconditional love unscrupulously, he can be a child again, even if he still won't live to be 26 years old, so what?

After all, he will never live like before.

Wen Zhouyao could tell that his tutor was very good. Even when he was facing a child, he didn't just walk around other people's rooms casually, let alone touch anything.

However, there was heating in the room, and after standing for a while, his complexion was much better than when he was outside.

Lin Yu directed him to run hot water to wash his face and hands, and found him some clothes that he couldn't wear in his own size, and then went to bed together.

Lin Yu was really sleepy, his five-year-old body couldn't stand the whole night.

At about four o'clock in the morning, Lin Yu woke up again.He dreamed that he was standing at the intersection of Shengchang Street, the whole street was covered with dead branches and leaves, the cold wind swirled under his feet, and his eyes were bleak.

It was a past that he could never go back to.

When he woke up, he still couldn't regain his senses, and when he turned his head, he saw the person lying beside him.

The boy was lying on his back with his eyes open, obviously not sleeping for a moment.

But he was very keen, and soon found that Lin Yu was awake, and asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Do you want to cry?" Lin Yu asked him sideways in a low voice.

Wen Zhouyao paused for two seconds, "I don't want to."

"Cry if you want." Lin Yu couldn't tell whether he was speaking to people as an adult or as a child. He said, "If you hold back, it will be uncomfortable here."

Lin Yu said and patted his chest lightly.

Then he rubbed against the pillow, feeling a little confused, "Cry, I'm sure I can't hear you."

In the end, he couldn't remember whether Wen Zhouyao cried or not, most likely he didn't.

Wen Zhouyao had a fever, and when Lin Yu woke up in the morning, he saw him sitting on the head of the bed wrapped in a quilt, his eyes were red, his lips were dry, and he was in a daze.

Yang Huaiyu came in from the door carrying a bowl of medicine, sat on the edge of the bed and touched Wen Zhouyao's forehead, then frowned and said, "Come on, drink the medicine first."

Wen Zhouyao took it obediently, and said, "Thank you, Aunt Lin."

Throat is hoarse than last night.

Yang Huaiyu's eyes turned red on the spot, but she didn't dare to mention his parents, she just complained to Lin Bocong, "Yesterday I swore to me that I would take good care of the child, but it's burned like this, and people don't know where it is."

Wen Zhouyao said: "I'm very kind to Aunt Lin, and Uncle Lin is busy with other things, so it's me who bothers you too much."

"What are you talking about?" Yang Huaiyu pretended to stare at him, "My son is your parents' godson, and you are no different from my son."

Yang Huaiyu was also a hot-tempered woman in those years before she married Lin Bocong, and her heart became softer these years, especially after she had a child, she couldn't see those separations.

The tragedy of her final depressing death was brought to her by Lin Yu.

Lin Yu generally dare not think back to the time when he resolutely left home and his father died of illness.

Just thinking about it hurts my heart.

Back then, he just wanted to prove that he was not wrong, that he could live a good life even if he left the Lin family.

It turns out how wrong he was.

He pulled the pillow and put it next to Wen Zhouyao's legs, resting his chin on it and said coquettishly to Yang Huaiyu, "Mom, is there any candy?"

Yang Huaiyu was so angry that he poked his forehead, and taught him a lesson: "I want candy early in the morning, do you still want your teeth?"

Although he said so, he still took a toffee from his pocket.

Lin Yu took it and peeled it three times, five times, five times, and two times. He didn't get up, and stuffed it into Wen Zhouyao's mouth as far as he could.

Both Wen Zhouyao and Yang Huaiyu were stunned.

Lin Yu looked at Wen Zhouyao with a smile, and asked, "Is it sweet?"

Wen Zhouyao was stunned for a while, then hummed vaguely.

Yang Huaiyu looked at Lin Yu, and it took him a long time to remember to praise him: "Baby is so good today."

"Mom." Lin Yu staggered and stood up now, stepped on Wen Zhouyao's feet and threw himself into Yang Huaiyu's arms, wrapped his arms around her neck and said shamelessly, "You dress me today."

Yang Huaiyu put his arms around him, patted him on the back pretendingly, and scolded: "You can't stand boasting, don't you know it yourself? Do you still need mom to wear it for you?"

Although Yang Huaiyu hugged him, she still looked at Wen Zhouyao worriedly.

Lin Yu knew that she was afraid that the picture of mother and child mingling would remind Wen Zhouyao of his mother, Chu Wenxiu, so she said, "I'm too young to wear it."

Turning his head, he rushed towards Wen Zhouyao who was beside him.

