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Chapter 29 Heart Song

That night, after Fang Siming came back, Yuebai performed another needle for him overnight.Before dawn on the second day, he was sent away.

Fang Siming hurried back to Suzhou under the stars and the moon.Walking in the dark alley, surrounded by only the clear and cold moonlight, he himself couldn't understand the meaning of coming back before midnight.At this moment, Yuebai is probably already on Chu Liuxiang's boat, eating a bowl of the most pleasing longevity noodles, drinking fine wine and accompanied by friends, so what is he doing when he comes back?

He just wanted to rush back, wanted to return to that small courtyard on this day, so he came back.

Turning the corner, Fang Siming could see the green bamboos in front of the courtyard.He quickened his pace and took out the key at the gate of the courtyard, only to find that the gate was not locked.He pushed the door and it was bolted from the inside.An indescribable feeling suddenly rose in Fang Siming's heart, as if it was apprehension, hope, or just his heart beating and jumping in his chest.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door. The dull knock echoed in the narrow alley.The moonlight was covered by a huge dark cloud, and the sky and the earth went dark for a moment, wrapping Fang Siming in darkness, and the cold wind blew a song that was lonely and unappreciated in the middle of the night.Fang Siming blended into the darkness and stood in front of the door in a waiting posture.

The time is stretched infinitely, and every blink of an eye is like the passage of 1 years.

What knock on the door?He obviously only needs to jump lightly to step through this door.

"Squeak" The wooden door made a low sound, and a bean of light gradually became clear by the slowly opened door.Fang Siming's heartbeat stopped suddenly, and the time from when the door bolt fell to when the door was fully opened seemed to be enough for him to live a long life, from a babbling young boy to a dying old man.What he was waiting for seemed to be like this, someone came to open the door for him, and lit a dim and warm lamp.

After handing over the latest results to the people in Wansheng Pavilion, Yuebai suddenly got idle, and stayed in the pharmacy for a long time with nothing to do.After being busy for a long time, he suddenly had nothing to do. He was a little flustered, flustered at a loss.He could only sit blankly in one place, thinking about it in his head, but he couldn't think of a result.

Seeing that it was getting late, he blew out the lights in the pharmacy and only held up a lamp to guide the way.When I got to the door of the room, there was a sudden knock on the door in the middle of the night.Where did he come from, the only guest who would come at this hour happened to be a marshal of robbers who never walked through the main door.So, Yuebai stopped in her tracks.

He looked at the door shrouded in darkness, absurdly thinking that the man had come back.Well, no, obviously that person is also a master who is willing to climb over the wall and never go through the main door. The key given to him has never been used by him, and he might not know where it was thrown.Yuebai shook her head and laughed that she really dared to think about anything.

But he still laughed at his wishful thinking in his heart, but walked towards the gate step by step.By the time his body was under the control of reason again, he had already pulled the door bolt.He didn't welcome any uninvited guests, especially at this hour, but he couldn't help opening the door.What if that person really came back?

Yuebai looked at the dusty man standing quietly outside the door, he held up the lamp as if he wanted to see the man's features clearly, for fear that he might be delusional.

Fang Siming suddenly reached out and brought Yuebai into his arms. The black cloak wrapped him tightly and kept the cold wind out.Yuebai looked at the candle that had somehow arrived in Fang Siming's hand, and heard Fang Siming's slightly hoarse voice close to his ear: "Why do you wear so little, and you're not afraid of getting a cold. Don't you know how to take care of yourself when you're not in good health."

Yuebai hugged Fang Siming's waist, and said: "I forgot, the cloak was left in the pharmacy, it's only two steps to the left and right. Why did you come back today, isn't it after the next year?"

"Come back and make you a bowl of noodles." Fang Siming paused, then said, "Longevity noodles."

For a long time, longevity will last forever.Fang Siming hoped that Yuebai could live for a long, long time, and he even had such a momentary delusion that after a long time, when everyone respectfully called him Old Doctor Fang, he would still call him Little Doctor.Just for a split second, he thought.

Yuebai was stunned for a long time before he hurriedly dragged Fang Siming into the door. He didn't care that the door was closed, but kept his head buried and walked forward, saying, "Where did you get the flour for you? I'm afraid the kitchen is a clean mess." I can't even find the leaves of the vegetables. Don't worry about it, it's true that you go to wash and sleep first."

Fang Siming pulled him back with a funny face, and an indescribable joy rose in his heart.He put the cloak on Yuebai's body, and said: "Your body is covered with dust, I don't mind the little doctor. Is there anything, I'm afraid the little doctor has never been in the kitchen, so how do you know if there is nothing?"

The candles in the kitchen were lit one by one, and after a while it was brightly lit.Yuebai stared at Fang Siming in the kitchen, took out flour, vegetables, tofu, meat, eggs, carrots and a can of slow-simmering old chicken soup from the cabinet.

Fang Siming poured out a bowl of chicken soup and handed it to Yuebai, fearing that he would be hungry, let him eat first.Yuebai stood by the stove spitting out chicken bones, watching Fang Siming roll up his sleeves and go out to fetch water with his strong forearms exposed.Fang Siming's hands are good-looking, and so are the forearms, and the protruding wrist bones are all exquisite.

