"Then can I buy this bouquet of flowers for my brother?"
Probably because his words were too blunt and sudden at the moment, Fang Yi did not answer, but looked away, turned around and walked to sit on the swing chair next to him.
Qu Zhaoye seems to be following the past silently, but in fact his heart is beating like a drum, he is afraid of being rejected, and he is looking forward to being accepted.
But Fang Yi didn't say anything. Qu Zhaoye could only find another topic. "Brother Fang Yi, the ghost energy in your body has been removed."
Fang Yi nodded. "I went to the police after you said it last night."
Qu Zhaoye squatted in front of him and smiled, "Thank you for believing in me."
"Hmm."
Then Fang Yi stopped talking, and Qu Zhaoye was not in a hurry. He was very content now, and he felt extremely satisfied just being by Fang Yi's side quietly.
After a while, Fang Yi said calmly, "Actually, I'm very bored."
"But I can be fun and I can make you laugh when you're bored."
Qu Zhaoye said so.
Looking at the young man in front of him, Fang Yi sighed from the bottom of his heart.
He was like a branch of green favored by spring, and his gestures showed a calmness that had been carefully watered by love.
Fang Yi looked into Qu Zhaoye's shining eyes, filled with unabashed joy.
The rejection he originally wanted to say turned around on his lips, and finally turned into a sentence: "How can you make me happy?"
Qu Zhaoye immediately became energetic and took out a small bag of tips from his messenger bag. "Can I do a trick for you?"
He turned his fingers flexibly, and when he opened it again, there was a fresh violet lying in his palm, with dew still on the petals.
"When did you pick it?" Fang Yi opened his eyes slightly.
"I asked the little paper man to secretly pick it for me." Qu Zhaoye looked at him happily, "I can also tell funny jokes, imitate bird calls, and if brother wants to see, I can also perform a handstand walk--"
As he spoke, he really wanted to stand up to demonstrate, but Fang Yi gently held down his wrist.
"Come and sit here." Fang Yi patted the seat next to himself.
Qu Zhaoye's breathing suddenly stopped.
Fang Yi's fingertips were just lightly placed on his wrist, but they were like electricity running through his body.
He could clearly feel the warmth coming from the other person's palm, his heart was beating so fast, and his ears were burning uncontrollably.
He tried his best to look calm and sat down next to Fang Yi.
His eyes fell involuntarily on the wrist that was touched just now, where the warm touch still remained on the skin.
Then he quietly covered the skin with his other hand.
Fang Yi didn't notice his little movement, and tapped his toes lightly on the ground, making them sway slowly.
Qu Zhaoye Put both feet on the ground and follow the swing chair to flex and extend slightly.
Fang Yi asked him, "Your surname is Qu?"
Qu Zhaoye nodded "Yeah".
"You are Qu Nanzhu Master's younger brother, right?"
A student of the Celestial Master Academy has a paper figurine and his surname is Qu. This identity is too obvious.
Qu Zhaoye had no intention of hiding it and still nodded.
But Fang Yi suddenly laughed and said, "I am still a fan of Master Qu. When I was a child, I often heard him mention you when I watched Master Qu's live broadcast."
Hearing his words, Qu Zhaoye was shy and happy at the same time. Firstly, Fang Yi smiled better, and secondly, she was worried that she might have done something stupid and let him know about it.
As a result, he heard Fang Yi say again, "I also saw a video of you calling me brother when you were very young. You sounded soft and cute back then, but why are you older than me now?"
Fang Yi said while smiling at him, Qu Zhaoye felt like his heart was going to explode.
"I..." He opened his mouth, but found that his throat was dry.
Fang Yi smiled at him again, his bright eyes were good at seeing, and his eyes moved when he smiled, making people enchanted. "Huh?"
Qu Zhaoye is probably going to drown in these eyes.
He suddenly raised his hand and gently covered Fang Yi's eyes, feeling the frantic trembling of his eyelashes in his warm palm.
"Brother Fang Yi..." There was a bit of grievance in his voice, "You clearly know what I'm thinking, but you still want to smile at me like this."
He held Fang Yi's hand and pressed it on his heart, and his rapid heartbeat was transmitted to the other person's palm through the thin shirt.
"Every time you smile, my heart becomes extremely nervous." He complained in a low voice, his fingertips feeling slightly hot, "You are bullying me."
Fang Yi's eyelashes flickered a few more times in his palm, like a butterfly fluttering its wings restlessly in the spring.
His smiling voice came from the darkness, "Then what do you want me to do?"
Qu Zhaoye came closer, kissed the back of his hand, and said in a restrained voice, "At least... at least don't look at me and laugh like this now, I will take it seriously."
There was another chuckle, and Fang Yi gently pulled his hand from his eyes.
The afternoon sun filtered through the leaves and cast tiny shadows on his eyelashes.
His voice was gentle but clear. "Zhaoye, you have just grown up, and I have been taking care of this flower shop for three years."
"You are a distinguished heavenly master, and I am just a flower shop owner who deals with soil and flower branches every day. The distance between us is far more than three years."
The swing slowly stopped, and the sounds of children playing and vehicles passing by could be heard in the distance.
"Look," Fang Yi looked at the violets blooming in the garden, "You are like the buds blooming in early summer, and I have long been accustomed to the change of seasons."
He turned his gaze back, his eyes gentle and sober, "I will be worried. I am worried that when autumn comes, you will find that what you really yearn for is another garden."
The sunlight was just right, illuminating the air between the two people clearly, making every hesitation invisible.
But Qu Zhaoye seemed to be just listening silently, which made Fang Yi, who thought it had hurt the child's heart, have some doubts.
The atmosphere became quiet again, and then Qu Zhaoye used his legs to shake the swing chair again.
Fang Yi was slightly startled, staring at his side face soaked in sunlight.
"Brother Fang Yi, you said that you are used to the changing of the seasons, and you are worried that I am only temporarily fluttering." His voice was clear and firm, "But you forgot that I am a heavenly master, and what our heavenly masters are best at is seeing clearly the essence of a person."
A breeze blew by, and the violet petals swayed gently.
"I am not an ordinary person who needs to go through the four seasons to confirm his feelings. From the first moment I saw you, my instinct has already given me the answer."
"If you don't believe in the promise of being eighteen, then don't take it as a promise - just take it as a beginning. Let me use every tomorrow to prove to you that my heart has nothing to do with age or family background, but only has to do with the fact that I like you."
He stretched out his hand to catch a violet petal that had been blown down by the wind, and gently placed it in Fang Yi's palm.
"Okay?"
ok...
Fang Yi lowered his eyes and looked at the petal in his palm. The sunlight filtered through the thin petals, reflecting the delicate veins.
In fact, it's nothing special, just like the hundreds of pieces falling in the store every day.
But it was this piece that the young man handed over with such a solemn gesture.
He suddenly realized that he was being lectured by someone who was three years younger than him. Normally, he probably wouldn't have cared about it.
But it will never be like now. The joy in my heart is like the stream in early spring, quietly flowing over the embankment pretending to be calm.
The Heavenly Master is indeed different. His words of love are more pleasant than ordinary people's, but they also truly touch people's hearts.
Gently closing the petals in the palm of his hand, he stood up and walked to the checkout counter while Qu Zhaoye held his breath. He tucked the petals into the pages of the book he often read, and smoothed the wrinkles on the title page with his fingertips.
"Can I call you Longbao?" He turned around and leaned on the edge of the table and asked softly, with the smile still lingering in his eyes.