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

Fu Jincheng had been considering his words for a long time all the way from the village entrance to the cemetery, but all of them were blocked by Wen Yinuo's sudden and frank confession without even a word of preparation.

According to Fu Jincheng's idea, after hearing Wen Yinuo's real purpose of meeting Wen Jian at the village entrance, he wanted to take all the responsibility on himself and be honest.

Unexpectedly, Wen Yinuo was even faster than him. He was still talking about past memories in the previous second, and suddenly changed his mind in the next second, telling Wen Jian about their current relationship.

Fu Jincheng's hand that was burning paper stopped in mid-air. He stared at Wen Yinuo, not daring to move.

"Brother, why are you looking at me like that?" Wen Yinuo, who dropped the bomb, smiled calmly, "I came here this time to tell mom that you and I are in love."

Fu Jincheng knelt down and moved to Wen Yinuo's side, right next to him:

“…That should be something I should say.”

Wen Yinuo glanced at the young man beside him, and raised his voice in joy: "Why?"

Fu Jincheng carefully peeked at the tombstone: "...I'm afraid my mother will blame you."

In Wen Jian's eyes, they are brothers who grew up together.

Now that they have become lovers, he is afraid that Wen Jian will not be able to accept it.

Wen Yinuo threw the last piece of paper money in his hand into the leaping flames, and his eyes fell on Wen Jian's smiling face on the tombstone.

"Then brother, you really think too much."

"Mom is much more open-minded than we thought."

Fu Jincheng burned the paper silently without saying anything.

Wen Yinuo thought so and there was nothing wrong with it.

But he was a person who ran away for several years without leaving a note, and didn't even come back to attend the funeral.

Even if Wen Jian said so, he wouldn't blame him.

Fu Jincheng still couldn't completely get over that hurdle in his heart.

"Besides, even if we take a step back, mom is not that open-minded." Wen Yinuo took Fu Jincheng's hand, "but she always hopes that we can live well and happily, right?"

A light gradually appeared in Fu Jincheng's dark eyes.

Yes.

Wen Jian has only had one expectation for them since they were young.

I hope he and Wen Yinuo will have a free and happy future.

Be with the people you love and do the things you love.

Even if you live a dull life, it is better than trapping yourself in a false cage and being depressed for the rest of your life.

"I think too much." Fu Jincheng held Wen Yinuo's hand back.

Wen Jian never blamed him.

Wen Yinuo never blamed him.

The two closest and most important people in the world have always been tolerant of him.

Why should he bother blocking himself from the railing which he could just step over with a single step? It makes him feel uncomfortable.

"Xiaobao is right." Fu Jincheng smiled gently, "We are together."

"It's a bit embarrassing to say this, because I was the one who fell in love first, and I was also the older one."

"It was Xiaobao who confessed first and proposed to be together."

"Mom, if you were still here, you would definitely laugh at me for being a coward, right?"

On the tombstone, Wen Jian's black and white portrait glowed with a warm light under the firelight.

She couldn't speak and couldn't personally send her blessings to the two children she cared about most in the world.

But the half-curved smiling eyebrows contain everything.

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Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng stayed in the cemetery until sunset.

After burning the paper money, the two sat casually on the ground and talked about their experiences over the years in front of Wen Jian's tombstone. They did not hide anything and told Wen Jian everything.

When I came to my senses, the sun was only half gone.

Wen Yinuo and Fu Jincheng looked at each other and saw two words in each other's eyes:

It's over.

Wen Yinuo looked innocent and handed the flight booking interface to Fu Jincheng: "Brother, I missed the plane."

"It's okay." Fu Jincheng pulled the man up from the ground, "This is our home too."

It's where everything begins.

Wen Yinuo stood up with the force and half-threw himself into Fu Jincheng's arms.

"Yeah." The young man echoed his lover's words softly, "This is our home too."

It is not the place where we said our last farewell before death in our previous life.

Home is where they record the good old days and will continue to record them in the future.

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