Chapter 1845: After Raising Guabao, I Faked My Death 39

Wen Si Luo stared for a while, blinking his eyes, somewhat surprised he glanced quickly at Jin Chen, pressing his lips shut without speaking.

He felt a little guilty.

Ten days…

It was precisely the critical moment of international cooperation; he must have spent a great deal of thought to squeeze out this time.

Thinking of how his brother had been sleeping even more deeply than usual these past few nights, Wen Si Luo felt ever more distressed, no longer remembering that he himself was angry; it was simply unreasonable fuss.

Wen Si Luo stepped forward two steps, took the initiative to hold Jin Chen's finger, "Brother..."

Jin Chen said nothing, letting him hold on, his other hand supporting his forehead on the table, looking quite distressed.

Wen Si Luo crouched down, both hands gripping Jin Chen's knees, his chin also rubbing against them, he looked up at Jin Chen.

"Brother, I'm sorry."

"Today is my birthday, I get one chance to make a mistake, okay?"

Jin Chen was amused by the teasing, pulled the person into his embrace, pinched the tip of his nose in annoyance, "What nonsense."

Wen Si Luo lightly furrowed his brows, lifted his head to rub his lips against Jin Chen's, his trailing tone soft and trembling, "Then kiss me."

"After the kiss, we'll go on a date."

His responding kiss was deep and gentle, full of feeling.

Wen Si Luo's eyelashes fluttered lightly, he clung tightly to his beloved.

How could he be angry?

Clearly his brother is this good; there will never be another like him in the world.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -15, total 5!】

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After the date ended, Jin Chen carried the cake, preparing to go home with Wen Si Luo to celebrate the midnight birthday.

Even though Wen Si Luo arranged his own birthday, it still had to be properly observed; Jin Chen had never been lax about giving his wife a sense of ceremony.

But as the car door just opened, Wen Si Luo, who had been ready to get in, suddenly straightened his back and gazed toward a nearby park lit by warm yellow streetlights, where the faint sound of a flute performance could be heard.

Wen Si Luo recalled that melody.

When he was eleven, he finally broke through his psychological barrier, agreed to go to the amusement park with his brother; that day, like today, was his birthday.

The amusement park was right next to this park; that night was the first time Wen Si Luo heard the flute melody, and also the first time he received a super-large gift—a huge box prepared by his brother, practically an enlarged version from an anime.

Thereafter, every evening when Wen Si Luo passed by this park, he would hear that flute tune and recall that day's surprise.

Until today.

Wen Si Luo hadn't expected the performer to still be there.

He tugged at Jin Chen's sleeve, "Brother, I want to walk around the park… or should we stroll home?"

"Anyway, it's not far from home."

Jin Chen followed his gaze to the park's landscape stone entrance, ruffled Wen Si Luo's hair, "Okay, I'll go with you."

He placed the cake in the back seat and had the driver drive back first.

The night was hazy; Jin Chen took Wen Si Luo's hand, and they walked side by side toward the dim yellow streetlights.

The park remained lively; fluffy-feathered sparrows shook the branches, people returning from work found a moment to relax here, couples whispered sweet nothings on benches, and children with pinwheels giggled and chased each other, while the background sound was the crackling of grandparents spinning tops.

The flute player, back turned to the bustle, sat in the grass, adding a touch of tranquility to the night.

Wen Si Luo had no intention of seeing clearly who that person was.

He merely, from the melody, found the so-called time anchor through memory, and saw himself and Jin Chen as they were at eleven.

This gave the self, who had been drifting soulfully due to Jin Chen being "forgotten" over these five years, a sense of solid footing here.

Wen Si Luo's steps suddenly stopped, his thoughts interrupted by Jin Chen's "wait a moment," pulling him out of the recollection.

He let go, watching Jin Chen hurry a few steps to the bench, where there was a stall selling children's toys.

After only a few dozen seconds, Jin Chen returned with a bubble-blowing toy, smiled, and fired a shot at Wen Si Luo; bubbles filled the air, landing on his hair, shoulders, and soft clothing.

Wen Si Luo also laughed, took the toy gun Jin Chen handed him, and shot off many colorful bubbles into the sky.

"Are you remembering that day when we came back from the amusement park as kids?" Jin Chen asked beside him.

Wen Si Luo turned in surprise, "Brother, you still remember?"

"Regarding your matters, what is there that I don't remember?"

Jin Chen gently embraced him, rubbing his soft neck, "We truly exist, Guabao."

Wen Si Luo was somewhat stunned; the soft joy and moisture in his eyes could not be hidden, even such sensitive thoughts were easily soothed.

He raised his hand to cover Jin Chen's cheek, tilted his head, his nose lightly brushing Jin Chen's, his voice filled with endless longing.

"I love you."

Even if everyone forgets.

I also love you truly and clearly.

Jin Chen lowered his head, responding with a gentle kiss to that affection.

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -5, total 0!】

Accompanied by the flute's sound, Jin Chen and Wen Si Luo wandered in the park for a while, until they finished all the bubble water in the toy gun.

Wen Si Luo pretended to be tired from playing, acted cute to ask his brother to carry him back, otherwise they'd miss the midnight cake.

"I still want to make a wish, brother."

"Come up." Jin Chen said.

Wen Si Luo laughed slyly, and as wished, lunged onto Jin Chen's back.

On the way back, Jin Chen retraced that evening from years ago, carrying little Wen Si Luo home.

Wen Si Luo was carrying many things in his hands,

Lucky bag, gift, and a balloon.

Time never stays at any particular moment.

In a person's life, there are always many moments of reluctance, and thus memories are formed.

Tracing memories becomes something filled with romantic color.

"Brother carries you; walk to the end of this road and you're home."

Keep walking; when you reach the end, that's home.

【Congratulations, Host, mission completed, reward points, accumulated!】

【Soul Search completed, Memory Recall in progress……】