After five years of cold and heat, things changed and stars moved. The stars that left would still return to the same place to wait.
Although the sun was still burning high up in the sky, one could vaguely sense that its heat was gradually decreasing. The early arrival of the night brought a stronger chill.
"Feng Nianqing, take your hands off me!”
From afar came a roar and the sound of running as they approached.
"What are you doing? The eagle was scared away by you!" Her soft and deep voice expressed her dissatisfaction.
"But…"
"No buts."
Feng Nianqing hid behind a man with long, black hair that was fluttering in the wind. She was smiling sneakily. Where did she learn this sneaky smile from? When his father saw this, he could not help but shake his head and sigh. His thoughts fell into the distance again. Feng Nianqing would always remind herself that this kind of crafty smile that had been planted in his heart should be used when his father was not around, and at this moment, his father was indeed not around.
Since an unknown year, Feng Nianqing would give her father a private space during this season. She would let him mourn for the past. This was the only consideration he could do as a son.
Zhu Changfeng, who had been roaring just now, glared at him fiercely. Then, he lowered his posture and faced the person who had been angered by him. "Hui Huo, don't be angry. It's getting dark. Let's come back tomorrow to feed the eagle, okay?”
"No need."
Oh, the fewer words Grayfire spoke, the angrier he was. The next time he spoke, he would only have a single "hmph". Oh no!
Zhu Changfeng, who was at a loss, racked his brains and tried to think of a way. He did not want to get angry. If he did not talk to him for two or three days, he would be so sad that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.
Feng Nianqing, who was shorter than him by more than a section, tugged at his belt with an expression that said," Look at me." Zhu Changfeng wished he could tear this adorable face apart and see if he could still use this harmless face to deceive others.
"Grayfire, the wind on the mountain is so cold.”In order to prove her words, Feng Nianqing shivered as if she was really going to get cold.
"You're used to living on the flat ground. It's inevitable that you'll feel that it's a little cold on the mountain.”Grayfire pulled open his coat and gave him a warm hug.
Feng Nianqing did not forget to look at Zhu Changfeng provocatively before she hid inside.
Seeing Zhu Changfeng's twisted face, Feng Nianqing was amused!
" Grayfire…" Zhu Changfeng, who didn't know what to say to save himself, looked up. At this moment, Zhu Changfeng seemed to be reciting a spell as he kept repeating the word " Grayfire "! His name.
"So noisy."
" Grayfire…" Zhu Changfeng's voice became softer and softer until only he could hear it.
Feng Nianqing poked her head out of his warm embrace. Her face was flushed from the heat as she looked around in confusion.
"There seems to be a sound?"
Zhu Changfeng, who was still mumbling, listened to Grayfire's gaze and walked towards the direction of the voice. The speaker and the commander stayed where they were, keeping their bodies warm and waiting for someone to come back.
How long was that damned brat going to stay here? Zhu Changfeng suddenly had an epiphany of fate.
Zhu Changfeng walked towards the sound that came along with the cool wind. It was difficult to pinpoint the source of the sound in the moving wind. However, after a few rounds of searching, he found a cloth bag hanging from a tree branch and swaying in the wind. Zhu Chang Feng opened it and saw that it was a baby sobbing and struggling for its last breath.
He rushed back to tell Hui Huo. While the two were thinking about what to do with the child, Feng Nianqing spoke.
"This is Tianci's child. He can stay behind to accompany you guys. You can also help him give a combination of the two of your names, just like how my name is Nianqing in memory of my mother! Then call him Gray…mm, not good, Fire Wind…mm, not good either…"
"Zhu Fenghuo." Grayfire's soft voice did not last long.
"Hmm…this name is not bad. So you intend to keep him? Isn't that bad?" Zhu Changfeng protested anxiously.
Grayfire shook off the two of them and took the baby with a smile. He could not have imagined that he could have someone who belonged to him completely other than Zhu Changfeng.
" Grayfire, or not…" Zhu Changfeng glared at Feng Nianqing.
