Flying Dust Chapter 91

 

Flying Dust Chapter 91

Extra 2

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“It’s cold …so cold …” Mo Feichen muttered in a small voice shrunk in the quilt, two hands embracing the knees, only talking half of this, his head exposed, just like a groundhog.

 

Outside the window, snow is drifting, winter has arrived.

 

All is quiet and still, but you can still hear the sound of snowflakes falling on the edge of the window.

 

He Yunfeng smiled and closed the window, walked to the bedside and stretched his arm across the bedding to encircle Feichen into his arms, a light kiss fell on his head, “Today is the Lantern Festival, don’t you want to go and see it?”

 

“Don’t want, not go…” He Yunfeng transmitted temperature and the light fragrance of his hair so that Fei Chen’s heart was like a capering monkey and a mind like a galloping horse—restless; and then exposed a small half of his face to rub up against the other side’s cheeks. He Yunfeng’s slightly side’s face contained Fei Chen’s upper lip, a long kiss, as if even the falling snow had melted.

 

“But I want you to go.” He Yunfeng smiled pamperingly, “Since last month, you’ve been staying in bed wrapped in blankets, not moving a bit.”

 

“Who said I didn’t move? Obviously yesterday, the day before yesterday, and the previous day before yesterday you put me ..,” Mo Feichen suddenly stopped talking, his head once again shrunk back into the quilt, only revealing the roots of his reddened ears.

 

“What did I do to you?” He Yunfeng dragging long voice, lips gently rubbing Feichen’s ear, a shallow kiss, but very bothersome.

 

“No…nothing…” There will be a day when I practice at home. I also want you today, tomorrow and the day after, to be reversed over by others.

 

As if he had already guessed what he was thinking, He Yunfeng laughed softly and said, “Don’t dream anymore, get up quickly, being too long, you have been nestled in the quilt, not afraid of growing hair (become mildewed).”

 

Let me grow my hair, ba .. Mo Feichen collapsed back on the bed, rolled, wrapped himself into a caterpillar’s form, and stuck to the wall without moving.

 

He Yunfeng leaned in and said in a deep voice, “If you don’t get up, I’ll do you to death tonight.”

 

Mo Feichen trembled, he never dreamed that He Yunfeng would say such words.

 

“Get up… get up…” muttered, turned around, reluctantly just lifted the quilt a seam, Mo Feichen was cold as he hrink back. But He Yunfeng did not let go of him, saw the opportunity and pulled him out.

 

“It’s freezing so much!” Mo Feichen’s lazy bones were stimulated by the cold winter temperature, and his whole body retched.

 

Soon enough, a warm coat was placed over his body, and He Yunfeng quickly tucked his arms into his sleeves, even fastening the buttons for him.

 

“It’s not that cold?” He Yunfeng pointed his fingertip on Feichen’s nose, He Yunfeng felt a little amused.

 

“Hehe…” Mo Feichen touched the coat on his body, it turned out that He Yunfeng had long ago put it on the side of the fire and roasted it, and now that it was attached to his body, it was really warm.

 

“Let’s go.” Pulling Feichen’s hand, He Yunfeng walked towards the door.

 

The wind in the mountains is always stronger than other places, the moment he pushes the door, the cold wind meets his face, and Mo Feichen instantly shrinks behind He Yunfeng.

 

“Not going out, I don’t want to go out..,” Mo Feichen pressed his head against the other’s back, “The wind is too strong.”

 

“I promise, it’s not that cold, down the mountain.” He Yunfeng tilted his head, “I haven’t seen the lantern festival for a long time.”

 

Just these words made Mo Feichen’s heart soften.

 

“Sure ah, let’s go together.”

 

Touching his nose, Feichen pulled up He Yunfeng and walked towards the bottom of the hill.

 

The lantern festival here is the same as the Lantern Festival in the original world, the only difference is that the men and women who appreciate the lanterns, if they are unmarried, will wear a mask on their face, if they can find their sweetheart even without seeing the person’s appearance, then they are destined for a good relationship and grow old together.

 

Looking at the bustling scene in front of him, fireworks in the sky, colourful lanterns, Mo Feichen blinked, he did not think that in such a cold season there would be such a bustling scene.

 

Crowds of men and women with masks passing by them, hawkers yelling, the halo of coloured lights, so that he had a completely unreal feeling, unnaturally reached out and he was pulled in He Yunfeng’s side.

 

“Do you want to buy a mask?” He Yunfeng asked softly.

 

These masks were all delicately made, with a variety of patterns outlined on them.

 

Mo Feichen smiled faintly, “No need, just look at those people wearing masks like this…They are still looking for happiness, while I am already happy.”

 

He Yunfeng smiled lightly, the rise and fall of his eyebrows made people’s hearts flutter.

 

“Let’s go, later on we’ll go to the Overflowing Fragrance House to get some wine to drink.”

 

“Fine.” Mo Feichen laughed, remembering the delicious dishes at the Overflowing Fragrance House, he unnaturally swallowed his own saliva. Eating more than a month of Shi Xiong and Shi Di’s cooking, he really should have improved his food this time.

 

Walking, in front of him surrounded by a very big circle, seems to be someone performing juggling.

