Wei Zhe's brain was numbed by the alcohol and he did not notice the young man's sudden change. He had a faint smile on his face as he intimately rubbed his face against the other's soft cheeks and praised, "Good boy!"
Yes, he had to be good.
The smile on his lips was just right and his voice was as soft as a ball of cotton candy. It was so sweet that it could be pulled out. Wei Jing said, "Big brother, you should go to sleep too! It's almost midnight. "
"Okay." The man replied.
Wei Jing watched as the young man walked step by step into the room. He watched as the door opened and closed. He watched as the young man slowly walked out of his sight with an unstoppable force.
Wasn't this life?
No matter how close they were now, at some point in the future, a woman would appear. She would stand by his big brother's side and intimately hold his hand. Her voice was sweet and intoxicating.
They would sleep on the same bed and hold each other's crystallization of love for a long time to come.
No! Perhaps there was no need for the future.
That woman, the woman who captured his big brother's heart in his previous life, had already appeared.
How far had the two of them progressed? Holding hands or kissing? Perhaps in a few months, he would hear the news of his big brother's engagement. In his previous life, he had seen Song Wenhua from afar. She was an intellectual, beautiful, and generous woman, like an elegant queen.
The union of a queen and an emperor was as beautiful as a fairy tale before bedtime.
He was the small, weak, and useless one. He was the cannon fodder who wanted to dominate the throne. He was a disgusting clown.
Wei Jing's nose turned sour. He stretched out his soft little hand and rubbed his red eyes. He gritted his teeth and did not let himself cry. He … he was already an adult. His big brother did his best to take care of him and pamper him. How could he still have such evil thoughts like 'if only Song Wenhua did not exist'?
His big brother was happy, so he should be happy for him?
The young man's entire body curled up on the bed. His delicate little face was buried in the soft and silky velvet pillow. The veins on the back of his hand could be clearly seen. It was beautiful but fragile. He was ashamed of his selfishness and blamed himself deeply.
Wei Jing didn't sleep well that night. He lay on the bed with his brows slightly furrowed. In his sleep, he seemed to have returned to a time long, long ago.
At that time, he was working hard to please his father, and there was no gap between him and his elder brother.
On a sunny day, the blue sky was as bright as a piece of flawless jewelry. He was lying on the sofa in the living room, reading a finance book that he couldn't understand no matter how hard he tried. The white roses in the Wei family's old house were in full bloom, and the faint fragrance of flowers drifted in from the window.
Wei Zhe was dressed in a grey suit. His eyes were sharp as he casually talked about his upcoming engagement.
What did he say at that time? She didn't seem to have said anything. She just softly said "Oh" to show that she understood. It wasn't that he didn't care, but he cared so much that he didn't know what to say. His brain was in a mess, and his limbs didn't seem to belong to him anymore. He could only sit stiffly on the sofa.
It wasn't until his elder brother was called away by a phone call that he woke up from the almost frozen atmosphere.
The life he had spent with his elder brother for more than ten years was like a gorgeous and unreal firework. After the most beautiful moment, all that was left was darkness.
Wei Jing looked at the Wei family's old house, where he had lived for a long time. He counted on his fingers and calculated when his elder brother would get married. How long could he stay here? The rumors from years ago suddenly appeared in his mind. Those people had said vicious words, belittled him, and said that he would be chased away by Wei Zhe sooner or later.
Now that he thought about it, the feeling was completely different.
That was probably the initial fuse that caused the gap between him and his elder brother.
When Wei Jing woke up from his dream, for a moment, he was so confused that he couldn't tell what year it was. The young man's dark, curly eyelashes fluttered slightly, casting a dense shadow on his face. After an unknown amount of time, he slowly got off the bed and ran to the bathroom to brush his teeth with his slippers.
The hair of the toothbrush was very soft, and it rubbed against the young man's white teeth. The toothpaste was cool and minty, and the blue and white foam between his teeth slowly mixed with a faint red color. He had just brushed his teeth too hard and hurt himself.
The sweet and fishy taste spread in his mouth. Wei Jing was stunned for a moment before he reacted and quickly rinsed his mouth with water.
There was a slight pain in his mouth, and it woke Wei Jing up completely from his confused dream. He rubbed his stiff cheeks and tried to pull out an obedient smile.
He had already made a mistake in his previous life. How could he make another mistake in this life?
Didn't they agree from the beginning? He had to be a good boy, not cry, not be willful, and not fight with his elder brother for the company. How could he have a mental breakdown after seeing 'Song Wenhua'? He should support his elder brother. Wasn't he always looking forward to having a warm family?
