Luo Jiujiang remained silent for a long time, probably because he was very angry.
Han Qianling looked at the Buddhist beads in his hand, and a slight sense of loss rose in his heart, which in the blink of an eye was twisted into more intense negative malice.
"Is there nothing you like?" Luo Jiujiang suddenly asked, and even imitated him by sitting cross-legged. Han Qianling glanced at him and saw that his face was full of seriousness. "Are you sad again? The wind beside you was practically crying just now."
Looking at Luo Jiujiang's calm, clear and unconcerned eyes, Han Qianling was speechless for a moment.
"If there's really nothing you like, then is there anything you don't dislike?" Luo Jiujiang reached out and picked up the string of Buddhist beads that Han Qianling had placed in his palm. "Do you dislike the beads I gave you?"
“…”
Han Qianling shook his head.
"Besides that, what else is there that you don't dislike?"
Han Qianling lowered his head. After a moment, he spoke. His voice was muffled and awkward, as if he was learning to speak for the first time. He even refused to look up to meet Luo Jiujiang's eyes. "You. I... I don't hate you."
Luo Jiujiang blinked, and soon smiled happily at Han Qianling's answer: "That's easy - just wait a moment!" He turned around and ran out of Han Qianling's hut, forgetting even to pick up the kite on the ground. Han Qianling looked at his flying back, and suddenly he was not sure whether he would come back.
Luo Jiujiang did not leave and not come back. He ran away and ran back. The sweat on his forehead stuck to a strand of hair, but his eyes were as bright as water. He smiled very happily and changed into a new blue suit.
"How is it?" He turned around in front of Han Qianling. "You don't feel disgusted now, do you? I changed into the new clothes my mother made for me. Do they look better?"
Han Qianling nodded.
Luo Jiujiang moved closer and pulled his sleeves to show him: "They say I look more energetic in this dress - look, isn't this dress annoying?"
"Not at all." He wasn't being accommodating, nor was he lying. On Luo Jiujiang, this exquisite garment was pure blue, without a single tinge of the disturbing red. Han Qianling reached out and touched it, finding himself calming down even faster than usual.
Luo Jiujiang whistled proudly, and pulled out a bundle from behind him like he was presenting a treasure. He shook it open, revealing a blue dress exactly like the one he was wearing. "My mother made two of them. We're about the same size, so if I can wear it, you can definitely wear it too."
After saying this, he took out a packet of snacks wrapped in oil paper from his pocket and said, "This is my favorite sweet-scented osmanthus cake. Try one. It might be delicious and popular too."
He piled the clothes and cakes in front of Han Qianling and squatted down happily. "If I have clothes I don't dislike, I can have food I don't dislike. If I have beads I don't dislike, I can have kites I don't dislike... There are so many fun things in the world. If you look at them with me, maybe you'll find they're not so annoying."
"...Yes." Han Qianling reached out and touched the clothes. The faint blood mist in his eyes was torn away by the elegant blue color like the creation of the world. At the same time, he smelled the sweet aroma of osmanthus cake. The unprecedented feeling pulled him into a new world. In a short moment, he seemed to have lived again.
It turns out this is blue, and this is sweet.
The boy opposite with a sincere and concerned look was Mingliang.
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This is how Luo Jiujiang taught him the whole world. Because he changed into new blue clothes to see her, he felt the beauty of blue. Because he handed her his favorite snack, he tasted the sweetness of the osmanthus cake.
As he grew older and his inherited memories became more complete, Han Qianling became more accommodating in his dealings with the outside world. He offered guests a seat of honor and responded promptly to others' questions, avoiding awkward silences. However, he could only paint the surface, not the substance. He followed the rules simply because "it was accepted by the world as the right way to do it," unconcerned with what others felt.
The seven islands were inhabited by humans who respected etiquette, so he treated others with courtesy and aloofness, making it impossible for people to find fault with him; the Suzaku Realm was full of demons, who acted based on their strength, so in the eyes of many demons, he was cold and majestic, and a single glance from him without emotion could make them submit and tremble with fear.
These coping methods can change with the situation, just like using a spoon for soup, chopsticks for eating, or changing to a crab dish when crabs arrive. But if these responses to the outside world are tools, then Luo Jiujiang is his heart and organs. The tableware always changes with the dishes, but who can replace a completely new set of organs?
He looks at the world through Luo Jiujiang's eyes, understands the world through Luo Jiujiang's mouth, and digests and integrates things through Luo Jiujiang's joy and surprise. Jiujiang is his only anchor in the three thousand worlds and an inseparable part of his life.
Han Qianling came back to his senses from his reverie and stroked his sky-blue cuffs embroidered with intricate patterns, just as he remembered.
He likes blue clothes very much.
The author has something to say: _(:3∠)_ I have a fever again, and I feel weak all over. I originally wrote this extra chapter because I wanted to be lazy and update less, and rest early, but I didn’t expect that I would still drag it out until this time after putting so much effort into it... I am hopeless qaq
This flu seems to be quite severe. Several patients around me have had it repeatedly. My little angels should take care of their health.
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