Chapter 118 Back to the Past Life

Chapter 118: Back to the Previous Life

"I can't sleep." Lu Yang wriggled a little in Fu Yan's arms, his voice soft. "I woke up at nine in the morning, and I had a one-and-a-half-hour nap. I really can't sleep..."

"Let me sing a lullaby for you, baby, okay?" Fu Yan gently pinched the boy's round earlobe.

"You can sing a lullaby!" Lu Yang became even more interested, rubbing his nose against Fu Yan's chin. "Brother, sing it for me!"

"Mm, I learned it specially for you, baby. Today I finally get the chance to sing it for you."

Fu Yan's voice was low, filled with both tenderness and a hint of pride.

Sometimes, Lu Yang would be troubled by nightmares at night. To prevent Lu Yang from lying awake after waking up in the middle of the night, he had purposely learned a lullaby.

In the dark room, the faint scent of sandalwood lingered, and the man's gentle, low singing surrounded Lu Yang.

"Sleep now, sleep now, my dear baby"

"Your husband's hands gently rock you"

"The cradle rocks you, quickly fall asleep"

"The night is quiet, the blanket is warm"

...

Lu Yang grasped Fu Yan's hand and, as he listened, gradually closed his eyes.

Although his eyelids were closed, he seemed to be awake. Fu Yan led him, and together they appeared in a vast, boundless wilderness.

After walking for a while, Lu Yang shook Fu Yan's hand, his heart a little flustered. "Brother, weren't we sleeping? How did we get here?"

Fu Yan stopped, turned around, tears glistening in his eyes. He smiled faintly, his voice tender and affectionate.

"Yangyang."

This single word carried longing, heartache, a fluttering heart, and deep love, as if they were lovers reunited after years apart.

Fu Yan pulled the boy into his arms, holding him very, very tightly, filled with the joy of having found something precious once lost.

Just as he was drifting off to sleep, the memories of his previous life came flooding back into his mind like a tidal wave—the important memories he had lost had returned.

In his past life, he had committed suicide at the foot of Lu Yang's tombstone and was reborn into the summer of his twentieth year.

Waking up from bed with immense joy, it was a little past six in the morning. Too eager to eat breakfast, he drove hurriedly to the Lu family home to find Granny Lu and Lu Jin'an, to tell them the truth.

When he arrived at the Lu house, he learned from Lu Ting that Lu Jin'an had gone to Yuntai Mountain with his grandmother to escape the heat.

Eager to find Lu Yang, he didn't think twice and told Lu Ting everything: that Qin Yue had stolen Lu Yang away and had been having an affair with her ex-husband.

But he had miscalculated—Lu Ting cared about his pride, and in his anger, he assumed Fu Yan was slandering Qin Yue and refused to listen.

After leaving the Lu family, he drove frantically, relying on the information he had gathered about the Du family in his past life, determined to find Lu Yang himself.

Back then, Lu Yang was only nine years old. If only he could bring him back, the boy would be spared ten years of suffering.

If the Lu family didn't want Lu Yang by then, he would take him back to the Fu family's old mansion and raise him himself.

His emotions were too volatile, his mind too focused on finding Lu Yang, so he forgot to check the traffic lights. A truck crashed into him.

Trapped in his car, just before losing consciousness, he remembered that the day before, his great-uncle had suddenly called his grandfather, saying that his catastrophe would manifest early, warning him not to go out that day.

If he hadn't been reborn, he would have heeded the warning. But having been reborn once, he couldn't bear to wait even a single moment longer.

Fu Yan's eyes were red-rimmed, brimming with guilt. "Baby, I'm sorry. I was reborn ten years ago, yet I still couldn't find you—I forgot you."

"Brother..." Lu Yang choked up and gasped for breath, his chest aching dully after hearing Fu Yan's experience from ten years ago. He felt even more heartbroken for Fu Yan.

He hugged Fu Yan tightly in return. "Brother, don't apologize. I was reborn ten years later."

"After I woke up, I found you right away."

"Yangyang." Fu Yan's eyes were filled with shock. He paused, then apologized again. "Yangyang, I'm sorry, I rejected you back then. Luckily, you didn't leave."

The two pressed their foreheads together. Fu Yan wept silently, tears falling like a broken string of pearls.

