The next day, the junior sister really sent him a jar of pickled meat. But it was not the Suanni meat, but ordinary snow wolf meat.
At that time, Yun Cuo was flipping through the textbooks in the sword cultivator hall. The junior sister made dozens of jars and gave a little to everyone.
Someone shouted, “The sun rises from the west. When did you learn to cook?”
The junior sister excitedly said, “No, yesterday Yun Cuo Shidi said that he wanted to eat it, and then Moyu Gege said he also wanted it, so I simply made dozens of jars and gave them to everyone.”
Shen Moyu is the junior sister’s fiancé.
Everyone laughed at her: “Is this the legendary saying ‘do not worry if there is not enough to go around (of money, wealth etc.) only worry if it is not evenly distributed (among people)’? Be careful not to offend Shen and Xue Shixiong at the same time.”
The junior sister shouted and hit them with the book in her hand.
Everyone joked with each other, but they knew their limits and didn’t mention it again afterwards.
The junior sister looked at them eagerly and asked each of them, “How is it? Is it delicious? Yesterday, I wanted to ask Xue Shixiong to teach me, but he was not around, so I had to make it myself according to the ancient method.”
At this time, Yun Cuo spoke, his eyes still fixed on the book. “Why is it snow wolf meat and not Suanni meat?”
He tried his best to change his tone of voice to a gentle and polite one, but it didn’t work.
The junior sister didn’t care and angrily said, “I originally wanted to make Suanni meat, but Suanni is ferocious and rare. I went to the wilderness outside and waited for an afternoon before I met one, but I couldn’t kill it. So I can only settle for the second best and hunt a snow wolf. Xue Shixiong must have suffered a lot when he made Suanni meat for you. He is a medicine cultivator, I don’t know where he got such great energy. Alright, without further ado, Yun Shidi, please try it and see how my cooking skills are?”
Yun Cuo was slightly stunned.
The junior sister urged him, so he followed the others’ example. He opened it, tasted it in front of the junior sister, and then praised it. Although there was no one around him, when he did this, he seemed to hear Xue Huai’s voice in his mind.
In a gentle and slightly amused tone, he told him, “You can’t do this. Even if you don’t want to eat it now, this isn’t a social event. It’s a way to make people close to us happy. Go try it, and then tell Shimei that you like it very much and that it’s delicious.”
He forced himself to suppress this sound.
He actually didn’t have the habit of eating outside of mealtime. The cooking skills of the junior sister were very good, and the taste was completely different from Xue Huai’s half-cooked cooking skills. But after tasting a piece, he still felt uninterested.
He still didn’t eat lunch in the afternoon.
In the afternoon, the medicine cultivators had a history theory class, and the one who taught them was Xue Huai’s master, Cai Yi. She told the disciples about the customs and practices of Kyushu, as well as the different tribes of gods and their characteristics.
“The Fengyu people are born weak, and their bones and vertebrae are more susceptible to evil diseases than ordinary immortals. But on the contrary, the Fengyu people are naturally good at controlling wind and clouds and can leap thousands of feet without the help of magic. They are beautiful in appearance and are famous for their appearance, along with the mermaids of the South China Sea…”
The people around them were taking notes, and Yun Cuo was distracted as he listened.
Soon, Cai Yi changed the subject and continued, “Any offspring born from the union of the God Clan and the Fengyu Clan will inherit more than half of their root bones, and their bodies will be weaker than those of ordinary people. Let me give you an example. You kids all know each other, Xue Huai.”
Everyone around smiled, looked at Yun Cuo, and started to make a loud noise. The school was suddenly filled with noise.
Yun Cuo’s face was a little stiff.
Cai Yi put her hands down, signaling them to be quiet, and smiled and glanced in Yun Cuo’s direction. She obviously knew the relationship between the two of them and used this as a joke to liven up the atmosphere.
She went on, “So if there are Fengyu people or descendants of Fengyu people around you, students, you should remember to take good care of them. If they are injured, they will not be able to recover easily, and the root of the disease will often remain. Their physique is completely different from that of ordinary immortals.”
“Alright, now that we finished talking about the Feiyu Clan people, let’s take a look at the Biyi Bird Clan…”
Cai Yi’s voice slowly faded away.
“Yun Cuo, Yun Cuo, are you listening?” His deskmate nudged him and asked in a low voice, “I didn’t take notes well. Do you remember what Shizun just said?”
Yun Cuo was distracted, and when he looked back suddenly, he could only shake his head. “…I don’t remember.”
The birds in the mountains outside began to chirp, and the class ended.
Yun Cuo stood up and walked out. He even packed up his things, apparently planning to return to the warm pavilion.
The junior sister saw this and was a little surprised: “Huh, Yun Shidi, there is still a meditation class to be taken in the Qingxiu Hall, where are you going now?”
Yun Cuo replied briefly: “I won’t go anymore, please ask for leave for me. Thank you.”
Outside the medical cultivator’s warm pavilion, under Xue Huai’s dormitory.
A tall and handsome young man was walking back and forth here for at least half an hour.
Until the new dormitory supervisor downstairs couldn’t help but speak up and ask him, “Disciple over there, are you going upstairs or not? If you go up, I will register you. You keep wandering around here. I am almost dizzy because of you.”
Yun Cuo shook his head awkwardly, then turned around and walked away.
As a result, half an hour later, the dormitory supervisor saw the man running back with a lot of things in his arms.
Yun Cuo stepped forward and whispered, “Register, my name is Yun Cuo, and I’m here to… I’m here to deliver something to Xue Huai on the third floor.”
