Feng Zhan looked at the bustle in the hall, where everyone was chatting, laughing, and drinking wine, but he couldn't blend in, as if he was isolated.
Relatives and friends of the Feng family gather together, and there are always various entertainment events every year. Feng Zhan has been on mission to foreign countries all year round, but he is not used to the customs of his hometown. Coupled with the recent events, he is even more upset and just wants to find a quiet place to drink.
After having another drink with the guest, he stood up, confessed to his parents and walked out of the living room. After standing in the cold and quiet garden for a moment, Feng Zhan walked towards the outside of the house. He walked out of the house and walked alone in the night. Unknowingly, he came to the house where Zhuo Fan lived temporarily.
The surrounding houses were very lively, with chatter and laughter coming from time to time, but Zhuo Fan's house was unusually quiet.
Is "he" not at home? Feng Zhan wanted to knock on the door, but thinking of Zhuo Fan's indifference to him, he decided to climb over the wall and enter. The walls of private houses are usually only as high as one person, and can be climbed over with a little help.
His feet landed on the snow, making a slight sound. Feng Zhan saw Zhuo Fan sitting on the stone steps outside the hall at a glance. "He" was holding the wine bottle in his hands, resting it on his knees, leaning his head on the body of the pot, and huddled up. His already thin body looked even more petite. .
On New Year's Eve, he was alone. Did "he" have no family
Feng Zhan walked towards "him" slowly, and found that "he" suddenly raised his head, with tears in his eyes and a fragile look on his face. Before he could speak, "he" had already rushed towards him, opening his hands and holding him tightly. He hugged.
Feng Zhan's body stiffened and he paused on the spot. He looked down at the young man in his arms and felt a wave of heartache.
"Zhuo Fan?" He called softly, but the young man seemed not to hear him and leaned quietly in his arms, his clothes wet with tears.
Feng Zhan slowly lowered his hand that was hanging in the air, hugged "him" and comforted him silently.
I don’t know how long it took, but a snowflake fell on the skirt of my clothes, which made people shiver.
Feng Zhan patted him on the shoulder, broke the silence and said, "Zhuo Fan, are you okay? Let's go inside first. The weather is cold. If you stay in the hospital for a long time, you will easily catch wind chill."
The boy in his arms seemed to freeze for a moment, looking up at him, his expression changed from confused to shocked, and then he suddenly stepped away: "Why is it you?"
Feng Zhan spread his hands and said helplessly: "I just wanted to come over and see you, but as soon as I entered the yard, I was hugged by you. Who are you waiting for?"
Qi Surong was secretly annoyed. Did something go wrong with him because of his drinking? He actually mistook him for Jin Yun.
"How did you know I live here and you sent someone to follow me?"
"Sorry, you always reject me, so I have to act on my own." Feng Zhan said as he walked into the house.
"Wait a minute, I didn't plan to entertain you." Qi Surong quickly followed and stopped him at the door, "Today is New Year's Eve. You are not at home with your parents, so why did you come to my place?"
"You also know that today is New Year's Eve, so why don't you be happy? Come and drink with me." Feng Zhan turned a blind eye to "his" face that looked like a guest, and took "him" by the shoulders and brought "him" into the house. middle.
Qi Surong broke away from his hand, took a few steps back, and said displeasedly: "This humble house is simple and simple, and I can't afford to entertain Master Feng. Why should I ask you to leave my house?"
Feng Zhan sat on the kang, minding his own business, then patted the table and said with a smile: "Don't be like this, aren't you alone? I've already been here, wouldn't it be too heartless to chase people away like this?"
Qi Surong stood motionless, looking at him quietly.
Feng Zhan picked up the wine warmed over the charcoal fire and poured himself a glass, obviously intending to wait until the end.
Qi Surong hesitated for a moment, then walked over and sat cross-legged opposite Feng Zhan.
"Zhuo Fan, where is your home? Do you have any relatives at home?" Feng Zhan asked.
"Of course."
"Then why don't you go home on New Year's Eve?"
"It has nothing to do with you." Qi Surong turned away and looked out the window.
Feng Zhan stared at "his" profile and asked, "Is it because of Gu Jinyun that you are so cold to me?"
