I Don’T Want To Be This Master For A Day Anymore. Chapter 45

The moonlight is not as bright as yours

The days in winter are short, and the sky is getting darker just before the end of the day.

The plum forest is covered with snow, like a layer of pearls, and it is bright, so even if the sky is getting dark, it does not look dark here.

Qiu Yin’an stood under the only weeping green plum tree and raised his hand to brush off the snow on a green plum blossom. “When this green plum tree was delivered to Qingxuan Peak, most of its roots were rotten. It couldn’t survive originally. But my mother thought that the mountains behind were all ordinary plum blossoms, which was too boring, so she wanted to add more color to the plum forest, so my father gave a lot of spiritual energy to the tree to make it come alive again.”

Qiu Yin’an raised his head slightly and looked at the crowded green plum blossoms all over the tree. “This tree has always been sick and has not bloomed many flowers. I haven’t come to see it for several years, and I thought it couldn’t hold on. But unexpectedly, it bloomed so luxuriantly this year. When my mother was here, it had never bloomed so beautifully.”

Qiu Yin’an’s fingertips still stayed on the green plum that had been brushed with snow. The coolness of the petals spread through the fingertips. The cold touch gradually flowed into his heart, and there was suddenly an indescribable sourness in his eyes.

Wan Qiongju gently held Qiu Yin’an’s hand that was half resting on the green plum blossom, and comforted him: “Now that my old friend is in the sky, it naturally has to bloom more colorfully to be seen.”

Qiu Yin’an: “I hope so.”

Wan Qiongju closed Qiu Yin’an’s hand into his own and led Qiu Yin’an elsewhere.

The snow under their feet was crunched by the two of them. The snow was very thick and the road was difficult to walk. Qiu Yin’an leaned half on Wan Qiongju and used his strength to walk forward. A gust of wind blew the snow foam over, spreading a coolness on Qiu Yin’an’s face. He raised his hand to wipe his cheek. He turned to the side and saw that Wan Qiongju’s face was also covered with snow. The snowflakes hung beautifully on his long eyelashes, and Qiu Yin’an couldn’t bear to brush them away.

Qiu Yin’an: “Xiao Wan, do you know which snowflake is the most beautiful in this plum forest?”

Wan Qiongju looked around, a little confused. He shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”

Qiu Yin’an laughed, raised his hand and tapped Wan Qiongju’s face, “This is the corner of your eye.”

Wan Qiongju was stunned, and subconsciously raised his hand to touch the corner of his eye. When his fingertips were about to touch the corner of his eye, he immediately withdrew his hand, fearing that the most beautiful snowflake in Qiu Yin’an’s eyes would be rubbed away by him.

A low laugh came from Qiu Yin’an’s throat. He leaned over and kissed the end of Wan Qiongju’s eyes, “You little fool, you are the most beautiful.”

Wan Qiongju touched the place where Qiu Yin’an had just kissed him, and his fingertips could still feel the warmth left by Qiu Yin’an’s lips. He said with some regret, “I had known that Master was in such a good mood, and he shouldn’t have come to the plum forest to appreciate the plum blossoms.”

Wan Qiongju’s eyes sparkled, “Is Master cold? I’ll carry you back.”

Qiu Yin’an put his arms around Wan Qiongju’s neck, “It will be the same when I go back later. I can’t run away.”

The two walked on the snow for a long time. As the dusk deepened, the shadows in the snow grew longer. Qiu Yin’an leaned on Wan Qiongju’s shoulder and looked at the plum blossoms on the mountain. “It would be great if we could do this every year and enjoy the plum blossoms with you.”

Wan Qiongju also looked into the distance: “This is not difficult. If you like to hang out here, we will come often.”

“Yeah, it’s not difficult.” Qiu Yin’an held Wan Qiongju’s hand and tightened her knuckles.

“Xiao Wan, do you still remember what Chang Chuan said that the soul of the Great Witch Lord has been found?” Qiu Yin’an’s voice floated helplessly in the snowy plum forest, appearing lower than usual.

Wan Qiongju turned to look at him, “Is Master worried about this matter? Don’t worry, nothing he said will happen.”

Qiu Yin’an pretended to be calm and said: “Of course I think so too. Who would be disturbed by his bragging words?”

