Ji Chaoyun didn't speak for a long time, and Feng Qi didn't urge him, just stared at him.
"Why are you still shaking?" I don't know how long it took, Feng Qi whispered, "Is it cold?"
Ji Chaoyun pursed his lips tightly, a slight tremor spread from his heart to his limbs, and even his fingertips began to tremble slightly.
He was hugged tightly by Feng Qi, the warm embrace was like a gentle and warm dream, dragging him into a bizarre fantasy, and he could only let his consciousness fall and there was no way to get rid of it.
Feng Qi's hand slid down inch by inch, from the profile of his face to the shoulder and neck, to the forearm, and finally touched his cold fingers.
He touched it tentatively first, and when he saw that the other party didn't push it away, he put his palm on it and held it carefully.
Feng Qi seemed to be greatly encouraged by this action, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice, "It's not cold, is it? Very nervous?"
"..."
"What are you nervous about?" Feng Qi licked his lips, and his voice was vaguely hoarse, "Am I hugging you, holding your hand, or..."
His final voice was drowned out by the tumultuous heartbeat of the two, Ji Chaoyun saw Feng Qi lowered his eyes and his eyes fell on his lips.
… he wanted to kiss him.
Those explanations that wanted to be revealed, the inadvertent touch and throbbing, all the feelings that could not be expressed in the mouth, finally faded away like a tide at this moment, showing what it should have been like.
Ji Chaoyun tilted his head the moment Feng Qi lowered his head, his slightly closed eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't make a sound.
At that moment, he could even feel Feng Qi's breathing on the side of his face, hot and fast, almost burning all his reason.
But he didn't meet him.
Feng Qi stopped just a stone's throw away from Ji Chaoyun.
Ji Chaoyun didn't dare to move, he clearly heard a playful smile from Feng Qi's nose: "So unscared?"
"..." Ji Chaoyun gritted his teeth, his voice trembling, "... Stop joking."
"I'm not joking with you." Feng Qi still maintained that dangerous and malicious distance, as if his lips could touch Ji Chaoyun's side face as long as he moved in an inch, "I won't force you or move you, but it doesn't matter. Means I'm joking."
Ji Chaoyun suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at him.
Feng Qi hurriedly raised his head and ducked back, laughing: "...But if you take the initiative to kiss me, then don't blame me."
Ji Chaoyun had no intention of joking with him, he looked at Feng Qi, and after a long time he said in a low voice, "You just said..."
"Brother Chaoyun, have you tried all your clothes? Brother A Xun said, before you get married, you will be assigned a room, let me..." A Feng's voice suddenly came from outside the door. The teenager who entered slammed into it.
A Feng stared at the two of them dumbfounded, blinked, and took a long time to accept the following words: "… Let me take you to the new guest room."
The stalemate in the room was swept away, Ji Chaoyun pushed Feng Qi away, stood up, and said quickly, "I've tried it, let's go."
"Chaoyun..." Feng Qi subconsciously reached out to pull him, but Ji Chaoyun turned sideways to avoid him.
Ji Chaoyun: "Sorry, I..."
He didn't finish his words, didn't dare to look at the person next to him, and walked towards the door. Before walking out of the room, Ji Chaoyun paused slightly, as if he wanted to look back at Feng Qi.
But he didn't move in the end, just closed his eyes and left the tree house quickly.
After leaving the tree house, Ji Chaoyun always looked cold and said nothing. A Feng wanted to talk to Ji Chaoyun several times, but all of them shrank back because of the frosty expression on the other side.
The residence arranged for Ji Chaoyun is on a nearby branch, not far from the original tree house. A Feng quickly brought Ji Chaoyun to the place, and just opened the door, but saw the old patriarch sitting inside.
A Feng hurriedly bowed to the old patriarch: "Grandpa patriarch."
The old patriarch waved his hand with a smile: "Ayi go out first, I'll talk to Chaoyun."
"I'm not A Yi..." A Feng muttered softly, turned and left.
Ji Chaoyun watched him leave, closed the door, and walked to the old patriarch: "Is there anything the patriarch wants to do with me?"
"Stretch out your hand and give you something good." The old patriarch reached into his arms and rummaged for a moment, then took out a pair of bracelets woven by vines. He took Ji Chaoyun's hand, brought one of them to his wrist, and said, "This thing is woven from banyan vines, and it has the power of our banyan tree family's guardian tree spirit, which can bless the lovers who are married. For life."
Ji Chaoyun's expression froze.
The vines were extremely delicately woven, and the dark vines were tied to Ji Chaoyun's wrists, making the wrists even more slender and fair.
But Ji Chaoyun felt that this thing seemed to weigh thousands of kilograms, and it almost made him breathless when it was pressed on his heart: "Patriarch, actually we..."
The old patriarch didn't care about his words, he took Ji Chaoyun's hand and looked back and forth, the more he looked, the more satisfied he became: "I should have waited until two days later, when the ceremony was completed under the banyan tree, but I can't wait. This other I'll give it to you too, and then you can put it on your husband with your own hands, okay?"
The old patriarch stuffed the other bracelet into Ji Chaoyun's hand and said to himself, "This thing is usually given by parents and elders. I have two pairs here, one for A Xun, and the other for you. According to the legend of the Banyan Tree Clan, as long as two people wear this thing, they are bound by the tree spirit, and they will never be separated again—"
Ji Chaoyun suddenly pulled out his hand.