He pulled open the curtains in the room. The sun that had just risen was bright red. It wasn't glaring or burning, but it was warm and gentle.
The brown wooden floor was illuminated by the sun, and the darkness of the night had faded away. However, in this bright world, there were always gaps where the sun couldn't reach, leaving behind traces of darkness.
Wei Jing woke up very early today. It was just past six o 'clock, and the confinement nanny was preparing the ingredients. When she saw him, a trace of surprise flashed across her face. She smiled and said good morning, "It's Saturday today. Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"
"I slept early last night." Wei Jing replied half-heartedly. He didn't want to say anything at this moment.
The confinement nanny sensed the young man's irritation, so she smiled and didn't say anything.
Breakfast was steamed buns that the confinement nanny had given out yesterday. The buns were thin, and the stuffing was big. There was also fresh soy milk on the side. The white sugar was stored in a small transparent glass jar and set aside. He could add as much sweetness as he wanted.
Wei Jing looked at his elder brother who had just woken up. He was an 18-year-old young man, and his face was handsome and mature.
He smiled and said, "Elder brother, you're up. Auntie has already prepared breakfast. Come and eat!"
"Why are you up so early today? Don't you need to sleep in on Saturday? " The young man raised his eyebrows and teased, "Usually, I have to go and poach you personally before I can bring you out."
Wei Jing snorted, "It's good to wake up early and sleep early. I want to be taller than you."
"Forget about that!" Wei Zhe waved his hand. He drank a mouthful of soy milk and felt that it was a little bland, so he added some sugar. "You're too tall. How can I protect you?" Silly boy, if you're too tall, he wouldn't be able to carry you in his arms.
"Then I'll protect you." Wei Jing's eyes lit up. He felt that he had found a direction.
Wei Zhe smiled and touched the young man's smooth face. He said reservedly, "Okay! I'll be waiting. "
The two of them had breakfast happily. There was nothing to do on Saturday, so Wei Jing and Wei He personally cleaned up the bedroom, study, and other private places. In the end, Wei Jing stared at his two paintings and felt troubled. Wei Zhe touched his chin and said, "Why don't we hang them in the studio?"
"Okay!" Wei Jing hesitated because the studio was connected to his elder brother's study. He was afraid that his elder brother wouldn't like it. Now that his elder brother took the initiative to ask, how could he refuse?
The first painting was the one that Wei Zhe painted yesterday. He liked the cute young man in it very much and fixed the painting behind his desk in the study. As for the second painting, he hadn't seen it yet. The young man's bony hands slowly tore open the outer layer of the packaging. He was very careful, afraid that he would damage the things inside.
The moment he turned the painting over, Wei Zhe seemed to hear a loud rumbling sound.
He stood stiffly in the living room. His handsome face was filled with shock. His mind was blank as he stared at the oil painting in front of him. The delicate white roses were blooming just right. The sky was very blue, and the soft clouds were floating in the distance like a ball of cotton candy.
The garden of the Wei family's old mansion was now planted with the fiery red roses that Wei He liked. It wasn't until he became the head of the Wei family and Wei He retired from the front line that he replaced them with white roses.
But now … in Wei Jing's painting, he saw familiar trees, familiar flowers and plants …
"Elder Brother, what's wrong?" The young man beside him asked timidly. He seemed to be shocked by the young man's expression.
"Wei Jing?" Even someone as powerful as Wei Zhe couldn't help but feel nervous. He stared fixedly at the delicate face in front of him. The 12-year-old young man's face hadn't matured yet. He still had the youthfulness of a child, but his ink-black eyes were clearly filled with something that he had seen before.
The person involved couldn't see clearly.
Because he had always been by his side, Wei Jing had never changed in his eyes.
But when he thought about it again, was no change the biggest change? A six or seven-year-old child was exactly the same as his grown brother, whom he would spend more than ten years with in the future. This was the biggest loophole, but he hadn't seen it.
He could hear his own voice. "I am Wei Zhe."
The young man tilted his head. His eyes were filled with confusion, as if to say, 'Of course I know that you are Wei Zhe. You are my older brother. Do I need you to say it out loud?'
"I am 28-year-old Wei Zhe." He seemed to be laughing because he didn't know what he was doing. He was just following a specific program and revealing the bloody truth. "Hello, 22-year-old Wei Jing. We meet again."
Fine beads of sweat appeared on the young man's forehead. His bright eyes were like that of an injured rabbit. His face was filled with fear.
His fear was like an invisible dagger that ruthlessly stabbed Wei Zhe's heart.
Why are you afraid? Haven't I treated you well enough? Have I given you everything I have? Yet you are afraid of me? This is … a big, ridiculous joke?
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