Chapter 63: Mother’s Tenderness and Master’s Love.
Lin Bozhou's heart suddenly calmed down, and those strange, embarrassing and difficult to say words seemed to slowly melt away in this sentence.
His anxiety slowly subsided, and he hugged the soft body in his arms as if it were his most precious treasure - until Jiang Zhaoyue pushed his arm as a reminder.
"Master."
Only then did he realize that the hug had lasted too long and he quickly loosened his arms.
Slowly exhaling, Lin Bozhou lay down again, his arm extended to the empty space. He smiled and gestured to his disciple, "Alright, Master was not nice just now. Come on, Master will hold you while you sleep. The story is not over yet."
Jiang Zhaoyue naturally threw herself into his arms.
She naturally rested her head on his arm, folded her hands, pressed them against her face, and snuggled in his arms, as if listening.
Lin Bozhou lowered his head, his eyes fixed on her face. After a while, he continued the story he had not finished before.
His voice is calm and gentle, giving people a sense of peace of mind.
Jiang Zhaoyue listened quietly, slowly closed her eyes as his voice sounded, and her breathing gradually calmed down.
Lin Bozhou stopped talking until her breathing became calm and she fell asleep.
In the silent and gloomy atmosphere, the candlelight swayed slightly, casting the shadows of the two people together.
Lin Bozhou kept looking down at her with his breath breathing lightly.
After Jiang Zhaoyue grew up, it seemed that this was the first time that he looked at her so seriously, from her gentle eyebrows, nose, lips, to her round cheeks.
She seemed to have not changed at all, yet everything seemed to have changed. Lin Bozhou had never realized so clearly at that moment that his disciple had really grown up.
The childish face back then has now become gentle and mature. The youthful vigor of that boy has transformed into her obvious beauty, just like a young phoenix spreading its wings, its light shining brightly in all directions.
Now when people talk about her, they no longer say "Master Yunmiao's eldest disciple", but instead call her "Fairy Zhaoyue" with admiration and respect.
But he still stayed in the time when she was a child, still treated her like a child, and still regarded her as a child.
In fact, this shouldn’t happen.
Lin Bozhou thought absentmindedly, maybe he should change. He should not look at her as a child anymore. She is already a very powerful and excellent adult.
But as soon as this thought came to his mind, he couldn't help but feel a little reluctant, bitter and sad.
It's like the child who had always been hiding under his wings finally grew wings that could protect others, but the price was separation.
He couldn't bear to do it.
It's like the pain of having flesh and blood cut out.
Lin Bozhou's eyes dimmed a little, and when he looked at her peaceful sleeping face, he pursed his lips slightly and carefully moved his face closer to his disciple's forehead.
The warmth of his skin slowly passed over him, and he murmured almost silently: "But my little treasure, I can't bear to be separated from you."
He didn't even know that the reason he resisted Fu Lanting like this, in addition to what he had said before, was also partly due to his selfish motives.
Such a good disciple of his, such gentle, kind, worthy of being described by all the beautiful words in the world, will one day leave him and go to someone else. He feels sad just thinking about this idea.
"What should I do, Xiaobao?"
A low sigh dissipated in the silent night, but the person who sighed never got an answer.
the next day.
Jiang Zhaoyue woke up in his master's arms.
Because of the familiar scent, she slept well. Although her cultivation level did not require such sleep to replenish her energy, she still felt refreshed after waking up.
Lin Bozhou, on the other hand, looked a little absent-minded, as if something was on his mind.
In the morning, he combed her hair and pinned on a new hairpin he had made for his disciples. After a long moment of hesitation, Lin Bozhou finally said to her, "Xiaobao, let's...let's sleep separately."
Jiang Zhaoyue was still looking at the new hair accessories in the bronze mirror. When she heard this, she turned around and looked at him.
"Master, what's wrong? Why do you say that?"
Lin Bozhou took a deep breath. In his heart, he was actually unwilling and reluctant, but he felt that he should not turn a deaf ear and dumb just because of his reluctance and unwillingness. Jiang Zhaoyue was his disciple. No matter what happened or what she thought, she had the right to know.
So after a brief silence, he told her, "You're... you're older now. Master just feels that you're not as good as you were when you were little. After all, Master is also a man, so you'd better be more careful..."
This was the best he could say.
In the end, he suppressed all the awkwardness, strangeness, and unspeakable emotions, and just wanted to do what was good for her.
Jiang Zhaoyue listened to him quietly, looking at him with those bright and gentle eyes, as if she wanted to see through his heart and see into the deepest part of his heart.
She said without any concern or concealment, "But Master is Master. Would Master hurt me?"
"Of course not!"
Lin Bozhou said anxiously: "I will never hurt Xiaobao."
"What's there to pay attention to?"
