Chapter 19: Want
Lu Qingmian's fingers were hooked by Jiang Jinyue and gently shaken. Jiang Jinyue was in a good mood, with a smile on his face. His clear eyes were like a spring, with bubbles representing expectation rising from the spring water.
Without Jiang Jinyue noticing, he began to look forward to eating out. In the past, this kind of thing only meant trouble, nightmares and fear to him.
Lu Qingmian looked at the four white wings that were neatly folded behind Jiang Jinyue, "Can you feel when the wings will fold up?"
Jiang Jinyue looked back at his wings, shook them back and forth, and after shaking off all the feathers on the ground, he shook his head, "I can't feel it."
After he finished speaking, Jiang Jinyue looked at Lu Qingmian cautiously, as if he was afraid that Lu Qingmian would be angry. He opened his mouth, but was interrupted by Lu Qingmian before he could say anything.
"Don't say sorry," Lu Qingmian pulled back the finger that Jiang Jinyue had hooked around him. "Jiang Jinyue, if I hear you say sorry again, I'll really get angry."
Jiang Jinyue immediately shut up, covered his mouth with both hands, and nodded vigorously.
Lu Qingmian looked at the small patch of bald skin under Jiang Jinyue's wings. The skin there was no longer red, but the feathers had not grown yet.
He pointed to the bald spot and asked, "You can heal my wound with golden light, but can't you try to grow feathers with it?"
Jiang Jinyue had never thought of using the golden light on himself. Seeing this, Lu Qingmian frowned slightly. Jiang Jinyue seemed to be used to not putting himself first.
Seeing Lu Qingmian frowning, Jiang Jinyue immediately stretched out his hand and shook it towards the bald area, but there was nothing around his fingertips, without any golden light.
He recalled the feeling when he built the steps before, spread out his five fingers, and imitated the opening and closing movements of a jellyfish, but still no golden light appeared.
Jiang Jinyue thought that he might not be concentrating enough, so he stood up, pulled the wing on the bald side, stretched out his hand to grab it in mid-air, and dubbed:
"ha!"
"call!"
"Ah hey!"
"Come out! Golden Light!"
Jiang Jinyue tried really hard, so hard that beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and no golden light appeared on his fingertips. He even did a horse stance unconsciously, looking very much like the charlatans who always appeared on local TV stations and claimed to cure diseases with qigong.
Lu Qingmian slowly closed his eyes.
The picture was so beautiful that he couldn't bear to look at it.
"Okay, stop trying. Just be bald. As long as it doesn't hurt, that's fine."
Jiang Jinyue felt a little embarrassed, so he sat back next to Lu Qingmian and hid his bald wings behind his back, as if he was afraid that Lu Qingmian would call him a bald chicken again.
Lu Qingmian paused.
Jiang Jinyue hid his bald wings, then remembered something, stood up and ran to the bedroom, and soon came out holding a big red pillow.
Lu Qingmian was very familiar with the big pillow. It was the down pillow that Jiang Jinyue had made from his own feathers. However, the down pillow was only barely full at the time, but now it looked round and plump.
The big pillow has a bright red pattern of mandarin ducks playing in the water. Just looking at this pillow gives you the illusion of going back to the 80s and 90s.
This pillowcase was Wang Xiaoya's dowry when she got married. She has always been reluctant to use it. Before Jiang Jinyue came to H City, Wang Xiaoya stuffed a pair of bright red mandarin duck pillows playing in the water into Jiang Jinyue's luggage.
Although it looks a bit vulgar, the quality is definitely good.
Jiang Jinyue ran to Lu Qingmian and handed the big red pillow to him.
He now has two pairs of wings and loses more feathers. He collected the feathers and stuffed them all into the pillow. He also secretly plucked many more feathers, making this originally flat down pillow become the plump one it is today.
Jiang Jinyue learned his lesson. This time he plucked the feathers from a different place, so Lu Qingmian couldn't tell that he had plucked the feathers.
But Lu Qingmian could guess it.
No amount of fallen feathers could fill the pillow like this.
"I'll give you the pillow." Seeing that Lu Qingmian didn't take it, Jiang Jinyue handed it forward again without mentioning that he had plucked the feathers again.
Lu Qingmian raised her long, drooping eyelashes slightly and looked at Jiang Jinyue, "Why did you give it to me?"
