Ending

Shi Cheng felt attacked: “What does that have to do with it?”

An Mingli: “Not to mention the obvious interactions on the show, do you think An Huaixu’s obsession with Xiaoyu all these years is just because of guilt?”

Even Shi Cheng’s fast-moving brain froze when he heard this.

His mouth opened and closed, trying to say something in rebuttal, but he inadvertently recalled the scenes of his beloved brother and that brat getting along.

A pink atmosphere shuttled between them, and even their eye contact seemed to be ambiguous.

They weren’t discussing tasks, life, or children, but instead were saying:

Shi Yun: “Xu baobei, I love you so much.”

An Huaixu: “Yuner, me too.”

Their heads were getting closer and closer…

Shi Cheng shuddered, his face turned ugly, looking like a ‘棒子’ about to beat a pair of lovebirds.

“Let me tell you, I don’t agree. You control your brat and don’t corrupt our child!”

An Mingli shrugged indifferently, thinking to himself, “I haven’t even told you what I saw through the crack in the door when I passed by the ward.”

He was actually quite satisfied with the husband his family brother had found.

After all, he was the only person in the world who could control him.

“Your disagreement doesn’t matter.”

Shi Cheng: “?”

An Mingli hadn’t seen Shi Cheng so lively in a long time and was in a very good mood.

He looked at the sky, recalling a long time ago.

Actually, An Huaixu was sent to the psychiatric ward not entirely because he was obsessed with finding Shi Yu, but also because—
He publicly announced in front of the whole family that he liked men.

At that time, he had some vague ideas, but he wasn’t sure.

Later, in a certain moment, all the things were connected, and he understood.

That kid probably didn’t even realize it himself, but his feelings for Shi Yu had changed.

A few more days passed, and Shi Yun, who had been in bed, finally woke up.

The sunlight outside the window shone through the trees and fell on him, illuminating his pupils through the gaps in his eyelashes.

He had some difficulty adjusting to it for a while and only fully opened his eyes after a while.

He subconsciously wanted to rub his eyes, but when he raised his hand, he felt a resistance.

It was then that he realized that his hand, which was resting by his side, was warm, as if it was gently wrapped in something.

He had been lying down for a long time, and the bones in his body were rusty. He turned his head with difficulty and was stunned by what he saw.

An Huaixu was asleep by the bed, holding his hand, as if he was afraid that he would run away if he wasn’t careful.

His sleeping face was docile, completely different from his aggressive appearance when he was awake.

It was so great to be able to see the person he had been thinking about day and night the moment he opened his eyes.

Scenes of them playing together as children and their time in Fugui Village flashed before Shi Yun’s eyes, and his heart felt warm.

He raised his other hand, brushed aside the hair on his forehead, and his gaze swept over his lips and nose bridge, finally meeting his dark eyes.

His eyes weren’t sleepy like they were at first, but instead were wary.

The wariness suddenly disappeared the moment he made eye contact with Shi Yun, turning into confusion and joy.

Before Shi Yun could feel ashamed for getting caught peeking, An Huaixu had already straightened up, his movements a little nervous, or rather, flustered.

He: “When did you wake up? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? I’ll call the doctor, you—”

In the last second before An Huaixu’s hand was pulled away, Shi Yun subconsciously grabbed him.

He probably hadn’t had water in a long time, his throat was dry, and his voice was hoarse.

“Brother, don’t go.”

An Huaixu looked at his hand, his brain suddenly blank.

The way he addressed him was similar to before, but he felt that it was different this time.

Shi Yun was afraid that he hadn’t heard clearly and said again: “Don’t go.”

“Okay.”

An Huaixu poured him a glass of warm water.

Shi Yun leaned against the headboard, holding the water cup.

He had so much he wanted to say, but when he saw the person, he didn’t know what to say for a while.

The two were quiet for a while.

Shi Yun: “I…”

An Huaixu: “You…”

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Their tacit understanding made them look at each other and suddenly laugh.

The atmosphere relaxed at that moment.

