Chapter 88: The Camellia Blooms, the Person Gone (Part 7) Devoted to One...

When Ye Qingzhan woke up, Wen Gu beside her was nowhere to be seen. She heard footsteps outside and got out of bed. As soon as she opened the door, someone blocked her way.

Wen Gu put his hands behind his back and asked, "Where are you going?"

Hearing his voice, Ye Qingzhan felt relieved. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and said, "To find you."

The girl's voice sounded hazy, with sleepiness that had not yet melted away, but it made Wen Gu's ears itch slightly, as if someone had gently brushed the tip of his ear with a feather.

Wen Gu was startled, and after a moment, he replied, "I—" Before he could finish his words, he reached out his hand from behind his back and quickly pressed something into his hand, hesitatingly saying, "Here you are."

A sudden, cold object was placed in Ye Qingzhan's palm, and his fingertips trembled slightly. A moment later, he placed his other hand on it, tracing its shape with his fingertips.

Round jade petals clustered together, strung together on a thin thread, like several flowers blooming on a vine.

Ye Qingzhan carefully felt it and asked uncertainly, "Is it an armlet?" She pinched a petal, blinking her clear yet lightless eyes. "Did you make this yourself?"

This young man, who had come from the sea, had no wealth and sometimes didn't even know how to spend money. He often quarreled over accounts and was often despised by the people of Camellia Village. If the object in his hand was truly a girl's jewelry, it certainly couldn't have been bought by him. Handmade was almost as good. Who made him learn things so quickly?

The pair of eyes that looked up at him were sparkling, as if there were shining stars hidden in them. Wen Gu seemed to be dazzled by the light, his face flushed, and he lowered his eyes, "Just take it if it's given to you, why ask so many questions!"

As soon as he said this, Ye Qingzhan knew that he had guessed right. He circled around him, understood in his heart, and said with a smile, "You really did it right, didn't you? I guess you should lower your head now, your face like a persimmon."

Wen Gu didn't say anything, just looked up at her.

The girl held the gift he gave her in both hands, with a pretty look on her face, and seemed to like it very much and cherish it. It was worth it that he had been scolded so much, and there were many bleeding scars on his hands.

At night, he slept well by her side, and his dreams were intertwined with hers. But in the second half of the night, this person didn't know what happened, and she groaned and hugged him, and even hung on him. He was hugged by her and broke out in a sweat. But this girl still didn't stop, rubbing her cheek on his chest and under his body.

His body was burning, his abdomen was swollen, and that part of him was standing up high. Afraid of poking her, he had to leave her side for a while, covered her with a quilt, and then soaked in the sea water for a while.

After the restlessness in his body gradually subsided, Wen Gu thought that he couldn't sleep with her around anyway, so he wandered around the village to see if there were any people who got up early to set up their stalls. Last night he finally understood that she loved to eat, so he might as well buy her some breakfast to take back.

Maybe he woke up too early, and the villagers in Camellia Village were still asleep. Only a faint candlelight shone through the window of a house. Wen Gu had good eyesight, and he looked at the man under the lamp on the eaves, his hands busy with something.

A five or six-year-old child, having gotten up to urinate, saw this scene, rubbed his eyes, and walked over, asking, "Dad, what are you doing?"

The man put down his tools, touched his head, then raised his index finger to his lips, glanced at the bedroom next to him, and whispered, "Bao'er, dear, it's your mother's birthday, and Daddy is making her a gift."

Bao'er yawned and asked, "What are you getting Mom for?" He strained his eyes to examine the gems and shells on the table... as if suddenly realizing something. "These look like jewelry. Ruyi Lou has plenty of them. Why doesn't Daddy just buy Mom some instead of getting up in the middle of the night and making them secretly?"

Ruyi Lou is a jewelry shop in Camellia Village, showcasing a wealth of rare and dazzling jewellery. Its unique and novel designs often attract merchants from outside the area to order and place orders, resulting in brisk business. Yet, day after day, prices never increase.

Whether ordinary fishermen making a living from the sea or wealthy merchants, they can always find their desired jewellery here.

The man scratched his nose with his finger, smiled, and whispered, "Your mother has high standards. She wouldn't even consider the jewelry in Ruyi Tower." He said this, but deep down, he knew his wife was simply worried about his money. After all, their family had once been the poorest in Camellia Village, and only in recent years had things improved. Wen Gu,

listening to their conversation and their inner thoughts from the rooftop with his Yin Sha, was filled with confusion: Why, having been so reluctant to spend money before, would she still be reluctant to buy herself jewelry now that things were better?

Before he could figure it out, the man added, "This is what I promised your mother. It's been years, and it's time to fulfill that promise."

When they were together, he, a carpenter by trade, had promised to make a lot of jewelry for her. Years passed. The house was fully furnished, with every furniture and tableware needed, and the floor was littered with toys for the children. The only thing he hadn't made was her jewelry.

It wasn't that he didn't want to, but that he feared it wouldn't be dignified enough.

That day in Ruyi Tower, he had seen a piece of exquisite blue jade and many intricately embellished beads, and he bought them all. Thinking that no matter what, this time he must make the jewelry he promised to give her.

The man touched the boy's head and said gently, "Go to bed quickly, and don't tell your mother. This is a secret between us two."

Baoer nodded and ran back to his room.

The carpenter was naturally not very skilled at making jewelry. There were scratches of varying depths on the palms and fingertips of his hands, and he even had a missing little finger on one hand.

But he kept smiling.

Yin Sha and the man shared the same mood at the moment. Wen Gu heard him say in his heart, "So this is what it feels like to make jewelry for your sweetheart. Normally, when I do carpentry, my heart is tired and bitter, and I only have the strength to think of you and your mother. But now, my heart feels like it's filled with honey, and even if it's scratched by a knife, it's sweet."

