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"No, tell me..." Shuangtong hurriedly grabbed Fang Yueheng's sleeve, and refused to let go no matter what.Those eyes were full of anxiety and uneasiness.

"Do you have any other family members?" Fang Yueheng said.

Shuang Tong was slightly stunned when he heard this sentence, then bit his lip and shook his head and said: "No more..."

"Just you?" Fang Yueheng slowly pulled back his sleeves, thought for a while and said, "Lao Li, you can find a side room for him to live in first, and change him into clean clothes. .”

"Yes, young master." Old Li replied, just about to take the boy away, but his eyes refused to leave, and he opened his pale and bloodless lips and asked in a low voice: "You, what's your name..."

Fang Yueheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Fang Yueheng..."

"Well... I'll come to you in a while..." Shuangtong said cautiously, as if afraid of Fang Yueheng's rejection.

"What do you want from me?" Maybe it was because Gu Qingming had just left, so Fang Yueheng was a little irritable, but he couldn't get angry at a dirty young man, but his attitude was a bit bad.

"I actually want to find my elder brother. He is the only family member I have." Shuangtong sobbed for a while, then raised his fingers to wipe away his tears. His fingers were stained with dust, and now his face was a little dirty. Fang Yueheng Looking at it, he actually remembered Gu Qingming's appearance back then——

Going to his own mansion in such a disheveled manner, and then following him "sadly" and refusing to leave, and finally hugging him, kissing the corner of his mouth and saying "like"-everything, every thing, is Fang Yueheng sealed up in his heart. long memories.

"You pack it up first and then tell me." Fang Yueheng didn't think about it, just said this to him, and left.

He wanted to go to Gu Qingming's room to tidy up his things.

"Let's go, young master." Lao Li looked at Fang Yueheng's back with his eyes.

I couldn't help reminding him: "Master, he has a bad temper and is harsh to people. Don't take what you said just now to your heart. Just pretend you didn't hear it."

"Yeah." Shuangtong replied with such a mouth, but shook his head, "Actually, I think it's pretty good."

"I'll take you to the side room, let's go." Lao Li said, and led him into the side room.

Fang Yueheng lowered his hands and walked slowly to Gu Qingming's room. He took a deep breath, and the peach tree planted in front of the door gave off a faint fragrance.

He used to drink with Gu Qingming under such a peach tree before. At that time, Gu Qingming was too strong to drink, and after drinking half of it, he became very drunk.

Fang Yueheng drank a lot in officialdom, so naturally he wouldn't get drunk just because of Gu Qingming's mere few drinks, that is, fooling around with Gu Qingming.

He remembered that when Gu Qingming was drunk at that time, he always liked to lean on him, pull his clothes, rub his cheeks against his neck, and then wrap his hands around him, saying some unclear words.

Fang Yueheng always patted him on the shoulder helplessly, and said to him: "Look at you, you can't drink enough and you always hold on. You must be drunk."

"Who said I can't drink, try it..." Gu Qingming felt the smell of wine lingering on the tip of his nose, making him a little dazed, so he stretched out his slender and fair fingers to grab Fang Yueheng's hair, looked at him with a silly smile, and said : "Yue Heng, you look really good-looking."

"Sweet your mouth." Fang Yueheng kissed him, "If you call me something nice, I'll take you back to the room."

"Sounds good..." Gu Qingming looked at him with half-opened blurred eyes, and breathed out the smell of alcohol from his thin lips, "That's... called Yue Heng..."

"Change to another one." Fang Yueheng sat him on his lap, sniffing the faint fragrance from his neck, and kindly reminded him, "Think about it, I like what your name is..."

Lying in Fang Yueheng's arms, Gu Qingming was thinking in a daze. He didn't remember what specific address he had for Fang Yueheng. He only remembered calling him Young Master Fang before, and then he became Yueheng... Could it be at Fang Yueheng's parents' house?

What did I call him at that time?

"Can't you remember?" Fang Yueheng sighed quietly, and hugged him a little tighter.

Reaching out to touch his pouring black hair, he said, "If I remind you, it's not as simple as taking you back to your room..."

"Hmm..." Gu Qingming felt the alcohol on him, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and pressed against Fang Yueheng's earlobe, and said softly, "I, I remembered..."

"What do you remember?" Fang Yueheng teased.

"I remembered what I should call you." Gu Qingming said redly.

"Call it then." Fang Yueheng picked up the wine glass on the table, took a sip and said.

"Hmm... Mr. Xianggong." Gu Qingming blushed and said inarticulately.

"You're so good." Fang Yueheng rubbed him hard before getting up and carrying him into the room.

When Gu Qingming was good, it made Fang Yueheng want to hold him in his arms, and never let go, hugging him even when eating and sleeping, like the most precious thing in the world.

