Thinking of this, Wen Yu felt chills all over his body, and Ying Chen's appearance was extremely high, which was also the reason why he was very concerned about his own image. Maybe one day he will grow old, his hair will turn gray, his body will be out of shape, his face will be covered with wrinkles...
Wen Yu started to have chills, and even began to resist staying with Ying Chen.
Xia Mu put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, and laughed: "Rong Di said that you are his friend's boyfriend, and he repeatedly asked me to take you seriously. Presumably, that friend should not be an ordinary human being." Bar."
"So what are your plans? Are you still with him?"
"I... .."
Wen Yu was speechless: "... I haven't thought about such a thing."
"It's nice not to think about anything."
Xia Mu sighed, and the dim light hit the corners of his melancholy eyes, and he could clearly see some fine lines: "I'm sorry. I told you something that shouldn't be said, and it caused you more trouble."
He looked at Wen Yu with a smile, "Son, enjoy this time to the fullest, and you can choose another life again after it's over. Isn't it?"
Wen Yu nodded.
After leaving the bar, the boy stood on the street with traffic, and suddenly wanted to go back to the dilapidated old house where he lived. He hailed a car and went directly without telling Ying Chen.
At home, all the furniture is still in its original state. It just hasn't been cleaned in months and the room is dusty everywhere.
Even so, looking at the familiar atmosphere and furnishings in the house, Wen Yu can still feel full of intimacy.
because. This is the home where he grew up and his final belonging.
The boy opened the window and cleaned the house skillfully. Then he sat in front of the easel in the small living room on the second floor.
It was a painting he hadn't finished, and it contained his puzzling memories. On the night he left here, he covered the painting with a piece of cloth, and now he opened it suddenly, and the forest scenery in the painting suddenly became clear as if printed in his brain.
That place is where he lived with Ying Chen in his previous life. The main hall is in the middle of the forest. The little rabbits he raises often go to the stream to graze. Some orioles will land on the window eaves and sing crisply. There are also some ferocious beasts appearing around the main hall from time to time. Just seeing Ying Chen Then he fled in panic.
He still remembered that when a bear was running away, it fell to the ground because it was too frightened and anxious, and it rolled several times before getting up. His clumsy naivety made him laugh for a long time
It turned out that without knowing it, he had already remembered so many things from his previous life.
Wen Yu quickly took out the oil paint that had been left at home, and began to paint on the canvas after toning. The prototype of an ancient and magnificent hall gradually appeared on the canvas. The young man pursed his lips tightly, trying to find more details of the hall in his memory, trying to restore it completely in his pen.
The fan creaked and blew, sweat rolled from the teenager's forehead to the chin of his face, and dripped onto the old floor. After a long time, a fresh and cool air suddenly blew into the stuffy room, fluttering around the boy.
The brush in Wen Yu's hand stopped, and he turned his head and called out: "Ying Chen."
Ying Chen appeared beside him, and asked in a low voice, "Why did you come here?"
The boy looked at the time and found that it was already past three in the morning. He apologized a little: "You have been waiting for me?"
"What do you say?"
Ying Chen bent down and kissed the broken hair on the top of his head: "I thought something happened to you."
"how come?"
Wen Yu raised his hand to show him the bracelet: "With this, what can happen to me, can't you easily find me?"
It's not that easy either.
Ying Chen sighed: "Go home?"
Wen Yu picked up the pen again and said, "I want to finish it."
Ying Chen didn't say anything, just stood quietly behind him and looked at the boy who was painting.
The morning sun slowly illuminated the gloomy room, and the tired boy finally put down his paintbrush. Because of sitting for a long time, when he stood up, his brain became dizzy. He shook his body, and from the corner of his vision, he saw Ying Chen stretched out his hand to him and leaned towards him directly.
Then he closed his eyes peacefully and fell asleep.
He knew that Ying Chen would take him home.
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After waking up, he was lying on the large and comfortable bed in the bedroom at home, with Ying Chen watching over him, and brought back with him the painting he completed last night.
"Did I sleep long?"
