Chapter 85 My Heart is a Bird of the Wilderness
Han Daoen fastened his seatbelt and then handed the vanilla milk to the passenger in the front seat.
He had just bought it from Starbucks, and it was still hot to the touch. Han Yunxing held the cup with both hands, tilting his head as he chatted with Han Daoen.
During this period, Han Daoen needed to conduct on-site inspections in Busan for a resort project. Coincidentally, Han Yunxing's recent schedule had just ended, so the siblings decided to take their annual leave in Busan this year.
Their next vacation destination is a village house with traditional folk customs by the Busan seaside. There are only a few houses around, making it very quiet and suitable for a relaxing vacation.
"Should we invite your friends over?" Han Daoen would need two or three days to inspect the construction site, and he was worried that his sister would be bored if she stayed alone.
Han Yunxing pouted and said, "I'm not a child."
Han Daoen can have a great time even when she's working.
Although outsiders might say Han Yunxing is successful, in Han Daoen's eyes, she will always be that little kid who follows behind her.
Taking advantage of the red light, he pressed down on Han Yunxing's head: "You still say you're not a child? Who was it that complained about the taste of medicine when they were sick last time?"
Han Daoen went on and on about old grievances, and Han Yunxing really wanted all his company's employees to hear how talkative their boss was in private.
However, despite her reluctance, Han Yunxing actually enjoyed the care she received from Han Daoen.
She sat there obediently, listening to Han Daoen talk about taking care of her health and not opening the door to strangers, nodding her head slightly.
Seeing Han Daoen start telling her to be careful and not to light a fire alone in the yard, Han Yunxing felt embarrassed: "Oppa, is that how you see me?!"
Han Daoen gripped the steering wheel and said awkwardly, "You'll definitely like the fire too. It's easy to burn your hair when you start it up."
After all, this was a lesson he had learned from his own experience.
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Han Yunxing looked at Han Daoen with a face full of embarrassment, her eyes filled with pleading for help.
Starting a fire in the stove was so difficult; when she blew on the flames, ash flew all over her face.
Han Daoen crossed his arms, circled her once, took out his phone to record her kitten-like appearance, and smiled so hard that his teeth were showing.
Under Han Yunxing's resentful gaze, his laughter gradually stopped. Han Daoen took out a handkerchief from his pocket, squatted down, and patted his sister's face.
Her brother's love was too heavy. Han Yunxing felt like her face was going to be rubbed raw. She quickly took the handkerchief, turned around, and wiped her face in front of the phone screen.
"Yunxing, you have to use this next time." Han Daoen sat down on the stool in front of the stove and waved the fan and lighter in his hand at Han Yunxing.
He used pliers to tidy up the embers in the stove, picked up a handful of pine needles from beside him and stuffed them in. Then flames shot out from the igniter, licking the pine needles. The brown leaves turned into orange-red specks and fell down. He raised a fan to blow air through the fire.
The damp, cold winter wind gradually dissipated, and the warmth of the heating system swept across the open space. Seeing the fire start, Han Daoen leaned back on the stool and gave Han Yunxing a smug look.
Han Yunxing stretched out her hands, feeling the warmth from the rising flames, and sighed softly, "So comfortable."
Thinking of something, Han Daoen turned to the side and gestured to Han Yunxing to take something out of his pocket.
Han Yunxing's hand emerged from her pocket, and she opened her hand, revealing several packets of flame coloring agent in her palm.
She randomly picked a packet and threw it into the stove. Instantly, purple flames rose and writhed amidst the exclamations of the brother and sister.
"Wow--"
"Isn't it interesting?" Han Daoen imitated Han Yunxing by moving the stool forward and getting closer to the stove to look at the fire.
He turned his head and noticed his sister's eyes, which were brighter than firelight, and her features were incredibly gentle.
It was worth it for him to visit three stores to buy the magic powder that could change the color of the flames.
These past two days, Han Daoen went out for field investigations, leaving early and returning late, and his work only came to an end at the beginning of the new year.