"Don't you see that Grayfire likes that little kid? If you go against him, I'm afraid you'll suffer.”
Yes, the old fire hadn't subsided yet. Wouldn't it add to the new fire if she made him unhappy at this moment?
"But…"
Feng Nianqing smiled slyly again." Congratulations, Master Zhu!”
"Hmph, what's the word happy?" Zhu Changfeng wanted to crush her face again.
"I'm happy that another person has come to steal Grayfire's attention from you. Congratulations!" In the days when she couldn't follow her father, Feng Nianqing's greatest pleasure was to look at her fairy-like beauty and destroy the cow dung on the flowers. It was not a good hobby.
In front of a solemn grave, fresh osmanthus flowers with a faint fragrance were inserted. Beside the old, simple, and clean tomb, a tall figure was holding a shovel and digging non-stop. It was unknown what he was digging, but it looked strange against the gradually darkening sunset.
In the evening breeze of the setting sun, the serious words from before still seemed to be floating, and the owner of the voice was not used to being so serious.
"Uh…I thought about it for a long time and decided to come and tell you.”The voice that was lowered for fear of disturbing things that should not be disturbed was a little low. It was obviously a man, a man who had passed the stage of voice change.
"You also know that he has lost half of his heart for you and can only wander around. His empty heart passes through the cold wind. How can it not be bitter? I hope you can give him to me. Other than me, there won't be anyone else who is more thick-skinned than me and won't let go of him. Unless you meet someone like me who is not afraid of death, who is persistent and tenacious, only then can you conquer his heart. It had been more than ten years. Was that long enough? Let him go! Letting him go is the same as letting yourself go. If we are fated to compete fairly in our next life, I admit that I won't lose. What do you think?”
The wind blew down the osmanthus flowers inserted in front of the tombstone, as if they were agreeing. The faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers in the autumn wind was more like an unfinished regret.
Early in the morning, stepping on the morning dew to the mountain that was the first to receive the sunlight, the morning steps were not very light. Perhaps it was because of the weight of the heart?
Holding a small sapling and a shovel, Feng Qingyang planted the eleventh osmanthus tree for his beloved wife.
Every year when he wasn't in Tianshui Town, he would always ask Elder Li to help him! It was also the Uncle Li that Feng Nianqing mentioned who took care of his beloved wife's grave and her osmanthus flowers. It could be seen that Old Li took good care of them.
Without him, it would have been fine even without him.
All of a sudden, Feng Qingyang became dejected. He had already said the same words to the gravestone that had never responded to him or spoken to him for ten autumns. Was he going to continue making Qinger worry every year at this time? He was really an irresponsible father.
Digging the soil was not only to plant osmanthus, but also to dig out the osmanthus wine that had been stored for eleven winters.
The land by the cliff was neither too big nor too small for Feng Qingyang to build his beloved wife's grave. He planted the osmanthus that his beloved wife loved and also buried the wine that he occasionally drank.
"Eh? Strange? Is that all?" Is that all? It was unknown who Feng Qingyang was asking this question.
He dug through all the soil that could possibly be buried next to the tomb. Just as he was about to give up, he finally dug up a jar on the way here.
"Is this the last urn? Mu Qing, maybe it's time for me to let go of you and focus on nurturing Qinger.”The low question was filled with deep melancholy.
Feng Qingyang opened the lid of the jar that was covered in soil and had been sealed for a long time. The strong fragrance of wine immediately assailed his nose. He took a deep breath, as if he was already a little drunk before he even drank it, hoping that he could get drunk and resolve his worries.
The usually mature and steady him was rough and forthright when he was alone. He picked up the wine jar and gulped down the strong wine. It was the osmanthus wine that he had brewed for her.
He sat from morning to afternoon, and then from afternoon to night. When he wasn't drinking, he was as still as a mountain, like a stone statue in front of a tomb. When he drank, he was full of heroic spirit, as if he wanted to turn all the sadness into wine and swallow it down.