"Not long." Ying Chen came over to kiss him and bit his lip: "Have you remembered many things already?"
It should refer to the painting he highly restored.
Wen Yu: "Fortunately, anyway, I know everything I know."
"Can you tell me something?"
"My memory is your memory, what can I say."
Ying Chen held his hand tightly: "It's not the same, there are many things in your memory that I don't know, for example, who told you about Snow Spirit Grass?"
Wen Yu was startled.
It was Rongdi who told him that this grass could save Yingchen. And he probably died on the way to pick snow spirit grass.
Is it Rong Di who wants to save Ying Chen? Or do you want to kill yourself
Wen Yu replied cautiously: "This... I haven't remembered yet?"
"Is it Rong Di?"
Ying Chen asked very plainly.
But in this blandness, Wen Yu could sense that Ying Chen was pretending to be bland to cover his words. He also instinctively felt that if Rong Di was told, things might develop in an extremely dire direction.
Wen Yu asked innocently: "Does Rong Di also know about Xuelingcao?"
Ying Chen looked into the young man's bright eyes, trying to find out something, and finally smiled softly: "There is no existence like us that doesn't know about it. By the way. You don't want to thank Rong Di, I called him here today. He is playing with Lin An downstairs now."
Downstairs, Lin An is studying junior high school mathematics in preparation for entering school in September. Rong Di sat on the table and bit a piece of watermelon, pointing: "Boy, this is wrong, and this is also wrong, boy, why are your grades not as good as mine."
Lin An frowned: "Uncle Rong, don't bother me. My brother has to check his homework later."
Rong Di tapped him on the head with the back of his hand: "Uncle? You call Ying Chen their elder brother and me uncle? Do you know that I am hundreds of years younger than Ying Chen?"
Lin An: "Stop joking. People can only live up to a hundred years."
Rong Di: "Don't you know that I'm not human?"
I'm afraid that others will not know that he is like a thousand-year-old monster, his face is full of showing off.
"Mr. Rong, don't make such jokes with Lin An. He still doesn't understand." Wen Yu hurried over and explained a few words.
"You really raised him as a human being."
Rong Di couldn't believe it, and looked at Ying Chen who had a cold face behind Wen Yu, and said, "Old friend, didn't you come to thank me? Why is there such a bad face again. Can't you just smile with your old friend?"
Ying Chen narrowed his eyes and glanced at him, and said to Wen Yu: "You guys talk first, I have something to go out for."
Ying Chen is not completely idle, in order to maintain his identity and the property and wealth he owns under this identity, he also has some social activities with human beings.
After hearing this, Rong Di jumped down from the desk where Lin An was studying, and followed Ying Chen who was going out with his eyes: "You really have something to do, you are not afraid of me alone and what are you doing to your little devil here?"
Ying Chen glanced at him, and disappeared after leaving the entrance.
Rong Di sensed it, and sure enough, Ying Chen's aura could not be detected for many kilometers around him. He shook his head with his indifferent attitude towards his old friend: "Ruqing, I really left. Tell me, how do you want to thank me?"
Wen Yu went to the cupboard to get the tea set, and made tea for Rong Di: "If Mr. Rong doesn't mind, can I draw you a picture as a thank you gift?"
Rong Di: "Very good. Xia Mu said that you are very talented, and it will be a matter of time before you become famous. I will start collecting your paintings now, and then I will make money soon after the appreciation in value."
"Mr. Rong was joking."
Wen Yu lightly smiled and made Rong Di a pot of tea. After asking Rongdi what kind of painting he wanted, he took out the easel and oil painting tools from the room, sat in the hall and chatted with Rongdi while painting.
Inadvertently, he asked, "Did Mr. Rong tell me about the Snow Spirit Grass on purpose before?"
Rong Di tilted his head to the side with a half-smile: "You want to save that dragon, I'm just showing you the way. What do you think of when you ask that?"
Wen Yu shook his head: "Then did I save him in the end?"