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't seem to care about this, nor did she have the complicated and awkward emotions that Lin Bozhou had. After she answered, she turned back to continue looking at the new hairstyle and new hair accessories in the bronze mirror, and there was even a hint of laughter in her voice.
"Master, have you been influenced by your uncle? You are different from him."
Her words and voice were so natural, and her expression was so calm, as if she didn't mind at all, which made Lin Bozhou feel very gloomy for feeling embarrassed and strange.
But those things really exist.
He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say. After a while, he looked at Jiang Zhaoyue in the bronze mirror, and his voice was a little uncertain.
"I just feel...I'm afraid others might misunderstand me if they see me."
"Someone else?"
Jiang Zhaoyue chuckled softly, "What's the point of other people's opinions? Even if you do everything they want, there will always be people who dislike you. Master, you really don't need to worry about that. As long as we don't misunderstand each other, that's all that matters."
What she said made sense, but Lin Bozhou couldn't tell her specifically about the embarrassment he felt.
He was very sure that his initial love for Jiang Zhaoyue was not motivated by any personal feelings. He loved her sincerely. That kind of love was not based on ulterior motives, but simply wished her peace, happiness, and a smooth life.
But she grew up, and in addition to the relationship between master and disciple, there was also a relationship between man and woman. This was not a sudden change in his feelings, but was based on the differences between men and women.
This difference and the sensitivity brought about by the difference cannot be eliminated. It is precisely because of the awareness of this difference in sensitivity that Lin Bozhou chose to say it out loud even though he was reluctant, hoping that it would not cause any impact on her.
I also want to avoid some unpredictable consequences due to this difference.
But Jiang Zhaoyue didn't care at all. She seemed to be unaware of the embarrassment and sensitivity, and was still so dependent and close to him.
Under such circumstances, Lin Bozhou really couldn't bear to separate them.
He had always been infinitely tolerant, understanding, supportive and doting towards her.
After struggling for a while, he finally couldn't finish what he was going to say, and finally just whispered, "Okay."
The matter seemed to have been easily covered.
Of course, Jiang Zhaoyue only revealed it unilaterally.
For Lin Bozhou, there are some things that he has never seen before, but once he starts to pay attention to them, he can no longer ignore them.
Ever since he began to notice the awkwardness when interacting intimately with his disciples, he inevitably thought of this every time something too intimate happened, and he paid even more attention to it.
After combing Jiang Zhaoyue's hair, when she took off her pajamas and put on her outer clothes, he immediately turned his back to her, and his movements were even a little flustered.
In the past, he would personally help his disciple change clothes, because he personally arranged Jiang Zhaoyue's food, clothing, housing and transportation when she was a child, and he had dressed her many times.
This strong reaction is clearly not hidden.
Jiang Zhaoyue looked at him with some surprise, changed his clothes first, and said helplessly while fastening his belt: "Master, if you do this, I will think I am not wearing any clothes."
In fact, she was wearing clothes underneath her pajamas, she just changed into outer clothes.
Lin Bozhou's expression was a little stiff. He coughed twice as if to cover up his emotion. He then turned around and explained, "I was just... I was thinking about how to embroider the fox."
Jiang Zhaoyue didn't expose his rebuke. After years of getting along, they could talk about anything. She could still see through her master's subtle thoughts. She immediately continued, "Use red thread. The fox should be fatter."
"good."
Lin Bozhou breathed a sigh of relief, and felt that he had overreacted. Even if he had to be cautious, this level of intimacy didn't require such a reaction. This was clearly a normal way of getting along.
He was originally doing this for the good of his disciples. Although he was thinking about this matter in his heart, he should not have become estranged from his disciples because of this matter. This would be putting the cart before the horse.
Thinking of this, Lin Bozhou relaxed a little. He took out a piece of soft material and tools, took the initiative to approach Jiang Zhaoyue, and finally regained his face with a gentle smile.
"We, Zhaoyue, have grown up. Our previous size is too small. Master will measure you a new one. We will measure you every year from now on."
Jiang Zhaoyue opened her arms and let him look her over, jokingly saying, "I'm past the age of growth, Master. There's no need to measure me every year."
"It will be more comfortable if it is made more delicately."
Lin Bozhou carefully wrote down the measurements for her before setting up a table and preparing to cut the cloth.
In fact, he could have just refined it directly, but he still liked to sew new clothes for his disciples by hand like ordinary parents, as if these items were filled with his love.
Jiang Zhaoyue stood by with her chin propped up, watching him cut the cloth, sew new clothes, and then embroider her favorite little animals on the cuffs, just like she used to.
The picture of a tall young man sitting by the window, embroidering with needle and thread in hand is somewhat incongruous, but because of his handsome face and extraordinary temperament, even this slightly incongruous picture looks very beautiful.
The wind outside the window blew through the gauze curtains, and behind the layers of deep and light colors was Lin Bozhou's tranquil and peaceful expression. At this moment, the master had a motherly tenderness.
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