Jiang Jinyue smiled obediently, "You are good to me."
Lu Qingmian bought him food, helped him hide his wings, helped him negotiate with Chen Keai to delete the video, taught him how to play Rhythm Master, gave him a lot of clothes, and helped him treat his illness... For Jiang Jinyue, there was always something good about Lu Qingmian.
Lu Qingmian quickly lowered his eyes to hide the emotions in them.
After a moment, he slowly raised his hand to take the chubby down pillow, holding it in his arms, his fingertips gently stroking the uneven mandarin duck embroidery on the pillowcase.
"Jiang Jinyue, I'm not as good as you think."
"I'm a rotten person."
Jiang Jinyue didn't speak for a long time.
Lu Qingmian's heart gradually sank.
Jiang Jinyue must be regretting it.
Lu Qingmian raised his eyes very slowly, but found that Jiang Jinyue had already run to the side and was playing with his mobile phone while pulling the charging cable. A familiar game startup sound came from his bright yellow mobile phone. It was Rhythm Master.
Jiang Jinyue was a little addicted to this newly discovered mobile game and just downloaded and installed it on his mobile phone.
I installed it, but I can't play it.
His phone had too little memory, so the game was stuck on the start screen after he opened it. He tried several times, but the phone kept getting hotter and hotter, so he had no choice but to uninstall it again in frustration.
Lu Qingmian walked to Jiang Jinyue's side and saw everything.
He handed over his cell phone.
Jiang Jinyue was stunned for a moment, then looked up along Lu Qingmian's hand and met Lu Qingmian's dark eyes.
Those eyes seemed to be filled with complicated emotions, but in the end Lu Qingmian said nothing, only said: "Use my phone to play."
Seeing that Jiang Jinyue was just looking at him, he asked again: "Don't you want to play?"
Jiang Jinyue immediately took the phone, which had been unlocked by Lu Qingmian. He clicked on Rhythm Master and started to beat the rhythm with his fingers on the small screen. He was having so much fun that he didn't even bother to hook his fingers with Lu Qingmian.
Lu Qingmian raised an eyebrow, sat down on the other side of the sofa, skillfully drew a small lightning on Jiang Jinyue's mobile phone screen, and started watching the movie.
Two people huddled on a not-so-big sofa, carefully keeping a certain distance between them. One played games while the other watched a movie, neither disturbing the other. The game music and the background sound of the movie blended together in a strange harmony.
Lu Qingmian was watching a horror movie. Jiang Jinyue turned his head and took a look, but was frightened by the pitch-black environment inside and looked away, refusing to look at Lu Qingmian again.
By the time Lu Qingmian finished watching a horror movie, there was no movement around him.
He turned around and found Jiang Jinyue lying on the armrest of the sofa, still holding his mobile phone in his hand. The screen was off. Jiang Jinyue fell asleep while playing the game.
Jiang Jinyue was wearing Lu Qingmian's large shirt inside out. Because of his prone position, the collar had slipped down from his shoulders, revealing his thin, fair neck and shoulders. Four beautiful, soft wings fluttered on his back, half of which hung to the ground, and the other half was roughly squeezed onto the back of the sofa by Jiang Jinyue.
He held the phone in one hand against his cheek, and let the other hand hang down along the armrest of the sofa. His white fingertips were slightly red from sleeping.
Jiang Jinyue was sleeping soundly. Her wings rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and her eyelashes occasionally trembled, as if she was having a sweet dream.
Lu Qingmian muted his cell phone and pulled the curtains in the living room halfway up, leaving only a narrow gap to ensure that the sunlight outside the window could not reach Jiang Jinyue.
Without direct sunlight, Jiang Jinyue's brows relaxed and he slept more comfortably.
The light in the living room was dim. Lu Qingmian sat aside, looking at Jiang Jinyue quietly. His eyes were deep and his thoughts could not be seen clearly.
But in just a moment, changes appeared in Jiang Jinyue.
First, a light as thin as mist drifted out from the wings behind Jiang Jinyue, and then the light covered the two pairs of wings. Under the cover of the mist, the wings gradually became hazy, and finally turned into a soft white light and disappeared completely.
Lu Qingmian witnessed the entire process of Jiang Jinyue folding his wings, but Jiang Jinyue himself was unaware of it and was still sleeping soundly.