The old patriarch looked up at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
Ji Chaoyun looked at the old patriarch's haggard face, his throat was dry, and he couldn't say a word.
The demon clan can maintain their youthful appearance for a long time, but their life span is limited. When the demon pill begins to deplete, it will age faster than ordinary people. He and the old patriarch have not seen each other for just five years, but the other party has become almost unrecognizable.
Ji Chaoyun looked away and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm just... a little tired."
"Is that so." The old patriarch nodded understandingly and said gently, "I will be busy with the wedding ceremony these few days, so I will indeed be a little tiring. Take a break now, I won't disturb you."
"Patriarch..."
"It doesn't matter." The old patriarch interrupted him softly, "I just brought this thing to you. Now that the thing is delivered, I will leave first. You have a good rest, and I will come to see you another day."
After he finished speaking, without waiting for what Ji Chaoyun was saying, he walked out of the room with a bamboo stick on his own.
The door was closed again, and Ji Chaoyun stood alone, unable to see his expression clearly. After a while, he took off the bracelet worn by the old patriarch on his wrist and put it back on the table together with the other one in his hand.
The sky outside had completely darkened. He turned off the spiritual lamp in the room, groped back to the bed in the darkness, and put his clothes on and lay down.
Ji Chaoyun curled up and looked out the window. Through the window coffin and the dense branches and leaves of the banyan tree, he could just see the tree house where he used to live.
The spiritual lamp in the tree house in the distance remained on all night, and Ji Chaoyun did not move, just stared at it all night.
Because the newlyweds of the Banyan family could not meet before they got married, Ji Chaoyun did not meet Feng Qi for the remaining two days.
The wedding day is coming soon.
In the early morning of this day, Ji Chaoyun was called by the clan to get dressed, and then he was taken under the banyan tree.
The banyan tree has completely changed its appearance.
The grass is full of flowers, and the flowery path leads to the banyan tree. The countless stems and whiskers of the banyan tree are also covered with flowers, mixed with the rich fragrance of hundreds of flowers, and the petals are fluttering and blown off by the wind.
Feng Qi stood at the end of the path with a natural expression, and when he met Ji Chaoyun's gaze, he even smiled slightly at him.
As if nothing happened that night.
He didn't know how much effort he had to convince the clansmen to replace their wedding dresses with normal ones similar to Ji Chaoyun's. The red wedding dress was worn on him, and the outline of the figure was tall and slender, which was exceptionally outstanding.
Ji Chaoyun has never seen someone who can wear red so well, so good-looking... It makes people reluctant to look away.
Feng Qi is the kind of person who will never be annihilated by the public. No matter when and where, no matter how he dresses, he is always the most dazzling one, and anyone will be eclipsed in front of him.
Ji Chaoyun was led down a long path and came to Feng Qi.
Feng Qi has always been watching him seriously, and has never looked away for a moment.
"You are so pretty." Feng Qi said softly.
He raised his hand towards Ji Chaoyun, as if to touch his face. But Ji Chaoyun turned his head to avoid it.
Feng Qi's hand suddenly froze in the air, and took it back calmly.
The wedding ceremony officially started, and the host who presided over the ceremony was standing in front of him and didn't know what to say. Ji Chaoyun didn't hear a word. Feng Qi was by his side, and he could see it as long as he tilted his head, but he felt that the distance between them was unprecedented.
After an unknown amount of time, Si Li's voice suddenly stopped.
Ji Chaoyun raised his head in hindsight, but found that everyone was looking at him. Some clan beside him reminded in a low voice, "It's time for the newcomer to worship the banyan tree."
The wedding ceremony of the Banyan family is held under the banyan tree, and the newlyweds must bow three times to the banyan tree to be considered a ritual.
Worship the banyan tree…
Ji Chaoyun looked up at the tall canopy of the banyan tree, the banyan fruit on the tree glowed with crystal light, the petals adorning the stems and whiskers fell beside them, and a pair of eager eyes watched them, waiting for his next reaction.
Not far from the two of them, the old patriarch sat on the rattan chair with a gentle smile on his face.
This is not true.
Just pretending, not real.
Ji Chaoyun said this to himself in his heart, looked away, and knelt down.
One bye.
The two leaned over at the same time.
Two thanks.
Ji Chaoyun closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling imperceptibly.
Three prayers.
The clansmen in charge of the ceremony called three bows, but the two people under the banyan tree did not move.
Feng Qi tilted his head to look at Ji Chaoyun, who had a straight back and lowered eyes, wondering what he was thinking.
Feng Qi sighed imperceptibly, and was about to speak to stop, when Ji Chaoyun suddenly grabbed his wrist and stood up.
"?"
Ji Chaoyun's eyes were flushed, and he couldn't help but pull Feng Qi out: "I have a few words to tell you, come with me."
The Banyan Tree Clan had never encountered a newcomer who suddenly fled during the ceremony, and they were in disarray for a while.
In the panic, only the old patriarch pulled Ji Xun and said slowly: "Let them go. Young people, just say something, don't disturb them."
Ji Xun was startled: "Grandpa, what do you mean?"
"What do you mean?" The old patriarch looked up at him blankly, then turned to look at the panicked crowd, and said angrily, "What are you doing, the auspicious time is coming soon, so why don't you get ready?"
"..."