not demon

【fifteen】

It's actually not that sad.

Anyway, it is worthwhile to come to this world to accompany you on a journey.

"Master, Master, there is a letter from Xuzhou urging you to go back." Lao Li walked through the small hall at the corner with a thin letter paper.

"It's from Xuzhou?" Fang Yueheng stretched out his frosty fingers, and shook the letter open, only to see that the letter written at the bottom of the letter was from his comrades in the officialdom.

"Master, when are you going back?" Lao Li wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff.

"The meaning of looking at the letter is to ask me to go back as soon as possible." Fang Yueheng put the letter paper on the table, "But I have to wait until I finish my filial piety for my mother."

"Young master, are you... all right." Lao Li looked at Fang Yueheng's flat expression, but he was still a little worried, "Life and death are fate, wealth and honor are in the sky, young master, please be careful."

"Well, I know." Fang Yueheng waved his hand, "Go out, I'll stay here alone for a while."

Life and death are fate, wealth is in the sky.If his mother's death is predestined, what about Qingming?He is still so young, does he deserve this life?

Since Fang Yueheng was hit one after another, he has become a little mentally weak. Even when his father came to him, he often let go.His mother and Gu Qingming were all in his mind.

One is the person who loves him in every possible way since childhood, and the other is the person who regards him as his life.

But now, both of them are gone.

Fang Yueheng has been packing up Gu Qingming's things for the past few days. He wanted to bring them back to Xuzhou many times, but in the end he only brought the string of silver bells and the light blue padded jacket with intricate peach embroidery on it. The snow-white piping of the leaf pattern, and a swallow shape is drawn with silver thread on the waist side.

Every time Fang Yueheng saw this, he felt as if his Qingming was about to fall off that dress.

He really missed that man so much.

He has also been sending people to look for Yechen, even if Qingming cannot be brought back, he must seek justice for him.

Yechen designed to frame Gu Qingming, making him a target by mistake, and then cut Gu Qingming's spiritual bones in public. How could Fang Yueheng not hate him? He wished Ye Chen could pay for his life.

It's not hard to guess where Gu Qingming went these few days, but Ye Chen took him to an unknown place and never came back.

And the reason why he suffered such a severe winter cold was that Yechen wanted Gu Qingming to be powerless in front of everyone.

Fang Yueheng was unaware of his good calculations.

The last rays of the setting sun at night were swallowed by the top of the mountain, and Fang's mansion was gradually shrouded in darkness. Fang Yueheng sat in the room, put the wooden box on the bedside, and started to do business.In this way, he will feel that his Qingming is still watching him.

There was a lot of wind and snow at night, and Fang Yueheng had no plans to stop writing. The year had passed, and many things had to be done quickly without any further delay.

The candle was about to burn out, and the night was already deep. Fang Yueheng was half asleep and half awake, and Fangfu heard a knock on the door of "dong dong dong".

He woke up in a jerk, and the oil lamp next to him happened to go out, and the room was plunged into darkness, but the knocking sound outside the door was still very obvious.

Fang Yueheng put on a long robe, tied up his hair, and then stepped lightly to open the door.

As soon as the door was opened, a gust of wind blew in. The whole door opened suddenly, and the cold wind poured into his bones. Fang Yueheng was almost dizzy from the cold wind. He hurriedly tried to close the door, but another figure flashed through the crack of the door.

Same as last time, very fast, not clear.

Fang Yueheng stared at the front without saying a word, suddenly, as if thinking of something in his heart, he hurried back to the bed, opened the sandalwood box on the bed and took a look——

There were only a few pure black feathers left inside, not to mention the swallow's body.

Why, why is it gone...

Fang Yueheng was shocked, his face changed, his body shook and trembled, and he almost couldn't stand still.

He supported the bed frame, and saw a bright white flash in the dark sky outside the window, and then there was a thunder in his ear, Fang Yueheng rushed out the door, his hoarse voice seemed to be on fire, he opened his mouth, and there was something on his chest Something can't wait to shout—

"Qingming!"

Another thunder rumbled dully in the sky.

Fang Yueheng supported his knees, and large flakes of snowflakes floated on his hair, which instantly dyed his hair white. Tears welled up in his eyes, "Qingming! Where have you been!"

These days of separation, my heart is pierced like a knife. If you don't come back, I will really go back to Xuzhou alone.

In fact, Fang Yueheng still had a little delusion in his heart. He always felt that since Gu Qingming was a swallow, there would always be a way to return to his spirit body, and in the end he might turn into a human form to become his Qingming.

But this may be a matter of time, but no matter how long, he is willing to wait.

"Qingming! Are you gone!" Fang Yueheng walked to the door step by step, stepping on the white snowflakes, leaving a string of footprints, he shouted to the air over and over again with a trembling voice: "Tomorrow spring you will come back Well, Xuzhou is not so cold anymore, you will definitely come back, right?"

