Gu Fuyou held an umbrella in one hand and held the shrunken Ah Fu in the other. The autumn rain was drizzling and the sky and earth were shining gray. She saw Zhong Michu standing on the stone road in the courtyard, with his back to the warm light of the house.
As soon as I saw her, I felt an indescribable joy, as if my heart, which had been entangled in thorns, was freed and had another comfortable place to rest.
Gu Fuyou was still outside the wall, and said with a smile: "I wanted to scare you, but you found out."
Zhong Michu looked at her straight. Gu Fuyou asked, "What's wrong?"
Gu Fuyou smiled and said, "Are you still shocked?"
Zhong Michu didn't say anything. Gu Fuyou threw Ah Fu over. Ah Fu was soaked by the rain and howled in dissatisfaction. Gu Fuyou climbed over the courtyard wall and said with a smile, "I wanted to come alone, but Ah Fu must have known that I was coming to see you, and he bit my clothes to prevent me from leaving. I had no choice but to bring this big glutton with me."
Gu Fuyou let out a cry and jumped off the wall. Ah Fu returned to his original size, shook off his fur, and followed Gu Fuyou to Zhong Michu's side.
Gu Fuyou approached and found that Zhong Michu was in the rain. Zhong Michu was a water spirit, very good at controlling water. If she wanted to, the rain would not wet her. But Zhong Michu was soaked through. Gu Fuyou tilted the umbrella towards her and said, "Why are you in the rain here?"
Zhong Michu stared at her with a pair of molten gold eyes covered with mist, and smiled softly: "Why are you here?"
When Gu Fuyou saw her smile, he felt as if someone had suddenly pinched his heart. He had thought it was an illusion before, but now he was sure that she had cried. Gu Fuyou smiled and said softly, "I came to see you."
"I listened to you and wanted to have a good talk with my father, but Zuo Tianyi's matter messed it up. I was wrong. I still couldn't control my temper, but he wasn't much better either. He only blamed me, and we ended up arguing." Gu Fuyou laughed, "I ran away from home in a rage."
As Gu Fuyou was talking, her eyes suddenly felt sore. Zhong Michu's sad smile was like a thorn, piercing her heart, causing more and more pain. She forced herself to smile, but in the end she couldn't help it, and her smile turned into an ugly crying face. She didn't know whether she was sad for Zhong Michu or for the quarrel with Gu Wanpeng. She wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and said, "He also slapped me. I don't know if it left a mark."
"I didn't accomplish anything. It was too difficult. Senior Sister Zhong, please don't laugh at me."
"I won't laugh at you." Zhong Michu's voice was bitter. She said, "I won't laugh at you. I'm the same. I haven't accomplished anything. I can't accomplish anything."
When Gu Fuyou saw that she did not hide her dragon horns and beast eyes, he had a premonition in his heart. The premonition became stronger and stronger as time went by. Until she said this, Gu Fuyou already understood.
What kind of thing had happened to make someone like her say something like 'nothing can be done'? If I hadn't said too much and encouraged her to talk to Yun Ran, she wouldn't have felt so bad.
Gu Fuyou walked up to her and hugged her. She didn't know whether she wanted a hug or wanted to give Zhong Michu some support. Zhong Michu's body was very slender and soft. It was soaked by the rain and felt cold. Zhong Michu didn't struggle at all and leaned a little bit of his weight on her.
Zhong Michu said, "She hates me." Gu Fuyou felt as if his dear mother had said "I hate you" to him. It was like a thorn in his throat and tears fell silently.
"Gu Fuyou..." Gu Fuyou felt her pleading, her helplessness, and her hand reaching out from the abyss. She was sinking, sinking to the bottom of the cold pond, sinking into the mud.
"I have been a sinner since I was born, and I am the salt that tortures her wounds. She will never forgive me." Gu Fuyou felt a drop of something fall into her collar and drip onto her neck, burning hot.
"My father is sorry for her, and I... am sorry for her too." Zhong Michu's voice had completely fallen silent.