Rong Di smiled on his face, and after a long pause, he put down the cup in his hand and said, "You are dead. You must have fallen off that cliff and died, because Ying Chen and I couldn't reach that place, so Ying Chen asked I didn't find your body, and I didn't tell him where you went."
Wen Yu: "After I died, did Ying Chen not get saved?"
Just now Rong Di was confessing that he indirectly killed Wen Yu, and he was ready for Wen Yu to question him, but he didn't expect that this child was still worried about Ying Chen after his death.
He snorted: "You are the one who made Ying Chen bear the guilt, so when you die, the backlash he suffered will be relieved."
It turned out that he could save Yingchen by picking snow spirit grass. If you can't get it in such a dangerous place, an ordinary human can easily die. As long as he died, Ying Chen's illness would be cured.
Wen Yu understood Rong Di's intentions, and asked lightly: "This is why you help me now for no reason? Do you want to make up for me?"
Rong Di: "I never thought about what would happen to you. As long as I can save my old friend, your mere human life will be gone. It's just that I didn't expect Ying Chen to be so crazy after you left. It would be better to let him continue to suffer backlash."
"I'm really... self-righteous and superfluous."
He smiled wryly, looked at Wen Yu and asked, "Do you hate me? Do you want to kill me?"
Wen Yu continued to paint, and shook his head with a calm expression: "Ying Chen... should hate you more."
Because in his previous life, if he knew that his death could free Ying Chen, he would choose to die willingly.
But after his death, what about Ying Chen
Rong Di: "Yes, if he finds out that I killed you, you will definitely kill me. It is a relief that people like us or people who have been dead for so long are dead. But, I don't want to die now. I also want to die. The protector, that person will be sad when I die, and may be as crazy as Ying Chen was at that time."
"Will you tell Ying Chen this?" He looked at Wen Yu earnestly, eager to get an answer.
Rong Di did it to save Ying Chen, and he did it to save Ying Chen. The starting point is the same, Wen Yu can't feel hatred towards him, but just feels sorry for Ying Chen who has been chasing him for so many years.
Wen Yu looked at him sideways: "I have no memory, so I don't know if what you said is true or not. So I won't say it blindly."
It took a long time for Rong Di to look away from the young man, looking at the greenery outside the window, and said in a low voice: "... If you need anything, just come to me, I will do my best for you something."
Wen Yu nodded slightly and continued to draw.
Rong Di stopped talking because of the topic just now, and the hall fell into a strange silence for a while. Let the atmosphere become quite awkward.
Wen Yu took the initiative to find the topic, and asked: "You said just now that you have someone you want to protect. Is that person Teacher Xia Mu?"
"... ..It's him."
Rong Di was very honest with Wen Yu because of guilt, and his tone was a little confused: "But he ignored me and proposed to just be friends. I really don't understand what is going on in the human mind. Anyway, I have plenty of time to accompany him. Let him go."
Wen Yu knew that the reason why Xia Mu ignored Rong Di was also a problem he was facing.
Later that night, when Ying Chen got home, he found Wen Yu in the studio, and he went to hug the boy as usual, and kissed his hairy forehead. The hands caressing the back waist moved down slightly, and took out a black button-like thing from the back pocket of Wen Yu's trousers.
Without knowing it, Wen Yu pushed away Ying Chen who was clinging to him with both hands, and said, "Ying Chen, I want you to promise me a request."
Ying Chen quietly put the thing in the palm of his hand and asked, "What?"
Wen Yu: "I can accompany you now, but if one day I grow old, please allow me to leave you."
Ying Chen grabbed the boy's arms and suddenly exerted force: "Why? Did Rong Di tell you something?"
Wen Yu's throat was bitter, and he looked away: "... I don't want you to see me grow old."
Ying Chen let out a trembling breath, and said in a low voice, "Don't you think the one left behind is more sad?"
Wen Yu suddenly looked up at him.
Yes, he left, but Ying Chen still remained in the memory of the two of them, tormented by the silence again, passing through the years day after day.
Ying Chen rubbed his head: "Then I also have a request, please allow me to grow old with you."