Yuan Boya lay calmly on the bed, sleeping peacefully, like a sleeping child. Qingming stayed by his bedside, refusing to leave for a moment.

"Blame me, for being negligent for a while, forgetting that people and ghosts can't stay for too long."

Qingming's eyes were full of self-blame.

"Sunny ......"

I wanted to comfort him, but I didn't know what to say.

"Tai Cheng Jiro is the Earth Binding Spirit, I actually let Gen Boya stay with him alone for so long!"

"Earthbinders?"

I was surprised.

"It's a ghost that won't leave where it is. In order to wait for Yuhime, Taicheng Jiro refused to leave the place until he died. The scenery of the twilight mountain that we saw that day was the scene of Tae-sung when he died, and his soul retained the memory of the time of death, so he always remained in his illusion, so that he did not know that he was dead. The blooming cherry blossom forest is the artistic conception of the most beautiful memories in his heart, confusing himself and others; Yuhime is LG, which is the 'wandering spirit' that wanders in the world. ”

Qingming lowered his head: "Why am I so confused, all ghosts must have heavy yin qi, and Yuan Boya's illness is caused by yin qi." ”

I turned around and came in with a basin of water: "I'll take care of Lord Boya, you haven't closed your eyes for three days and three nights, go and rest." ”

"I'll do it anyway."

"No, I'll come, you should take a break."

I protested.

My protest had no effect, and Qing Ming did not allow me to argue and took the wooden basin, wrung out the towel, and wiped it on Yuan Boya's face one by one, moving carefully and with a serious expression.

I stood aside with nothing to do, watching Qingming take care of Yuan Boya without distraction, I suddenly felt that it was superfluous to be placed among them, and there was no room for me to intervene between Qingming and Yuan Boya. After a pause, I had to turn around and go out.

The next morning, I was still relieved and came to the sunny room. Yuan Boya still couldn't wake up, Qingming fell asleep on the side of the bed, and his hand was still holding Yuan Boya tightly. Somehow, a trace of sadness burst out of my heart, and it was a little sour. What's wrong with me? Are you jealous? Yuan Boya, I also care about him, but I feel a little uncomfortable seeing Qingming treating him like this.

The scene when Qingming and Gen Boya were together began to emerge again in his mind. In "Onmyoji I", Gen Boya was killed by a demon, and the arrogant and calm Qingming hugged him and cried bitterly, dazed, Qingyin pointed out that "Boya is very important to you" and "Your encounter with Boya is destined". Qingming even did not hesitate to exchange the rebirth of Yuan Boya through the Taishan Mansion Jun Festival Dance at the cost of his friend Qingyin's life; In "Onmyoji II", Yuan Boya sacrificed his life to accompany Qingming to Tianyan Household, and life and death followed; Also, Qingming's nervousness and anxiety when Gen Boya fainted.

Yuan Boya is important for Qingming......

Their encounter was fate......

They may really be the kind of relationship, the simple same-sex love between two men, as later people have speculated.

I shook my head, restrained myself from thinking nonsense, stopped thinking about anything, and didn't think about anything! My thoughts were in turmoil, and my heart was very aggrieved. Yes, don't think, don't think, I was about to leave, and I accidentally caught a glimpse of Qingming lying on the edge of the bed without covering anything, so I would catch a cold when I slept like this!

Walked over lightly and covered him with a wide blanket. I was careful enough, but I woke him up from a light sleep.

"Honey worms."

“……”

I was at a loss.

"Isn't Boya still awake?"

Qingming nodded, her face sad.

"Honey worm, are you not feeling well? The face is not very good. ”

Facing his concerned eyes, I lowered my eyes to prevent him from discovering the loss in my eyes, and hurriedly covered it up: "No...... No, probably didn't sleep well. ”

"I'll take care of you here, don't worry."

He does everything with Yuan Boya himself, and never lets others interfere.