Wen Zhouyao was still holding the medicine bowl in his hand, and was caught off guard by being thrown into his arms.

The child wore a thin layer of underwear to sleep, his soft body was held tightly in his arms, his hair brushed his chin, and he raised his head and bared his teeth at him, "Then brother will wear it."

Before Wen Zhouyao could react, Yang Huaiyu fished him out and patted him, "You poor kid, brother is sick, don't make trouble."

Lin Yu turned around and came back, "Look, in the end it's not you who put it on for me."

"Annoying." Yang Huaiyu pinched his face and commented on him, "Why are you so annoying now?"

"I don't bother with people I don't love."

"You're the only one who can talk. Who taught you to be so sweet, huh?"

"Natural." Lin Yu was shameless.

For the next two days or so, Wen Zhouyao stayed in front of his parents' spirits during the day with his fever still on his body.Lin Yu seemed to be more patient than most adults, and reminded Wen Zhouyao to take medicine and eat when the time came.When it's okay, he won't bother, just stay quietly.

Still living in Lin Yu's room at night, Wen Zhouyao could barely sleep two or three hours a night.

Many adults couldn't bear it, and Wen Zhouyao was obviously thinner.

On the last night, he had to stay up all night. Many adults advised him to go to bed, but Wen Zhouyao chose to refuse in silence.

Lin Yu didn't intentionally quarrel about being sleepy, Wen Zhouyao sat on the small stool by the door, throwing some paper money into the brazier in front of him from time to time.Lin Yu felt a little drowsy, so he moved the stool closer by himself, and dozed off against Wen Zhouyao's back.

He even reached into Wen Zhouyao's coat and touched it.

Warm, but a little skinny.

When he was about to fall asleep, Wen Zhouyao moved his shoulders and told him, "Go back to sleep when you're sleepy."

"No, I'll accompany you." Lin Yu yawned.

The voice of a child is always soft and soft, and very well-behaved.

Wen Zhouyao paused, pulled him to the front, stretched out his hand to take off the one-piece cap of his clothes and put it on top of his head, and tightened the rope to tie a slipknot under his chin.

Lin Yu sat in front of him and let him move.

Ten-year-old Wen Zhouyao and Wen Zhouyao in his thirties have only some roughly similar shadows. The boy has not yet opened his eyes, and his eyes are not as deep and calm as they were later. The end of the eyes is slightly curved, with a gentle arc.

Lin Yu thought about the usual coaxing words for children, and said, "Parents said godfather and godmother must have become stars in the sky, and they will always watch you."

The hat covered his chin and lips, slurring his speech.

There were faint voices of neighbors talking and playing cards in the yard. Wen Zhouyao hummed without expression, and said after finishing the tie: "Come closer when it's cold, don't sit by the door."

Lin Yu heard the perfunctory in his hum, and moved the stool to the leeward side.

His forehead rubbed against Wen Zhouyao's knee.

"elder brother."

"Ok?"

"Thank you."

"Ok?"

"It's nothing."

Just treat it as a dream.

Say this belated thank you to the young you.

He had a big dream, the dream was like looking at the moon in the mirror and looking at the flowers in the mist. He decided to believe the old monk's words, and he opened his eyes to see his life in the next 20 years in advance.

As long as the people he cares about are still there, even the people who have never stopped in his life are all in front of him at this moment.

The ashes were buried early the next morning in a cemetery on the hill south of Jianjing City.

The snow fell heavily, and a thick layer was laid on the Kung Fu stele in a short time.

Wen Zhouyao took two steps forward, stretched out his hand to wipe it off little by little, then turned to look at Lin Bocong who was holding Lin Yu and said, "Let's go, Uncle Lin."

Lin Bocong stroked his hair, saying that he grew up overnight.

On the way down the mountain, Lin Baicong held each other in his arms, and the snow quickly fell on his shoulders.

Lin Yu occasionally reached out to help pat, Lin Bocong rubbed his son's small face, saw snowflakes condensed on his curly eyelashes, blew on him and asked, "Is it cold?"

While asking, he stopped again, and pulled the scarf to cover half of his face for Wen Zhouyao before continuing on.

"It's not cold." Lin Yu said.

As expected, the body can restrict the mind. After all, Lin Yu feels at ease in his father's arms at the moment.

His legs are too short for mountain walking.

Lin Bocong pierced him with his beard, "Buy your face down, the snow will melt on your face and it will crack when the wind blows."

"Men are not afraid of rips." Lin Yu said.

Lin Bo is now immune to his occasional inappropriate words, but he still finds it funny and teases him: "What kind of man are you? You are at most a bitch now."

Lin Yu: "..."

