Chapter 61 He wanted to see you... Actually, he also had some feelings for Xiao Bumian...
The next morning.
The morning light from the sea streamed through the window, gently illuminating Akemi's face with a touch of warmth.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.
I don't know if it's because I'm finally getting used to the ship's rocking or for some other reason, but the dizziness and nausea I felt a few days ago have mostly subsided.
Although he was still feeling a bit weak, Mingjian's spirits had improved considerably.
He sat up and rubbed his temples, looking somewhat bewildered.
Did he have a dream last night? In his dream, he seemed to see Xiao Bumian and even hear his voice.
Mingjian subconsciously looked at the door, which was tightly closed, just as it had been before he went to sleep the night before. The window was also properly closed.
"He must have been sleeping too much."
Mingjian said in a low voice, shaking his head, attributing the absurd dream to a hallucination caused by excessive discomfort.
Xiao Bumian is at Jianming Immortal Mountain, how could he possibly be here?
Mingjian suppressed the inexplicable sense of loss in his heart.
Just then, Gu Zhi's lazy voice came from outside the door, accompanied by a half-hearted knock, "Mingjian, are you awake? Song Heyu cooked some congee, would you like to come out and eat?"
Mingjian responded, threw off the covers and got out of bed, deciding to stop thinking about that inexplicable dream. He straightened his clothes and went out the door.
The two walked side by side toward the banquet boat.
Gu Zhi rested her hands behind her head, a blade of grass she'd plucked from somewhere dangling from her mouth, and sighed, "This lousy waterway has absolutely no spiritual energy. Even the Spirit Mirror is now useless. I was hoping to find some new storybooks to pass the time."
Mingjian wasn't as upset as him, since his body hadn't fully recovered and whether or not he had the Lingxi Mirror made little difference to him.
He nodded and asked, "I brought a few books with me. Would you like to read them?"
Gu Zhi suddenly stopped in her tracks, her eyes wide with surprise. "Really?"
Mingjian nodded seriously, "Of course it's true."
Gu Zhi nodded repeatedly like a puppy that had found a bone, excited but feeling as if he had forgotten to tell Ming Jian something important. However, this thought only lingered in his mind for a few seconds before being swept away by the anticipation of the conversation book and completely forgotten.
Just as they were about to reach the entrance of the banquet boat on the cloud-shaped boat, Gu Zhi suddenly slapped her forehead and exclaimed in realization, "Oh right! I forgot to tell you—"
Almost simultaneously, Mingjian reached out and pushed open the door of the banquet hall.
In an instant, the sea breeze carrying a faint aroma of tea rushed in, and the morning light outlined the scene inside the cabin. And Mingjian's gaze, without deliberate deviation, met a pair of smiling eyes that he knew all too well.
The man, dressed in a moon-white robe, sat leisurely by the window, his fingertips casually toying with a teacup, as if he belonged there.
Gu Zhi's belated second half of the sentence finally drifted slowly into Mingjian's ears: "—Xie Hanwei has also arrived."
Mingjian: "..."
He said it couldn't be his imagination!
He forced himself to remain calm, ignoring Xiao Bumian's piercing gaze that seemed to pin him to the spot, and casually turned to Song Heyu, trying to mask his inner turmoil with casual conversation, "Senior Brother Song, what are you having for breakfast this morning?"
"Porridge and some light side dishes." Song Heyu said gently, smiling as she looked him over. "Junior Brother looks much better today than yesterday."
Mingjian gave a vague reply, but his mind was racing uncontrollably.
So he really didn't dream last night; Xiao Bumian really did come! Then his body felt inexplicably much better today, probably because Xiao Bumian secretly fed him something.
As they were talking, Shi Lian and Xie Linzhao entered the banquet boat one after the other. Immediately afterward, the female cultivators from the Hehuan Sect also gracefully entered.
Yun Hanyi's gaze swept over the unfamiliar face of Xiao Bumian, a hint of curiosity flashing in her eyes, and she asked softly, "And this gentleman is...?"
"Oh." Song Heyu naturally responded and introduced him to them, "He is also a disciple of our Jianming Immortal Mountain, named Xie Hanwei. We met him this morning when the cloud boat stopped in Liucheng. I didn't expect that Junior Brother Xie has been training outside for the past six months. He just finished his mission in Liucheng and wanted to travel with us to Qiyun Town."
Upon hearing this, Yun Hanyi nodded knowingly. It was perfectly normal for fellow disciples to look after each other when traveling.
None of the people on the boat had yet reached the stage of fasting, so they sat down together to have breakfast.
Ming Jian casually sat down next to Xiao Bumian, pretended to pick up the serving chopsticks, and served him a few bites of light side dishes, saying in a low voice, "Have some?"
Xiao Bumian blinked gently, showing great courtesy by silently eating all the food that Mingjian had put on her plate.
However, he didn't eat much.
Mingjian looked at his pale profile and the faint shadows under his eyes, and couldn't help but lean closer, whispering in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Xie Hanwei, have you... lost weight?"
Moreover, he looked listless and lacked energy.
Mingjian muttered to himself, "Why does this seasickness have to come in shifts?" But then he remembered that last night seemed to be a full moon night, and he immediately understood. It must be that suppressing the demonic energy had taken a lot of his energy.
Upon hearing this, Xiao Bumian's lips curved into a slight smile, and his eyebrows and eyes seemed to be tinged with a faint smile because of Mingjian's question.
He thought for a moment before answering softly, "There shouldn't be."
It's true that he's feeling quite unwell right now.
Suddenly, he turned his head, closing the distance between himself and Mingjian without warning, their noses almost touching. He tilted his head, his beautiful eyes filled with a serious inquiry, and asked in a low voice, "Will I be ugly if I lose weight?"