"No. No, Senior Sister Zhong." Gu Fuyou had guessed something. She felt a suffocating pain, and her heart ached, as if someone was pointing at her from behind, saying that she had killed her mother. This was really, really a devastating "empathy". But she was also very grateful, grateful for this empathy, so that Zhong Michu was not alone, and she was not alone either.
Gu Fuyou said, "Parents can choose, but children cannot. We cannot choose what kind of birth we have. If I could choose, I would rather not come into this world. If being born is a sin, who in the world is clean? Senior Sister Zhong, it's not our fault. It's not our fault."
Zhong Michu closed her eyes, and Gu Fuyou could sense her exhaustion. She looked at Ah Fu, who sneezed and began to shiver again. Gu Fuyou half-hugged Zhong Michu and walked into the house: "Don't stand in the rain, it's very cold."
The two walked into the house. The house was brightly lit, without the cold wind or rain, and it was much warmer. Ah Fu also came in, leaving plum blossom prints on the blanket with his feet.
"Afu, you're all dirty."
“Ouch.”
Zhong Michu raised his left hand and tapped lightly with his fingers. Water droplets floated out of Ah Fu and Gu Fuyou's bodies and gathered in Zhong Michu's hand. Zhong Michu threw the water out lightly, and Ah Fu and Gu Fuyou's bodies were also completely dry.
The moisture on Zhong Michu's body also dissipated, and his clothes gradually dried. Gu Fuyou suddenly said, "Senior Sister, wait a minute."
Zhong Michu looked at her. Gu Fuyou had been caught in the rain outside, his face was pale and his nose was red. She took the dry cloth and smiled, "I'll help you."
She covered Zhong Michu's head with a dry cloth, and dimples appeared on her cheeks: "Lower your head and nod."
Zhong Michu withdrew her magic and lowered her head slightly. Gu Fuyou, however, took her by the hand, walked to the bedside, and asked her to sit down. She used a dry cloth to dry Zhong Michu's hair bit by bit, and smiled: "When I was young, I didn't know what to do. I cried and made a fuss for my mother. Gu Huaiyou had no choice but to dress me in women's clothes, put rouge on my face, and play house with me. But I didn't understand what a mother should do, and he didn't understand it either. He just recalled that when my mother took care of him, she helped me wash and wipe my hair. He was a big and strong man, but he was so hateful that he pulled my hair out. Later, he coaxed me to sleep and sang a lullaby with a hoarse voice. It was so ugly..."
Zhong Michu lowered his head: "Gu Fuyou."
"... I envy you very much, both for your father and brother, and for your ambitions." With a free mind, an outspoken temperament, and passionate emotions, Gu Fuyou is like a phoenix flower blooming under the bright sun. She originally wanted to be such a person, but she could never become such a person.
Gu Fuyou sat down beside her, held her hand, and said, "Senior Sister Zhong, I want to say that I thought at that time that although it was a pity that my mother was no longer around, it didn't matter, because I still had my brother. Although God is sometimes a little bit heartless, he is not too immoral. Life cannot be perfect. If there are flaws here, he will compensate you somewhere else."
"I think if we can't be filial to our parents, then we can't do it. Anyway, we have been through it this way before. Sister Zhong, you still have Master, and you still have me."
“Ouch.”
Gu Fuyou chuckled and said, "And Ah Fu."
"And my brothers. If Senior Sister Zhong doesn't mind, they can also be your brothers. And my father." Gu Fuyou wrinkled his nose and said, "My father despises me in every way. If he had a daughter like you, he would definitely love you very much and would wake up smiling in his dreams."
Zhong Michu turned sideways towards her and said, "Gu Fuyou."
Gu Fuyou's heart suddenly tightened. Zhong Michu's face was as white as a lotus covered with dew. Her golden eyes were bright after being washed by the rain, but not intimidating. Her eyebrows were gentle and she said softly, "Can you sing me your Xiaoyao City's lullaby?"
Soft and pitiful.
“…Okay.” Gu Fuyou asked, “Are you tired? Do you want to lie down and take a nap?”
Gu Fuyou didn't notice how much care she showed. A thought flashed through her mind, and the words in her heart came out by themselves: "If you don't want to lie down, you can lean on me."
