Flying Dust

Flying Dust [Fei Chen]

Chapter 59 Part 2

“If you want me to be your big brother Lu (Lu Dage), then don’t go down and search for her. Go back to your bed now and sleep, so we can get up early tomorrow and hurry up on our journey.”

 

Mo Fei Chen swallowed his saliva, whether what Lu Qingmo said was true or not, he still went back to the bed with his stiffened body. The only thing he was glad of was that there were two beds in this guest room, otherwise he wouldn’t have known what to do. 

 

But he still couldn’t sleep under the quilt. Lu Qingmo’s breath and body heat still seemed to linger on his body, making his heart palpitate at the thought of it.

 

As if Lu Qingmo knew he couldn’t sleep, he suddenly gave a small laugh.

 

The sound was so gentle that Mo Fei Chen’s nervous nerves suddenly relaxed.

 

“What are you laughing at?”

 

“I’m laughing at the fact that you really think I’m going to do something to you ah? you, this idiot. If I really wanted to do something to you, why would I wait until now?” The laugh in his voice intensified, with an undetected slight hint of self-mocking.

 

Mo Fei Chen immediately felt like he himself was an idiot too, “Is it fun to fool me…?”

 

“Don’t worry, I’ll bet with you that tomorrow you will still be able to see your precious sister.”

 

Sure enough, the next day when he woke up, he saw Qu Xiruo sitting at the table downstairs waiting for the two of them, just as Lu Qingmo had said.

 

“Lu Dage, Mo Shao Xia, I ordered some breakfast, however I don’t know if it’s to your liking.” Qu Xiruo smiled, her beautiful and charming face was a little shy, as if she was afraid of being rejected.

 

Mo Fei Chen complained in his heart, ‘I am also your big brother, why don’t you call me that?’

 

Lu Qingmo didn’t respond to her, he just sat down and ate the pastries she ordered and then spoke some words to Mo Fei Chen.

 

“Xiandi, let’s not rush this morning, shall we?”

 

Although previously it had been delayed for a few days at Yu Lin Sect, Mo Fei Chen wanted to leave the mountain pass as soon as possible, without stopping, but since Lu Qingmo said he wanted to rest for half a day, he, as his little brother, still had to nod his head and agree.

 

Lu Qingmo casually wiped his hands and put one hand on Mo Fei Chen’s shoulder, “Let’s go, I’ll take you to have a good time!”

 

Mo Fei Chen was still thinking about how they were going to have a good time when his eyes caught Qu Xiruo’s lonely eyes.

 

Ei, you can like whoever it is, yet you insist and have to like Lu Qingmo? 

 

Qu Xiruo followed behind them, and it seemed that Lu Qingmo wanted him to follow, neither did he use qing qong, nor did he walk too fast.

 

“Here we are, I remember there is a small  service trade shop here.”

 

Mo Fei Chen looked up and followed the other party’s eyes and saw the three big words 极乐轩 (which means the Pavilion of Ultimate Bliss). Suddenly, his temples went pit-a-pat since he was pulled by Lu Qingmo and his whole soul flew up, so he hurriedly grabbed the door with both hands and used all of his strength.

 

“If you want to go in, just go in! I’ll wait for you at the front door!” What a joke, If Yunfeng found out about this, he would be hung up and beaten.

 

“Let’s go——” Lu Qingmo laughed softly as he poured his internal force into his shoulders, then Mo Fei Chen’s hands loosened as if he had been electrocuted, and then he was dragged in immediately afterwards.

 

He saw Qu Xiruo across the door with tears in her eyes as she looked extremely pitiful. 

 

As soon as Lu Qingmo walked in, a boy in a cyan unlined long garment greeted him, “Young Master Lu, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you!

 

Mo Fei Chen trembled, after all this time, so Lu Qingmo is a regular visitor here?

 

“Hn, it’s been more than a year since I saw you and you’ve grown more and more attractive.” Lu Qingmo took the boy’s chin as his eyes darted around. It was the first time that Mo Fei Chen had seen such an expression on Lu Qingmo’s face, moreover, it was to such a young man. His heart suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. The other party’s arm was resting on his shoulder and they were like brothers. 

 

“This is my sworn brother, this is his first time out to play.” Lu Qingmo touched his head, like he was touching a puppy’s head. 

 

“He he, I can tell it’s his first time coming here, so how about I arrange some guqin music for you?”

 

Lu Qingmo nodded his head, “That’s right ah, don’t scare him.”

 

Mo Fei Chen knew that Lu Qingmo was a frequent visitor to the ladies’ parlours and knew that there were such things as service trade shops, but it was a different feeling to personally see it. The two of them were led to a room where two young men dressed in white came in with wine and sat on both sides of Lu Qingmo and Mo Fei Chen.

 

Mo Fei Chen’s whole back was arched since he was afraid that one of them might touch him. It was as if Lu Qingmo could see this, he kept his arm around him and Mo Fei Chen’s head was almost resting on his shoulder.

 

One of the teenagers laughed, “Why do I feel that Young Master Lu doesn’t need our company at all, you just need to hold your sworn brother in your arms and have a drink then you’ll be happy?”

 

Mo Fei Chen lowered his head, he was about to get angry.

 

Lu Qingmo smiled but did not answer, only slipping his fingers around Mo Fei Chen’s neck in a teasing yet reassuring way.

 

At this moment, a man in white came in with a qin or guqin (a seven-stringed plucked instrument in some ways similar to the zither) on his back, without saying anything else, he just sat down at a distance as he put the zither down and played it with his fingers. At once, the elegant sound of guqin was heard, only then Mo Fei Chen’s nervousness was eased for the most part.

 

He looked up at the man playing the guqin, his face was not having any seductive appearance nor of lowly (humble) origin, his fingers were moving like floating clouds and flowing water—natural and spontaneous. The moment he looked at the angle of his eyes suddenly made Mo Fei Chen’s heart tremble.

 

He looked… a little like Jun Wushuang, it was just that he didn’t have his kind of sharpness and wickedness in it.

 

But the feeling of calmness was just like the long, long time ago Jun Wushuang who was not the Sect Leader of Jing Shui Sect in Mo Fei Chen’s heart.

 

Suddenly he felt that he was very foolish, but now when he thought about it, he unexpectedly did not hate Jun Wushuang, he even had some hidden feelings of tender affection in it.