Lu Yang clumsily wiped away Fu Yan's tears. Seeing him like this—the same way he had been when he discovered Lu Yang's death in the previous life—silently and frantically crying.

"Fu Yan, don't cry. We're together now."

"Yangyang, thank you for coming to me yourself."

Fu Yan held the young man close, his heart aching and simultaneously full of gratitude. In this second chance, Yangyang had chosen him.

In the vibrant wilderness, even the wind seemed gentle. The two hearts slowly soothed each other.

They held each other for an unknown length of time. "Brother, where are we? Can we go back?" Lu Yang asked with reddened eyes, worried that if they couldn't, his brother and grandmother would be sad.

Fu Yan took Lu Yang's hand again, looked around, and felt no anxiety.

"We should be in a dream. We can definitely go back."

Lu Yang grabbed Fu Yan's finger and bit it, asking anxiously, "Brother, does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Fu Yan looked down at the finger with the saliva-covered tooth mark, a mix of amusement and helplessness.

"Brother, they say you can't feel pain in dreams." Lu Yang's expression changed. "We're not in a dream."

Just as Fu Yan was about to comfort Lu Yang, the scene before them changed again. This time, they appeared in a café.

The two appeared hand-in-hand in the café, but no one seemed to notice them—more precisely, no one could see them.

Looking at the familiar café, Lu Yang's dormant memories were stirred. This café was where he had worked part-time in his previous life.

Lu Yang saw another version of himself busy behind the counter, making coffee.

"Brother, that's me in my sophomore year of college in the past life." Lu Yang pointed at the other self, who was rushed off his feet.

Following Lu Yang's gaze, Fu Yan saw that young man. "He's thinner than my Yangyang now."

Lu Yang didn't deny it. He rubbed his thumb across the web of the man's thumb, his voice tinged with pride. "Now I've been fattened up by my brother."

Fu Yan's eyes were full of adoration, then he looked toward the door. "Another me should be arriving soon."

As he spoke, another Fu Yan pushed open the café door. He was still dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his posture straight, his aura impressive.

"Brother, you're just as handsome now as you were back then! Super handsome!" Lu Yang smiled sweetly, with a hint of underlying excitement. "Brother, so we met in the same café back when I was a sophomore."

"Yes, it's my tenth time here." Fu Yan's voice was calm, but with a subtle undertone of disappointment. "The baby has never remembered me even once."

Lu Yang was stunned. At that time, he had just gotten together with He Lin and was busy every day with part-time jobs, live streaming, and classes, so he had absolutely no impression of Fu Yan.

Just then, another Fu Yan entered the coffee shop and chose a seat facing the cashier counter, his gaze fixed directly on the young man who was carrying coffee over.

Seeing the young man walking toward him, he quickly lowered his eyes to look at the table.

"Sir, what coffee would you like?" the young man's voice came from beside him.

Fu Yan said without hesitation, "An iced Americano, please. Thank you."

"Okay sir, please wait a moment. I'll bring it to you shortly." After saying that, the young man went back to work behind the counter.

The moment the young man turned around, Fu Yan lifted his head, his gaze following the slender figure of the young man.

Watching his past self and Fu Yan, Lu Yang felt like he was watching a movie.

The scene shifted again. This time, the two arrived at a place Lu Yang was very familiar with: Fu Yan's study.

Here, he and Fu Yan had done intimate things many times.

The study was still filled with the faint, elegant scent of sandalwood. Another Fu Yan sat upright at the desk, staring at the computer screen with a very focused expression, his eyes swirling with intense emotion.

"Brother, I really like the way you look when you're working seriously!" Du Yang stood on the other side of the desk, facing him, looking at the other Fu Yan.

Fu Yan was speechless.

Could it be that he wasn't working at all?

He was about to pull Lu Yang away to stop him from lingering, but Lu Yang had already taken a step forward, walked around to the side of the desk, and was about to see what the other Fu Yan was doing.

"Yangyang, don't look!" Fu Yan rarely looked so flustered. He reached out to pull him back, but was a step too late.

"Huh? Brother, you actually watched live streams in your past life." Lu Yang saw the screen and teased.

Then Lu Yang's striking eyes suddenly widened, and he leaned in closer to the screen in disbelief.

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