Gone with the Bustling World Chapter 68: Chapter Sixty-Four

Perhaps it was fate that since the first she met Xiao Qingyu, Aunt Lan liked this lonely noble youth in white.

He must have undergone unimaginable hardships to become the Right Prime Minister at such a young age.

He was merely a child!

How bitter it was for him!

Aunt Lan sincerely felt pitiful for Xiao Qingyu and always wanted to help him more.

Seeing her taking care of Xiao Qingyu, Duke Fang almost wanted to hold Aunt Lan in his arms and kissed her!

Sure enough, a mother knew her son best!

When they arrived in the town, Aunt Lan began to give out lucky money to everyone under twenty.

Duke Fang got one. Lin Yiyi got one. Even little Zhang had one too, holding it and jumping with joy in the yard!

Zhang Jinya's overjoyed face made Xiao Qingyu felt sorry…

At the moment, Jinya was merely seven years old, a child that should be loved by parents, but he followed him long ago, travelling here and there without too much childish joy.

He had never had the time to pay attention to the growth of Jinya, which prevented a child from having many precious memories in his life…

However, how could he give out something that he himself never had?

Childe Wushuang didn't show his feelings on his face, but his mood couldn't be changed.

The wisdom at a premature age and the vicissitudes he had gone through turned his colorful life into an icy grey one…

Suddenly— “Yours!” A red shiny envelop was stuffed into his hand.

Xiao Qingyu blankly stared at the red envelope and suddenly didn't know how to react when he saw Aunt Lan's gentle motherly smile.

Aunt Lan folded his hand, “Qingyu is eighteen this year, right? Just now I wanted to give it to you, but I feared you might be too shy to accept, so I give you privately. Don't worry, they don't know!”

Xiao Qingyu silently lowered his head to cover the tears in his eyes.

Aunt Lan stroked his hair back, “It's not much, and you're the Right Prime Minister, so don't dislike it.”

Fang Junqian accidently saw the scene where Aunt Lan secretly gave Wushuang the lucky money. After Aunt Lan left, he planned to pop up and teased him, “Qingyu…” Momentarily, Fang Junqian stilled at where he was like being bewitched…

He saw him gazing at the envelop and cherished it like a treasure, carefully folding and putting it into his sleeve pocket.

There was water in Xiao Qingyu's eyes, even though his expression was cold.

Fang Junqian knew him too well. When he moved, there were silent tears in his eyes.

When his eyes became teary, his expression got colder, cooler and more stubborn.

Xiao Qingyu often put on this expression to conceal his feelings, but his expression misled others to believe he was heartless.

“Qingyu…”

In an instant, Xiao Qingyu resumed normal, as if the person who had almost burst into tears to the sky and the snow wasn't him.

“What happened to you?”

“Nothing…” Xiao Qingyu gave a faint smile which contained inexplicable loneliness and grief, “Just…a little weird, because this is the first time I receive lucky money…”

The words produced bitterness in Duke Fang's chest. He wanted to say something but didn't know what to say. For several times, the words came up to his throat but were quickly swallowed down.

Nothing to say.

Nothing proper.

He could only stay with him in the snowy world, silent…

“Fang Junqian…” Xiao Qingyu hugged himself as if to warm up his cold body and heart.

He said something that was plain but made Fang Junqian sob briefly.

He said, “I really envy you."

Chapter end