"I'll be waiting for you in Xuzhou in spring. It's still my Qingming when you come back." Fang Yueheng lowered his head, feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart.

He was afraid that when he said these words, it was as if he was comforting himself.But he couldn't help it, he finally grabbed a thought, no matter what he didn't want to let go.

"Tomorrow spring...will you come back..." Fang Yueheng suddenly sat in the snow, the cold snow soaked the soles of his shoes, but he didn't seem to feel the cold, so he just sat there and said softly "Qingming, Qingming..."

Several months passed by like this, and it was time for Fang Yueheng to return to Xuzhou. Master Fang personally sent him off, but Fang Yueheng refused.

He and his father have been estranged since that incident, not to mention his mother also passed away, and Fang Yueheng didn't know who to tell about all the pain in his heart, so he could only be bored in his heart.

Lao Li was driving a carriage at the gate of Fangfu, waiting for Fang Yueheng to pack up his things and get in the carriage before leaving.

"Master, I've already loaded Mr. Gu's things into the car, so you don't have to worry." Old Li told Fang Yueheng.

In fact, Lao Li also liked Gu Qingming very much, and felt that Mr. Gu was as naughty and lively as his child.

So when he was in Xuzhou before, he took good care of Gu Qingming. Now that so many things happened when he returned home, Lao Li was also in a panic.

But he couldn't tell Fang Yueheng that his young master mentioned Gu Qingming's name less and less now.

Even when he was mentioned, the expression on his face only changed slightly, and then calmed down again.

"Well, I see." Fang Yueheng replied, and now that the weather has gradually warmed up, Fang Yueheng removed his cotton clothes and put on a slightly thinner cardigan.

A tree of pear blossoms with buds outside the window is scrambling to squeeze into the window, as if they are afraid of missing a good show.

"Master, do you want to bring some sweet-scented osmanthus cake back to Xuzhou this time?" Old Li Shunzui asked, but suddenly seemed to think of something wrong, and quickly covered his mouth.

He really didn't open any pots and carried which pots, Mr. Gu had already left for a long time, so he didn't need any sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.

"Buy it." Fang Yueheng said lightly, and then got into the carriage, "Just go to the one on the street, the best food is made."

Qingming is also my favorite.

Old Li secretly thought that he was useless, and quickly informed the master's servants that the young master had returned to Xuzhou, so he immediately drove the carriage and hurried out of the city.

The hooves of the horse flew, leaving only dust on the ground.

As usual, there were two cushions on the carriage with a few peach blossoms embroidered on them. Looking at the cushions, Fang Yueheng suddenly thought of that person.

In fact, he hadn't thought of him for a long time these days.

It's not that I don't want to, it's that I don't dare to think about it.

He was afraid that when he thought about that person, he would not be able to resist getting drunk all night, and finally passed out drunk on the bed, holding the wooden box and whispering.Such days are too embarrassing, even if Qingming is there, he will never be allowed to behave like that.

"Master, should I get out of the car to buy it, or do you go to buy it yourself?" Lao Li's voice came from behind the curtain of the carriage.

Fang Yueheng thought for a while before ordering: "I'll go buy it."

"Just go one step further, young master, I'll park the carriage on the right side of the door, and I'll come pick you up later." Lao Li said.

"Okay." Fang Yueheng took out an ingot of silver from his cuff, and after Lao Li stopped, he stepped out of the carriage first. Come out and mess around.

Fang Yueheng walked into that shop, and said to the shopkeeper, "Boss, buy two boxes of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes."

Suddenly there was a melodious chirping of birds——

Fang Yueheng was startled, and looked back quickly, only to find a little boy wearing a tiger hat, holding a cage in his hand, which contained a squeaky little swallow.

Fang Yueheng stared blankly, and didn't even hear the shopkeeper's call. He was about to go over to have a look, but was suddenly woken up by a voice next to his ear.

"My lord, my lord, your sweet-scented osmanthus cake?"

Putting the two boxes of warm osmanthus cakes in his palms, Fang Yueheng came back to his senses, and quickly apologized to the shopkeeper, gave the money, and then walked towards the child in front.

"Child, is this swallow yours?" Fang Yueheng squatted down and asked with a kind smile on his face.

"Yes, my uncle caught it for me!" The child raised his head proudly, showing his white teeth.

"But the swallow is a beneficial bird, so it shouldn't be kept in a cage." Fang Yueheng stroked his hair and explained patiently.

"Um...really, I don't know..." The little boy in the tiger hat bowed his head in embarrassment, "I just looked at it for fun..."

"I have two boxes of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes for you. Give me the swallows, and I will release them for you."

"Osmanthus cake..." The child shook his head and thought for a while before handing over the bamboo cage containing the swallows to Fang Yueheng, blushing and saying, "I'll give it to you, I must release it."

"Okay." Fang Yueheng smiled softly.