After the wings disappeared, the large shirt that was worn inside out, which was only fastened at the bottom two buttons, completely fell apart, revealing Jiang Jinyue's thin and white shoulders and back.
The room was dim and the light behind Jiang Jinyue had disappeared, but his skin was still as white as if covered with a layer of soft light.
The sudden visual impact made Lu Qingmian narrow his eyes slightly.
He leaned over slightly on the sofa, and gently touched the back of Jiang Jinyue's neck with his slender fingers.
Along the spine of the back of the neck, with the fingertips pointing downwards, a long line is drawn almost imperceptibly.
As the fingertips moved, Jiang Jinyue frowned slightly sensitively, straightened his shoulders, lowered his waist, and stretched his body into an ambiguous arc.
Two small dimples were revealed on both sides of the sunken waist. The oversized pants were just stuck below the hips, and the edge of the white underwear was faintly visible.
Jiang Jinyue was obviously very thin, but there was still some flesh missing in some places.
Lu Qingmian's fingertips moved slowly on Jiang Jinyue's lower back, and when they were about to touch the cute little waist, they suddenly retracted them.
He lowered his head slightly, his hair hanging down, covering his eyebrows and eyes, which were darker than the night.
Without the wings to cover him, Jiang Jinyue seemed to feel a little cold. He curled his hands in front of him, arched his back slightly, and curled his legs in front of him.
Lu Qingmian sat up straight as if waking from a dream, looking straight ahead.
After a while, Lu Qingmian looked at Jiang Jinyue again, and carefully pulled the scattered shirt back together with his hands without touching Jiang Jinyue's skin, and started buttoning up one by one from the bottom button.
He tied it very slowly, pinching the small white button with his fingertips and lifting the fabric, without touching Jiang Jinyue's skin from beginning to end.
The white waist and back were gradually hidden under the shirt.
When he buttoned the top button, Lu Qingmian was almost half-kneeling on the sofa, relying only on the strength of his waist to avoid pressing on Jiang Jinyue.
When he pulled the top button, it got stuck on Jiang Jinyue's neck. He opened his eyes drowsily and turned his head to see Lu Qingmian who was very close to him.
When Lu Qingmian saw that Jiang Jinyue had woken up, he did not get up and continued to button his clothes carefully.
Jiang Jinyue blinked slowly, and her long eyelashes almost brushed Lu Qingmian's chin.
After fastening the buttons, Lu Qingmian lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Jinyue. His voice was very deep: "Your wings are gone."
Jiang Jinyue was not fully awake yet, and Lu Qingmian's voice floated into his ears in a low voice. He listened but his mind did not process it, and he just nodded subconsciously.
Lu Qingmian leaned forward slightly and moved closer.
"Don't wear the clothes I gave you. They're too big. It's barely enough to wear them. Throw them away."
Jiang Jinyue's brain finally started to work. When he heard that Lu Qingmian was going to throw away so many clothes, he immediately felt distressed and reluctant, and lay there shaking his head.
The soft hair rubbed against the leather sofa, making a slight noise.
Lu Qingmian's hands were resting on his sides, and his hair gently brushed against the back of his hands, causing a slight itch.
"They are just some old clothes I've worn. Do you mind?"
Lu Qingmian's question seemed to be asked casually, but her eyes hidden by her hair were fixed on Jiang Jinyue.
Jiang Jinyue still shook his head, his gaze drifting to Lu Qingmian's hand that was supporting him at the side.
He quietly raised his warm hands, which were curled up in front of him, and grabbed Lu Qingmian's fingers. He leaned his cheek forward and lightly touched Lu Qingmian's fingertips with the tip of his nose.
Lu Qingmian's question sank into Jiang Jinyue's ears. His sleep-filled brain slowly turned as he spoke softly, "I don't mind. It's quite comfortable."
Although the sizes were too big and didn't fit, the fabrics of Lu Qingmian's clothes were all good.
"Bang, bang."
Lu Qingmian seemed to hear his own heavy and rapid heartbeat.
His hand, which was held by Jiang Jinyue, slowly tightened, and he grasped Jiang Jinyue's fingers into his palm.
Lu Qingmian's long eyelashes drooped, hiding the dark currents in his eyes.
I want to touch Jiang Jinyue hard.
I want to see the pear blossoms turn red.
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