Qi Surong was shocked and wanted to reject it, but then she changed her mind and changed her words: "Yes, Brother Gu and his wife are both missing now, so they must have something to do with you."
Feng Zhan smiled bitterly: "It does have something to do with me."
Qi Surong didn't expect him to admit it, so she was quite surprised and said, "What did you do? Where are they now?"
"I don't know either." Feng Zhan sighed. "You may not believe it, but I am very confused about what I have done in the past three or four months. It is completely contrary to my usual behavior. I am not trying to shirk responsibility. What I did is what I did, and it was a big mistake that cannot be undone. Now I just hope they are safe, otherwise I will feel guilty for the rest of my life."
"You really don't know his...their whereabouts?" Qi Surong confirmed unwillingly.
"I don't know." Feng Zhan said in a deep voice, "I took Su Rong away from Gu Jinyun, but I couldn't keep her. When I sent people to look for her, both of them had disappeared. They must have met someone else. Accident."
"Other accidents?" Qi Surong muttered to himself. Although she couldn't believe everything Feng Zhan said, she felt that he might not have done it.
"Zhuo Fan," Feng Zhan suddenly said, "Aren't you good at divination? Why do you predict a hexagram?"
Qi Surong was stunned for a moment, and smiled bitterly in her heart. She was really shooting herself in the foot. How could she have any divination skills
Wait, although she can’t do it, her master can! Qi Surong's eyes lit up and she secretly cursed herself for being stupid for forgetting about the Buddha, the master, and waiting for so long. Thinking about it carefully, the master must have already calculated it, but he never mentioned it, which shows that Jin Yun's survival is very feasible. Otherwise, the master would not let her work and contribute money and effort, obviously thinking that what she did was not meaningless.
Thinking of this, Qi Surong suddenly became enlightened, and there was a bit of joy between her brows, like a winter plum blossom, which was instantly moving.
Feng Zhan looked in a daze, and that familiar throbbing hit his heart again. The boy in front of him had the same qualities that attracted him like Su Rong. From the first moment he saw Su Rong when he was a child, he has been deeply engraved in his heart and has been in love with her for many years, never changing. He fell in love with Su Rong at first sight, and the same thing happened with the young man in front of him... the same!
Feng Zhan's heart beat rapidly and he was a little panicked. Although the two have similar looks and temperaments, their genders are completely different. How could he have feelings for them at the same time? What's even more sad is that both of them are people he can't get. Su Rong is married and Zhuo Fan is a boy...
"How? Did you calculate anything?" In order to dispel his terrible thoughts, Feng Zhan asked.
"Well, there are some features." Qi Surong looked at him, her expression softened a little, "Thank you for reminding me."
"What's there to thank you for? This matter ultimately happened because of me. If I can find them, I will at least have a chance to make amends."
"I don't think they need you to make up for anything." Qi Surong said calmly, "As long as you stop harming them."
"I'm very jealous of Gu Jinyun, and I'm not willing to accept that Su Rong chose him instead of me." Feng Zhan leaned on the kang and said calmly, "I remember you calculated the marriage for me, 'It used to be difficult to make water in the sea, but Wushan is not the cloud. "The infatuation is gone, and I will stay alone for the rest of my life." These two sentences assert that I will stay alone for the rest of my life. Now it seems that it has come true."
"That's wrong." Qi Surong said, "You have a lovely wife at home now, how can you stay alone all your life?"
"But you should know that this marriage is not what I wanted."
"A gentleman has something to do and something not to do. Once you are married, you should support each other, understand each other, and work together in the same boat. As a man, you cannot be without responsibility. If your wife is not at fault, you should respect her, love her, and not You blame her and hate her everywhere. You may have been forced to marry her, but it was also your own decision." Qi Surong said slowly, "When I helped you calculate your marriage, I also said, 'You can't force it. Well, why don't you take a step back, Brother Feng, if you give up a hopeless relationship, you may get another surprise. Why don't you give it a try?"
Feng Zhan looked at "him" steadily, holding the wine glass motionless.
Qi Surong felt a little uncomfortable when he saw her. At this moment, firecrackers were blasting outside the house, and the dark night sky was illuminated, making it colorful and lively.