Fang Siming fetched water to wash his hands and vegetables, but after a while he put everything together in a large bowl aside.When Fang Siming cut things, he didn't hold a kitchen knife but a gentleman's sword. The knife was so fast that only afterimages remained. The cut things were as long as segments and as big as the pieces.

Yuebai took a sip of chicken soup by himself and then fed it to Fang Siming. He fed the last piece of chicken into Fang Siming's mouth and asked him, "Can you make noodles?"

Fang Siming signaled to him that he didn't have enough to eat and poured it himself. He dug a bowl of flour and poured it into the prepared basin, and then cracked two eggs into it.Yuebai took two more pieces of meat and fed them into Fang Siming's mouth, and he planned to keep them.

Fang Siming saw that he was too busy to concentrate on feeding chicken into his mouth, so he asked him to grab a bowl of water.Yuebai was holding the water, and Fang Siming had already mixed the eggs into the flour, and the flour turned into yellow lumps.Yuebai eats a lot of noodles, but this is the first time she has seen other people and noodles.

Fang Siming commanded: "Pour a little water."

"Do you really know it?" Yuebai asked again, then looked at the bowl of water in his hand in embarrassment, "How much is a little, one penny or one tael?"

Fang Siming chuckled lightly, and said, "Is it possible that the little doctor has to take the scale to weigh it first? You can pour it, and I will watch."

It's not that Yuebai doesn't believe him, it's that he knows Fang Siming's culinary skills too well, Mr. Fang is just better than being able to cook things well.Holding the bowl, he carefully dripped a drop, then another drop, and another drop, not to mention being a doctor, and the three drops were almost the same size.

Fang Siming didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Don't worry about falling down, I won't dare to boast in front of the little doctor until I learn a few times."

How many times have you learned it?Running around every day, shortening the time to rush back, and learning how to make noodles on the way.Yuebai's hands trembled, and the porcelain bowl splashed half a bowl of water with a "crash".The flour dumpling was instantly twisted into a flour paste.

Yuebai quickly put down the bowl, and looked at Fang Siming silently.Fang Siming's muscular hands were stained with the yellow dough between liquid and solid, and he said to Yuebai: "It seems that the little doctor needs to eat more. Grab two more handfuls of flour."

Yuebai was feeling embarrassed, so when she heard this, she obediently grabbed two handfuls of flour and put them into the basin.Fang Siming kneaded the flour in, and seeing that it was still a little soft, he said, "Grab less, half a handful."

Yuebai grabbed half a handful again, her slender hands were covered with fine white powder.Fang Siming lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, his deep eye sockets and high nose bridge softened suddenly under the candlelight.Yuebai's fingertips trembled, and she couldn't help touching his cheek.

Fang Siming looked up at him, the corner of Yuebai's mouth twitched, and he shook his shoulders and laughed with a "puchi", he was about to bite his lip, but the muffled laughter was held tightly in his stomach.However, the corners of his eyes were smiling, and the unconcealable joy enveloped his whole body, which could not be concealed by biting his lips.

Fang Siming also laughed. He rubbed his hands slowly, and the dough stuck to his hands fell into the basin.Yuebai looked at him with a smile, and suddenly ran away. Fang Siming smiled and touched a handful of snow-white flour before chasing after him.He didn't need light work either, he just fell behind Yuebai unhurriedly and chased him all over the yard.

Yuebai couldn't help laughing in front of her, panting while laughing, "It's always suitable to put on light makeup and heavy makeup, Mr. Fang is so stunning, I can add two strokes to you and you are handsome, why are you chasing me?"

Listening to his nonsense, Fang Siming stepped forward to block him and hugged him.Yuebai was taken aback by his sudden appearance, raised her head, her surprised gaze fell into Fang Siming's downcast eyes.

The world was extremely quiet for a moment, only the sound of two people's entangled breathing.Fang Siming stared blankly, his arms tightened subconsciously, he stared at Yuebai's smile that hadn't stopped, the joy overflowing from the corners of his eyes and brows.He stared at this person, this gentle face was moon white.The person he held tightly in his arms was Yuebai.Fang Siming actually felt that the two empty words of happiness suddenly became real.In the past few decades, he once again felt that happiness was so close to him, as long as he stretched out his hand, he could hold it in his arms, and as long as he took a step forward, he could have it forever.

Yuebai stood on tiptoe and bit his lip, Fang Siming felt his cheeks cool down at the same time when he came back to his senses, Yuebai held his face with a smile, and bit his chin again.Fang Siming raised his hand and covered his face with flour, and said lightly: "Do you think this can cover up the fact that your hands are covered with flour?"

Yuebai wrinkled his face, he closed his eyes subconsciously, curled his lips and said stiffly: "Hands are cold." He didn't even admit that he did it on purpose.

Fang Siming pulled his hand off and clenched it tightly, with a tenderness in his eyes that he didn't know: "Then don't blow the wind outside the house."

Yuebai obediently followed him into the house.

A gust of wind turned around and blew through the door, Yuebai glanced at it, and said: "It's snowing. The new year will be in half an hour, it's a coincidence."

Fang Siming put the noodles into the pot and said, "The last snow of this year and the first snow of next year. It's a good sign."

The author has something to say:

The suddenly virtuous young master x the suddenly naughty little doctor

Thank you Shiqing little angel for mine~