not demon

【nineteen】

In the blink of an eye, it was March, and Fang Yueheng hadn't been back to the mansion for a long time because of business, and Lao Li had been helping to take care of the important affairs of the mansion.

"Master Fang, don't you have to pay attention to rest?" asked the young man who was standing by.

"It's already so late, you still haven't slept."

"No need, I'll read it later." Fang Yueheng looked down at the scroll. It was already night, and he had to rush to deal with some things tomorrow, so he really had no free time.

"Then do you need anything else?" the boy asked.

"Go and pour me a cup of tea." Fang Yueheng ordered.

"Yes." The servant went out with a low eyebrow. It has been raining in spring for the past few days, which made him really tired. Fang Yueheng was busy with work and hadn't slept soundly for several nights.

Suddenly, there was the sound of objects colliding outside the door. Fang Yueheng wanted to ignore it, but the sound gradually became louder, and there seemed to be a silhouette of a person on the window paper.

Fang Yueheng was puzzled, put down the scroll, and went out with a red lantern to have a look. Just as he opened the door, a white figure suddenly ran into his arms.Fang Yueheng was startled, and the paper lantern in his hand rolled down, and it stopped after turning twice on the ground.

"Qingming?" Fang Yueheng said happily, "You... When did you come back?"

"I miss you." Gu Qingming hugged Fang Yueheng's waist and said softly: "Spring is here, and the swallows are back, so my spiritual breath has become thicker, and I can maintain a longer human shape."

Fang Yueheng held his face in his hands, "What does this mean, you will go again, right?"

Gu Qingming was silent for a while, before he let out a barely audible "hmm".

As if time stood still, Fang Yueheng kissed Gu Qingming's forehead and said gently, "It's okay, I will wait for you, as long as I want."

"Yue Heng, I can only stay for one night." Gu Qingming hugged him and said sadly, "Tomorrow I will leave again, maybe...maybe we won't see each other for several months."

"Then I will let all the swallows live in this mansion, can you stay for a while?"

When Fang Yueheng heard that he and Gu Qingming would not see each other for several months, he couldn't help but ask anxiously as his thoughts were overwhelmed.

"Let Yanqun live in our house?" After hearing this, Gu Qingming immediately flew away the sadness just now, and said amusedly: "How can Yanqun listen to you like that, they all live wherever they want No, this is about fate."

"I asked Lao Li to put swallows' nests in front and back of the mansion, but none of the swallows came back to live, even you..." Fang Yueheng rubbed Gu Qingming's pouring hair, slowly twisted his fingers, and said slowly: "Even you, the little swallow, don't come home to live."

"I..." Gu Qingming lowered his head and twisted his cuffs with his hands, "Yue Heng, I can only stay for one night, this night is still hard for me..."

"I know." Fang Yueheng hugged him by the waist, kissed the corner of his mouth, and said apologetically, "I didn't mean to blame you, but I just blamed myself. I have too little time to stay by your side."

"Yue Heng..." Gu Qingming shook his head, "If you can still trust me, I really have nothing else to ask for."

"If I don't believe you, who else should I believe?" Gu Qingming put him on the bed, stroked his face and said, "You are my baby Qingming."

"Then, then I lied to you before, aren't you angry..."

"You lied to me." Fang Yueheng held Gu Qingming's thin clothes with a smile on his lips, "I'm stupid, I can't find out that Qingming is actually a Lingyan, you should be angry."

Hearing this, Gu Qingming felt sour in his heart, his eyes were moist, and he called Fang Yueheng's name.

"I'm here." Fang Yueheng took his hand, kissed his fingertips inch by inch to his cold wrist, and then raised his head and said, "Qingming, I have nothing else to ask for in this life."

"As long as you stay by my side, I don't want anything else."

Hearing these words, Gu Qingming's eyes suddenly got wet. He hugged Fang Yueheng's neck, "Yueheng, let me tell you everything about the past, okay?"

"Okay, tell me secretly under the quilt." Fang Yueheng scratched the tip of Gu Qingming's nose that was chilled from the cold because of standing outside for a long time, "Good boy, Qingming, lie down under the quilt, I'll go first Bring a basin of water to wipe your face."

"Do you want to go out?" The moment Fang Yueheng got up, Gu Qingming hurriedly grabbed his loose sleeves, "I don't want you to go out."

"I'll get you a basin of water to wipe your face, look at your gray face, where have you been playing?" Fang Yueheng lowered his head and smiled.

"Then I'll go with you." Gu Qingming made a gesture to get out of bed, but was pushed back onto the soft bed by Fang Yueheng.

"No, I want you to lie here, I'll be right back." Fang Yueheng looked at the thin clothes on his body, and couldn't help saying: "Even in spring, you are wearing too thin clothes, and it's still so cold at night. What should I do if I have a cold?"

"It really makes me feel unstoppable."

"Okay..." Gu Qingming had no choice but to lie back on the quilt obediently, and suddenly saw a sandalwood box beside him.