The man chuckled twice, and the sleeping face of the child's mother appeared in his mind. He said to himself, "You are already old, and you still call me sweetheart. How shameless."

The carpenter shook his head and buried his head in his work. Wen Gu left the roof and sat in the black lotus, thinking.

Sweetheart?

What is a sweetheart?

Why is there someone in your sweetheart?

How can there be someone in your sweetheart?

The young man shook his head, feeling strange and unable to understand mortals. But suddenly a smiling face came to his mind.

He didn't like the owner of this face to cry, he liked to hug her, and it would be best if he never separated from her. He also liked to sleep with her, but the premise was that she couldn't touch him, otherwise he would feel restless and always want to do something to her. But he didn't know what he wanted to do specifically.

Wen Gu grabbed a handful of hair. It

was so annoying, even more annoying than being hugged by her just now but not knowing what to do.

He lay back down next to Ye Qingzhan with irritability, hugged her and fell asleep comfortably, but he dreamed of the carpenter, who asked him angrily: "Why don't you make a gift for your sweetheart yourself?"

In the dream, Wen Gu felt that this man was really nosy because he lived by the sea and even took care of him. After beating him up, he said: "I don't have a sweetheart."

After waking up, he couldn't forget this dream for a long time. He pulled out the treasures he'd acquired from the East China Sea from his storage bag, selected a few pieces of red jade of similar quality to the carpenter's, and used Yin Sha to conjure up the necessary tools. Recalling the carpenter's methods in his mind, he carved several red camellias, stringing them together with a silver thread. He'd give them to her when she woke up.

The young man was silent for a long time, and Ye Qingzhan took this as a tacit agreement, and smiled and said, "I can't see, can you put it on me?" As she spoke, she blinked at him.

Her smiling eyes were like a lake on a spring night, reflecting the gorgeous fireworks in the sky, shining brightly and dazzlingly, captivating everyone's heart. Wen Gu was stunned for a long time before he took the black tea armlet from her hand and carefully put it on her.

"Okay."

As soon as the voice fell, the girl stood on tiptoe, quickly kissed him on the face, turned back to her room and closed the door, leaving the young man alone and wandering there.

Wen Gu was stunned under the eaves, forgetting to blink. After a while, he raised his hand and touched the place where her lips had kissed, recalling the fleeting touch over and over in his mind. It

was very light, very soft.

But it was like a firework ignited in his heart, burning his internal organs and shaking them.

He remembered everything she had done for him.

When they first met, she hugged him.

The first time they slept together, I held his face in my hands and put my lips against his.

I named him, set his birthday, and taught him the worldly affairs.

Today, my lips were against his cheek...

Every move, every word, made his heart itch, as if he was sick.

This is what that person meant by sweetheart. Her

careless actions and blurt-out words made his heart bloom. The flower was sweet, just like the fragrance emanating from her body, making him obsessed.

Thinking of this, Wen Gu looked at the closed door, his brows relaxed, and he suddenly understood.

It turned out that the itch in his heart these days was not due to illness.

It was because he had a

sweetheart.

Ye

Qingzhan, who was leaning against the door and breathing heavily, didn't know what the young man was thinking. Thinking of his proactive kiss just now, he just kept regretting it.

Too rash.

It was really too rash!

Why did they kiss?

With her head slamming against the door panel, Ye Qingzhan began to pace back and forth in the room, thinking over and over again about the kiss that had just landed on the boy's face.

She really wanted him to help her find her parents.

But these past few days, she was always sleepy and often fell asleep while eating. After waking up, she thought about doing something for the boy to make him feel her "good intentions" so that he could help her find her parents faster and more actively.

Who knew that this man had time to make jewelry for her, but never mentioned the whereabouts of her parents, nor did he tell her whether the evil spirit she had released brought back any news.

He thought about it every day and held her to sleep. She

didn't know if the boy understood the difference between men and women, whether he knew what it meant for an unmarried man and a unmarried woman to lie together.

If he didn't understand, Ye Qingzhan had nothing to say, because she still couldn't resist him because of his strength and ability. She could only agree to his request on the premise of ensuring her own safety.

But if he pretended to be confused, she could only play along and find ways to make him "moved".

When one is completely devoted to someone, the words he says are as powerful as an imperial edict.

This is what is written in the storybook, and it is also the "truth" that Ye Qingzhan has come up with when observing the lovers around her.

She admitted that her thoughts were a bit despicable, and she needed to take advantage of the feelings of a young man.

The stories also said that the sincerity of young people is very precious, and no matter whether they are men or women, they cannot be hurt, let alone deceived.

But Ye Qingzhan had no other choice.

She could not judge whether the young man's words were true or false, and she wanted to find out the news of her parents as soon as possible. Every day that passed, her heart was uneasy. She did not have time to play house with him, and she did not want to waste time here with him in an unclear way.

Therefore, after the young man gave him a gift, she gave him a kiss in return.

This was undoubtedly abrupt and rash.

But Ye Qingzhan remembered that the puppy she had raised in the past became well-behaved after being in her arms. Later, she fed it and kissed its ear one day. That whole day, it followed her feet, never leaving her side.

The embrace had already worked for the young man, and I wonder if this purposeful kiss would work for him.

Ye Qingzhan stopped and looked through the window at the young man standing with his back to the eaves.

The thin red behind his ear, which had not yet faded, silently expressed his feelings at the moment.

Retracting his gaze, Ye Qingzhan turned and walked towards the house, saying to him in his heart:

"I hope you can be of use to me soon."