Han Daoen had ordered the ingredients well in advance, and they had been prepared before they arrived; all that was left was the final cooking step.
Han Daoen had no intention of letting his sister near the stove. Before entering the kitchen, he sent Han Yunxing back to the porch to arrange flowers.
While Han Daoen was away at work these past two days, Han Yunxing, having nothing better to do, decorated the village house, pasting Spring Festival couplets on the door and hanging lanterns under the eaves in the style of the New Year.
As night falls, the sky turns blue and merges with the distant sea. Smoke rises from a corner of the cottage courtyard, drifting under the golden and red lanterns before disappearing. Clusters of flowers are spread on the wooden floor of the porch. Han Yunxing holds flowers in one hand and trims the branches with the other, filling the glass vase to the brim.
Kwon Ji-yong drove over from his parents' house. As soon as he got out of the car, he shook off his fatigue.
The courtyard was decorated with lanterns and colorful flowers, but under the bright moon and gentle breeze, his eyes were only on the person holding a flower and waving to him.
The flames exploded under the high temperature, scattering into tiny sparks. A muffled bang came from the furnace, much like the missed heartbeat of his heart at that moment. Kwon Ji-yong suddenly wanted to hug her, so he opened his arms.
The next moment, Han Yunxing walked through the corridor and rushed into his arms, carrying a faint and fragrant scent.
She wrapped her arms around Kwon Ji-yong's neck, reached out and tucked a red camellia behind his ear, and whispered a cheerful laugh in his ear: "Kwon Ji-yong, Happy New Year!"
Infected by her happiness, Kwon Ji-yong chuckled softly as he pressed his forehead against hers.
He saw himself in her bright eyes.
He kissed her, his breath mingling with the fragrance of flowers: "Happy New Year."
"Cough cough cough—"
Han Yunxing shuddered and pulled away from Quan Zhilong's embrace.
Han Daoen appeared beside the two, holding a shovel, and deliberately made a loud cough.
He knew it was Kwon Ji-yong when he saw the car come in. He had originally planned to give the young couple some space, but seeing his sister run towards Kwon Ji-yong, he felt a pang of sadness. With that thought, he walked out.
What a terrible mistake in choosing friends!
Under Han Daoen's gaze, Kwon Ji-yong casually patted Han Yoon-sung's head and said with a smile, "I'll go help."
In fact, Han Daoen didn't dare let Quan Zhilong do any work, for fear of ruining the ingredients that had been airlifted over.
He glanced at the person who was helping him carry the plates and watch the fire, his gaze falling on the big red flower by his ear, and snorted: "Your current hairstyle doesn't even look shabby with that big red flower."
Kwon Ji-yong smiled and touched his temple, revealing bright white teeth.
First, she explained to him that it was a camellia, then raised her eyebrows smugly: "As long as Yunxing likes it."
Han Daoen, with a cold expression, tossed the wok while stir-frying vegetables.
There were only three people, and dinner wasn't extravagant, but Han Daoen was a very good cook. After dinner, the three of them sat together in front of the fire to warm themselves and digest their food.
Suddenly, Han Yunxing grabbed their hands: "Want to play Uno?"
Moving to the porch, Han Yoon-sung found playing cards inside the house and sat down next to Kwon Ji-yong.
Following the clockwise order of the seats, each person draws 7 cards in turn. The cards are in four colors: red, yellow, blue, and green, and are divided into three types: number cards, function cards, and wild cards.
The next player must play a card of the same suit, number, or function as the previous player. If they have none of these, they can play a wild card; otherwise, they must draw a card themselves. The first player to play their last card wins, and the last player to play all their cards loses.
"The loser gets a flick on the forehead."
After Han Yunxing determined the punishment rules, the three-person card game began.
Han Daoen has a strong card counting ability, but unfortunately Han Yunxing and Quan Zhilong are each other's left and right players, making the two-against-one game a back-and-forth affair.