"In there..." A trace of forbearance flashed in Fang Yueheng's eyes, he lowered his head and kissed the corner of Gu Qingming's eyes, "Come back and tell you."

The sky was completely dark, the sky was gloomy, and it seemed that there would be another light rain tomorrow. The servant had already made hot tea, and when he was about to enter the room, Fang Yueheng just knocked open the door.

"Master Fang, here comes the tea." The servant was just about to enter the room with the tea, when Fang Yueheng blocked the door.

"Give me the tea, you don't need to go in." Fang Yueheng ordered.

"Okay." The boy said respectfully.

"Okay, go down and rest, don't call anyone tomorrow morning." Fang Yueheng waved his sleeves to drive away the boy, and then ran to the next room to fetch a basin of steaming water and entered the door.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard a tumbling on the bed. Fang Yueheng couldn't help but chuckled before saying, "Qingming, I'm back."

"Yueheng, I feel like I'm getting hot, can you come here and hug me?" Gu Qingming murmured.

"Fever?" Fang Yueheng was startled, and hurriedly got up to look over, only to see that Gu Qingming covered his head under the quilt and couldn't get out. Fang Yueheng was wondering, and just about to lift the quilt, Gu Qingming suddenly threw himself into his arms, biting Listening to his ear, he said, "I lied to you."

"How dare you lie to me." Fang Yueheng flicked his forehead, but still put his hand on it uneasy, "I'll try it and see if I really have a fever."

"No fever, really." Gu Qingming hugged him.

"I tried it and it didn't seem to work. Don't do this next time, I'll be worried." Fang Yueheng squeezed his ear and said, "You don't come back until a few months, I know how impatient you are when you're sick .”

"Um……"

"Let me wash your face." Fang Yueheng brought over the basin of clear water next to him, dipped the towel lightly, put it in the palm of his hand, and said warmly, "It's not hot, come here."

Gu Qingming leaned over obediently.

Fang Yueheng raised his fingers and brushed the hair on his forehead first, but saw a small scar on the eyebrow, and asked involuntarily, "What's wrong?"

"No... I accidentally bumped into it." Gu Qingming replied with a guilty conscience, "It's okay, it's almost ready."

"Be more careful next time." Fang Yueheng didn't think too much, but saw that the scar was almost healed, so he gently scrubbed it with clean water.

"Um……"

"Why is there so much dirt on my face, where did I go to play?"

"In the woods, in the swallow's nest, in the cave, I choose places where it is easy to gather spiritual energy..." Gu Qingming rubbed Fang Yueheng's fingers lightly while feeling the heat from the towel.

"Don't make trouble." Fang Yueheng dipped the towel in water again, thought for a while and asked again: "Then can't you come to the house to gather spiritual energy?"

"It's definitely not possible at home." Gu Qingming put his white fingers on the edge of the bed, half-closed his eyes, and enjoyed Fang Yueheng's comfort, "One is that Yan Qun is not here, and the other is that there are too many people in the house. What if I suddenly become Swallow body, it will scare others."

"Then can I hide you?" Fang Yueheng lowered his eyebrows, he really wanted Gu Qingming to stay, "You stay in the room during the day, and I will come back to accompany you at night, okay? In that way..."

"Uh..." Gu Qingming caressed Yue Heng's fingers above, "There is not enough shade in the mansion, there are no flowers, and there are no flocks of swallows, and it is backed by the sun, so I can't stay here."

"Then why were you able to stay here before..."

"Because I gathered enough spiritual energy before, I can resist even winter, but that Taoist broke up my spiritual energy, and I can't transform into a human body at any time, so it's better to be careful."

"Then I will let Yanqun live here, plant flowers and trees in every part of the mansion, and then rebuild the gate of the mansion so that it faces the sun, so you can stay, right?" Fang Yueheng held his hand face asked eagerly.

"Yue Heng." Gu Qingming seemed to have overturned the bitter juice in his heart, and it spread from the bottom of his heart, "I...I can't do it."

"Why, why can't this work..." Fang Yueheng sighed heavily, and then said again: "I'm sorry, I was too impatient, I shouldn't have urged you like this..."

"It's nothing, Yue Heng, don't..." Gu Qingming quickly grabbed Fang Yueheng's palm and moved his body close to him, "It's my problem, I'm sorry..."

"Didn't you just ask about that wooden box?" Fang Yueheng pointed to the sandalwood box on the edge of the bed, and hugged Gu Qingming tightly in his arms, "It only contained the little bell I gave you."

"Before you...you were still inside..." Fang Yueheng didn't seem to know how to describe it, he just put his chin on the top of his head and stroked his back, "Then you disappeared, leaving only the bell. "

"When you were not around, I slept with that wooden box at night, pretending that you were still with me." Fang Yueheng thought of this, his arms were slightly stiff, "It's just that the wooden box is not as warm or beautiful as you, it's just a Cold things, I can't even say what I want to say to you."