Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 47.1

“Then what should I do?”

Mo Fei Chen in the old days when they were still at Mu Yun Mountain Manor, he would talk to him, share those funny little things, joke with him, and care about his happiness, anger, grief and joy. 

“If I was always just a male disciple of Xiushui Palace, then wouldn’t he hate me?” Jun Wushuang blurted out a laugh, slowly lifted his head, put the lid on the food box, and turned to leave.

Some parts of Wen Xin’s shoulders were wet.

Taking advantage of Jun Wushuang’s absence, Mo Fei Chen wandered around the forest, but gained nothing. 

There was a thick tree near the cliff with a bird’s nest in its crotch. Mo Fei Chen suddenly became happy to see it. The nest had not yet taken shape when he came here two days ago so he wondered if the birds had already laid their eggs. Although he couldn’t use his Qing Gong, his climbing skills were still top notch and in three or two strokes he reached the edge of the nest; when he poked his brain inside, there were a few eggs inside.

“Since I still want you to deliver the letter on my behalf, then I won’t take your eggs.”

He was about to go down when a rustling sound came from not far away. Mo Fei Chen froze in place and kept looking around from a distance. 

The sand beneath the roots of the trees in the distance was moving.

Mo Fei Chen held his breath since he saw Jun Wushuang peeking his head out from inside.

It turned out that…unexpectedly he had come out from there! He always thought that the secret passage should be cut into the cliff wall.

Mo Fei Chen hugged the tree tightly. It was only until Jun Wushuang was far away that he began to breathe.

Slowly climbing down, when he returned to the room, Jun Wushuang was already sitting inside.

“Where have you been?” He set the food on the table.

“Strolling (walking around).”

“I am not here, you get bored?” He looked up and smiled gently.

Mo Fei Chen took the chopsticks out of the food box and stopped moving as he sat down, ignoring Jun Wushuang. Today’s dish consisted of green vegetables, tofu and shredded bamboo shoots, with no meat at all. Mo Fei Chen took a couple of bites of rice before then he set his bowl and chopsticks aside.

Jun Wushuang followed him, “Is the meal not to your liking?”

“There’s not even a piece of meat! What the hell!” Mo Fei Chen pushed him in one go. 

“Then what do you want to eat? Tell me ah.”

“Don’t you know what I want to eat?” After Mo Fei Chen said this, he was stupefied in his heart. 

He had suddenly realized something. He seemed to have taken all Jun Wushuang’s understanding of him for granted or as a matter of course. 

Jun Wushuang smiled and opened a bundle wrapped in cloth which contained Xuan paper, candles and thin bamboo strips used for weaving. 

“What do you need it for?”

Mo Fei Chen returned to the table and threw all the vegetables, tofu and whatever it was back into the food box, then spread those items brought by Jun Wushuang on the table.

He wanted to make a sky lantern (miniature hot-air balloon used during festivals) that would rise into the sky at night, so that someone might see it.

Suddenly Mo Fei Chen felt like Robinson on an inhabited island, trying to send out signals to attract rescue boats.

The thin bamboo strips were made into a frame for the lantern, but sometimes the two bamboo strips could not be tied properly at the intersection. After a dozen unsuccessful attempts, his brow furrowed, but he knew he must not give up.

A hand reached out and took the pile of those thin bamboo strips used for weaving over to him.

Jun Wushuang smiled, “Let me help you, otherwise you won’t be able to finish it even until dawn.”

“Okay ah.” Mo Fei Chen was a little tired from all the bamboo gabions and didn’t have the strength to fight (having a cold war) with Jun Wushuang.

He leaned against the back of the chair and sat down without any grace (elegant bearing). On the other side, Jun Wushuang, with his head slightly on his side, trapped the rope around one end of the bamboo strips, leaving a small loop, and then stretched the other gabion in, pulling it tightly, and the bamboo strips were fixed in place.

Mo Fei Chen was curious and thought that it was novel as he tilted his head. Jun Wushuang’s fingers were very skillful and the movement of his knuckles was particularly beautiful.

“Look, like this, what do you think?”

Mo Fei Chen looked at the frame that had been made and was happy, “So that’s how it was done!” When he looked up, he realized that he had smiled at Jun Wushuang just now. 

At that very moment, Mo Fei Chen suddenly understood that no matter how much he didn’t want to stay by this man’s side, it was hard for both of them when they oppose each other with equal harshness but even if it was like this, by simply saying a few words and doing one thing, it seemed to make each other’s hearts feel more comfortable.

Killing 10,000 of your enemies, but losing 8,000 of your own.

If he upset Jun Wushuang, what can he do if he himself is also upset? He would still be locked up here.

Mo Fei Chen suddenly accepted the situation and got over it. 

Mo Fei Chen could not give Jun Wushuang what all he wanted, nor could he afford to do so. But at least let them pretend that everything was fine, ba! 

Running to the cupboard, Mo Fei Chen found an inkstone and a brush.

“You draw something, ba”

Jun Wushuang was dumbfounded as his lips opened up, causing Mo Fei Chen to be absent-minded, “What do you want me to draw?”

“Flower ah, grass ah, whatever is okay.”

“Hn.” The almost naive glint in Jun Wushuang’s eyes appeared again, and it was that look that always made Mo Fei Chen feel conflicted.

His wrist was very nimble as the way he wielded the brush was also very elegant, the ink blurred on the paper, a bird and a few flowers appeared vividly on the paper.

“It’s quite good.” Having relaxed his mind, Mo Fei Chen was in the mood or in the attitude (of the heart) to appreciate it.