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"Qingming, sit up and drink tea." Fang Yueheng hugged him considerately, and said to him, "If you still have a severe fever tomorrow, I'll find a doctor to see you."

"Then will you accompany me..." Gu Qingming muttered, and clenched his sleeves tightly.

"Accompany you, I'll be with you as soon as I finish my business, okay?" Fang Yueheng stroked the hair on his forehead for him, and held the tea bowl with the other hand and gently pressed it to the corner of his lips, "Drink more Hot tea is good."

"Then if I'm particularly serious, do you still have to go to work..." Gu Qingming lowered his head, his dark eyes were filled with moisture.

"Then you don't want me to go?"

"It's not that I don't want to." Gu Qingming pushed away the teacup, blushed and covered himself with the quilt, "I, I just want you to spend more time with me."

"I'll be with you tonight, I'll be with you all the time, okay?" Fang Yueheng pulled down the bed curtain, and the thin clothes stuck to each other, and Gu Qingming slipped into Fang Yueheng's warm embrace.

Fang Yueheng gave a low laugh.

Gu Qingming lowered his eyelids, raised his eyebrows slightly, and asked in a low voice, "What are you laughing at?"

"I was just thinking, how can the little things I picked up be so sticky?" Fang Yueheng raised his chin, with a smile in his eyes, "You stuck me like this tonight, what will you do in the future?"

"You're talking nonsense." Gu Qingming pouted and turned around, not wanting to pay attention to Fang Yueheng's joking words.

"I'm joking." Fang Yueheng hugged him, his eyes were full of tenderness towards Gu Qingming, he stroked Gu Qingming's hair, turned him around, and said with a smile: "Don't be angry OK?"

"Uh..." The moonlight poured down, illuminating the bed, Gu Qingming's soft hair was scattered on his shoulders, and Fang Yueheng brushed it for him.

Fang Yueheng leaned into Gu Qingming's ear and said, "I like you sticking to me..."

"Hmm..." Gu Qingming didn't know what he answered, he was dazed the moment he was picked up by someone, and couldn't help but put his arms around the other person's neck, Fang Yueheng sighed silently, and hugged him even tighter.

The silence in the room lasted less than half a cup of tea.In an instant, the moonlight shone on the ground, and even the tables and chairs were covered with a layer of light, and the folds were shining brightly.

However, on the second day, Gu Qingming's fever became more serious.

Fang Yueheng was annoyed by his actions last night. In the morning, he told Lao Li to shirk with his business for a day, and stayed with Gu Qingming all day long, watching the doctor feel his pulse——

"What's the matter, is there a big problem?" Fang Yueheng asked anxiously.

The doctor frowned, this Mr. Gu's heart was too strange, not quite similar to that of ordinary people.

But he didn't dare to tell Fang Yueheng, so he said: "It's just a cold, which may cause short-term discomfort in the body. I'll prescribe some medicine, and you can just take it for this young master."

"Do you need to do something else?" Fang Yueheng couldn't help but ask the doctor when he saw the doctor standing up.

"Hmm... Mr. Gu may be too tired, or he is not used to the climate in Xuzhou, and that's why he caught the cold."

"Not used to the water and soil?" Fang Yueheng looked at Gu Qingming on the bed, walked over to touch his forehead, and asked, "Aren't you from Xuzhou? Why aren't you used to the water and soil here?"

Fang Yueheng's fingertips were icy cold, and it was comfortable to rub against. Gu Qingming stuck it for a while longer, and then said softly with half-opened eyes: "Well... I don't know, it's all your fault..."

"Why are you blaming me again?" Fang Yueheng smiled wryly, shook his head helplessly, then stretched out his hand to cover him with the quilt, then followed the doctor to grab some medicine, and told Lao Li to fry it.

Gu Qingming stayed on the bed for the past few days. It was frosty and dewy outside, and he was nestled under the quilt. When Fang Yueheng was free from work, he went to the room to see him, said a few words to him, and then hurried back to the study to continue.

The maids in the mansion sighed when they saw it, the young master really hasn't cared so much for a long time.

It's almost spring, and tonight it suddenly snowed outside the door. Fang Yueheng heard the sound of the wind blowing through the window paper, and then woke up from his memories.

He sighed slightly, the three years with Qingming passed so quickly that he couldn't even catch a little time. In fact, he really missed those words in Xuzhou where he hugged him and said over and over again, " I like you" day.

Fang Yueheng's eyelids moved slightly, as if something slipped past his eyes quietly, he gathered his robe, and quietly looked at the wooden box on the bed.

Whenever he hugged Gu Qingming tightly and whispered some sweet words in his ear, Gu Qingming would reach out to hug him back, his fair complexion shone in the moonlight, and his lips and teeth moved lightly——

"Yue Heng, I like you too."

Fang Yueheng rubbed his eyes, took off his outer shirt, and prepared to go to bed and sleep.

