Flying Dust Chapter 76.2:
“Then if you like them all, ask them if they are willing to be with you.” He Yunfeng reached out and touched Mo Feichen’s head.
Mo Feichen grabbed his wrist, “But I only want to be with you.”
He Yunfeng smiled and shook his head, “I’ve crossed the Naihe Bridge three times. In the end, I still can’t let go of Luo Lian Yun.”
He pulled his wrist and turned around when the wind naturally flew away, however it made Mo Feichen feel cold to the bone.
“Yunfeng!”
He Yunfeng’s skill was unrivaled, but Mo Feichen chased after him.
Jun Wushuang looked at their backs as they left in opposite directions for a long time before he hugged his own arms tightly and laughed out loud.
“Haha … ha ha ha …”
He said to him, “Tomorrow, I’m going to get a flat boat with my hair loose,” but unfortunately, he, Jun Wushuang, is not one of them., Mo Feichen “Ming Dynasty”.
Listen to him laugh as if he himself is also laughing.
“A gain makes me sing; a loss makes me sullen. Worries and regrets are always around. If there is wine today, then today is the day to get drunk. Worry about tomorrow’s worries when they come tomorrow.” Mo Feichen said this to him, but he has long since lost this freedom, no matter how much he pretends not to care.
The night at Muyun Mountain Villa is quiet and empty.
Mo Feichen watched the back of He Yunfeng farther and farther away while his heart felt uneasy and anxious, he didn’t turn back then he (MFC) fell on the sandstone ground.
His palms were bloodied and his knees were wounded. He climbed up and realized that he had sprained his ankle.
“He Yunfeng! He Yunfeng!” Mo Feichen shouted at the top of his lungs, snot and tears streaming down his face,
“You just go——go ba, like my mother! Just like Yu Jin! You’d better go this time and never look back!”
Mo Feichen was lying on the ground like this. He knew he couldn’t ask He Yunfeng to listen to him with a kind smile on his face and hear him saying that he likes other men, but he was really tired and didn’t want to lie to himself anymore.
No matter how many people Mo Feichen had liked in his entire life, only He Yunfeng was his “first sight” and he would always be attached (yearning) to him.
He didn’t want to crawl up and see that person walking slowly in front of him.
“What are you following me for?”
“I’m following you because I want you to look back at me.” Mo Feichen is still lying on the ground.
“Although Jun Wushuang is stubborn, he is extremely fond of you and I know he will treat you well for the rest of your life. He’s so free-spirited that it suits your personality. None of them will be worse than me, He Yunfeng.”
“Then why did you choose me to live in the hut with you when I am so much worse (original one used words ‘light-years (apart) / a million miles (apart)’’ / (i.e. indicates a huge difference or a huge distance) than Luo Lianyun?”
“Because I saw you when I woke up.”
“It doesn’t matter if you really think Luo Lianyun is the one you want to carve on the Three Lives Stone” Mo Feichen smiled “because in the next life or next…next life, I never want you to remember me.”
“Feichen you don’t need to be so stubborn just because I’m your first favorite person (the first person you like).”
“Then let me keep on liking you. It’s hard to like Jun Wushuang, I feel guilty for liking but when I like you, I only feel like liking you. If you want to go to the Western Region, I will follow you. If you want to go to the Blood Worshipping Sect to look for Wen Qianliu, I will also follow you. If you miss Lianyun for the rest of your life, I still want to follow you. Now that you don’t want me anymore, I have nowhere else to go in this Jiang Hu.” Mo Feichen laughed a little, he didn’t expect He Yunfeng to take him with him, but he would still follow him closely.
But He Yunfeng hugged him, “They are really better than me, you will be sad again if you follow me.”
Mo Feichen hugged him, “I am not a weak girl, I am not afraid of getting hurt. If Yunfeng lets me go, I will be even more sad.”
He Yunfeng sighed and put him on his back and continued walking to the front.
“If I really go to the Blood Sect, will you go too?”
“Yes.”
“Will you go wherever I go?”
“Go.” Mo Feichen responded with his voice sounded on He Yunfeng’s shoulder.
“Okay, you can go wherever I want to go and follow me, but there is one place you can’t go.”
“Where?”
“Huangquan road (aka the Yellow Springs / the underworld of Chinese mythology / the equivalent of Hades or Hell) …. I would rather go there alone.”
Mo Feichen didn’t say anything but just hugged him more tightly. He hooked his finger but pulled a grasshopper out of He Yunfeng’s inner lapel. His heart pumped…. Why did He Yunfeng say he missed Luo Lianyun, but brought his grasshopper (the one Mo Feichen made) on his body?
He Yunfeng carried him on his back and headed towards a town. Mo Feichen whispered, “Yunfeng, if you want to go to the Western Region, this is not the right direction.”
“We are not going to the West Region, let’s go back to Kun Yun Mountain Villa.” He Yunfeng said.
Mo Feichen froze but didn’t think much about it. Anyway, He Yunfeng said where he would go then they would go there.
It was almost dawn when they stayed at an inn.
He Yunfeng asked for a room, put Mo Feichen on the bed, and put hot water on it to clean the abrasions on his palms and knees. He asked the waiter to ask for some medicine and wine to knead his swollen ankles for him.