But when Gu Qingming was not good, Fang Yueheng would show his face at that time. If Gu Qingming acted coquettishly, he might just say a few words about him, but if Gu Qingming was still disobedient, then Fang Yueheng might be really angry.

Of course, after so many years, Fang Yueheng has never really been angry with Gu Qingming.

Thinking of this, Fang Yueheng couldn't help but smile slightly, walked into the room and closed the door gently.

He felt that Gu Qingming's warm breath was still in the room, Fang Yueheng sighed softly, sat on the bed, and then lay down hugging the quilt, he missed Gu Qingming a little.

I miss the days when that person was messing around with me.

Fang Yueheng slowly closed his eyes, he didn't need to go out today, he just wanted to hug Gu Qingming's quilt first and have a good sleep.

The sky gradually darkened, and the rays of light in the distance were like fiery red clouds. The breeze gently brushed across the water, and the lotus flowers inside swayed. Lao Li had ordered the kitchen to prepare the meal, and now he was going to ask Fang Yueheng to come out to eat.

"Master?" Old Li knocked lightly on the door. "time to eat……"

Fang Yueheng had already fallen into a deep sleep. When he heard the sound outside the door, he just frowned and didn't intend to get up. Old Li outside the door couldn't wait for his young master to come out for a long time, so he had the courage to open the door and go in——

"Master, it's time to eat."

When Fang Yueheng heard it was Lao Li's voice, he just raised his eyelids slightly, then slowly lifted the quilt and went out, rubbed his eyebrows and said, "Let them eat first."

"Understood, young master." Old Li looked at Fang Yueheng's tired face, knowing that he was thinking about Gu Qingming again, so he said, "Don't worry, young master, Mr. Gu will definitely be back soon."

"I know." Fang Yueheng walked out of the door and closed the door gently, "I'll just wait for him here."

"Yes, young master, Mr. Gu misses you so much, he will definitely come back soon, don't worry." There was a thick towel on Lao Li's shoulder, and he would use it to wipe off his sweat occasionally.

"By the way, young master, that boy with two pupils seems to be a little bit hungry."

Lao Li thought of the young master who came to Fangfu today.There was a look of worry in his eyes, "He seems to be in poor health, he vomited up after eating."

"Huh? What's wrong with him?" Fang Yueheng frowned, "I can't eat anymore, have you seen him with a doctor?"

"Not yet. Because the young master has not spoken, so I dare not..."

"Illness can't be delayed." Fang Yueheng said in a calm voice: "I think he is so thin, he should be malnourished, you can go to a doctor to check his pulse, at least his brother had an accident in my house, no matter what I can't Sit and watch."

"Yes, Master." Lao Li said quickly, following Fang Yueheng closely, "But Master, that boy with two pupils seems to want to find you, and he has been waiting for you in the room since the evening."

"Wait for me?" Fang Yueheng raised his eyebrows and asked strangely, "What is he waiting for me for?"

"I do not know either……"

"Go and have a look, there might be something..."

Just as Fang Yueheng was about to say something, suddenly a gust of wind blew up in front of his eyes, and then dust rolled up in front of his eyes, and a black figure stood in front of him. Fang Yueheng rubbed his eyes, opened them and looked at the person in front of him——

Yechen was holding a white paper fan, sitting at the foot of the corridor, smiling at Fang Yueheng's blindfolded eyes because of the dust he raised.

"Yechen?" Fang Yueheng was a little surprised, "Why are you here?"

"Little Swallow said he couldn't worry about you, so he asked me to come back and take a look." Ye Chen put away the paper fan, propped his chin and whistled, he looked no different from a peddler on the street, what a shame He is a proud crow, "See if you have eaten well. He said he felt you had a fever before he left. Let me come back and have a look."

Ye Chen took a step forward, "How are you, are you not dead?"

"Thanks to you, it's okay." Fang Yueheng also became interested, and talked to him lightly, after thinking about it, he asked, "Is Qingming okay there?"

"Gu Qingming just arrived, and Daoist Qinghe took him away. I didn't even see him." Ye Chen wiped the fruit he found with his sleeve and ate it straight away.

"Did Taoist Master Qinghe say how long it will take for Qingming to come back?" Fang Yueheng was a little anxious when he heard this, and asked a step forward.

"It may take a while, I don't know." Ye Chen shrugged, "Oh, by the way, Little Swallow said that this thing will be given to you."

After finishing speaking, Yechen took out a small silver bell from his bosom, and made a clear and sweet voice, "He said that this must be in your hands."

Fang Yueheng took a closer look, it was the bell he bought for Gu Qingming during the Chinese New Year, and now he took it off his wrist and handed it to him, the meaning of it was self-evident.Fang Yueheng took his breath steadily.