The father in his impression had always been strict. He was naughty and coquettish when he was a child, and he was beaten when he got into trouble, and he would be taught what to look like if he pulled his mother to act like a baby.

Now when you make trouble unreasonably, you don't really want to make trouble, but when you are sensible, you are really too sensible.Now Lin Bocong provoked him from time to time, as if he really hoped that he would occasionally bark at him like an ignorant pup.

So Lin Yu rebelled for a while, and retorted: "What is it that gave birth to a son of a bitch? A son of a bitch?"

Lin Bo was taken aback for a moment, then laughed out loud.

At this time, Lin Baicong was not yet forty, with a strong and tall figure, thick and wide palms, he could hug his youngest son tightly, and he didn't have any intention of getting angry when he was offended.

The mountain road is not easy to walk, there are too many people walking, and it is occasionally muddy.

Lin Bocong sent Lin Yu there and put it down, and then went back to pick up Wen Zhouyao.

They walked at the end, Lin Bocong looked at the people in front of the mountain road, and suddenly asked Lin Yu: "Lin Yu, Dad asks you, do you like brother?"

When Lin Yu heard his name, he knew that his father's words had deep meaning, which proved that this was a serious topic.

He lay on his father's shoulder and looked down at Wen Zhouyao next to him, and said, "I like it."

Lin Bocong: "Then my brother will live with us all the time, what do you think?"

After Lin Bo finished speaking, he noticed that the two children froze at the same time.

He thought Lin Yu was unwilling, so he asked, "Isn't it good to have a brother? Dad sees that you have been with your brother these days, and thinks you get along well."

At this time Wen Zhouyao spoke, and he said, "Uncle Lin..."

Lin Bocong squeezed his hand to interrupt, and said softly, "Uncle will talk to you later."

The reason why Lin Yu was stunned was not because of this, but because he remembered that he seemed to have faced this problem in the past.

At that time, he didn't have much idea about death. Yang Huaiyu carefully tested him and asked him if he wanted an older brother.At that time, Lin Yu was very charming and petted. Whenever he mentioned elder brother and younger brother, he thought he wanted a second child like his uncle and aunt, so he cried and refused instinctively, saying that he didn't want his elder brother.

Thinking about it now, at that time, something happened to Wen's family, so the person who asked this question was Wen Zhouyao.

Lin Yu asked Lin Bocong softly: "If I disagree, will you send him away?"

Lin Bo never quite understood his son's brain circuit, but he still explained: "No, it's because the house in your godmother's house has to be taken back. Even if Dad finds a way to get it back, it will take time. Of course, your mother and I hope that brother You can live with us for a long time, so I ask your opinion."

"Uncle Lin." Wen Zhouyao said, "I have money, so I won't be unable to find a place to live."

"Of course Uncle Lin knows." Lin Bocong pinched the back of his neck, feeling a little emotional, "Although Uncle Lin is a craftsman, it is definitely not a problem to raise one more you. Your Aunt Lin and I originally discussed how to do it for you." An adoption procedure, but the situation on your father's side is a bit complicated, so forget it. But regardless of whether there is such a certificate, uncle and aunt will treat you as their son."

Wen Zhouyao bowed his head: "I know Uncle Lin, but..."

Lin Yu didn't have that patience anymore, and struggled to get off Lin Bo's body.

He walked over and grabbed Wen Zhouyao's hand, looked at him and said, "Let's live together."

Wen Zhouyao looked at him.

Lin Yu: "I think it's good to have an older brother. Of course, I will be a good younger brother."

His kinship in his previous life was really weak, and in the end, there was only this unrelated person left in front of the grave.

In this life, he has to guard these people.

Lin Bocong was very speechless to his son. He walked over and knelt down, first poked Lin Yu on the forehead and said, "Just you? Thank God for not causing trouble to me and your mother." Then he turned his head to look at Wen Zhouyao and said, "Xiao Yao , You have seen it too, this kid is not very worry-free. He was ill and almost couldn’t be saved. It was only then that your aunt and I found your parents. Uncle also has selfish intentions, I hope you can help him grow up big."

Regardless of whether this was an excuse for persuasion, Lin Yu could see that Wen Zhouyao couldn't refuse.

He scratched Wen Zhouyao's palm, bowed his head and remained silent, waiting for his answer.

He didn't realize that he was pursing his lips at the moment, and his constant small movements looked a little pitiful.

Wen Zhouyao didn't speak for a long time, and finally he glanced back at the direction where his parents fell into the ground, then turned his head and stretched out his hand to brush the snow that fell on the child's eyelashes soon.

Turning to Lin Bocong, he finally nodded in response: "Okay."