Once again, Kwon Ji-yong finished his hand of cards and blew on his fingers: "Sorry, Dawn."
After a muffled thud, Han Daoen covered his forehead and waved his hand, saying, "No, I have to play seriously now."
Next, Han Daoen seemed to be blessed by the god of luck, calling out "uno" first in every hand and successfully finishing his hand.
But every time he punished them, Han Yoon-sung and Kwon Ji-yong would just stare at him longingly, so in the end he basically went easy on them, just lightly swishing each of them on the forehead.
Of course, he let it go after flicking Quan Zhilong's forehead a few times, as he holds grudges very much.
After playing a few rounds of Uno, Han Daoen received a price list on his phone. It was Chinese New Year, and he didn't want to deal with the message immediately, but after glancing at Kwon Ji-yong who had come all the way over, he got up and went back to his room to work.
After he left, Han Yoon-sung picked up the cards on the ground and tugged at Kwon Ji-yong's sleeve: "Oppa, let's play that eye contact game."
The two of them hadn't even faced off against each other in the previous Uno match. Seeing the desire in Han Yoon-sung's eyes to beat him, Kwon Ji-yong smiled and nodded.
As the match began, Han Yunxing stared intently at the person opposite her, her eyes slightly stinging, her cheeks puffed out like a little goldfish.
Han Yunxing didn't even need to make a face; Kwon Jiyong, who had a very low threshold for laughter, lowered his head, covered his face, and laughed, "I lost."
Watching Han Yunxing breathe on the left and then on the right side of her fingers, Kwon Jiyong leaned against the wall and reached out to rub her head: "Be gentle."
Han Yunxing: "I want something heavy."
Upon hearing this, Kwon Ji-yong did not resist. He chuckled and obediently offered his face to her, closing his eyes.
"Pop—"
Suddenly, a warm touch landed on his forehead, and Kwon Ji-yong opened his eyes abruptly, meeting Han Yoon-sung's sly smile.
Seeing the stunned person, Han Yunxing proudly spread out her palms: "I fooled you, didn't I? kkk"
Kwon Ji-yong immediately straightened his posture: "You wait, I'm going to hit you hard too."
Despite having a very low threshold for laughter, he managed to make Han Yunxing retreat step by step. One warm kiss after another landed heavily on Han Yunxing's forehead, and she listlessly rested her head on Quan Zhilong's shoulder: she originally wanted to tease Quan Zhilong, but ended up being teased back at him.
Feeling the slight tremor on her forehead, Han Yunxing hugged Kwon Jiyong, who was laughing uncontrollably, and vigorously squeezed him.
Kwon Ji-yong leaned against the wall, letting her do as she pleased. His collar became loose, revealing his well-defined collarbone and chest muscles.
Han Yunxing had every reason to believe that Kwon Ji-yong was deliberately tempting her, but she stepped into the trap without hesitation, curiously reaching out her hand: "Military training is truly amazing."
Kwon Ji-yong sat with his legs crossed, straightened his crooked collar, and grabbed Han Yoon-sung's fidgeting hand, interlocking their fingers.
I can't touch it anymore.
Although Han Daoen outwardly expressed her dislike and frequently asked Kwon Ji-yong when he would be home, all three of them thoroughly enjoyed their long-awaited vacation.
During this time, Kwon Ji-yong heard that Han Dao-en was going to develop a resort nearby. He gave the project a score of 120 out of 100 and kept hoping that Han Dao-en would hurry up and start working on it.
However, none of the three of them were thinking about work or what would happen after their vacation; they were completely immersed in the leisurely life of their holiday.
They had seen the murky sea in winter, walked through snow-covered forests, danced around the fireplace at night, and greeted each other with good morning at dawn.
In short, I had a very happy holiday.
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The author says: My heart is a bird of the wilderness, and it has found its sky in your eyes.
—Rabindranath Tagore, *The Gardener*
Sweeten things up, goodnight! [Rabbit head with upright ears]
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