Chapter 2927: One Lifetime 05

Sunlight fell on Jin Chen's shoulders; his eye sockets sank slightly, making his eyes look even darker. When he looked at Chenshu, a faint soft light rose within that darkness.

Chenshu held Jin Chen's fingers, concealed in his long sleeve, and in an instant Jin Chen gripped them back.

The matchmaker was left to one side, her face alternating between green and white, yet she persisted, coming over again: 'You really ought to meet her—Miss Zhao has taken a liking to……'

'No.' Jin Chen finally turned his head, glanced at her, his gaze as indifferent as looking at a lifeless object, and slightly annoyed.

'I don't like it, I don't want to see her.'

The matchmaker was so frightened by him that she couldn't speak.

Jin Chen ignored her, turned his head back, and continued looking at Chenshu.

'Let's go.'

Chenshu nodded and followed Jin Chen into the house.

The matchmaker still wanted to follow, but Jin Chen suddenly stopped, turned his head, his dark pupils lowered, and a hint of menace appeared.

'The door is there, the well is in front.'

Matchmaker: '……'

The matchmaker left, resentful.

Inside the house, the food was already set out, all ordinary dishes.

Jin Chen ladled soup for Chenshu; Chenshu leaned against the door, gazing at him, his look different from usual.

Jin Chen froze for a moment, put down his bowl and chopsticks, and began to recall.

These past few days he seemed to have done nothing wrong, so he blinked cautiously and asked, 'What's wrong?'

Chenshu walked over, sat opposite Jin Chen, forced a smile, and said, 'Let's eat.'

Jin Chen never had fluctuating emotions, but whether in his youth or now, seeing Chenshu like this always made his heart feel heavy.

He knew this was Chenshu being unhappy, and so it also affected him.

'You're unhappy.'

Chenshu's chopsticks paused; his clear, handsome brows and eyes gained a helpless softness as he heard the voice beside him continue.

'When that old woman came just now, you were unhappy.'

Chenshu lifted his eyes to him: 'How do you know?'

'I saw it.' Jin Chen said seriously; for some reason an inexplicable desire welled up in his heart, and he couldn't help touching Chenshu's face.

'What did she come for?'

Chenshu: 'To talk about your marriage.'

'I know; I'm asking what she said to you.'

Chenshu pressed his lips together; the emotions and grievance he'd been holding inside now seemed impossible to contain, and he felt a sense of loss, saying, 'You say I'm your brother and should plan for you.'

'Then why don't you meet her, Xiao Chen?'

Jin Chen said, looking earnestly at Chenshu, as he had always been sincere and stubborn since childhood: 'Because you're unhappy; you were unhappy standing in the corridor, and you remained unhappy after she left.'

'I won't do what makes you unhappy.'

Chenshu: '……Is it because of me?'

Actually he should have reacted as he had many times before; even hearing such words, he shouldn't have dwelled on them, for Xiao Chen was unlike others—he didn't have many thoughts, many neighbors even said Xiao Chen was like a block of wood, only listening to his words and knowing nothing else.

Jin Chen nodded, looking very serious, 'Hmm.'

Chenshu stood up and walked to Jin Chen's front.

Jin Chen lifted his face to look at him; Chenshu raised his hand, using his fingertips to gently brush aside the stray hairs falling over Jin Chen's forehead, then cupped his face with both hands and said softly, 'Xiao Chen, do you know why I'm unhappy?'

Jin Chen shook his head, after a moment nodded, 'You don't want me to marry, right?'

Chenshu looked at his dark, deep eyes, at his shedding of youth, his brows and eyes growing ever more handsome, then slowly leaned in and pressed his lips to Jin Chen's.

It was a light kiss, as light as a drop of rain on the eaves of a spring night.

Chenshu's hand gripped Jin Chen's collar, he lowered his head to rest against Jin Chen's shoulder, his voice somewhat hoarse: 'This is the reason.'

Jin Chen stared, somewhat dazed, as if something had exploded in his heart, making his body feel hot.

Since long ago, he had always wanted to be better with Chenshu.

But he didn't know how to do it; now he does.

Jin Chen seemed to have had another acupoint opened; somewhat clumsily and inexperiencedly, he wrapped his arms around Chenshu's waist, pulling him closer, as if afraid he might run away.

Chenshu let him hold him, not struggling free.

'When she came to talk about marriage, I was thinking, if one day you really married someone else……'

Jin Chen didn't let him continue, tightening the hand that held Chenshu's waist and burying his face in Chenshu's embrace.

This time he knew why.

'I know.'

Chenshu's hand fell onto Jin Chen's head, gently stroking, his brows and eyes slightly curved; seeing no need to continue that topic, he softly asked, 'What do you know?'

Jin Chen lifted his head to look at him: 'I won't marry.'

'I don't want a wife.'

'Not……'

Jin Chen began to think again.

He tilted his head slightly, looking at Chenshu, and said earnestly, 'You be my wife.'

Chenshu smiled slightly: 'I am your brother.'

Actually he had never hoped for any title; he only needed to stay together with Jin Chen.

He had lost too much, never gained anything; the only person by his side had never left.

'Chenshu.' Jin Chen interrupted him, displeased, stood up, and was half a head taller than Chenshu.

I don't care about those; I know you were unhappy just now because you're afraid I'll marry someone else. When you're unhappy, I'm unhappy too.

In my heart, you are unlike anyone else.

You picked me up, and I followed you; later you taught me to speak, gave me a name, fed me medicine, shared your blanket with me; I have always followed you, never thought of going elsewhere; now that I've grown up, people keep saying I shouldn't always follow you, and hearing that annoys me.

Only if you become my wife can I forever follow you.

Chenshu: ……

Jin Chen, thinking so seriously, is a bit cute; Chenshu actually wanted to tease him a bit longer, but his chest felt so weak it almost hurt, as if the inner wounds and scars of many years were slowly healing; he pressed himself against Jin Chen's shoulder, tilted his head to rest in his embrace, and then, in a coquettish soft voice, said: "You're still so stupid, why can't you learn to get to the point."

Turning his head to rest against Jin Chen's chest, Chenshu curved his lips again, the corners of his mouth bearing that gentle, soft smile, and said: "I will be your wife, and you will forever follow me."