Chasing brother for thousands of miles

Chapter 38

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The boy stood where he was, tilted his head slightly, and looked at Wen Yusi's hand stretched out in front of his eyes.

The hands of an adult man are dry, rough, firm and powerful, with distinct lines on the palm, flat in front of him, representing a gesture of invitation.

He didn't speak, but he didn't rush towards him with joy as Wen Yusi imagined, but just looked at him quietly.

Such a young child has such deep and clear eyes that Wen Yusi was even a little reluctant to look directly at him.

He smiled and made a kind expression, "Are you unable to walk anymore? Come, Daddy will hug you." Then he bent down, picked up the boy with both hands, and hugged him to his chest.

The child hesitated for a moment, but slowly leaned his head on his shoulder, looked up at him, and stretched out his hand to pass the dagger he had been holding on his chest.

Wen Yusi saw it at a glance, and was a little irritable, but still coaxed patiently: "This is left to you by your mother, you keep it well, don't throw it away."

This six-year-old boy was actually lighter than he had imagined, as light as nothing in his arms.

His eldest son, Wen Wuyi, is also six years old this year. When he hugged that kid, he had to put in a lot of strength. This kid...maybe not as heavy as the string on the hospital bed.

Could it be - Wen Yusi glanced at the child in his arms suspiciously, and asked some questions calmly as he walked.

"Tell Daddy, what's your name?"

If this kind of question is to be heard by others, it will make people laugh out loud. A dignified father does not know the names of his children.

Yet this weird conversation went on like this.

"Baby, mother always calls me baby. She said that the name should be given to my father."

"Okay, daddy will give the baby a good name, it's called Lin, how about Wen Lin, does Lin'er like it?"

"Zero...?" The boy read it again and asked in a low voice, "Does that mean nothing?"

The corner of Wen Yusi's mouth twitched, and he said with a haha, "How could it be, you are a big kid, it's the coming of Yushu Linfeng, Yushu Linfeng, do you know what it means?" Then he said with a little urgency: "Lin'er, have you ever been sick before? Do you usually take medicine?"

"No." Wen Lin pursed his lips, didn't say anything more, just hugged Wen Yusi's neck tightly, leaning against him relyingly.

Then I felt that one of my hands was ripped off Wen Yusi's neck, and Wen Yusi pressed two fingers on his wrist for a while, then gradually stretched his brows, and said happily: "It's very healthy. It just looks too skinny."

While speaking, the two of them had already returned to Wen's mansion. When the people in Wen's mansion saw the head of the house carrying the child who came to make trouble in the morning, their eyes were vaguely curious, but Wen Yusi turned a blind eye and hurried in with the child in his arms.

Wen Lin hugged the neck of his father who had appeared in his dreams countless times in the past, and looked at the scenery in Wen's mansion all the way. The pavilions, towers, pavilions, winding corridors and flower ponds were all deeply imprinted in his mind.

As Wen Yusi walked deeper and deeper, Wen Lin gradually smelled something different from the fragrance of flowers, which was the smell of medicine.

He remembered very clearly that during the year when his mother was bedridden until his death, the house was full of this smell.

"Father, is anyone sick?" He hesitated for a moment, and replaced "father" with "daddy". Although his father respected him, he was also alienated. He wanted more intimacy.

Wen Yusi let out an "um" casually, not paying attention to the son who appeared halfway, and hurried to the outside of a room, Huang Luanyun's voice came from inside.

"Xian'er, Xian'er, wake up, get up and take some medicine, Xian'er..."

The door of the room was ajar, and a large group of people hurried in and out, carrying basins and passing water, all with expressions of caution.

Putting down the child in his arms and letting him stand upright, he didn't notice Wen Lin's reluctance at all, Wen Yusi casually reminded him not to run around, and hurried into the room alone.

Wen Lin stood alone outside the room, no one noticed him when he came and went, everyone looked anxious, and even if the worry was a hypocrisy on the surface, because of the sincerity of the host, he had to take care of it 12 Very sincere.

Through the door that was not closed, Wen Lin saw that the cheerful father was talking to a beautiful woman in a low voice, but the expressions of the two were not happy.

Behind Wen Yusi and the beautiful woman was a bed, and the brocade quilt was bulged up, as if a small ball was huddled inside.

It was a child younger than him, Wen Lin thought, and curiously wanted to take a few more glances, but suddenly felt a frightening aura - at that time, he didn't know what murderous aura was, he only knew that the man in the room Suddenly, the beautiful woman raised her brows upside down, and cast a cold gaze over Wen Lin, who made Wen Lin's hair stand on end.

He looked back, but he heard the woman suddenly screamed, pulled out a pair of exquisite sleeved knives from her sleeves, and jumped towards him suddenly.

The intimidating aura that came towards her made all the maids and servants in the room scream, but before she could kill Wen Lin, Wen Yusi also made a move, and the flute at his waist danced into an afterimage in the air, Picking up the knife in his sleeve, he said in a low voice, "Luanyun! Listen to me first!"

