The morning glow colored half of the sky, adding a beautiful layer of color to the white snow.
Fusang, who was dressed in Su Yu’s huge black cloak, followed him with interest.
They arrived at the town at the foot of the mountain in no time after going along the winding mountain road.
Fusang used to enjoy going out and playing all day when he was a fox, but those spots were all in the deep mountains and jungles. This was his first descent of the mountains as a human, and it was also his first encounter with so many people. Fusang looked at the colorful roadside stalls and the never-ending stream of passersby, only to feel that his eyes were full of flowers. He couldn’t get enough of it, no matter how hard he tried.
He gazed around with curiosity, and the eyes of others around him were warmly riveted to him and Su Yu.
A handsome young man and a charming youngster standing together was just like beautiful scenery, attracting the attention of countless people.
There were even some bold girls who followed them all the way with blushing faces and occasionally peered at them shyly and timidly.
Su Yu had grown accustomed to being watched by these eyes in the past. Only after he realized that these lingering and warm gazes showed no signs of fading did he tighten his grip on the hand of the person beside him.
He was carrying the carefully wrapped picture scroll on his back and about to deliver it to the customer when he felt someone tug on his sleeve.
He turned his head to see the person holding him staring fixedly at the child eating candied haws on the street, his eyes filled with yearning.
Su Yu couldn’t help but laugh, rubbed his head softly, and asked, “Want to eat?”
Fusang stared at him, surprised, and nodded firmly.
Su Yu found his appearance so cute that he couldn’t help but tease him.
“Not buying,” he said softly as he stroked the boy’s smooth hair.
“…” The person’s face crumpled like the folds of steamed stuffed buns in a steamer basket almost instantaneously.
Su Yu was eventually defeated by the anguished eyes of resentment and brought the sulking youngster to the street stand selling candied haws.
“How many can you eat?” Su Yu inquired.
Fusang sniffed, his sparkling eyes filled with dazzling crimson candied haws; how could he still hear what Su Yu said?
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He purchased a total of five skewers. Fusang picked up two strings in his left hand and three in his right. He was so happy that he wanted to roll on the spot.
But he wasn’t a fox at the time, and rolling around was inconvenient, so he gave up.
Su Yu earned some silver after delivering the painting to the client, and he took Fusang to a clothing shop, thinking about getting some clothes for him.
A certain greedy cat was still eating candied haws while getting his measurements taken, and his cheeks and nose tip were smeared with red candy pieces, which made the shopkeeper laugh.
“SangSang, eat after going home,” Su Yu coughed lightly.
A particular greedy cat crammed his mouth with candy while mumbling, “I won’t!”
He jammed a skewer into Su Yu’s mouth while eating, generously sharing the delicious food.
The young lady who had been peeking at them with a blushing face couldn’t help but cover her lips and burst out laughing at his appearance.
Young Master Su Yu had no alternative but to smile and heave a sigh helplessly.
Fusang followed him around for a day before returning.
They went with only a painting, but came back with a bunch of things.
Fusang’s new clothes, shoes, bedding, and a whole lot of his favorite desserts.
Su Yu only bought some paper and ink.
“Why are you…being so good to me? We have obviously only recently met.” Fusang was puzzled.
Su Yu pinched his cheek and only smiled softly, “Because…you’re a fool.”
He was indeed an idiot. He didn’t even know he’d shown his fox tail.
A certain silly fox glared at him angrily, then turned around and ignored him.
Probably because they had previously gotten along well, their lives were unexpectedly harmonious.
Su Yu would occasionally bring Fusang down the mountain with him. When Fusang wasn’t accompanying Su Yu, he’d return to the fox cave or visit the bamboo spirit, telling him about the numerous interesting places and delectable foods in the human world. The bamboo spirit, who could only listen but not move, grew to despise him quickly.
Despite living in the mountains, Su Yu earned money by writing and painting. Fusang ground ink alongside him as he wrote and painted. He eventually learned to recognize numerous human words.
This year’s winter was brief, with sunny and cloudless days following the heavy snow. The pink peaches on top of the mountain burst open with blossom buds when the spring breeze blew in March.
Fusang liked peach blossoms, so he broke one branch from the mountain’s peak and planted it in front of the house.
Despite his diligent watering and fertilizing for several days, the spray died.
Fusang squatted beside the dead branch, his face full of unhappiness.
Su Yu chuckled and shook his head, but the next day he went to the market to buy two peach blossom saplings.
They planted two peach trees in front of the house.
This time, it was not dead. Rather, it grew very well. The branches and leaves were lush and delicate, and it appeared to be full of vitality.
Spring passed, autumn came, and before they knew it, more than half a year had passed.
“SangSang, come here.” The autumn wind was gentle, but Su Yu’s voice calling him was even gentler.
Outside, the light was just right and not too intense. Su Yu’s hair fell like a waterfall of fine black silk on the creamy white wide-sleeved robe today, barely half fastened with a jade hairpin. He appeared to be a celestial being who had wandered into the mountain woodland in the sunlight.
Fusang narrowed his beautiful fox eyes and approached slowly.
“I will teach you to write your own name today. Do you want to learn it?” Su Yu asked.
Fusang became a little interested and nodded again and again.
It was his first time using a writing brush, and his fingers were trembling as he picked it up.
A big warm palm came up and wrapped around the back of his hand, guiding him to grasp the brush and write on the white paper stroke after stroke.
At some point, a familiar and warm chest attached to him behind him, making his back hot.
Fusang simply felt like his breathing was ready to stop, and a peculiar throbbing sensation rippled through his heart, causing him to lose control of the brush.
However, the culprit was still whispering in his ear, “Sangsang, don’t get distracted…”
The tone was light and soft, like a feather tickling his heart, a little itchy and numb.
As a result, he combined two or more words into one word numerous times in a row and made a mess of the writing.
Fusang flushed and wrote for a while, unable to face the notion of abandoning the writing brush and fleeing.
When he stood up, his cheek brushed against Su Yu’s soft and moist lips.
They were both stunned at the same time.
Fusang unintentionally caressed his face, merely feeling that the area where Su Yu’s lips brushed against it was unusually hot. It was so hot that it scorched right through his heart.
In a panic, he raised his head, only to collide with Su Yu’s inky black eyes. Those eyes were deep and black, like a bottomless pit, luring him in.
They were so close that they could hear one other’s long breaths.
Su Yu saw the jade face of the man in his arms bloom with a little crimson on his cheeks, like a rosy glow spreading across the horizon, extending all the way to the tips of his ears. He was dazzling.
Feeling moved, Su Yu couldn’t help but lean down and peck on the pink peach-like lips.
It was a shallow kiss, like a dragonfly barely brushing the water, but it alarmed the confused little fox.
Su Yu was shoved away violently before he could react. A certain little fox fled with practically half of his face red, not knowing whether he was embarrassed or angry.
Su Yu looked at the back of the person leaving in panic, and his lips perked up a bit helplessly as he murmured: “He’s shy?”
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