not demon

【54】

Even though he thought so, Fang Yueheng still hesitated and walked over there.

The man was indeed sitting secretly under the tree. When Fang Yueheng went to look, he was about to ask him what was wrong, but he saw the man secretly wiping tears.

"Qingming, what's wrong with you?" Fang Yueheng squatted beside him and asked anxiously, "Why are you crying?"

"Yue Heng..." Gu Qingming hugged him, sobbed in his arms, soaking the clothes on his chest, "Do you not like me anymore, if you don't like me, you must tell me , don't make me wait so stupidly..."

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Fang Yueheng raised his cheeks, with disbelief in his eyes, "How could you say such words that you don't trust me? I only like you, but now you say I don't like you gone."

"Then tell me, who is that person behind you." Gu Qingming wiped his dirty face, although there was hesitation in his eyes, but the bottom of his eyes were still clear, and he said in a hoarse voice: "He ...does he like you?"

"You..." Fang Yueheng was slightly stunned. He didn't know how Gu Qingming thought of this, whether he wanted to say that this little thing was stupid or innocent, thousands of words came to his mouth, and finally Fang Yueheng said helplessly, " You fool."

Gu Qingming looked up in astonishment.

"Stupid, don't mind." Fang Yueheng smiled and rubbed his temples.

"You really don't want me anymore?" Gu Qingming thought that Fang Yueheng would hug him to comfort him, or even if he didn't comfort him, he would hold his hand and explain, but now he said "no matter".

Tears immediately filled Gu Qingming's eyes, he pushed Fang Yueheng away with trembling fingers, and kept saying, "Go, go, I don't want to see you anymore, you liar..."

But Fang Yueheng grabbed his fingers and kissed him tenderly on his lips, "You idiot, how could I not want you."

Gu Qingming was stunned, only to hear Fang Yueheng continue: "That man's name is Shuangtong, and his elder brother died in our mansion, that's why I took him in, have you forgotten?"

The memory reappeared in an instant, and Gu Qingming remembered that someone had indeed died in the Fang Mansion before. If he remembered correctly, Yechen killed that person in order to put blame on him.

"Uh……"

"And, Qingming." Fang Yueheng said slowly, "The little boy you mentioned, he likes Yechen, not me."

"what……"

"They are all with Ye Chen, you haven't found out yet." Yue Heng thought.

"It's Yechen he likes?" Gu Qingming quickly turned his head and looked back, only then did he see the timid eyes of Shuangtong.

He seemed to think that Yechen had told him about such a timid young man a few days ago.

Thinking about it now, the look in Yechen's eyes when he mentioned the double pupils seemed to have a little more liking.

He was too stupid to notice.

"Qingming, wait for me here, I'll come back to pick you up right away, okay?" Seeing that Gu Qingming hadn't answered, Fang Yueheng pinched his face and said.

"I'm sorry." Gu Qingming bowed his head and apologized, he realized that he had just said something excessive to Yue Heng.

"I'll take care of you when I come back." Seeing his honest apology, Fang Yueheng also walked down the steps and said, "Qingming, I know you're scared here alone, but please trust me too, I'll always only like you I don't like anyone alone, but I only like you."

"So no matter what happens in the future, don't let me go."

Fang Yueheng's words were very sincere, and Gu Qingming felt more and more guilty when he heard it.He could only slightly nod his head and say, "Hmm..."

It's not that he doesn't believe in Fang Yueheng, it's just that he doesn't believe in himself.

He sometimes wonders how such a nice person like Fang Yueheng would fall in love with him. Maybe he just looks better and has a more docile temperament, but in other respects he is really not as good as ordinary ladies.

But he was willing to give to him like this after school, so he really wanted to repay him with his heart, so that Fang Yueheng could also feel his passionate feelings.

But he was afraid that this feeling would eventually become a kind of bondage, like a huge net, trapping Fang Yueheng tightly in it, and he couldn't break free no matter what.

He didn't want that.

Fang Yueheng managed to appease Gu Qingming, and returned to Fang Mansion with Taoist Qinghe and Shuang Tong.

At this time, the sun in the sky had not yet completely set, and a dark red line was dyed on the skyline.

Fang Yueheng looked at the gate of the mansion, and just about to step in, Taoist Master Qinghe suddenly grabbed his sleeves tightly, and said in a deep voice: "Mr. Fang, don't go in yet."

"Don't go in?" Fang Yueheng frowned, he knew that if Taoist Master Qinghe felt something was wrong, it must be a major accident.

Seeing Taoist Qinghe frowning like this, Fang Yueheng took a step back calmly, stopped his pupils behind him, and whispered: "Don't go..."

"Mr. Fang, you seem to have a lot of evil spirit in your mansion." Daoist Qinghe looked up at the plaque on the door, then stroked his beard, and said, "Are you sure it's just a flower demon? "

"Uh..." Fang Yueheng turned his head to look at Shuangtong.

