Chapter 10

It was snowing from the sky, and the snowflakes fell softly, landing carefully on the shoulders of a little girl who was running around the yard, as if she was looking for something.

"Miss, Miss, it's here." Feicui came around the corner with a seven-foot golden tassel broom, puffing and shouting, "The housekeeper put it in the warehouse."

Feng Huanhuan turned around and walked over, her red cape fluttering. She pushed aside the broom, found Feicui's face, and gently pinched it, "Feicui is getting smarter and smarter. You already know what your lady wants before I tell you."

Feicui raised her little face, full of pride, "Of course, Miss, just one look and I can tell what you want."

Feng Huanhuan stood on tiptoe and took the seven-foot golden spike broom with great effort. Just as she was about to speak, a shadow fell over her head. Then her arms felt empty and she heard a deep voice: "It's not too heavy."

White yard, white night, she looked at him, he looked at her. The snow fell like salt, sticking to his eyelashes, eyebrows, shoulders, wrapping them both in a soft goose down.

At this time, Feng Huanhuan calmed down, lowered her eyes in shame, and muttered softly: "I...I want to expel it."

"I'll help you sweep wherever you want."

Feng Huanhuan pointed to the east, "My yard."

In short, as long as it was Feng Huanhuan's request, he could only spoil her. Feicui followed the two of them, her mouth almost cramped. She couldn't help but recall the scene just now... Mr. Han said it was unreasonable, and the young lady pulled Mr. Han's sleeve and shouted: The rules of Feng Mansion are all set by her... She seriously lied that Mr. Han had already taken the golden broom, and if she didn't go to her yard to remove it, she would be in bad luck next year. Mr. Han had no choice but to be dragged to Huanxin Garden.

Maybe others couldn't notice it, but at this moment, the young lady was happy from the bottom of her heart. Those reserved and polite manners were not as important as the young lady's happiness. Thinking of this, Feicui smiled innocently, so she slowed down her pace and kept a little distance from the two men.

Feng Huanhuan skipped along the way, and when she passed the mortise and tenon bridge over the lotus pond, she suddenly stopped and turned to look at him. "This is my mother's favorite lotus pond, and it was planted by my old man himself. In summer, the entire pond is full of pink lotuses, which is extremely beautiful."

Daddy said that it would be as if Mom had always been at home and had never left them.

At this time, Han Fengci had already stepped forward, not too far away and not too close. He said, "Do you want to see Madam Lang?"

"Of course, I have seen my mother's portrait countless times, and secretly painted it in my mind countless times. Dad said that if she were still alive, she would love me the most. Since she knew she was pregnant with a daughter, she made me many little skirts and bought me many red hairpins for girls." When she said this, Feng Huanhuan's nose was sour and her chest was suffocated. Her eyes were misty and a sad smile rose at the corner of her mouth, "But...but...Mother has never seen me wearing a little skirt."

She stood quietly in the mortise and tenon bridge with her long eyelashes drooping, letting the bone-piercing cold wind cut her face. She could clearly sense the worry in the eyes behind her. So, she raised her head, took a deep breath, turned around with a smile, and said to him: "But my father and brother love me very much. If my mother knew about this, she would be happy."

Han Fengci still looked at her for a long time... He said, "Can I take you to see Madam Lang?"

Feng Huanhuan thought he was trying to comfort her, because she must have been too depressed just now. So, she even laughed in cooperation, "Okay, okay, I will see you in my dream today. Remember to come to my dream, and I will take you to see my mother."

Han Fengci lowered his eyes and looked at the young girl who was forcing a smile, and said seriously: "After the exorcism is completed, I will take you to see your mother."

He was so serious that Feng Huanhuan slowly stopped smiling. The mist in her eyes instantly rose and she choked up and said, "But my mother died. She died when she gave birth to me."

Han Fengci said: "It's just a body. The soul is immortal. After a person dies, the soul will return to the North Sea."

Feng Huanhuan's eyes widened, and she inexplicably trusted him. On second thought, it was probably a way of comforting her. He was well-read and knowledgeable, and he might be able to write about Western witchcraft. After all, the old man in the mansion had been looked for before. Her brother said that when she was one year old, her father went to Yinxu Mountain to invite a wizard with three kowtows and nine bows.

It is said that he is a descendant of the ancient witch tribe and can communicate with spirits. When she was still young, her father took her brother with him. Since that day, her father seemed to have changed into a different person, no longer decadent. Her brother said that mother was very beautiful and gentle, and asked him and father to take good care of her. Unfortunately, the witch tribe had a strange rule that a family could only communicate once.

Even after Han Fengci swept her courtyard clean and the snow on the ground had turned into blue bricks, she still stood there in a daze. It was not until Han Fengci stood in front of her and called out to her for a while that she was pulled back from her thoughts.

"Let's go." Han Fengci said.

Feng Huanhuan was still in a daze at this time, and asked stupidly: "Where are you going?"

"Go find your mother and close your eyes." Han Fengci said.

Feng Huanhuan obediently closed her eyes, her mind was blank. After a moment, she suddenly felt her body lose weight. Before she could scream, when she opened her eyes, the scene in front of her made her mouth half open, unable to utter a word.

The clear blue sky was full of colorful clouds, and the cotton-like clouds were shining with ten-color light. When they looked up, the seven-color rainbow was like an arch bridge, following them all the time, as if it was so close that they could touch it with just a stretch of their hands. She stood in the air with her feet on Lingyun, and Han Fengci held her waist, looking at her at this moment. She swallowed her saliva, and her voice was very restrained: "Am I... am I dreaming again?"