Mingjian was taken aback by his sudden approach, but she continued to lie through her teeth without changing her expression, and put another piece of food on his plate, saying, "Just a little bit."
In fact, the truth is quite the opposite. Xiao Bumian's sickly appearance, which makes her seem fragile and vulnerable, has a breathtaking beauty, like a priceless piece of white porcelain with a tiny crack, making her even more eye-catching and evoking pity.
"All right."
Xiao Bumian nodded and ate all the dishes that Mingjian had piled up for him, almost a small mountain of food.
He remembered how Mingjian's eyes would always become dreamy and focused whenever he kissed him, so he figured Mingjian's looks were probably not bad. What if he lost weight and became unattractive, and Mingjian went off to find someone else?
So he'd better just listen to what Ming said.
Xiao Bumian thought to himself.
Seeing that he had actually eaten the mountain of vegetables, Ming felt a strange sense of accomplishment in successfully feeding him.
He simply forgot that Xiao Bumian used to fall asleep for a long time just by eating a spiritual fruit, let alone this small plate of real food.
Sure enough, not long after, Xiao Bumian rested her chin on her hand, her eyelashes drooping, and a layer of drowsy mist clouded her beautiful eyes. Looking at Mingjian, her voice was soft and indistinct, "Mingjian, I'm so sleepy..."
Mingjian's heart skipped a beat, fearing that Xiao Bumian might suddenly fall asleep anywhere.
He quickly stood up, pulled Xiao Bumian up, and hurriedly said to the others at the table, "He's not feeling well, let's go back to our rooms to rest."
After saying that, he almost half-supported and half-dragged Xiao Bumian away from the banquet boat.
Once they left, Gu Zhi scratched his head and looked at Song Heyu with a puzzled expression. "Hey, what were Mingjian and Xie Hanwei whispering about so closely just now?"
Song Heyu shook her head, "I didn't hear you clearly."
He hadn't noticed, but he was used to it. "We haven't seen each other for more than half a year, so we must have a lot to talk about."
He sighed softly, his tone carrying a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion or reflection) that was difficult for others to understand.
Gu Zhi: "...?"
He blinked, even more puzzled. "Why are you sighing?"
Then she steered the conversation back to the main topic, "But seriously, don't you think the atmosphere between Mingjian and Xie Hanwei is a little strange?"
Song Heyu was silent for a moment, then looked at Gu Zhi again with an almost pitying gaze, and sincerely doubted, "Sometimes I really don't know whether to say you have bad eyesight or are just slow-witted. I also don't know why Master would take you as a disciple in the first place."
Gu Zhi understood what he meant and said, "Song Heyu, are you mocking me?"
Song Heyu didn't deny it, but just glanced at him indifferently, "I thought you couldn't even tell that."
Gu Zhi: “…………”
Sitting to the side, Yun Hanyi listened to their conversation and couldn't help but cover her mouth with her sleeve and chuckle, saying, "Those two young men just now seemed to like each other."
Gu Zhi froze on the spot.
—
The midday sun was just right, warm but not scorching, and it gently streamed through the porthole of the cloud boat. The light fell into Xiao Bumian's slightly hazy pupils due to drowsiness, and Ming Jian's handsome face was clearly reflected in his clear eyes.
Xiao Bumian was getting sleepier and sleepier, and he wanted to hold Mingjian while he slept.
Mingjian shook his arm, then waved his hand gently in front of his eyes, and asked softly, "Why did you come here?"
Xiao Bumian was so sleepy that his thoughts were sluggish. He didn't know how to describe it, but the emotion that naturally welled up in his heart when he saw Mingjian was "happiness." Moreover, he could sense that Mingjian was also happy to see him.
He grunted, describing it bluntly and blankly, "I don't know, I just want to see you."
It felt as if something had gently bumped into the softest part of my heart, followed by an uncontrollable flutter.
A faint blush spread uncontrollably across Mingjian's cheeks, and even the tips of his ears began to burn.
This wasn't the first time he'd heard Xiao Bumian say something like that.
But he still blinked very, very lightly.
The heartbeat in my chest was like a drum, thumping loudly and clearly, deafeningly so.
On this vast ocean, isolated from all spiritual energy, they were no different from ordinary mortals. Those things he had once attributed to external forces—the so-called love potions, the possible spells—had lost all power and justification at this moment.
Mingjian felt his own heartbeat, eliminating all possibilities related to magic and immortal cultivation.
He decided to overturn his previous conclusion.
He always thought that the involuntary heart palpitations he felt when he occasionally saw Xiao Bumian were the work of that damned lovesickness curse.
He thought that the faint pain and sadness he felt while looking at Xiao Bumian's fragmented memories was simply because Xiao Bumian was so pitiful. He thought that anyone else would feel pity for him.
He thought that every time the system gave him a task related to Xie Linzhao, he would subconsciously resist it because he didn't like the version of himself in the original story that the system described as being willing to do anything for Xie Linzhao.
But now, looking into Xiao Bumian's beautiful eyes, Mingjian suddenly understood many things.
If the person in the memory fragments were Xie Linzhao, he might just feel sentimental, but he wouldn't die for Xie Linzhao. After all, even though he was just a cat in the memory fragments, he didn't want to feel pain.
His rejection actually concealed another thought: Xiao Bumian likes him. If he really treats Xie Linzhao well, will Xiao Bumian be very sad if she finds out?
He would feel a secret pleasure because of Xiao Bumian's sudden appearance.
I will be sad because Xiao Bumian is injured.
On some ordinary morning, when I wake up and see the sleeping face of the person next to me, I want to stay in bed a little longer.
Does this mean that,
Actually, he did have a little bit of a crush on Xiao Bumian.
The thought, like sunlight breaking through the clouds, suddenly became clear and intensely bright.
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