"Qingming......" I muttered, looking at him, "If Lord Boya slept for a thousand years, would you wait for him?" ”

"I ...... Yes. ”

Qingming did not hesitate.

Why should I not be asking, why should I be tempted to ask? If Gen Boya sleeps for a thousand years, Harumi will wait for him for a thousand years like Tai Chengjiro. Why do I want to cry?

Do I like Qingming? No, maybe it's lonely to be alone in a strange world, or maybe the story of Taiseijiro and Yuhime makes me sentimental, and I'm trying to deceive myself.

The loss in my heart was magnified, and I turned around, and Qingming couldn't see my tears.

In the dark blue night, the sound of the pipa is faint, and Gen Boya holds the pipa left by Tai Chengjiro and plays it alone. This is the third day that Yuan Boya has woken up, and he is yelling to play the pipa before he gets better, and Qingming and I have no choice but to follow him.

After playing for a while, Yuan Boya stopped and looked up at a bright moon.

Qingming took a sip of tea, put it down, and asked, "Why don't you play?" ”

"Qingming, what should people do if they have thoughts in their hearts?"

Yuan Boya was thoughtful.

"What can I do," Harumi smiled, "It's a big deal to be like Taisei Jiro." ”

"I'm thinking about Aoko again!"

I lost no time in answering.

"Nonsense! I didn't! ”

Yuan Boya is like a thief who has been caught, and he will not admit it.

"Aoko—"

I shouted on purpose, dragging a long treble note.

Probably depressed by me, Yuan Boya lowered his head and ate wildly. I was afraid that he would be really angry, so I didn't keep shouting. Qingming smiled and admired me and Yuan Boya arguing, but did not make a sound.

The flowers in the garden are blooming, full of the breath of spring. I walked around picking flowers.

Qingming and Yuan Boya appreciate the elegance of a tree of white flowers, enjoy the refreshing breeze on their faces, and drink wine.

"Qingming, how can people become ghosts?"

Yuan Boya asked casually while eating.

"Well," Qingming paused, with cunning in his eyes, pretending to be mysterious, "to give you an analogy, a man misses a woman but can't get her, and plays the flute every night to relieve his depression, and over time, this flute has spirituality." ”

"And then?"

Yuan Boya was very nervous when he heard the flute, and listened attentively.

"Then, Di understood the master's mind, and in order to solve problems for the master, he gave the spirit to the master, and the master became a ghost." Qingming deliberately lowered her voice.

Yuan Boya was startled, as if he was frightened. The mouth opens in an "O" shape, and the food chokes in the throat and cannot be swallowed or spit out. It took a long time to regain his breath, and he wondered: "Will it really become a ghost?" ”

Qingming couldn't help but smile and nodded, looking affirmative.

Yuan Boya actually believed it and threw the food aside and hung his head in frustration. Halfway through, he blushed and asked, "Qingming, what if I become a ghost?" ”

"I'll kill you!" Qingming made a "kill" gesture.

"You're going to kill me?"

Yuan Boya was shocked.

"Of course! I'm an onmyoji. Qingming leaned forward, pretending to be sure.

"Ahem!" Yuan Boya choked in one breath, and his face was flushed. "Gollum" swallowed his saliva and hurriedly retorted: "Nonsense, what does it have to do with me not being able to play the flute and I become a ghost!" ”

"It's okay!" I just walked around the pillar, holding the freshly picked flowers, leaning over and smiling sweetly at him.

"Huh? Sunny you-"

Yuan Boya woke up like a dream.

"Hahahaha......"

Qingming couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hahahaha......"

I laughed too. No wonder Qingming always likes to tease Yuan Boya, because Yuan Boya is so easy to bully, he can listen to any word, it's really stupid, it's so cute!

"Hahahaha......"

Yuan Boya showed his trademark smile again, after all, we all laughed, and he was embarrassed to sulk by himself. Looking at the way he smiled, I forgot that he was the object of our foolery.

The conclusion of the summary is: honest people are easy to tease, and generous people are easy to bully.