Han Fengci laughed softly, "No."

She still tilted her head back, as if she had not yet recovered from the shock, and looked like she wanted to ask but didn't, which made Han Fengci laugh completely. So, he took the initiative to ask: "Want to ask who I am?"

She nodded, her eyes slightly red. Han Fengci lowered his eyes and looked at Feng Huanhuan in front of him, raised his hand, turned his palm, and slowly emitted a deep blue light. She stared with eyes as big as copper bells, very surprised.

"You...you...are you a god?"

Han Fengci did not respond. His expression was very cold, and his starry eyes were dim. This was not the first time she had seen him like this. He looked like a burning fire that had been extinguished, like he had fallen into an ice hole, like a drowning person lying calmly on the water, with no hope of survival. She did not like it, she really did not like it.

After a while... he finally spoke: "Huan'er, now that you know who I am, can you... can you please not ignore me..."

Even if you lock me up for three thousand years, or thirty thousand years, it's okay, as long as you are the only one who can look at me.

His hoarse voice was heartbreaking, just like the fallen leaves in autumn, which would lose their vitality once they hit the ground. The moment she sensed his brokenness, Feng Huanhuan hurriedly held his hand and said to him sincerely: "I will not ignore you, no matter you are a demon or a human, no matter you are a god or a demon, as long as you are you, I will not ignore you."

Her eyes were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. They were so in the past, and they were so now. At this time, the two of them had landed on a cliff in the sea of ink. When they looked at each other, he saw the panic and a little stiffness in her eyes. But she still pretended to be strong and said to him: "It doesn't matter, as long as you are a good demon, a good devil. Even if you are a bad guy, as long as you don't be bad in the future, it's okay. I won't ignore you."

Her serious look actually made the reserved and cold Han Fengci want to tease her. He deliberately leaned over and got very close to her. He clearly felt a little panic in the little girl's eyes, but she still raised her head and did not hesitate.

He smiled suddenly, stood up straight, raised his hand and tapped her forehead gently, "What are you thinking about, little head?"

"Then you are not a demon?" She was obviously much more relaxed, and happily followed his pace, asking as she ran: "Are you a fairy?"

Han Fengci's smile was even more bewildering. Feng Huanhuan frowned without even raising her head, not even noticing that Han Fengci had already turned around and was waiting for her.

"Ouch——" Feng Huanhuan covered her forehead with her hands, and finally raised her eyes, tilting her head in grievance, "What are you doing?"

He raised his hand and gently stroked her forehead. His expression was panic-stricken, and his anxious eyes were filled with self-blame. He asked over and over again, "Does it still hurt?"

Feng Huanhuan no longer felt any pain, but she still pouted and said, "It hurts!"

Han Fengci frowned as he heard this. He clearly felt his heart being pulled. His black hair fluttered in the rustling mountain wind. He pursed his lips as if he was blaming himself. Even his tone became much colder. "I won't do it again next time."

Behind him was a cliff that even birds could not fly to, but his waves of sadness were sacred. The seeds of regret eroded her, and her heart was like a funnel, with love flowing out madly.

She looked at him and said softly, "Han Fengci, I'm not in pain."

Have you ever seen an eagle circling on a snowy mountain? The remaining snow is falling, and the eagle is circling alone. If he were the eagle, she would be the remaining snow. As long as she could accompany him, it would not matter if she melted.

"Han Fengci, in my eyes, you are you, and you will always be you."

The howling wind was raging, the inky sea was surging, the rocks on the steep cliffs were cracking, Han Fengci's soul was clamoring, his clenched fists were shaking, but he still controlled himself and smiled faintly: "Little fool, I am a god."

But she seemed to have lost her excitement, and even her terrifying look. She looked at him listlessly, a little dejected. He was puzzled and repeated: "I am not a demon."

She raised her little face, with sadness between her eyebrows, bit her lower lip, and said slowly: "It doesn't matter if you are a demon or a god, but I am a human." Seeing that his eyes were full of questions, she continued, very seriously: "It says in the picture book that humans and demons are on different paths, and humans and immortals cannot have offspring. Then how can I marry you?"

Maybe Feng Huanhuan didn't know what this sentence meant to Han Fengci, maybe Feng Huanhuan didn't know that this sentence was engraved deep in Han Fengci's soul, maybe Feng Huanhuan didn't know that Han Fengci had been waiting for this sentence for tens of thousands of years. Han Fengci didn't respond, but just smiled faintly, as if this was his happiest expression.

On the gravel road in the ink sea, Feng Huanhuan tugged at Han Fengci's sleeve and asked relentlessly, "Is it really impossible for humans and gods to be together? Then I will be a god? Can you teach me how to be a god?"

The cold wind smiled but did not answer.

"Can gods and demons be together? I read in a picture book that there are half gods and half demons. But it is unfair to children. They will be discriminated against since childhood."

The cold wind smiled but did not answer.

"Hey, are there a lot of rules in heaven? Will you be punished by thunder if you are discovered by the heavenly court? It's written in the picture book."

Han Fengci suddenly stopped, Feng Huanhuan looked at him in a daze, he leaned over and smiled faintly, "This god is not bound by any heavenly rules."

Feng Huanhuan's eyes suddenly lit up, she jumped happily, shook his arm, and shouted: "You are a powerful god! Right? We can be together, right?"

Even though he never answered her, his faint smile was enough to explain everything.