not demon

【XVIII】

"Yue Heng..." Gu Qingming slowly climbed onto the bed with his fingers, his voice soft and gentle.

The person on the bed didn't answer, and still turned his back to Gu Qingming.

Gu Qingming became bolder again, he really missed this person so much, even when he fell asleep, he wanted to come over and sleep with him, after a rustling sound, Gu Qingming climbed up On the bed, looking at Fang Yueheng who was sideways.

The familiar facial features and refreshing smell all came from his favorite Fang Yueheng. Gu Qingming trembling fingers slightly, slowly put his hand on that person's shoulder.

He was almost obsessed with watching, and he didn't even notice Fang Yueheng's slightly opened eyelashes. He just used his slender fingers to trace the man's eyebrows over and over again. Anyone who reads Gu Qingming's mind at this moment will know clearly. He was reluctant to leave Fang Yueheng, he wanted to stay with that person for a while longer.

Suddenly, a strong hand tightly grasped himself, so frightened that Gu Qingming exclaimed and almost fell off the bed.

Fang Yueheng grabbed his fingers and looked down at him, probably because of the fever, his face was flushed red, and his forehead was even covered with fine beads of sweat.There was inconceivable and extreme joy in the eyes, and a pair of black eyes shone with golden light.

"Qingming..." Fang Yueheng tried to call out.

Gu Qingming lowered his head to avoid Fang Yueheng's eyes, bit his lips tightly and wanted to break free from his restraints, but Fang Yueheng didn't give him this chance, but pulled him tightly into his arms, and whispered in his ear with a voice that was about to go crazy. Said: "Qingming! Is it really you, I am not dreaming, you really..."

"Yueheng..." Gu Qingming was so strangled by him that he couldn't breathe. He wanted to pat Fang Yueheng to signal him to let him go first, but he suddenly felt wetness on the thin clothes on his shoulders——

"Qingming, I've got a fever, right? Are you really back?" Fang Yueheng hugged him tightly and buried his head in his neck. The first time he saw this person, he couldn't help falling down. Tears.

"I..." Gu Qingming's eyes were also moist. The moment he was surrounded by this person, he felt the feeling of home that he hadn't seen for a long time. How long had he not experienced the days when he was held in his arms?

The longing for breaking the dike finally couldn't bear it, and completely overwhelmed his reason. Gu Qingming's emotions exploded in Fang Yueheng's arms. He was just secretly wiping tears.

But the tears at the back were like beads with a broken thread, and they couldn't stop flowing. It wasn't until Fang Yueheng felt that the person in his arms was crying out of breath, that he finally held up his face and said, "Qingming... it's been almost half a year. time, I think you are going crazy, you know, I can't sleep well every day, I just miss you, I keep thinking about you, thinking about when you can come back to me... "

Fang Yueheng patted Gu Qingming's back to calm him down, while repeating his thoughts.

"Yue Heng, I didn't kill your mother, I didn't do anything, really..." Gu Qingming cried until the end before saying such a sentence.

Fang Yueheng was stunned when he heard that, then immediately kissed Gu Qingming's eyelashes, and comforted him in a low voice: "I know, I know, I never doubted you, I swear, Qingming."

"That Daoist Yechen, he was the one who killed your mother, not me, Yue Heng, you believe me..." Gu Qingming was still crying endlessly.

Fang Yueheng had no choice but to comfort him over and over again, even if the old scar of his mother's death was brought up, he had to remain calm and maintain an unhurt expression.

Because he has already lost one of the most important people, and the one he holds in his arms now must not be lost again.

"Yue Heng, I was so cold those days, my face turned pale from the cold, I kept calling your name, but you didn't come to pick me up..."

"It's my fault, I'm sorry." Fang Yueheng continued to hug him tightly, gently rubbing his cheek against his hair, just like before, whenever Gu Qingming was angry or wronged, Fang Yueheng would give him a feeling of being protected like this .

"But Qingming." Fang Yueheng stroked the man's hair, put his hands on his waist, and asked, "Why didn't you tell me that you were a swallow?"

"Even if I know you are not human, it doesn't matter." Fang Yueheng raised his face and looked into his dark eyes, "I only like you, whether you are human, demon, or fairy, you are the only one who likes you." It is my Qingming."

"Uh..." Gu Qingming raised his foggy eyes, his voice was hoarse from crying, "But I'm afraid."

"What are you afraid of?" Fang Yueheng raised his hand and put down a layer of white gauze tent, took Gu Qingming into his arms and lay down, and asked again: "Are you afraid that I will harm you if I know you are not human?"

Gu Qingming quickly shook his head.

"Then what are you afraid of." Fang Yueheng caressed his cheek, "Tell me, okay?"

"I'm afraid... I'm afraid you won't accept that I'm a swallow..." Gu Qingming lowered his head and said this sentence slowly, but he hurriedly continued: "Yue Heng, I'm a good swallow, I never use spiritual power Harmful, even if you have used spiritual power, it is only to protect you..."

