Chapter 45 - Want me to sleep with you? (1/2)
Lin Mu felt that he shouldn’t take this throb to heart.
Otherwise, sooner or later, Yan Xuanjing would anger him to death.
After all, for something like a serious confession, just thinking about it made Lin Mu’s scalp feel numb.
He wasn’t surprised by the fact that he ended up liking the same gender. After all, face-obsessed; men or women, it didn’t matter, as long as they’re good looking — of course, if he had to say it, he himself felt that it was more likely he would like boys compared to girls.
Wasn’t there a saying that described it quite well?
What you lacked is what you want.
From young, Lin Mu didn’t have a brother or a father. When he read some psychology books, he felt that his sexuality wouldn’t be a standard one.
So when he found out that the one who could make him feel excited was a man, Lin Mu wasn’t that surprised.
He had long been prepared for this possibility.
However, he wasn’t prepared at all for Yan Xuanjing. Against this fox spirit whose brain circuit was like a paramecium, he wasn’t prepared at all.
But to say that Yan Xuanjing’s brain circuit was short and straight like a paramecium, he could still open his mouth and say such touching words.
Something like “anywhere you want to go, I’ll accompany you,” these sort of words……
Lin Mu’s skull was ringing.
What was the matter with this fox spirit?
Lin Mu took a deep breath, rubbed his face that was gradually cooled down, and stood up.
Yan Xuanjing stared at him unblinkingly, looked at the layered hair that fell with Lin Mu’s movements and covered the tips of his ears which were as red as blood jade, and looked at the back of his neck which had also gotten covered by his collar.
The fox spirit paused, lightly clicked his tongue, and a hint of regret emerged in his heart.
Lin Mu didn’t notice the change in Yan Xuanjing’s, and his emotions had always come and gone like the wind. It was only because he continued to stay next to Yan Xuanjing that he was a little distracted.
He turned his head to meet Yan Xuanjing’s line of sight and said, “I’m going to dig up some Morning Dusk.”
Yan Xuanjing slightly paused, “for?’
“To prepare as gifts,” Lin Mu answered, and turned to head down the stairs.
When he left, he found out that Yan Xuanjing had followed him.
“What are you following me for?” Lin Mu asked doubtfully
Yan Xuanjing answered like it was something logical, “you seem to be sick.”
“……”
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So you would take care of the patient?
You’re really great, fox spirit.
Lin Mu wanted to jump up and smack Yan Xuanjing on the head, “I’m not sick, you can continue to keep standing on guard.”
Yan Xuanjing was vaguely aware of Lin Mu’s abnormal emotions, and he looked at Lin Mu’s back as he aggressively thumped down the stairs, thought for a bit, but still kept up with him.
Lin Mu seemed to be a little angry, but as for the reason why he would be angry, Yan Xuanjing couldn’t understand at all.
But it seemed that he was the one who made Lin Mu angry.
The fox spirit followed behind Lin Mu, watched him take a small spade, a small trailer, and a few empty flower pots out of the house.
Di Xiu was reading a bedtime story to the Dragon Vein and the little monsters, and his original body was moving without any wind, causing his branches and leaves to collide which made rustling sounds. It was quite scary in the middle of the night.
Yan Xuanjing watched Lin Mu who was walking in front of him, glanced across the many mechanisms and the dark and cramped dark areas that areas that appeared because of Di Xiu’s power, raised his hand, and before Lin Mu could step into the illusion weaved by Di Xiu, cut off all contact between Lin Mu and Di Xiu’s power.
The sound of Di Xiu reading the story paused, and he looked over.
He saw the nine-tailed fox who nodded to him in greeting, and then continued to follow behind the trailer Lin Mu was pulling with slow and steady steps.
Lin Mu’s arms were full of things, and he was even dragging a small trailer. Even if he had great strength, it was still a little difficult for him to walk.
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Yan Xuanjing also didn’t realise it and just felt that Lin Mu was walking a little slowly. He had to let him take two steps before he could follow along the clanging little trailer.
