not demon

【44】

"Because I've seen him." Ye Chen touched the tip of his nose, "That's probably the evaluation."

"Since when have you become interested in people?" Gu Qingming asked, "Didn't you say that you hate being with humans the most?"

"That little thing is quite interesting, and I quite like it." Ye Chen said, without any intention of shy away from it, "It's just timid."

"What about him, does he like you?" Gu Qingming said pointedly.

"He should be afraid of me. Anyway, he didn't even dare to look at me that night." Yechen said doubtfully, "I always feel like I'm about to cry from fright. Do I look so scary?"

Gu Qingming already had a vague idea in his heart, he patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, and said seriously: "You...don't go out to scare people, if you can't control your spiritual power, show your real body to others , then he might be really frightened.”

"Come on, I'm going to look for him tonight." Yechen straightened his sleeves, "You and that old man Qinghe are so boring, no one can accompany me, so it's not as interesting as that little thing. "

"Then when you go, can you tell me how Yueheng is doing recently? If he wants to come, when will you tell me?" Gu Qingming heard that he was going tonight Fang Fu immediately grabbed Yechen's long, fair fingers and said.

"Yes, but if I help you with such a thing, you have to do me something, right?" Yechen's smiling face made Gu Qingming shiver inexplicably.

"What...what are you doing?" Gu Qingming took a step back.

"Hey, don't think about it too much. I want Fang Yueheng to let out his pupils to play with me more in the future. Where are you thinking?" Ye Chen gave him a very "disgusting" look, "You are so weak Your body and face are pale. If it weren't for your good looks, I really don't know why Fang Yueheng likes you."

"You..." Gu Qingming blushed immediately, and made a gesture to hit him, but Yechen rushed behind him and continued, "Don't, don't, don't be angry, little Yanzi, I'll help you to ask now, Come back tonight and tell you."

"Let's go." Gu Qingming snorted coldly.

"Let's talk at night." Yechen transformed into his real body as he spoke, and flew towards the top of the tree with his dark wings.

Looking at Ye Chen's back, Gu Qingming suddenly felt that he was not much different from Ye Chen.

Even though they are all flying objects in the sky, Yechen can only be despised by humans and regarded as an unlucky bird.

But he can build nests from house to house, and even get a compliment of "bringing blessings".

Gu Qingming sighed. He actually felt that everything in this world was the same, and there was no distinction between high and low. Yechen actually had a kind heart. He hoped to change these concepts so that Yechen could have his own home. .

The lights did not stop, illuminating the ground. Fang Yueheng was wearing a thin shirt, sitting at the desk, writing a letter with a brush.

In the past few months, his communication with Gu Qingming can only be on this thin letter paper, and many thoughts can only be sent with Yechen's help. He can feel Gu Qingming's affection for getting his letter. What a joy that moment was.

So he wrote several pieces of paper every time, telling him what happened at home recently, a few servants were helping the maids put paper kites in the yard, but the paper kites were hanging on the tree, and they couldn’t be taken down in the end. Something ugly happened.

Fang Yueheng followed them around, because he always felt that without Gu Qingming these days, the mansion would not be as lively as before.

So he didn't care, and occasionally he could accompany them to fool around.But in the dead of night, he just stayed in the room alone, sleeping with Gu Qingming's clothes or things in his arms, and the next morning he acted like nothing happened, repeating what happened yesterday.

"Qingming, the Qingming Festival is coming soon, I will bring your favorite rose cake and sweet-scented osmanthus cake to see you, okay?"

Fang Yueheng said these words with a gentle expression, and at the same time folded the letter that had already been written, put it in the envelope, and waited for Ye Chen to pick it up.

Yechen usually came very late, took the letter and left without even saying hello to Fang Yueheng.

This has become a matter of tacit agreement between the two of them.In the evening Fang Yueheng finished writing the letter, put it on the desk and pressed it with an inkstone, and Yechen came to get it at night.

When Fang Yueheng got up the next morning, he saw that the letter was not there, so he knew that it was taken away by Yechen and had been brought to Gu Qingming.

But tonight, Ye Chen came a little early.

The door was pushed open with a "hula", and then a breeze swept in. Fang Yueheng looked up and saw Yechen standing at the door, holding a black lunch box he had never seen before, and changed the pure white clothes in the morning into black ones. Long robes, hair hanging down the back, no smile on his face. "Master Fang, have you finished writing?"

"It's finished." Fang Yueheng nodded, stood up and took a cup of hot tea, and said in a calm tone, "Excuse me, please sit down and have a cup of tea."

"Farewell, I have something else to do." Yechen strode in, put the lunch box on the table, and said to Fang Yueheng, "I asked that old man Qinghe, and he said that you can go on Ching Ming Festival, but You can't take Gu Qingming away, you can only go to Luoxue Mountain to find him."