Zhong Michu really leaned his head over and rested it on her shoulder. Gu Fuyou immediately straightened his back, waited for a while, and when he saw that Zhong Michu didn't move, he cleared his throat and sang softly.
The golden wind comes, the rice flowers smell fragrant, and I have a dream with you.
The crabs are plump, the fruits are yellow, and every family is making new clothes.
The red lights are high, the alleys are long, the walls are white and the tiles are green.
Smoke rises, kites fly, my dear son says goodbye to his companions and returns home, my mother is leaning against the door and looking at me, soup is on the table...
Gu Fuyou had a dream. She was walking in the long alley of Xiaoyao City. There was someone waiting for her at the end of the alley in the misty rain. She ran over quickly and the person hugged her. The person also hugged her back, slowly leaning forward, and his soft lips got closer and closer.
Suddenly there was a snap.
Gu Fuyou suddenly woke up, stepped back, and instantly fell down, covering his lips and shouting: "I didn't, I, I didn't..."
"What's not?"
It turned out that she had fallen asleep leaning against the bedside cabinet. She was startled by the sound and suddenly fell back on the bed, but she felt that something was pressing on her. She stood up and looked, and was shocked to find that she had pressed down Zhong Michu's dragon tail. The person who leaned on her shoulder last night was now lying on her legs, with his eyes closed and asleep.
She knew that the dragons would reveal a little bit of their original appearance when they were in an extremely relaxed state, which was the most comfortable and relaxed state for them.
A man in a long green robe walked to the bedside and said with a smile, "Gu Fuyou, why are you here?"
Gu Fuyou looked over and saw that it was Ji Chaoling. He was startled again: "Master..."
The sound just now was the sound of Ji Chaoling lifting the curtain and coming in. At this moment, Zhong Michu also woke up, propped herself up from Gu Fuyou's legs, a strand of black hair caught by her ear, she just opened her eyes, still a little confused, which showed how deep her sleep was.
"Mi Chu."
"Master?"
Ji Chaoling was both angry and amused: "What did you two do last night? How could a cultivator sleep so soundly?"
Zhong Michu turned her head and saw Gu Fuyou looking at her. Zhong Michu was still half-supported on Gu Fuyou's legs, the two of them were very close, one above and one below.
Gu Fuyou suddenly remembered the lips that were slowly approaching in his dream. His face flushed and his eyes dodged. “I, I sang a song for Senior Sister last night. No, I sang a lullaby.”
Ji Chaoling: “…”
Ji Chaoling said, "Okay, Mi Chu, pack up and come to the study. I have something to tell you."
"yes."
Ji Chaoling lifted the door curtain and went out. Zhong Michu stood up, adjusting her clothes and hair. The dragon tail hanging down behind her protruded a little from under her skirt, sometimes slightly raised up and swaying left and right. Gu Fuyou sat on the bed, his eyes swaying left and right, and he couldn't control his hands and touched the end of her tail.
The mane on Zhong Mi Chulong's body was like clouds and mist, milky white, and flowing like water. It looked as if it was not a real object, but it could actually be touched. When she was racing, she sat on Zhong Mi Chulong's back and felt that it was unusually soft.
Just when it was about to touch, it turned into a cloud of mist and dissipated. Zhong Michu hid the dragon horns, dragon scales and beast pupils together.
Gu Fuyou withdrew his hand, pursed his lips, and lay back on the bed.
Zhong Michu turned around and said, "If you are still sleepy, just sleep here for a while."
Zhong Michu's words were very gentle. Gu Fuyou lay on his side, his cheeks a little hot, and he only said vaguely: "Hmm."
"Are you cold? Do you want me to give you a blanket?" Although it was a question, before Gu Fuyou responded, the man had already brought a thin blanket over: "I will be back soon. If you have anything to do here, you can go find Dongli."
Gu Fuyou turned over, threw himself on the bed, buried his face in it, and said, "Go quickly."
After a while, she heard the sound of the door curtain, and Zhong Michu had already gone out.
Gu Fuyou blushed and said to himself, "Why does this person speak in this tone?"
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