The beautiful woman didn't answer, she drew two astonishingly beautiful arcs with her two knives, made a detour and still rushed towards Wen Lin aggressively, Wen Yusi was busy parrying, the two of them were trembling and probably afraid of startling the people in the room, they went out while fighting recede.

Wen Lin blinked his eyes and looked around. The place that was still buzzing with people just now cooled down. He hesitated for a moment, then slowly and laboriously crossed the threshold and walked into the room full of medicinal fragrance. .

There is a piece of gold and jade in front of me.

The Wenyus and his wife probably piled all their most noble things here, and their youngest son who was loved by thousands of people slept in the pile of brocades in Fugui Township.

Wen Lin staggered to the edge of the bed, grabbed the edge of the bed and peeped in, and saw a child younger than him lying there frowning, as if sleeping very uncomfortable, with his eyes closed but still murmuring His mouth was pursed, his face was full of reluctance, his cheeks were bright red, whether it was hot or something.

Just looking at it, there is no sickness, on the contrary, it is very pleasing.

Such a small ball looks fragrant and soft. Although Wen Lin doesn't like the smell of medicine, he has no ill feeling towards this child. He lay on the edge of the bed, tilted his head to look at the person on the bed for a long time, couldn't help stretching out his hand, and poked it. Poke the kid in the face.

The child's eyelashes trembled, as if he had been woken up, and he muttered and whimpered softly, "Woo...no, don't take the medicine, mother, don't take the medicine."

"If you don't take the medicine, you will die."

A clear and unfamiliar voice sounded beside the bed, and the drowsy Wen Xian struggled to turn his head under the quilt, only to see a strange boy standing by the bed, looking at him seriously.

"Death is... what?" The four-year-old Wen Xian couldn't understand the meaning of death at all.

Wen Lin's voice was clear and cool, like a small stream, which seemed to suppress Wen Xian's hot body due to his illness.

"That is, um, I can no longer talk, I can't open my eyes, I can't eat delicious food, and I can't play with others. I have to lie down on the ground alone, and I can't even see the sun."

"Really?" Wen Xian opened his eyes wide, frightened by the concept of death described by the other party, "You, who are you?"

Before he heard the answer, he heard several footsteps at the door. Wen Yusi and Huang Luanyun came in one after the other. Their expressions were not much better, only slightly better than before.

But the moment their eyes fell on the son on the hospital bed, both of them softened their faces in a tacit understanding, and even squeezed out a smile.

However, when he saw Wen lying on the edge of the bed, Wen Yusi's smile almost didn't froze. Facing the two pairs of curious eyes on the opposite side, he reluctantly stepped forward to touch the head of the cheap son he picked up, and said with a smile: " Lin'er, why did you come in by yourself?"

Wen Lin didn't answer, and pointed to the little man on the hospital bed, "Daddy, is he my younger brother?"

When Huang Luanyun heard the words "daddy" and "brother", his face became darker and his anger couldn't be calmed down.

"Yeah." Wen Yusi twitched the corner of his mouth, "Do you like my brother?"

Looking at the pair of innocent and bright eyes on the bed, Wen Lin nodded, showing a completely defenseless smile, "I like it."

"As long as you like it, my brother will also like my brother, right?" In order to be fair, he also casually asked Aizi on the bed, but he obviously didn't want to get an answer, and he had already started to coax Wen Lin: "I'll let someone take you first." Go to your room and take a rest, Daddy is here, well, there is still something to do."

When he heard that he had his own room, Wen Lin's eyes lit up and he nodded. Someone came in and led him to leave. Before going out, he looked back and saw the little boy who had just become his younger brother looking at him eagerly. He, "brother, come and play—"

So he waved his hand and smiled like a normal six-year-old should.

It wasn't until Wen Lin's figure could no longer be seen that Wen Yusi let out a mouthful. He watched Huang Luanyun tuck Xian'er in the quilt, coaxed him, and then slowly walked outside.

"Luanyun, now is not the time to be angry, and I didn't know that woman would... It was really an accident."

Huang Luanyun gave him a gouged look, "Is that really feasible? Can it save Xian'er?"

"If Miracle Doctor Li's prescription doesn't work, there's...the destiny..."

"Do you believe in this kind of thing?" Huang Luanyun scolded, looked back at Yao'er who had fallen into a deep sleep again in the room, and couldn't help sighing, this child is too fateful, at only a few years old- —

Wen Yusi pressed her shoulders, and said in a cautious tone, "Luanyun, don't be angry. Didn't I meet you at that time... You see, that wild boy is not useless, if not... Today Xian I don’t know what to do about my son’s illness, maybe it’s fate.”

"Come on." Huang Luanyun waved Wen Yusi's hand away, "Since we're going to do it, we should prepare as soon as possible. That child looks very thin, so I'll send the doctor to see if he's sick."

The author has something to say: Where, where is the abuse/(ㄒoㄒ)/~~Yuan Run Ye is so kind and cute! [Beating chest and stomping feet TAT wailing loudly