Di Xiu looked at Yan Xuanjing, and looked at his own son, and was puzzled by their current circumstances.
Lin Mu was oblivious, and stuck the small trailer between the courtyard gate, went out with an empty flower pot in his arms and bent down to dig up the Morning Dusk.
Yan Xuanjing went around the small trailer and watched him reach down with a shovel, and just as he wanted to say something, he saw that the Morning Dusk touched by the shovel had withered away.
“The Morning Dusk needs to be dug by hand.” Yan Xuanjing said.
It was possible to loosen the soil with tools, but to dig it out depended on one’s own hands, just like the spiritual medication.
The fox spirit rolled up his sleeves and tied them, then squatted down beside Lin Mu, “how many do you want to dig up?”
Lin Mu used the shovel to loosen the soil and thought for a bit, “how about six, to protect six ways from Sunday.”1
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Yan Xuanjing nodded, and his long beautiful fingers suddenly became as sharp as a knife, and he dug up a whole part of the soil with two Morning Dusk just as easily as he would rip apart a piece of paper.
He placed the flowers and the soil into the empty pot beside him and asked, “who is it for?”
Lin Mu hesitated for a moment and said, “I…… have two uncles. ”
Yan Xuanjing’s actions paused.
Uncles.
— At least from the poker table’s point of view, Qin Chuan hadn’t had much good luck.
That would mean Lin Mu’s human relatives on his mother’s side.
After all, he was an unlucky little fella that would be caught by taking a stroll outside to contain the overflowing Yellow River in his hometown.
“I haven’t heard you mention them before.” Yan Xuanjing said.
Di Wu felt that the level of unluckiness Qin Chuan, this little idiot, had, if he was left outside own his own for too long, soon, they probably wouldn’t know where to find him anymore.
“There wasn’t any need to mention them, I still have a grandfather.” Lin Mu watched as Yan Xuanjing quickly dug up the six Morning Dusk and placed them into the empty pot, and after that, the fox spirit slowly stand down on the floor and looked very attentive.
“I don’t know what they’re thinking either.” Lin Mu said softly, “except for the times I saw them on the news or television, I’ve only seen my grandfather once in my life, my second uncle once, and I’ve never seen my first uncle before.”
And the only time he saw his grandfather, he had a very bad impression of him.
After five years, Lin Mu still remembered his condescending appearance.
“Actually, even if he didn’t have that attitude, I wouldn’t have minded either way.” Just remembering that time made Lin Mu a little angry, “for so many years, he had never asked about my mother and I, and after my mother left, I never had any intention of finding him, or to even go and claim kinship. I just wanted to peacefully send my mother away, but he came, and didn’t even give my mother a single glance.”
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Lin Mu really couldn’t understand.
Although one part of his childhood parents was missing, his childhood didn’t lack love.
His mother loved him very much, and also showed a lot of affection for him. Even if he didn’t have a fatherly role in his childhood, he never felt as if he was lacking anything in his life.
So Lin Mu really couldn’t understand why there would be relatives that got along like this.
Even if it was the way Yan Xuanjing and Yan Gui mutually tried to trip each other, one could also see the tacit understanding and closeness between them.
But from his grandfather, Lin Mu couldn’t see the slightest bit at all.
What warmth and understanding between relatives, there wasn’t any at all.
“Neither one of my Uncles came.” Lin Mu looked at the pots of Morning Dusk and pursed his lips, “but they seemed to have been helping me secretly.”
Since he had actually received this favour, then he would certainly repay it.
But if one wanted to call it being close, it really couldn’t be called that at all.
How could it be considered close? Lin Mu didn’t even have a way to contact them, and in terms of familiarity, they weren’t even as familiar with him as Di Wu was, and he only knew him for three months.
“When my mother and I first came here, I didn’t know much yet, and my mother suffered a lot, but nobody came out to help.” Lin Mu supported his cheek.
At that time, this village wasn’t even considered a suburb of A City, transportation wasn’t convenient, and it was a backwater place.
People living in backwater areas didn’t have a high education, and it was impossible to reason with them.