Fang Yueheng suddenly realized that in the past three years with Gu Qingming, he has never had a single serious illness, and he has been promoted everywhere even in the officialdom. Who else could have done what the Lingyan in his family did?

"My Qingming." Fang Yueheng lifted Gu Qingming's chin, and kissed it tenderly like a dragonfly.

"Thank you……"

Thank you for coming back.

Gu Qingming's eyes were red from crying just now, but now that he's better, he hugged Fang Yueheng and said something close to himself.

After less than half a cup of tea, Fang Yueheng suddenly felt that the body in his arms was getting lighter and lighter, and even when he spoke, the person in his arms only occasionally answered.

"Qingming, Qingming?" Fang Yueheng patted his face anxiously, trying to wake him up, but Gu Qingming just opened his eyes slightly, and said with a slight smile: "Yueheng, my spiritual breath is not enough..."

"What spiritual breath, Qingming..." Fang Yueheng was stunned suddenly, watching Gu Qingming gradually become translucent——

"Yue Heng, I just went to rest, wait for me..." Gu Qingming whispered in his ear.

"What..." Fang Yueheng raised his head, grabbed his fingers and said in a low voice: "What told you to go to rest, you... where are you going?"

"I..." Before the last sentence was finished, Gu Qingming's body became completely transparent, and a wisp of soul scattered in the air in an instant.

"Qingming!" Fang Yueheng stretched out his hand to grab it, but he didn't catch anything, leaving only the warm moisture on his shoulders and chest. He froze for a while, picked up the wooden box from the pillow and opened it. It was empty inside.

Enthusiasm filled the room, but Fang Yueheng only felt cold all over his body. Holding the wooden box in his arms, he thought that he was burnt out to see Gu Qingming's person.

Could it be that everything just now was that ridiculous illusion?

Fang Yueheng hugged the wooden box, and in an instant, a turbid tear fell on the sandalwood, dizzying a piece of crystal water.

He got up and got out of bed, walked forward with bare feet, opened the door, and the sun was already shining outside the door. It was obvious that everything was just at the right temperature, but Fang Yueheng suddenly burst into tears.

Qingming, it wasn't a dream just now, it was you, right?

In a trance, Fang Yueheng saw a black feather falling on the ground through his fingers. It was quietly placed there, so pure in color, he picked it up almost ecstatically, and then rushed to the door, facing the feather. Air shouted: "Qingming! I'll wait for you to go home!"

When you come home, we will be together forever.

Nearly half a month later, since Gu Qingming appeared that day, there has been no more sound, and Fang Yueheng has returned to his official career. He has been busy all night, only occasionally going home, and rushing to the government after explaining something.

In fact, there are also reasons. The person he likes is gone, so what's the point of him going home.

Fang Yueheng shook his head and smiled wryly. If Gu Qingming was here, he would be willing to go home ten times a day, not to mention going home once a day.

Spring returns to the earth, and everything has vitality.A group of migratory birds also moved back from the south, and a lot of peach blossoms bloomed in the courtyard.

Fang Yueheng occasionally stood in the courtyard and looked up at the sky. Once a flock of swallows flew by, he would be so nervous that his palms would sweat.

He often thought, if he waited for the next moment, a young man with delicate features would suddenly appear on the ground, running towards him with open arms, how happy it would be.

It's a pity that swallows come and go every month, and they don't stay in their homes for a moment.

Fang Yueheng was very confused. Could it be that there is not enough room in the house for Qingming to live in?

So he called Lao Li and a few servants to build bird nests for the swallows with his own hands, hoping that they could live here.

It’s just that a bird’s nest built by humans is not as good as a swallow’s own. Moreover, a species as noble as a swallow naturally disdains the food that comes. I would like to live in the bird's nest built by Fang Yueheng.

Fang Yueheng had no choice but to hope that Yanzi could build a bird's nest in his house, so that he could send Yansi people. Who knew that Yanzi didn't want to follow Fang Yueheng's wishes, so he chose to build a bird's nest next door to his house. I settled down in a bird's nest, and squeaked and screamed every day, awakening the comfort of spring, and tickling Fang Yueheng's heart all the time.

"Lao Li, is it going to work? Why hasn't Qingming come back yet?" Fang Yueheng looked at his groom who was still repairing the bird's nest on the eaves, and couldn't help but sighed and asked, "Is there something wrong with the method?"

"Master, what's the problem?" Lao Li didn't know why, so he stood on the wooden ladder and asked, "Didn't you want Mr. Gu to come back soon?"

"Yes, but I think Qingming was injured here, so he didn't dare to come here because of fear?"

"How could it be, young master, this is Mr. Gu's home." Lao Li smiled.

"Home..." Fang Yueheng looked up at the sky bewilderedly.

"Then why hasn't he come back yet?"