sick man

The room was silent, save for the breathing of the two of them one after another.Fang Yanqing stared at the bright sunshine in the afternoon, then stood up suddenly and walked to the open window.

"Master Taishan, do you still remember the night of my birthday four months ago?"

As he spoke to himself, he slowly spread out his palms, and slowly closed them again. The golden light that stayed between his fingers flowed, turning into the bright moonlight of that night.

The tenth day of the Lunar New Year, four months ago, was Fang Yanqing's 23rd birthday.

As in previous years, Wei Chengfeng didn't congratulate him lavishly, and didn't even tell Wei Shu. He just set up a table full of Fang Yanqing's favorite dishes in his own yard.

"Yanqing, today is your birthday. I don't have anything to give you, so how about preparing a grand wedding banquet for you and Shu'er?"

The originally joyful mood suddenly sank to the bottom of the valley because of this sentence.

Only then did Fang Yanqing realize that he had been by this person's side for more than ten years, and just when he wanted to continue to be with him, this person was about to push him away.

But he couldn't refuse.

Her true heart was buried under a bitter smile, and the only resistance Fang Yanqing did was to clenched her hands on her lap.

He held a packet of powder in his hand.

It was given to him by Zhan Qingmo who sneaked into the General's Mansion last night.

"Yanqing, have you really thought it through?"

Fang Yanqing still remembers the surprise and disapproval on Zhan Qingmo's face when he learned that he wanted that thing as a birthday present.

Floating life is a dream.

This is what Fang Yanqing wanted.

He had accidentally seen it in the collection of strange poisons given to him by Zhan Qingmo.

That is probably the most charming poison in the world.

As long as it is scattered in the wind, it can make people fall into the abyss of desire/desire, like a floating life stealing half a day, having a ridiculous and beautiful spring/dream.

It's a dream, you forget it when you wake up.

Even if there are some fragmented pictures left, they can still be regarded as traces in the dream.

"Are you... are those... true?"

Wei Chengfeng rushed in front of Fang Yanqing, clasped his shoulders tightly, and the situation on his usually solemn face changed.

Fang Yanqing gently pulled down his bluffing hand, her affectionate gaze lingered on his face, she smiled and shed tears at the same time.

"Master Taishan, you shouldn't have asked me to come back."

In that way, I can live in the dream I wove and live contentedly with this child.

"Wow!"

There was a whimper in my mind, followed by a burst of broken and suppressed low sobs.

Lying in his arms was a meek and thin body, faintly exuding the aroma of ink and herbs.

"Master Taishan...Master Taishan..."

In the midst of extreme joy, he heard the man whispering in a crying voice, panicked in his heart, and quickly opened his eyes.

wake up.

There was nothing in his arms.

A strand of broken hair, a trace of remaining warmth, including that blushing and tear-wet face, are all deeply pressed into a corner of memory that cannot be touched.

He was panicked, disappointed, and thankful.

It was just a dream.

Just a dream.

Right?

But the person in front of him shook his head.

It's true, he said.

"Shameless!"

Under the rage, his limbs were no longer under his control.Wei Chengfeng didn't know what he had done until he felt a burning pain in his palm.

He hit him.

A merciless slap left five red and swollen finger marks on Fang Yanqing's thin face.There is also a trace of blood, dripping along the corner of the pale lips.

Yanqing...

The man turned his head and held on to the window lattice with one hand, as if he was frozen in place, stunned in place.

Wei Chengfeng held his numb right hand awkwardly, and looked at him hesitantly.

"General Tai..."

The two sides looked at each other for a long time, but it was Fang Yanqing who broke the silence first.

As if not seeing Wei Chengfeng's frown because of this subtle address, Fang Yanqing stood up straight and solemnly bowed to him three times.

"Thank you, General, for your careful care over the years. Yanqing is deeply grateful for this kindness. I am afraid that this life will not be repaid, and I will give everything in the next life. I hope to repay one or two."

What is hard to pay in this life... what afterlife...

Wei Chengfeng frowned impatiently, because of this rather weird remark.

Fang Yanqing opened the distance from each other step by step when he was in a flash, and retreated to the edge of the window sill.

stab-

A white shadow suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Wei Chengfeng flew over with a broken heart, and only had time to tear off a corner of Yanqing's clothes.

"Yanqing!"

"what!"

There were exclamations from downstairs, Wei Chengfeng squeezed the fabric in his hand, and sat down on the ground along the railing.

"What? Frightened?"

After another sound of clothes flapping, a figure leaped over the railing and landed firmly in front of Wei Chengfeng.

Wei Chengfeng raised his eyes to look, and suddenly rushed like crazy, and grabbed the person in Duan Mingyou's arms.

"Yanqing!"

He hugged the fainted Fang Yanqing tightly as if he had found a treasure, and his eyes were sour and wet.

"Cheng Feng, calm down, Yanqing is fine."

Duan Mingyou squatted beside him, and lightly patted his tense shoulders.

Coincidentally, last night Han Qingshu pestered Duan Mingyou to play with butterflies again.Duan Mingyou managed to coax him to sleep, and couldn't bear to disappoint him any longer, so he specially chose today's time when Wei Chengfeng was in the mansion to pick up the guide butterfly.Unexpectedly, as soon as he approached the downstairs, he saw Fang Yanqing jumping from the fourth floor. If he hadn't had sharp eyesight and quick hands, he would have killed two people by now.

"Cheng Feng, what's going on?"

When Wei Chengfeng's mood stabilized, Duan Mingyou helped him settle Fang Yanqing, and then handed him a cup of hot tea.

"Second Brother Duan, I don't even know how to thank you for what happened today!"

Wei Chengfeng's hand holding the teacup was still trembling, Duan Mingyou had never seen him panicked and lost his composure, and he patted his back for a while to comfort him.

"Since I'm a brother, why don't you say thank you. I just took Yanqing's pulse just now. It's just that the fetal gas has moved. It's not a serious problem. Just take the anti-fetal medicine and it will be fine. You don't need to worry too much."

"No...it's me, it's my fault, I almost...almost killed him!"

Wei Chengfeng stared at his right hand with a grim expression, just wanting to chop it off and throw it away.

"You seem to be a little popular at last."

Duan Mingyou smiled instead.

He could finally return these words to Wei Chengfeng intact.

After Wei Chengfeng heard this, he also smiled, but just as he pulled the corners of his mouth, his face became gloomy again.

"Second brother, Yanqing and I...are different."

He shook his head firmly, but he didn't know whether he was convincing Duan Mingyou or himself.

Back then, when Duan Mingyou drank and got drunk for Han Qingshu, he also made fun of him like this.

But he and Fang Yanqing are different from them after all.

"Yanqing expressed his feelings to you, but you are not willing to accept?" Duan Mingyou asked tentatively.

"Second brother, you, how did you know?" Duan Mingyou said, Wei Chengfeng was naturally surprised and suspicious.

Duan Mingyou sighed, looked at him with infinite sympathy and said,

"You haven't noticed all this time, what kind of eyes Yanqing is looking at you?"

Rumu, nostalgia, obsession, and incomparably cautious, like a person who can't swim but keeps guarding a deep pool and refuses to leave.

He once had this look, but lost it later.

"I got it now."

Wei Chengfeng looked back at the person lying quietly, and said dumbly, "But I can't accept it."