" Forgive me. I was the one who took away your youth and your good life. I was too useless…"
" Guest, guest…" The innkeeper anxiously wanted to call out to the guest who had come to stay late at night, but the other party ignored him and went straight to his guest room.
"Sir, what a strong smell of alcohol." Drunk by the smell of alcohol, the shopkeeper's nose wrinkled. He had let the guest slip away and had failed to explain what he should have said.
"Guest, your friend…Forget it, I'm afraid he won't listen to me even if I tell him that he's drunk.”The shopkeeper consoled himself.
Feng Qingyang dragged his legs that seemed to be floating on the clouds. His misty eyes were slightly open, and he could not see the road clearly. His handsome face, which had not left many traces of cruelty, looked a little dazed because of drunkenness.
"You're finally back."
"Why are you here?”
"Stop laughing. After five years, you haven't changed at all when you're drunk.”
"Haha, isn't it good to laugh? I like to smile. Smile too.”
"Yes, yes. Did you see it clearly?”
Feng Qingyang tried his best to open his heavy eyelids and widen his eyes to see clearly. He reached out his hands to touch his cheeks that were right in front of his eyes, and the more he touched them, the stranger it became. " Strange, how did it change? But it's not wrong. I shouldn't have mistaken you for someone else…" Feng Qingyang tilted his head and thought hard, but the more he thought about it, the more dizzy he became.
"Then tell me, who am I?"
"You are Fan Lian." He was very certain and did not hesitate at all.
"Phew…Luckily you called me by the right name. If you mistook me for someone else, I really don't know what to do.”
"How can tofu kill people? That's right, it was this mouth that was not serious.”
"Tsk, why can't I remember the good ones, but I remember the bad ones very clearly?”
Not hearing Fan Lian's complaints, Feng Qingyang changed the topic,""Hehe, how can you stand on the chair and look up at you like this? It makes my neck ache!”The reeking rebuke made people feel no fear at all.
"You drunkard, lower your head and look down. I'm not standing on a chair.”Fan Lian was angry and helpless. Why should she be angry at a drunk person for not loving her more? In the future, he would make up for the things that he did not love or did not love enough.
"Hehe, it's true. We're standing on the floating ground together. You don't seem to be standing taller than me. Oh my god, so I'm getting shorter! Ha…"
"Can't you just admit that I'm taller than you?”Fan Lian sighed three times in his heart. Why was he so serious about the drunkard? He might not remember anything when he woke up tomorrow.
Maybe, well, maybe he should do something, something that he couldn't forget even if he wanted to, or something that he couldn't deny even if he forgot. Of course, it had to be something more serious than the 100 taels incident from a long time ago.
"You're not Fan Lian. It's impossible for Fan Lian to be taller than me.”
"Who do you think I am? Why are you smiling so happily at me?”
"That's true, hehe."
" Qingyang, I miss you so much…" The endless yearning could not be put into words, but it could be said freely and could no longer be concealed.
"I missed you too, hehe."
"Who am I?" She was afraid that he would mistake her for someone else.
"Fan Lian…En!"
After receiving confirmation once again, Fan Lian frantically covered his long-missed lips and kissed the fragrant mouth that was filled with the rich fragrance of wine, hoping that intimate contact could relieve the pain of long-term lovesickness. Who knew that it would cause the long suppressed imprisonment to erupt, rushing out of the gate with an unstoppable force.
Stupid and passionate tongues of fire rushed in without invitation, insatiably and greedily absorbing the fragrance.
The tongue of fire was so nimble that it seemed to have its own will. It wantonly rolled up the fragrant tongue in her fragrant lips, entangled with it, without distinction between each other, without distinction between time, without distinction between time... It was as if it was constantly telling the story of eternity.
Having lost his breath and heartbeat after being kissed, Feng Qingyang's legs went limp and he fell backward towards the muscular arms that were hugging his waist. Fan Lian pressed him down on the bed, leaving him no room to escape.
