The two of them lay on the grass with grass in their mouths, looking up at the moon in the sky above their heads.
"Brother, are we able to share consciousness images because our spirits are connected?" Yan Bubu asked.
Feng Chen turned and looked at him: "What do you think?"
Yan Bubu also turned his head and used the tip of the grass in his mouth to touch his face: "I think so."
Yan Bubu felt a little regretful again: "If we had known that you would be able to see the consciousness image after the spiritual union, we would have united earlier."
Feng Chen stared at him without saying a word, his eyes looking particularly deep in the moonlight.
"Forget it, forget it. I know that spiritual connection will also induce connection heat. So if this hadn't happened, you wouldn't have spiritually connected with me in advance." Yan Bubu muttered.
Feng Chen just smiled slightly and raised his finger to gently stroke his straight nose.
Yan Bubu asked: "Do you think the consciousness image is the same as you imagined?"
"Um."
Yan Bubu: "Is the picture clear?"
“It’s very clear.”
"So do you think I'm awesome?"
"sharp."
…
The two of them snuggled together, talking quietly, and occasionally stopped to listen quietly to the sound of the wind blowing through the grass.
Feng Chen closed his eyes and suddenly heard Yan Bubu let out a soft cry.
"What's wrong?" he asked, opening his eyes.
Yan Bubu pulled at his collar uncomfortably and took two deep breaths: "I feel a little uncomfortable. It's so hot."
Feng Chen looked around, feeling the cool breeze blowing through him, and asked in confusion, "Is it hot?"
"Yes, I felt my heart suddenly get hot, like a fire was lit." Yan Bubu frowned and asked Feng Chen: "What's going on? Do I have a cold?"
"Cold?" Feng Chen asked back.
The word "cold" is somewhat unfamiliar to Feng Chen.
Yan Bubu had a good appetite and was active since he was a child. He had never caught a cold since he was a child. But once he went to the sea to catch fish and fell into an ice hole. He coughed for a whole day after he was fished out. Feng Chen made him a soup to relieve cough and drive away cold. After drinking it, he had a good sleep and was full of energy again the next day.
"Isn't it a cold? I don't think it's a cold either." Yan Bubu hesitated and said, "I think it might be a combination of fever."
Feng Chen said nothing, but just put his palm on his forehead. But the skin under his palm was still slightly cool from the night breeze, not hot at all.
"Eh... I was just teasing you." Yan Bubu dragged out his voice and laughed smugly: "Hahaha... You must think I'm too excited because of the combination, but actually I was just teasing you."
He felt that having tricked Feng Chen was something particularly worth celebrating, and he lay on the grass laughing non-stop.
Feng Chen lowered his eyes and looked at him: "Is it so funny?"
"It's just funny, haha... you didn't see your own expression."
Yan Bubu imitated Feng Chen's initial behavior, suppressed his smile, and touched his forehead in confusion.
Feng Chen pushed his hand away and lay down again. When Yan Bubu looked at him, he turned away, but Yan Bubu leaned forward again, stretching his head as far as he could, insisting on facing him face to face.
"Tsk, move over a bit, you're blocking my view of the moon." Feng Chen pushed his head away.