A sad smile appeared on Qiu Yin’an’s lips, and after a while he said again, “But we can’t make no preparations at all.”

Wan Qiongju raised his eyebrows, his eyes a little more probing, “What are Master’s plans?”

Qiu Yin’an coughed lightly and sat up straight, “If, I mean if, if the Great Witch Lord really comes to kill me, and I happen to be unable to defeat him, then you might as well take my life and dedicate it to him so that he can leave you a way to live, do you agree?”

After saying that, Qiu Yin’an blinked quickly to dispel the astringency in his eyes, and then deliberately pursed his lips and smiled at Wan Qiongju, as if he was explaining something ordinary.

But only Qiu Yin’an knew clearly that the moment he finished speaking, his heart felt as if an iron hand tempered with ice had grasped it hard, making it cold and painful.

Wan Qiongju’s expression froze for a moment. He hugged Qiu Yin’an suddenly and pressed her tightly into his arms. The force was so strong that it seemed like he could rub the person into his bones and blood. “No, that day will never happen.”

The cold air outside couldn’t help but penetrate into the seams of Qiu Yin’an’s bones, making Qiu Yin’an shiver slightly. Only when he was in Wan Qiongju’s arms could he feel the solid warmth.

Qiu Yin’an patted Wan Qiongju’s back and comforted him: “I don’t think we should end up like this. Xiao Wan, don’t worry. I mean if this happens, you have to find a way out for yourself. I will do it and I will never blame you.”

Qiu Yin’an’s voice was as soft as a sigh, and he said: “If you live well in this world, I will be well in the end of the world.”

Warm droplets dripped down her neck, which made Qiu Yin’an shrink back. Then a small choking sound came from her ears. Qiu Yin’an scratched her head and hurriedly pushed away a little distance. Her eyes met Wan Qiongju’s moist and red eyes. It was Wan Qiongju who was crying.

Qiu Yin’an suddenly felt that he was totally wrong, and he actually made the person close to his heart shed tears because of something that hadn’t happened yet.

“Xiao Wan, please don’t cry, please, I love you so much.” Qiu Yin’an raised her hand and tried to wipe away the tears on Wan Qiongju’s face with her fingertips.

The ends of his eyes also turned red, “There is no end to the road. Apart from bullying Yu Jingyan, I have never done any bad things in my life. Maybe things will turn around.”

Wan Qiongju held Qiu Yin’an’s face and said firmly: “There must be some, I just feel sorry for you for risking your life for me.”

Qiu Yin’an raised his hand to wipe Wan Qiongju’s tears, took his hand and bit it gently, “Of course, you are mine.”

Wan Qiongju said nothing and hugged him back into his arms, “Master, don’t think about anything, just live a peaceful life. Whatever you want will be delivered to you. A good person like you should be so lucky.”

“Qimen Pavilion once said that you are a prosperous man. I don’t know whether it is true or not, but now I can give it a try.” Qiu Yin’an rubbed her arms into Wan Qiongju’s arms and said with some distress: “Although you are a man, you are still with me in the end. If I had known this, you wouldn’t have to suffer the sins of those fifteen years.”

Wan Qiongju was already disappointed, “It’s Master’s promotion that gives me the opportunity to be your pillow. Otherwise, just because of my male body, I would only be able to watch you from afar in this life.”

Qiu Yin’an looked at the full moon in the sky and patted Wan Qiongju, “Look, the moon is out.”

Wan Qiongju buried her chin in Qiu Yin’s shoulder, glanced at the night sky, and replied: “Yes.”

There was a hint of joy in Qiu Yin’an’s voice. Thinking of what Wan Qiongju had said to him while drunk at Jiuling Mountain, he asked, “You once said that I am more beautiful than the moon. Do you still remember?”

Wan Qiongju held Qiu Yin’an’s shoulders and took half a step back, no more, no less, just a palm away, and he replied: “Remember.”

This distance allowed him to see Qiu Yin’an’s eyebrows clearly, including the reddish color at the end of his eyes and the fine snowy light on his eyelashes.

Qiu Yin’an asked: “What about now?”

Wan Qiongju: “The moon is still not as good as you.”