" Mm…Haha…" Like a fish that was forced out of the water, Feng Qingyang opened his mouth wide and took in large mouthfuls of air, unable to replenish it for a moment.
"Why aren't you smiling?" Fan Lian teased him devilishly. He wanted him to be like him, losing his breath and heart rate when he saw him.
Looking at the handsome face that was lowered towards him, Feng Qingyang suddenly felt that this was not the Fan Lian he knew. It was as if he had become a different person. " Fan Lian, don't... um..." He hadn't inhaled enough air! Don't come again!
Unfortunately, Feng Qingyang's unfinished words were sealed into another greedy mouth and turned into an alluring murmur.
When he was released again, Feng Qingyang's lips, which had lost their normal function, were slightly red and swollen. He could only softly say that person's name and moan along with it.
" Fan Lian, Fan Lian…" The feeling of floating in the clouds and not being able to step on the ground made Feng Qingyang uneasy.
"I'm here, don't worry, I'm here.”
Fan Lian held his shaking hand and pressed it against his chest. He felt his rapid heartbeat and vigorous vitality to tell him that he was not alone and that he was still with him.
Feng Qingyang, who had lost his rationality due to alcohol, revealed his timid side. The side that he had hidden for a long time was revealed in front of Fan Lian, who he had not seen for a long time, but was like a close friend who had been with him for a long time. He stretched out his arms and hugged Fan Lian, who was pressing down on him. It was as if he had finally found a piece of driftwood to rely on after floating in the sea for a long time. A faint smile floated on his face.
"Don't smile like that. It makes me feel like you'll disappear from my hands at any moment and fly into the sky like a star.”Fan Lian gently pecked the smile mark on the corner of his mouth, wanting to turn the illusion into reality, hiding the feather clothes of the celestial immortals and turning him into a heavy mortal.
Fan Lian anxiously tugged at Feng Qingyang's clothes as if this was the feather coat. If he did not pull it off, Feng Qingyang would become a fairy and fly out of his palm.
Not long after, Feng Qingyang was only left with a piece of cloth hanging at the edge of his elbow. His slightly red skin was covered in crystal clear sweat. He looked quite delicious, as if he was inviting someone to taste it.
Fan Lian, who let his desires run, used his dexterous hands to tease the body he had missed for a long time, deliberately making him tremble and make him twitch from time to time.
" Fan Lian…Hot, so hot…" Feng Qingyang's childlike innocence, which was not easily revealed, complained to the person who had caused him to be like this.
"Be good, it won't be hot in a while. I'll make you so comfortable that you won't have time to complain.”Fan Lian pressed down on his struggling hands and continued to fulfill his promise.
Fan Lian enjoyed watching Feng Qingyang transform in his palm. His body, which had not been touched for a long time, became limp and powerless under a few frivolous movements, easily surrendering.
"Lian…no…ha…"
Feng Qingyang could not bear such excitement as he hurriedly inhaled the air that could not be inhaled no matter how hard he tried. He twisted helplessly on the bed and allowed Fan Lian to do whatever he wanted. His sensational posture aroused Fan Lian's evil thoughts.
Fan Lian could no longer resist the desire to become one with him.
"It hurts! No, don't!"
" Dear Yang, I'm afraid that's not up to you…"
Ew…why would someone call him that? It was unbelievable. Feng Qingyang was severely punished for being distracted.
"Uh…No, ah…ah…"
"You're not allowed to think of anything else besides me!”
Why was he so overbearing? He did not expect that there would be a day when he would submit to someone else. This person was actually a young man in his memories, but now he had suddenly become a man taller than him.
" Woo…No, it hurts…" Feeling wronged, Feng Qingyang could not help but feel that his crying was more like anger towards the person closest to him than a complaint.
"I don't know why your tears make my heart itch even more.”Fan Lian was even more presumptuous as he manipulated his red body, forcing him to follow him into the sea.
Pervert…
The words that appeared in his mind did not have a chance to be said. Feng Qingyang lost his rationality and surrendered to the desires of his senses. He and Fan Lian sank into their world.#
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