 

Bored for a long time, Mo FeiChen suddenly has energy, pulling He Yunfeng to drill into the crowd.

 

“Go and see, so many people around, what are they performing?!”

 

Within two seconds, he reached the front of the crowd.

 

It turned out to be a pair of siblings who were performing a juggling act with fireworks. They jumped up in the instant the fireworks were lit and made all kinds of beautiful moves. To an expert like Mo Feichen, these moves were considered trivial, but Mo Feichen found them novel and interesting.

 

He kept his eyes wide open for who knows how long, and when the round of performances was over, he turned his head to say something, only to find that He

Yunfeng was not beside him.

 

“Yunfeng! Yunfeng!” Mo Feichen looked around the crowd, but did not find that familiar face. He struggled to get away from everyone, only to see the colourful lantern fair market; men and women wearing masks passing by.

 

“Yunfeng! Yunfeng!”

 

Mo Feichen frowned, his heart burst with nervousness, although clearly knew that even if separated from He Yunfeng, the big deal was to go back to the mountain village. This can also be done, but his heart is still very afraid.

 

“Yunfeng!” Mo Feichen called the name of the other party, a lamplight swept across his face.

 

Then he stopped, the back figure in front of him was so familiar that his breath stopped in his chest.

 

The other party’s face was wearing a mask, and in his hand, he was carrying a colourful lantern with ink and watercolour paintings, he turned around and walked towards him.

 

Mo Feichen’s gaze could not leave, as if he had already detached himself from the world.

 

Until the other party walked up to him and gently called out his name.

 

“Feichen.”

 

Mo Feichen tilted up his head, full of surprise with the slowly drifting snow in the sky precipitated down.

 

“Lu . . Big brother Lu…” There was a sour feeling in his eyes.

 

The other party slowly removed the mask on the face, revealing the kind of eyebrows like an ink bloom face.

 

That moment was like a lifetime ago.

 

“You, how… how…” Mo Feichen found that unexpectedly he could be so clumsy, even a simple sentence can not be said.

 

They haven’t seen each other for seven years.

 

How many seven years can there be in life?

 

“Let’s go, go to Overflowing Fragrance House.” Lu Qingmo was as dashing as ever, picking up Mo Feichen’s hand and pulling him forward.

 

“Where did you go … Big Brother Lu… I have been to Mu Yun Villa several times but did not find you …”

 

Mo Feichen’s nose soured.

 

“So, I came to find you.” Lu Qingmo looked back and smiled, the past years wandered past his eyebrows and hair.

 

Many times you don’t need to ask too many questions, you just need to feel it.

 

“Why are you standing there, not moving?” Lu Qingmo smiled and asked, at this moment, Mo Feichen realized that he had never forgotten his smile.

 

“Because it’s cold.” Mo Feichen pursed his lips.

 

With a slight sinking on his shoulders, he realized that he had an extra coat on him at some point.

 

But Lu Qingmo was right in front of him ah, could it be Yunfeng?

 

Mo Feichen turned his head back, but saw a slender figure, moon white coat, in this patch, he appeared particularly pure.

 

“Still cold?” The other party opened his mouth to ask.

 

However Feichen could not speak it out.

 

“What’s wrong?” The other party’s slightly cool fingertips touched his nose, “I specifically came from Ding Chan Temple to see you, but you didn’t say a word to me.”

 

Mo Feichen’s brows wrinkled slowly as he tried to resist the urge to cry.

 

“Wu…Shuang…”

 

“It’s me.”

 

Is this really Wushuang? The man who is always persistent and always makes people’s hearts ache, the man who went to Ding Chan Temple every year on the pretext that yet he has never met him there?

 

“I thought… you would stay in Ding Chan Temple for the rest of your life and not come out.”

 

Jun Wushuang smiled, as bright and clear as the moon.

 

“Fool, then I will not be able to see you for the rest of my life, how can I be willing to do that?”

 

Snowflakes drifted down, falling on Jun Wushuang’s hair and shoulders, Mo Feichen reached out and brushed his face.

 

“Am I dreaming?”

 

“Let’s go.” Jun Wushuang pulled Feichen’s other hand, “Your stomach should have been hungry a long time ago.”

 

Mo Feichen didn’t know where they were taking him, he just selfishly hoped that the road could be longer, so that they could stay by each other’s side for a little longer.

 

When Jun Wushuang and Lu Qingmo’s steps stopped, Mo Feichen’s heart tightened.

 

“Here we are.” Jun Wushuang said softly.

 

Have we arrived there?

 

Mo Feichen raised his head and saw the signboard of the Overflowing Fragrance House (Yi Xiang Lou).

 

“Let’s not go home until we’re drunk.” Lu Qingmo raised his eyebrows.

 

The waiter warmly welcomed the three of them, but Mo Feichen’s heart was full of doubts.

 

When the door of the compartment opened, he saw He Yunfeng.

 

A soft voice rippled out.

 

“What took you so long to get here? I’ve even boiled the wine.”

 

Outside the

window, on the lantern fair (on the 15th of the first lunar month) men and women in masks are searching for each other.

 

Inside the window, the night is endless.

 

 

——End of Extra——