Fuxi Mountain was less than a half-hour carriage ride from the villa. Song Jinshu fell asleep in the carriage. His forehead repeatedly hit against the wooden window, resulting in red marks.
Yan Cheng was engrossed in reading the account book when he heard the sound and saw Song Jinshu's head hit the carriage's wall.
With a chuckle, Yan Cheng reached out and put Jinshu's head on his shoulder.
Song Jinshu had a milky white osmanthus flower stuck in his hair, and the faint fragrance rushed into his nose due to the close distance. Yan Cheng lowered his head and took a deep breath. His fingertips gently picked up the fine hair that fell on the bridge of Song Jinshu's nose.
I don't know if it was his imagination, but Song Jinshu's skin has been improving lately, it's now smooth like a boiled egg. Yan Cheng can't help but pinch his face every night.
Seeing Song Jinshu pouting and struggling with dissatisfaction, he held back his laughter and let go.
"Hmm~"
Song Jinshu rubbed against Yan Cheng's shoulder and found a comfortable place to sleep peacefully.
Yan Cheng was frozen, with half of his body immobile and too scared to move. He could only flip through the paper account book with his left hand and circle some important information on it with a pen from time to time.
Song Jinshu fell asleep soundly, and soon he leaned on Yan Cheng's shoulder and snored lightly.
Yan Chi sat opposite the two people and turned to look at the scenery outside the carriage. The breeze blew in through the gap in the lifted curtain.
Yan Chi covered his mouth and coughed a few times, causing Yan Cheng to raise his eyes and look this way.
"When are you going to take a brother-in-law to our parent's home?"
Yan Chi was stunned, not expecting that Yan Cheng would suddenly mention this sentence.
He has not let his parents worry about him since he was a child, and he was completely into poetry and literature at a young age. People who talk about him always have good things to say about him being a great son.
Yan Cheng was brought up by Yan Chi. When his younger brother brought up the matter of marriage, Yan Chi turned his head awkwardly and looked out the window, as if he wanted to avoid the problem.
"My eldest brother used to scold me for not doing my job properly, but I didn't expect that my eldest brother only see people like this."
The meaning of Yan Cheng's words was obvious. Yan Chi's expression changed and he subconsciously touched the cinnabar mole on the inside of his left wrist.
Due to his recent deterioration in health, the cinnabar mole seemed less bright than before, almost turning into a pink that was almost the same as the surrounding skin.
"Our parents' only wish now is probably to see you, my eldest brother, marry and have a good family."
Yan Cheng pressed closer and closer, and Yan Chi had to raise his head to look at his younger brother. I don't know when, but Yan Cheng's eyes were no longer as clear as before.
Because of his physical condition, he missed many of Yan Cheng's growing moments.
"I...never thought about this."
This was the first time that Yan Chi spoke out his inner thoughts. Yan Cheng looked at him with a straightforward and kind look, which reminded him of the little dumpling that he often had to hold in his arms to fall asleep when he was a child.
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Rebirth of the Dumb Husband and Wife *COMPLETED*
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