In fact, how much he wished that Gu Qingming would come back, even if he hugged himself and cried out the grievances in his heart, and told him all the hardships and sufferings he experienced in those few days, he would definitely still love him as much as before, even better than before.

The only thing Gu Qingming did wrong was that he didn't tell Fang Yueheng in advance that he was the swallow that he picked up.

It snowed last night, and there are some crystal snowflakes on the branches today.However, the room is very warm and the charcoal fire is well filled. Lao Li is twisting the towel. For some reason, the young master was fine last night, but he started to feel hot when he woke up early in the morning. He carefully poured the water in the basin again. After changing it once, it was brought from the table to the bedside.

"Master, you should pay more attention today." Lao Li put a towel on his forehead and said softly.

The person on the bed yelled vaguely, "Qingming..."

Lao Li's heart was sour, he sighed and said: "Young master, Mr. Gu hasn't come back yet, it will be soon, soon."

"It's almost spring, why hasn't he come back..." Fang Yueheng murmured in a low voice, "It's all because of the snow, Qingming is afraid of being frozen, so he doesn't want to come back..."

"No, young master, don't worry, it will be soon."

"Well, Lao Li, you go out, I'll sleep here alone for a while." Fang Yueheng turned over, and his fingers that were cold from the cold under the quilt were still holding the wooden box.

There are not many people in the mansion, Fang Yueheng also likes to be quiet, besides, he is not born with any serious illness, he will be fine after lying down for a day.

The spring breeze outside the house was cold, a figure in pure white clothes suddenly swayed in front of the door, he walked around the old tree quietly, a gust of cold air rushed towards his face, subconsciously covered his chest, stopped the beating heart inside, and then prepared Continue to walk in.

When we arrived at the corner, we could just see the house under the century-old tree. The tree had been covered with a thin layer, and the branches were crumbling. Gu Qingming hid here, just wanting to see Fang Yueheng.

When he heard that Fang Yueheng was ill, he was extremely anxious.

Gu Qingming raised his eyes, dark green eyes glowing with water, now he is just a ray of soul, no one can see, when he was still in Fangfu a few months ago, he often sneaked into the house at night to see Fang Yueheng.

Seeing the man holding the sandalwood box in his hand, frowning and unable to sleep soundly, his heart seemed to be pulled together.

But there were also a few times when he narrowly escaped being spotted.

He really wanted Fang Yueheng too much, but now he is just a ray of soul, and can only maintain a little bit of spiritual power to appear in front of him at night, while during the day he can only hide in the dark to gather spiritual power, and wait until hundreds of years later Transformed into a swallow body again.

Gu Qingming knew that this was very painful.But he had no choice. If he wanted to return to Fang Yueheng, he had to go through such a cycle.

But today, he heard Lao Li chatting with the maid, saying that the young master was ill, and the illness was not serious, so he couldn't wait any longer, he wanted to go and see the man, at least... to know how he was doing .

In the cold wind, Gu Qingming came to the door with trembling steps, and he could pass through the door without pushing it.

Because of re-cultivating the Yan body, Gu Qingming's complexion was paler than before, and even Fang Yueheng's body, which Fang Yueheng had managed to take care of before, was tortured to the point of disfigurement.

It doesn't matter, everything can be done again, but he can do it all over again, what about Fang Yueheng?

Fang Yueheng is just a mortal body, but he is a hundred years old. After 100 years, Fang Yueheng will be too old, but he will still look like a young man. He has never thought about it.

But he doesn't care, he can also pretend to be an old man, and accompany Fang Yueheng to spend his old age in peace. After he dies and is buried, he will turn back into a swallow again, waiting for Fang Yueheng to reincarnate, and then continue his relationship with him.

But all of this had to wait until he could regain his spiritual breath.

Gu Qingming sighed slightly and passed through the wall.The furnishings in the house were as usual, with a landscape painting hanging on the wall, a kind of tea that Gu Qingming once loved most was placed on the table, even the person who was lying on the bed was Gu Qingming's favorite person.

He walked slowly step by step.

Even his shallow breathing became rapid.

Almost met, almost met his Yue Heng.Gu Qingming resisted the urge to cry, he wanted to throw himself into Fang Yueheng's arms and cry, telling him how much he missed him, how much he had been wronged in those days, and that he would never go back to Fang Yueheng's mansion again. I just want to stay in Xuzhou, and stay here with Fang Yueheng for the rest of my life.

The person on the bed was sleeping soundly with eyes closed, his cheeks were slightly red, which should be caused by fever.

Gu Qingming looked down at his brows and eyes, they were still so familiar, the pair of knuckle fingers that once hugged him were crossed on his chest, looking very quiet.

Gu Qingming slowly squatted beside him, and sat down against the bed.

In the silent room, there was only the sound of breathing up and down, and there was no other sound.