As time goes by, it’s a new year.
When the sound of firecrackers gradually faded away, Qi Surong said: "It's getting late, you should go back."
Feng Zhan said slowly: "Can I still come?"
"If I refuse, will you not come?" Qi Surong asked.
Feng Zhan laughed loudly, regained his former energy, stood up and said, "That's it, then I'll say goodbye."
He turned around and walked out. As soon as he reached the door, he felt dizzy. He quickly held on to the door frame and barely managed to avoid falling.
Qi Surong saw this and took a few steps forward: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Feng Zhan calmed down and continued walking out, but before he could get out of the yard, he fell into the snow.
"Feng Zhan!" Qi Surong quickly walked over to check, only to see that he had fallen into a coma.
I had no choice but to drag him back into the house and let him lie down on the kang. It's the Chinese New Year, and it's late at night, so there's no way a doctor can be found.
She probed his forehead and nose with her hands, but there seemed to be nothing unusual. Qi Surong frowned, wondering if he should go to the Feng family to report and ask them to pick him up? But she really didn't want to have contact with the Feng family. They would definitely interrogate her, and it would be very troublesome to explain at that time, and it would also be easy to create complications.
Forget it, let him sleep here for one night and make plans for tomorrow.
Qi Surong brought him a quilt and helped him change it. Although she felt resentful towards him, she could not let him have trouble in her own home.
After settling Feng Zhan, Qi Surong also went back to his room to rest.
In the middle of the night, everything was quiet. Feng Zhan, who was originally drowsy, suddenly opened his eyes, touched his forehead and sat up, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a sly smile. He raised his head and looked around for a moment, and finally his eyes fell on the door of the room where Qi Surong was.
"It's so stupid to give up over and over again what I want." Feng Zhan murmured disdainfully.
In the early morning of the next day, Qi Surong woke up from her sleep. After sorting things out for a while and making sure there were no flaws, she walked out of the room to check on Feng Zhan, only to see that he had woken up and was sitting on the kang drinking wine.
"Are you okay?" Qi Surong asked, "Why did you faint suddenly yesterday?"
Feng Zhan touched his chest and said, "It's probably a poison attack."
"Toxic?" Qi Surong was stunned, "Are you poisoned?"
Feng Zhan shrugged: "Yes, thanks to Gu Jinyun."
Qi Surong had heard Feng Zhan say before that Jin Yun had also poisoned him. He was skeptical at first, but he didn't expect it to be true.
"He gave you poison? What kind of poison?"
"I don't know. Anyway, it happens every few days. I went to many doctors but couldn't cure it."
"Is it life-threatening?"
"Of course. According to what Gui Jinyun said, I don't think I have much time left to live."
Qi Surong was silent and speechless for a moment.
When Feng Zhan saw 'him' like this, an imperceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and then he said seriously, "I poisoned him before, but now I give him a life for a life, so it's even."
"You don't have to be too pessimistic. This poison may not be incurable." Qi Surong was in a complicated mood at this time, with both resentment and intolerance. After all, they had known each other since childhood and had a close friendship, and he was kind to her. If Feng Zhan's previous drastic change in temperament was really a disease, it would be understandable. As long as Jinyun is safe, she doesn't care about anything.
Qi Surong thought that since she was going to Yunwu Mountain to find her master, she might as well take Feng Zhan there and let the master diagnose him. With the master's vast magical power, even if the emperor comes in person, there is nothing he can do.
After making up his mind, Qi Surong said, "Well, I'm going to see someone today. He may be able to help you detoxify. You might as well come with me."
"Oh?" Feng Zhan asked curiously, "Who is so powerful?"
"You'll know when you get there." Qi Surong didn't want to say anything more. He turned around to fetch water and wash himself. When he walked to the door, he turned back and said, "Did you remember to send a message to your family, lest they think something happened to you?"
Feng Zhan smiled and said, "Thank you for your concern."
Looking at Zhuo Fan disappearing at the door, Feng Zhan was in a good mood.
The two of them finished washing themselves, had some breakfast, and then hired a carriage to go to Yunwu Mountain.
In the carriage, Feng Zhan sat next to Qi Surong, leaning into "his" ear to talk from time to time, acting in an intimate manner.