"Really." Fang Yueheng stretched his eyebrows, he couldn't hold back his excitement, he had lost the calmness he had just faced Yechen, "Daoist Qinghe really asked me to see him? "

"Can I still lie to you?" Yechen raised his eyebrows, "Trust me and take it away. Just wait for me at the foot of Luoxue Mountain on Tomb-sweeping Day, and I will take you in."

"Yeah." Fang Yueheng nodded, "Does Qingming miss me very much?"

"You'd better tell him these crooked words, my ears hurt." Yechen picked up the food box on the table, put the letter carefully into his sleeve, and said with a smile: "By the way, young master, I suggest you think about your wording, how to explain to Gu Qingming that there is an extra young master in your house."

"What do you mean?" Fang Yueheng looked at Ye Chen's appearance and knew what good he had done, "Stop talking nonsense to Qingming."

"I'm not talking nonsense, isn't it just that there is an extra young master in your mansion, he looks fair and clean, and he is very timid..."

"Qingming won't listen to your nonsense." Fang Yueheng looked at Ye Chen's schadenfreude, "He trusts me."

"Just believe it, I'm leaving anyway." Yechen didn't care too much, "By the way, I found that little guy in your mansion was stealing food in the kitchen at night. Did you not feed him?"

"Double pupils?" Fang Yueheng frowned, "I haven't seen him much, I've been busy these days, but if it's a matter of eating, it's Lao Li who is making arrangements."

"Your servants are not listening to you." Ye Chen glanced at him, "Let's go, see you in a few days."

After all, Ye Chen took the food box and went out from the door that was never closed.

Fang Yueheng looked at him, and couldn't help feeling a little puzzled in his heart.

When did this crow start caring so much about others?

The night is getting cold, a thin moon hangs in the sky, and the eyes are cautiously sneaking into the kitchen, ready to find something to eat.

He didn't eat tonight because he didn't like to eat with everyone.One is unfamiliarity, and the other is that he is afraid of being bullied.So he lied that he was not too hungry, and went back to his room to rest early.

Unexpectedly, before nightfall, he would be so hungry that he had no choice but to go to the kitchen alone with his rice bowl, ready to eat some leftovers.

There was gruel left in the cauldron, some fish soup and so on. After looking around for a while with his eyes, he quietly opened the cauldron, intending to scoop something out to eat.

Even the leftovers smell good to a person like Shuangtong who has been hungry for a long time. He hurriedly wanted to bring out the fish soup, but a voice suddenly came from the kitchen door, "Hey, little thing, what are you doing."

When Shuang Tong heard this sound, his hands trembled in fright, and immediately the whole bowl of fish soup was spilled on the ground and flowed all over the floor.The porcelain bowl was broken, and he even accidentally spilled the residual juice on his new shoes.

"Ah..." Although the pupils were not burned, there was still a burning sensation. He tried not to let himself make a sound, and quickly looked up at the door, only to find that it was the monster he met that day.

"Ye, Yechen..." Shuangtong was startled, and quickly hid the bowl behind him. He was afraid that if Yechen said it, he would become a thief stealing food?

"What are you hiding? I've seen it all." Yechen took a step forward and said, "I saw you stealing food here when I came just now, but I didn't expect you to come here again, and you haven't even lifted the lid of the pot. Why, are you engaged in an ideological struggle, should you eat or not?"

"You...why are you here again." Shuangtong looked very timid, and he murmured, "I'm just a little hungry."

"I didn't come because I didn't wait for you at the original place." Ye Chen glanced coldly, and he put the food box on the stove with a "bang", "I don't think you are timid, is it true?" Are you not afraid of death?"

"I... I forgot." Shuangtong said guiltily.

"I don't think you have forgotten, you are not afraid of me enough." Ye Chen didn't know what was wrong with him, anyway, seeing that Shuangtong didn't care about his own affairs at all, he was inexplicably annoyed, and wanted this person to take his own Take things to heart.

"I'm afraid of you." Shuangtong blurted out, but took a step back timidly, and added, "I'm afraid of you..."

Seeing his appearance, Yechen felt that the irritability just now was not so much. He just looked at the broken dishes on the ground, changed the subject and said, "You haven't eaten yet."

"Yeah." Shuangtong replied honestly.

"Are you hungry?" Ye Chen asked.

"Hungry." Shuangtong nodded.

Yechen coughed, picked up the food box on the stove and handed it to him, "Here's for you, eat quickly."

A fierce look.

Shuangtong was a little puzzled, but he didn't dare to answer it, so he just asked, "Is this for me?"