Shuangtong was a little flustered, he nodded quickly, and said: "Yes... yes, Ye Chen told me that he had already fought that flower demon, and he said that the other party's evil spirit is not very strong. "

"Mr. Fang, don't go in yet. I'll make a decision after I have checked the surrounding environment." Daoist Qinghe said solemnly.

"Okay, Daoist Qinghe." Fang Yueheng looked at the door of the house that was no different from usual, but there was a slight chill behind his back.

He didn't know what was wrong, when he saw this place, it was as if he had returned home, so Gu Qingming pulled his sleeve and told him to go out and stay in a hotel.

But Fang Yueheng was still very angry at the time, thinking that Gu Qingming was throwing a fit with him, but now that he thought about it, it was just a way for Gu Qingming to protect himself, but he ignored it at the time.

This has created such an irreversible situation.

In fact, Yechen can't be blamed entirely. The final parting between the two actually came from shallow trust and helplessness.

Suddenly, the door of Fang's mansion was blown open by a gust of wind, Taoist Master Qinghe thought something was wrong, and was about to swing the whisk to stop the gust of wind, when Fang Yueheng in front of him seemed to be dazed suddenly, standing there and moving No, his eyes were fixed on the front, empty and lifeless.

"Young master?" Shuangtong hurried forward, trying to support his young master, calling his name over and over again.

Fang Yueheng looked forward dully as if he couldn't hear at all, and Daoist Qinghe suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Fang Yueheng had fallen into the dreamland of that flower demon.

The mountains and forests are damp and cold, and the moon is just showing.Only at the end of the foliage was a brightly lit cabin.

The outside of the house was very clean, a neat row of wooden stools was placed under the wall, and there was a dry well in front of it.

Even if a stone is dropped, there is no echo, and the eaves are gradually shrouded in darkness, making the surroundings seem especially silent.

Candles were lit in the room, flickering, illuminating the floor.

"Don't turn off the lights." The person on Yueyabai's bed pulled the person who was about to get out of the bed to extinguish the candle, smiled slightly, and said in a weak voice: "Let me watch you."

"Qingming..." The man's voice was slightly hoarse, his body trembled a little, but he forced a smile, "Okay, listen to you."

Gu Qingming took his hand, leaned back on the man's arm, and said softly: "Yue Heng, how long will it take? I can't wait..."

"No." Fang Yueheng immediately hugged her tightly in his arms, as if holding a rare treasure, afraid that others would take it away, and seemed to be begging: "Qingming, stay with me for a while."

"What should I do..." Gu Qingming remained motionless in the man's arms, "I'm afraid I'm going back."

"Stay with me for a while..." Fang Yueheng still did not let go, resting his chin on the top of the man's head, closing his eyes, and tightly hugging the gradually stiff man, for fear that he would disappear again in an instant.

Gu Qingming raised his eyes, but his eyes were moist. He felt the bone-chilling cold all over his body, so he couldn't help but clutch the other person's clothes, put his forehead on his chest, and chattered a lot with him.

It seems that the new year is coming soon, Fang Yueheng should go home a few more times to see, his parents must be looking forward to his return.

He also said that the road was windy and snowy, so he must wear more winter clothes and bring the white cloak.

The most important thing is, remember to come back to see him after the next year. He wants the flower cake from Granny Li's on the street, the kind with jujube embedded in it, the sweetest and the best.

Fang Yueheng agreed one by one, stretched out his hand to stroke his hair, and waited until the breath of the person in his arms became weaker and weaker, and the voice of his speech gradually disappeared, then he looked down at the person——

His eyes closed slowly, but his white fingers were still tightly gripping the clothes on his chest.

Fang Yueheng didn't move, and watched that delicate face age instantly, his withered fingers slowly slipped to the bed, and even the flesh and blood turned into a pile of dust.

There was silence all around.

In an instant, only a pile of terrifying bones remained in Fang Yueheng's arms.

He closed his eyes again, stretched out his hand to hold the pile of dry bones tightly in his arms, raised his head and rubbed against the man's skull, and murmured: "Qingming, you said you would come to accompany me tomorrow night. Otherwise, I will Bumped to death in front of your mourning hall."

"Go down to the underworld to accompany you."

On the second night, Gu Qingming really came, but he looked very tired. He fell into Fang Yueheng's arms, his face turned slightly pale.

Fang Yueheng hugged him and kissed his forehead, and asked: "Qingming, you are finally here, I thought you tonight..."

"You have to keep your word..." Gu Qingming said weakly.Fang Yueheng felt dizzy, as if he was watching Gu Qingming slowly sleeping in his arms, but he was actually a little drowsy himself.

Is this a dream or reality...

Why does Qingming turn into a pile of bones in her arms?

Fang Yueheng was also a little uncertain.