Qi Surong couldn't be too obvious due to her masculine appearance, so she could only stay away from him as much as possible.
At this time, the carriage jolted, and Feng Zhan covered his chest with a look of pain on his face.
Qi Surong didn't help him, but just extended her hand to prevent him from falling.
Feng Zhan suddenly grabbed her arm, seeming to use her strength to steady himself. The carriage bumped again, and he pulled Qi Surong down with force, causing the two of them to roll into a ball.
"Ah!" The back of Qi Surong's head hit the wooden board, and she felt dizzy. There was a man pressing on her body, and it was a little difficult to breathe.
Whether intentionally or not, when Feng Zhan fell on her, his lips brushed against her jaw.
"Get up quickly!" Qi Surong pushed him hard.
Feng Zhanchong didn't seem to hear it. He buried his head in her neck and moaned in pain. Most of his body weight was on her, making her unable to move.
The two were in close contact with each other in an ambiguous posture. Qi Surong didn't know what to do and her cheeks turned red with anger.
"You..." She turned her head, wanting to ask him to move away, but Feng Zhan suddenly raised his head, and their lips happened to touch each other.
Feng Zhan's eyes darkened, he pretended to have a poisonous attack and bit her lip. Qi Surong cried out in pain, and his tongue penetrated.
Qi Surong suddenly turned away and said angrily: "What are you doing?"
Feng Zhan didn't pay attention at all, he just made a sign of pain, pressed on her and ate a lot of tofu before reluctantly moving away.
Seeing him fall to the side, Qi Surong immediately stood up and stepped away, covering her mouth and staring at Feng Zhan suspiciously.
Feng Zhan said weakly: "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend."
Qi Surong didn't say a word.
He added: "They are all men anyway. At worst, I will let you kiss me back next time."
Qi Surong turned away and stopped looking at him with a cold face.
Feng Zhan lay on the floor and licked the corners of his mouth with his tongue. Well, it tastes good, no wonder "he" will never forget it? This young man has a slender figure and is very comfortable to hold. His skin is also very smooth, and his angry-looking expression is really attractive.
Qi Surong was already married, and it would take a lot of effort to have a romantic relationship, but Zhuo Fan was different. He was a man, so even if he got married in the future, it would not hinder him. There are many opportunities for them to meet and they can have fun with them at any time. But he couldn't eat hot tofu in a hurry, so he wanted to try to seduce him first. If he could win his heart, it would be a matter of course.
Two hours later, the carriage arrived at the foot of Yunwu Mountain. Feng Zhan took the initiative to pay and then followed Zhuo Fan towards the mountain.
He looked around, secretly guessing what kind of master there would be on Yunwu Mountain? What is Zhuo Fan's relationship with this person
After a while, the two of them reached the mountainside. There was a small mountain village here. Yunyouzi lived in the northeast corner of the small mountain village. This place was originally used for hunters to rest.
"Master." Qi Surong called outside the door. There was no response for a long time. He pushed open and entered. There was no one in the room.
"He's probably gone out. Let's wait in the yard." Qi Surong asked Feng Zhan to sit in the yard while he went to the kitchen to boil water.
Feng Zhan looked at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him and frowned. It was hard to imagine that an expert would live in such a dilapidated place. All the slums in the capital were neater and more spacious than this one.
Little did he know that Yun Youzi had just arrived here and had not yet become familiar with the villagers, so naturally there was no one to help him rest in the house.
Qi Surong boiled water, made tea, and sat in the courtyard with Feng Zhan to wait.
Feng Zhan casually picked up the tea cup and took a sip. Then a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes as he looked at the tea in the cup. The tea leaves were fresh in color, the tea was clear, and the aroma was pleasant. He traveled to many countries as a missionary and thought he was well-informed, but he had never tasted such high-quality tea.
"What kind of tea is this?" Feng Zhan asked.
Qi Surong replied: "Qingwu tea is made by the owner Yun Youzi. It is unique in the world."
"It's really different." Ordinary tea is fragrant, but it is not as refreshing and refreshing as this tea.
After tasting this tea, Feng Zhan put aside his contempt and became truly curious about Master Yun Youzi.