After Playing the Fool and Marrying the Blind Villain [Transmigration] - Chap 112
After Playing the Fool And Marrying the Blind Villain – Extra Six
“……”
Bo Yueming looked into the bright, clear eyes of the person in front of him and felt a special warmth in his heart that he had never felt before.
Since being “forcibly” brought back to the Bo family, due to his special status, no one had ever been willing to take the initiative to “make friends” with him. The only friend he could chat with was Yan Cen, and their relationship was also that of classmates.
In the past, little brothers like Pei Yi would never have any contact with him.
Pei Yi eagerly awaited Bo Yueming’s reply. Seeing that he didn’t respond for a long time, he became a little anxious and said, “Er-ge?”
“En?”
Bo Yueming responded to him unconsciously, as if he had accepted this exclusive title.
“O-Okay.” Pei Yi took a deep breath, as if having made an important decision.
He took out a small, flattened straw grasshopper that was disordered from being in his small school bag, and handed it over. “This is my most favorite, I’ll give it to you too! Can you be friends with me now?”
Bo Yueming looked at the several things that had been given to him, which were altogether worthless, and then glanced at the small straw toy that was of obvious significance with a complicated feeling.
Pei Yi felt a little depressed now. He grasped the shoulder strap of his school bag and said, “There isn’t any more.”
Bo Yueming opened the schoolbag with one hand and tossed everything in his arms back inside. “I don’t need these things.”
“……”
Pei Yi thought this was a rejection, but before he could feel sad, he heard Bo Yueming ask, “Why do you want to be friends with me? We only met once.”
Pei Yi shook his head, and gestured with his hands, “This is already the second time, and we’ll see each other more and more in the future.”
Bo Yueming gradually adapted to his familiar tendencies and walked into the house with his notebook of homework.
Pei Yi seized the opportunity and hastily followed, saying as he walked, “You’re good-looking, tall, and even look cool when riding a horse. You protected me, and Father Yan also said that everyone praises you for your excellence.”
Bo Yueming tapped the corner of his mouth and feigned nonchalance. “Do you make friends with everyone like this?”
Pei Yi’s short legs were still working hard, and he shook his head as he walked. “No, it’s my first time making a friend.”
Because he was bullied by the big, tall, older boys at the orphanage in the past, Pei Yi had always been reluctant to come into contact with such people.
In the three years since he was adopted, apart from his classmates, Bo Yueming was definitely the first tall gege he wanted to be close to.
As soon as he finished speaking, Bo Yueming stopped in front of a desk.
Pei Yi, who was trying his best to keep up, realized that he had entered the private study without permission. He remembered Father Rong’s previous instructions about etiquette, and backed up to the study door.
— Knock knock
“Er-ge, can I come in?”
He was familiar, but polite.
“……”
There was a hint of a smile in the depths of Bo Yueming’s eyes, and he only said, “I need to study, and I like silence. You’ll be bored staying here with me.”
Pei Yi ran up and told a bald-faced lie, “I also like silence.”
Bo Yueming did not object, and allowed Pei Yi to bring a small stool and sit diagonally at the corner of his desk.
Pei Yi lowered his voice. “Er-ge, are we friends?”
Bo Yueming turned a page of his notes and said, “Being friends doesn’t just happen by verbally admitting it.”
“Oh,” Pei Yi responded, and said no more.
Bo Yueming always preferred solitude and silence. When he said he needed to study, he wasn’t just making an excuse.
Pei Yi didn’t dare be noisy, but after waiting a few minutes, he couldn’t hold back his greed. He quietly unwrapped the strawberry lollipop, stuffed it into his mouth, and glanced at Bo Yueming guiltily.
Bo Yueming had already noticed his movements from the corner of his eye, but just saw through it without saying anything.
Some time passed.
The sound of the kitten’s chewing began to become wanton. Bo Yueming couldn’t bear it anymore and looked up to find that Pei Yi’s forehead was pressed against the edge of the desk, and his head was practically buried in the school bag.
“Pei Yi? What are you doing?”
“Ah?”
Pei Yi raised his head without thinking. His cheeks were bulging, and there was still a little bit of egg yolk cake residue at the corners of his mouth, like a kitten that had stolen something.
Taking advantage of his height, Bo Yueming easily glanced at the contents of his school bag and asked, “What are you eating?”
There was an element of already knowing the answer to his question.
Having been caught, Pei Yi honestly put the candy wrapper, half-drunk banana milk, two bites of taro bread, and one remaining egg yolk cake on the table.
Pei Yi said vaguely, “…..I was a little hungry.”
Bo Yueming said, “Didn’t you say that these things were all for me? You ate my things without saying anything?”
When Pei Yi heard this, his blush spread from his ears to his entire face, but then he said cleverly, “Friends should share things with each other. And I left some for you.”
Bringing a bunch of food to make a friend and then eating everything in the name of “friendship” was really not a loss at all.
Where did this clever kitten come from?
Bo Yueming chuckled, then quickly calmed down. “Then you can finish your meal.”
Pei Yi shook his head with restraint.
Bo Yueming urged, “Eat it. It’s all opened, don’t waste it. I don’t like sweet things.”
Seeing that he wasn’t angry, Pei Yi immediately backtracked with a smile. “Thank you, Er-ge!”
Bo Yueming could do nothing about him, and his smile became more obvious. “What are you thanking me for? This is your own stuff.”