An Huaixu’s back was no longer so tense, and he leaned back on the chair naturally.

Shi Yun took a sip of warm water: “What did you want to say?”

An Huaixu stared at Shi Yun for a few seconds, becoming more and more certain: “How much of what happened before do you remember?”

Shi Yun lowered his head, looking at the ripples in the cup, and didn’t speak.

An Huaixu looked calm on the surface, but his heart was already churning.

Although there wasn’t much change, he inexplicably saw the demeanor of the distinguished young master from his childhood in Shi Yun’s expression.

Shi Yun closed his eyes and opened them again, smiling and looking at An Huaixu: “Brother Huaixu, you’re very different from before.”

He mentioned the names of the others, his voice softened, with longing: “Aunt and uncle…my parents and my brother, are they all okay?”

An Huaixu’s movements didn’t change, he still looked at Shi Yun without moving. While Shi Yun was talking about the past and turning his head, he quietly turned red-eyed.

He’d been waiting for too long.

“It’s good that yesterday, luckily, it’s not too late now…”

After saying this, he turned his head to meet An Huaixu’s eyes.

The sunlight shone on his face, reflecting the love hidden in his eyes.

“Brother Huaixu, thank you.”

An Huaixu stood up abruptly, and the chair behind him slid back a distance because of his excessive movement.

Shi Yun was startled by him, but before he could say anything, Shi Cheng and An Mingli pushed the door open and walked in.

The two were carrying things in each hand, and it was a little difficult to open and close the door, so they didn’t notice the unusual situation in the room right away.

Shi Cheng tilted his head: “Huaixu, you’ve been guarding him for several days, let me take over today—”

Unexpectedly, before he could finish his words, An Huaixu suddenly pushed past them and walked out quickly.

Shi Cheng was bumped and was a little confused: “What are you doing?”

An Mingli didn’t have much of a reaction. He looked up at the direction of the hospital bed, paused for a few seconds, and then smiled and nodded, picking up the things in his hands and walking in.

“Maybe Shi Yun is hungry, he went to buy him food.”

Shi Cheng was amused by the two brothers and turned to walk inside: “I wish that were true.”

As soon as he said that, he met a pair of clear eyes.

His long-awaited brother was hooking his lips and calling him “Brother” like he did many years ago.

The things in Shi Cheng’s hand uncontrollably fell to the ground, and the endless longing crashed to the floor, making a thud.

In fact, he had seen all kinds of Shi Yuns on the show, and he had also watched the unconscious Shi Yun up close in the ward for a long time.

But none of them were as vivid as he was now.

Even with Shi Yun just lying quietly on the bed, breathing faintly, he almost doubted whether all of this was real or just a self-deceiving illusion.

All the people who had gone through that pain were trapped in an illusion they had all created together.

An Mingli put down the things and walked out knowingly.

Shi Cheng stood there, looking at Shi Yun.

Shi Yun tilted his head, a smile on his lips.

He called out again: “Brother.”

The next moment, he was pulled into Shi Cheng’s arms.

Shi Yun was startled at first, and then slowly hugged him back.

He buried his head in his shoulder, the familiar feeling and scent finally reassuring him.

Shi Cheng gently patted him on the back.

He had so many things he wanted to say, such as the experiences of the past few years, the changes at home, and so on.

But these words turned a few corners and eventually turned into a sentence full of longing and relief: “It’s good that you’re okay, it’s good that you’re okay.”

Only those who had been looking for Shi Yu all along could understand the weight of these words.

Shi Cheng let go of Shi Yun and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Shi Yun hadn’t seen his family in many years. He thought he would be a little restrained and unfamiliar, but he didn’t expect that for them, the joy of the past seemed to be just yesterday.

They talked about things from their childhood.

When they were young, Shi Cheng was very naughty, and Shi Yun loved to cry. One teased him cheaply, and the other cried and blew his nose.

Their parents had many intense mixed doubles matches because of this.

Later, when they grew up, Shi Yun could talk and often chased after Shi Cheng, calling him brother sweetly.