Gone With The Bustling World - Chapter 67
Translator: Antonia
He said, “You’re my bosom friend.”
He said, “I should go through life or death with you.”
He said, “With you supporting me, I, Fang Junqian, fear nothing.”
He said, “We’ll be like this forever…”
He said, “Qingyu…probably you’ll never know that Fang Junqian is in love with you…”
He said, “It doesn’t matter, as long as I have Qingyu.”
However, …
Xiao Qingyu clenched his fists, eyes sorrowful.
Fang Junqian, I can’t be with you forever…
My regrets. My feelings. Everything about me! You don’t understand…
How nice it would be if time could stop here and if Xiao Qingyu could stay in Bafang forever!
Fang Junqian, do you know…the time Xiao Qingyu spent here was happiest to him…?
In the late winter, it snowed heavily. Bafang was covered in white. Looked from away, it stood like a crystal fairyland, pure, beautiful, but carrying loneliness and sadness of a high position.
On the tenth day, aunt Lan, with her five-month baby, and Lin Yiyi arrived at Bafang.
It was an etiquette that the relatives of their general commander should be welcomed. Hence, almost all the officials and generals of Bafang followed Duke Fang to welcome them at the courier station.
Xiao Qingyu wore a white light fur coat, his cheeks red, eyes and brows picturesque. Standing in snow all over the place, he looked like a fairy riding in wind, aloof from the world.
Suddenly, he felt warm. It was Fang Junqian who took off the ferret fur vest and put on him.
Duke Fang only said lightly, “Then, you won’t feel cold.”
Gazing at Xiao Qingyu’s face, so pale that it was almost transparent, Fang Junqian struggled hard to hold back his emotion and turned away his head, pretending to be indifferent.
The carriage came slowly. The snow was so heavy that the wheels got stuck in pits for several times. Therefore, aunt Lan got off the carriage, walked over with Yiyi, holding the baby in her arms.
Fang Junqian came up in a hurry, held aunt Lan intimately, his tone carrying the joy of a long-awaited reunion, “Aunt Lan!” Then he turned to Lin Yiyi and said politely, “Miss. Lin. Long time no see.”
Lin Yiyi curtsied, “Duke Fang.” Her watery clear eyes glanced over to fall on Xiao Qingyu in pure white, and her expression was complex with both sorrow of being refused and irritation for being unable to let it go, “How are you, cousin?”
Xiao Qingyu nodded faintly, “I’m fine. How about you?”
Lin Yiyi smiled sadly, “I’m fine too.”
Duke Fang cut into their conversation, “Aunt Lan, I still have the lucky money this year, right? Give me now!”
Aunt Lan said lovingly, “How old are you to ask for lucky money? Don’t you feel shy?”
“Haha, I can have it as long as I’m under twenty.”
Aunt Lan handed the baby to a servant and tucked the long-prepared lucky money into Fang Junqian’s hand, “Still two years to go. You won’t have it once you’re twenty.”
“Yes, yes, yes—” Duke Fang put the money in his pocket with satisfaction.
Aunt Lan and Lin Yiyi met with Bafang generals one by one. What aunt Lan said most was, “Thanks for taking care of Junqian…”
Everyone replied with polite words. Seriously? Who dared to take care of him?!
Probably in the eye of a parent, a child was always a child that would never grow up and needed care forever.
“Oh, why is your hand so cold?” Taking Childe Wushuang’s right hand out from his sleeve, aunt Lan pitied and blamed him.
Suddenly being wrapped by warmth, Xiao Qingyu’s initial reaction was to pull back his hand!
However, aunt Lan tightly clasped his palm in hers and made it impossible for him to escape for a time.
It was a gentle and irresistible force…
So familiar, like…the warmth from Fang Junqian…