Pei Yi didn’t answer, and only began to eat more happily.
Bo Yueming stared at his bulging cheeks and asked without thinking, “Is it so tasty?”
“Mm, it’s delicious,” Pei Yi replied. “I used to be in an orphanage, and it was hard to get enough to eat. Then I went home with Father Rong and Father Yan.”
“……”
Orphanage?
When Bo Yueming heard this strange yet familiar word, his brow twitched unconsciously.
Although he had already guessed Pei Yi’s identity as an adopted orphan, he still felt some imperceptible worry when he heard this person speak of his situation so calmly.
Even with the care and attention of Old Mrs. Bo these years, when Bo Yueming faced the second branch family, there was always a feeling of inadequacy from living on someone else’s charity. But compared to Pei Yi, who once lacked love and affection, his upbringing paled in comparison.
Pei Yi, who was still nibbling bread, seemed to notice Bo Yueming’s silence. He looked up at the other party, his smile still pure. “Er-ge, don’t feel sorry for me. Father Rong and Father Yan are very good to me.”
“Just like your grandma is to you.”
Pei Yi didn’t compare Zong Baiyan and Xu Rong to Bo Yueming’s parents. He wasn’t stupid, and had heard some clues from Bo Wang’s words just now.
“We’re both kids who have adults that care about us.”
What seemed like ordinary words of comfort injected an irresistible warmth into Bo Yueming’s heart.
He froze for a few seconds, and finally no longer concealed his smile. “En, you’re right.”
Having received his approval, Pei Yi bit off another piece of bread and ate more happily.
The two stopped their brief exchange.
Bo Yueming entered study mode again, and after finishing the snacks he had brought, Pei Yi simply folded his arms and lay down on the table.
Perhaps it was because he had just filled his stomach, or because the sky was growing darker, but Pei Yi, who had not been able to take a nap at noon that day, felt sleepy at this moment.
He tried his best to keep his eyelids open, but still couldn’t resist the hypnosis that swept over him.
Thud.
He tilted his head and fell asleep lying on the table.
When Bo Yueming returned to his senses, he had even begun to snore in his sleep.
Bo Yueming tapped the table and called for his attention. “Pei Yi?”
“……”
Pei Yi didn’t reply to him, but only shifted his position and continued to sleep.
Bo Yueming frowned slightly. After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and approached. “Pei Yi, don’t sleep here. It’s easy to get a stiff neck or catch a cold.”
No matter how the weather was, you would be more affected by the cold while asleep than when you were awake.
Pei Yi hummed with a bit of unhappiness at being disturbed, and there was also a little fussiness that was not easy to detect.
“……”
With no other choice, Bo Yueming could only lean down and coax in an unskilled manner, “I’ll take you to the sofa to rest, okay?”
Pei Yi narrowed his eyes drowsily and subconsciously hugged Bo Yueming in front of him. “Sleepy.”
When he was too sleepy to move in the past, Zong Baiyan and Xu Rong would carry him back to his room like this to sleep. At this moment, he was so sleepy that he couldn’t tell north, south, east, or west, and temporarily forgot that he was still in someone else’s house.
Bo Yueming looked at Pei Yi, who continued nuzzling into his arms, and could only carry him in front of him with difficulty.
Pei Yi was very accustomed to being carried this way. He hugged the other tightly with both hands and rested in forehead in the crook of his neck, sleeping peacefully.
“……”
Bo Yueming quickly brought Pei Yi to the living room. He carefully placed the sleeping Pei Yi on the sofa, not forgetting to cover him with a small blanket.
The unfamiliar scent of the quilt made Pei Yi uneasy in his sleep. He kicked the quilt and turned over, almost falling off the sofa.
“Ai!”
Bo Yueming blocked him with quick reflexes and anxiously covered him with the blanket again.
There were no servants in the villa at the moment. Even Uncle Kai had gone to help at the main house, and there was no one here to look after him.
Bo Yueming was afraid that Pei Yi would fall in his disordered sleep, so he had to go back to the study to get a book and sit quietly next to him.
Time passed minute by minute.
The ajar door moved again.
Uncle Kai led Zong Baiyan in and said, “Second Young Master, Mr. Zong is here to pick up Pei Yi.”
Bo Yueming raised his eyes and calmly faced Zong Baiyan at the door.
When Zong Baiyan saw Bo Yueming, whose aura was not inferior to that of an adult, a hint of genuine admiration flashed in his eyes.
Bo Yueming stood up and indicated, “He’s asleep.”
Zong Baiyan had already discovered his family’s kitten curled up in a ball on the sofa. He approached slowly and replied in a low voice, “We’ve troubled the Second Young Master. I’ll take him back.”
With that said, he easily picked up Pei Yi.
It was also the same posture of carrying him in front of his body.
Bo Yueming silently observed this scene, paying special attention to Zong Baiyan’s posture from the corner of his eye.
“Huh? Father Yan?”
Pei Yi woke up in a daze, but remained lying against Zong Baiyan’s shoulder without raising his head.
Zong Baiyan patted Pei Yi on the back and coaxed, “Xiao Yi, we’re going home first. Do you want to say goodbye to the Second Young Master?”
These words aroused a sense of clarity in Pei Yi’s mind. He rubbed his eyes and slowly faced Bo Yueming’s direction, yawning as he spoke.
“Good bye, Er-ge. I’ll come to play with you next time.”
