Chapter 137 Extra 1: Childhood 1

Childhood 1

After Fu Yian traveled through time, he sorted out all the plots he knew, and even thought about where he would go on vacation after he retired from the plot. However, he did not think of one possibility.

He stood at the stairs as calmly as possible, listening to his father introduce him to the thin boy in the living room.

Fu Jianbo said in a deep voice: "This is Yu Cheng..." He paused for a moment, then continued: "He is a friend's child. He will live in our house from now on. Just treat him as your brother."

Yu Cheng looked very timid. He stood not far from Fu Jianbo, his dark eyes timidly looking at the person on the stairs far away in the living room.

He moved his lips twice but did not speak.

The clothes he wore were not shabby but brand new. However, they could not hide the cowardice in this child.

The clothes that were clearly meant to fit him seemed a size too big for him, and against his pale cheeks, they made him look even more malnourished.

After a long time without hearing his son's reply, Fu Jianbo frowned in dissatisfaction and said in a colder voice: "I will let you two get along well in the future."

These words didn't sound like an explanation, but more like a threat.

Fu Yian came back to his senses and ignored Fu Jianbo. Instead, he looked at the young man in the living room.

Fu Jianbo had no choice but to push Yu Cheng's back as his son had his own opinions since he was young.

"Go say hello to your brother."

The thin Yu Cheng staggered forward a step when he was pushed by the man. Fu Yian frowned unconsciously and glanced at Fu Jianbo with cold eyes.

After Yu Cheng stood up, he looked at Fu Yi'an carefully and said softly, "...Hello, brother."

Fu Jianbo didn't like to stay in front of his son for long. After seeing the two of them talking, he turned around and left the living room.

He also didn't like staying in this empty old house, it was depressing.

There were only two people left in the empty living room.

Fu Yian raised his hand and rubbed his forehead. No matter how much he didn't want to accept it, he had to admit that he came here too early and the protagonist was still a kid.

Even if the protagonist has great abilities in the future, he can do nothing now.

Fu Yian is not good at taking the initiative to interact with others, especially with a child who is only twelve years old.

But if you just walk away...

Fu Yian thought about the protagonist's dark personality in the future. If he just left, when the protagonist grew up, it would be difficult for him to have a peaceful life.

Moreover...

Yu Cheng's cautious words "brother" just now suddenly gave him the feeling of a little stray cat.

She was not favored in the Yu family, abandoned by her mother, and thrown into another family's home, living under someone else's fence.

Having had such a miserable life since childhood, it would be strange if his personality didn't develop into a bad one.

Looking at Yu Cheng who was standing there not daring to move, Fu Yian's heart softened.

After all, he is just a child. How can he go astray if he is well educated?

He was still counting on Yu Cheng to take on the responsibility of the Fu family.

Thoughts flashed through his mind, and Fu Yian reached out to Yu Cheng.

"Come with me."

He paused, not wanting to scare the child, so he tried to pull up the corners of his mouth and raised a stiff smile: "Ah Cheng."

Fu Yian tried his best to look kind, enduring the discomfort of interacting with strangers, and watched Yu Cheng's thin hand carefully placed in his palm.

Yu Cheng's hands are very cold.

This was the only thought in Fu Yian's mind.

Then I felt the subtle touch of another person's fingers on my palm. His hands were not as white as his face. Instead, they were covered with rough and dense scars.

It was not carefully cared for last winter.

In a big family like the Yu family, a child's fingers could still be frostbitten. The suffering that Yu had endured was obvious.

Fu Yian lowered his eyes slightly.

He could clearly sense Yu Cheng's caution.

The palm of his hand did not dare to use any strength, like a light feather. Fu Yian even felt that if his breathing was a little heavier, Yu Cheng would withdraw his hand.

He did not give Yu Cheng a chance to retract his hand. He clenched his slender knuckles, grasped the hand that was much smaller than his own, and led Yu Cheng to the stairs.

Fu Yian doesn't like to contact anyone, and he doesn't like to be in the same room with others in private.

But if it's an obedient teenager, he might consider it.

Fu Yian led Yu Cheng upstairs without noticing that the boy following closely behind him raised his head with unusually cold black pupils, not at all like the look of an ordinary child.

But at this moment, in the depths of those eyes that were originally dull, an indescribable glimmer appeared, reflecting Fu Yian's back.

*

Fu Yian brought the person to his study, looked at the only desk in the huge study, hesitated for a moment, asked the servant to bring another chair, and arranged Yu Cheng on the left side of the rectangular desk.

Yu Cheng sat cautiously on the chair, with his hands placed neatly on his legs, as well-behaved as the most obedient child in the class.

Fu Yian pursed his lips, cleared his throat, and introduced himself in an unprofessional manner.

"My name is Fu Yi'an." He was silent for a moment and then said, "I will be your brother from now on."

After saying this, Fu Yian didn't know how to continue.

He had never come into contact with such a young child before, so it was indeed a difficult situation.

Fu Yian pulled a book from the table, but put it back the moment he saw the title.

Children probably can't understand the overview.

He picked up another blank notebook and placed it in front of Yu Cheng, lowering his voice, "Have you been to school before?"

He handed a pen to Yu Cheng, and watched Yu Cheng take it and hold it in the standard posture, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yu Cheng said in a low voice: "I went to primary school."

Fu Yian calculated Yu Cheng's age and found that he should have just finished primary school.

He remembered that Yu Cheng was very much loved by his father when he was young and should have received a good education, but things changed later.

"Just stay with me for a few days and I will teach you some simple lessons."

After finishing speaking, Fu Yian felt that his tone was a bit stiff, and added: "Okay?"

Yu Cheng met those slightly lighter eyes and nodded slightly.

*

Fu Yian wasn't a difficult person to get along with, he just looked a little cold.

Under his conscious control of his expression, after an afternoon, Yu Cheng had become much less cautious.

Seeing Yu Cheng secretly relaxing his sitting posture, Fu Yian smiled in his heart.

After all, he is just a little kid, and he will relax when he feels kindness.

Yu Chengmin noticed Fu Yi'an's gaze sharply and straightened his back which had been bent unconsciously. He returned to his previous reserved look and looked at Fu Yi'an more cautiously, as if he had made some mistake.

Fu Yi'an naturally raised his hand and touched Yu Cheng's head. The moment his palm landed on his soft hair, Fu Yi'an was stunned. He didn't expect that he could do such an intimate thing so smoothly.

Yu Cheng raised his eyes slightly, placed his hands on his head obediently, and looked at Fu Yian with his watery black eyes, full of confusion.

Fu Yi'an touched Yu Cheng's head with his stiff fingers, "I forgot the time. It's time to rest."

He glanced at Yu Cheng's perfectly completed work again, thought for a moment, and praised, "Well done."

Yu Cheng didn't know whether it was the compliment he had never heard before that softened his heart, or the warmth of the hand on his head that made his scalp tingle.

He should have avoided this kind of touch, but at this moment his body was completely out of his control and allowed Fu Yian to rub it for a long time.

He had no emotions in his heart.

But there was an inexplicable soreness in the corners of my eyes.