“Well, alright… let me check. There is no such name as Xue Huai. Is he a classmate who just arrived at the beginning of the class term?” Asked the dormitory supervisor.
Yun Cuo was stunned for a moment: “He is not, he is a medical cultivator, and has been practicing here for a year already.”
The dormitory supervisor muttered a few words in confusion but did not stop him and let him in.
His footsteps were particularly clear in the layers of buildings. However, because it was noon and approaching evening, there were not many disciples left in the warm pavilion.
Yun Cuo remembered that Xue Huai should not be there at this time.
He ran to the market at the foot of the mountain and bought elixirs and a lot of supplements.
He had always known that Xue Huai’s health had not been good because his mother was a member of the Fengyu tribe, but he never knew that Xue Huai’s health problems were this serious.
But he still risked his life to hunt a Suanni for him. Not to mention that Xue Huai had just fallen off a cliff a few days ago.
He wanted to break up with him before his wounds were even fully healed. Xue Huai must be very sad, right?
The dull, aching pain deep in his heart resurfaced, causing him to hold his breath and even move very slowly.
He couldn’t cook for him now, so he bought some phoenix bones. When Xue Huai saw them, he could take them and make soup to help his bones recover.
There were also various other things, which Yun Cuo carefully piled outside the door.
There was no one inside, not even the sound of the gluttonous’s claws stepping on the floor.
The gluttonous ghost has a keen sense of smell and hearing. In the past, no matter which of them came back, before they even walked downstairs, they would see a dark, bald, ugly gluttonous flying out, grabbing their legs, and crawling into their arms.
They are probably not at home.
Yun Cuo put everything in place and then left in a hurry, like a thief.
He didn’t know what Xue Huai would feel after receiving these things.
He spent the next three days in fear. No matter where he was, what he was doing, or who was around him, he always had the illusion that Xue Huai would suddenly appear from somewhere and scold him.
Maybe he would ask him this: Why are you still doing these things when we have already broken up? If you have the ability to break up, just do it cleanly. It’s not proper to be so hesitant.
But he didn’t.
Three days later, he still didn’t see Xue Huai.
The junior sister and that group of people became addicted to eating at the medical cultivator canteen and dragged him there every day.
But even so, he still didn’t see Xue Huai.
From the day they had the fight until now, a full five days have passed.
It is time for the cultivators of the Murong Mountain Manor to unite and use magic to make rain.
Originally, this activity was held every few years, but the Murong Mountain Sect received a request from the neighboring Biyi Bird and Shennong Tribes, hoping to borrow their power to spread rain so as to pray for a good harvest this year. After some discussion, the cultivators thought it was very necessary to build good relations with the neighbors, and it was just a matter of helping out. They could also take this opportunity to take a few days off as well.
From midnight on, the wind howled, and the sky became gloomy. The wind was filled with moisture, making people’s hands and feet cold and their bones aching.
Yun Cuo opened an umbrella and came to the bottom of the medical cultivator’s warm pavilion again.
It was night, and everyone was asleep. He used an invisibility spell and slowly entered the third floor without disturbing anyone.
What he was holding in his hand was not something important, but very ordinary ginger in the Mortal Realm.
In addition, there is a food box containing a bowl of soul-calming soup.
He still remembered that, at the beginning of this year, it was about the same time as Bu Yu. The temperature had cooled down, and Xue Huai’s bones had been injured, causing the evil energy to invade again.
Xue Huai has always been afraid of the cold and sometimes doesn’t take care of his body, he has always known this. If he hadn’t discovered earlier than Xue Huai that there was a ghost following him last time, and therefore boiled medicine in advance to lure him in, Xue Huai would have been in big trouble.
But when he was about to put the things in his hand by the door, he was stunned.
The things he delivered a few days ago were placed there exactly as they were when they arrived. There was no sign that anyone had touched them, and there was even dust around them.
His heart suddenly sank, as if falling into an icy cave.
The first thought was that Xue Huai knew that this was something he sent, so he didn’t accept it at all.
But according to Xue Huai’s personality, he would not throw things here. He likes cleanliness, and he would never tolerate things rotting and spoiling at his door.
Has Xue Huai not come back to stay here these days?
Yun Cuo plucked up his courage and knocked on the door.
Reason told him that now was not the time to meet Xue Huai, and even if he did, there would be nothing else to say either.
But as long as he can see him, see that he is safe… that should be alright, right?
Even if he ignored him and said nothing, even if he wanted to fight with him, he would just endure it calmly.
It is better for Xue Huai to be sad for a moment than for him to stay by his side forever, not knowing what horrible things he will do to hurt him in the future.
Yun Cuo knocked on the door, but no one answered.
He then remembered that it was midnight. Even if Xue Huai were inside, he must be fast asleep already.
He gently pushed the door open.
But there was no one living behind the door.
It was an empty room, the small hammock was dismantled, and the cat bed they had made together was gone. The flowers he had given him withered by the window, with the yellow petals scattered all over the floor.
Only the smell remained. Xue Huai’s smell—the smell of their life together here.
At that moment, his fingertips were both tense and relaxed, and he finally trembled.
He didn’t know when the tears started falling—not many, just one drop fell on the dusty ground, and then he suppressed it.
His eyes were red, and like a helpless child, he held his breath silently, making no sound. But he didn’t realize that he was crying.
Xue Huai really doesn’t want him anymore.
The author has something to say: Four-year-old Xue: I didn’t even appear, you were the one who made the most of the drama →3→
Three-year-old Yun: quq qaq qoq
Four-year-old Xue: Alright, baby don’t cry anymore, come here and give me a hug.
