Don't be afraid, fairy, I'm blind

Chapter 255: Good brothers must turn into women for their brothers... (6k! Please subscribe!)
You Sugang was still thinking that He Mingpei seemed quite normal, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face immediately.

He couldn't tell whether he was blind or He Mingpei was blind. Was he dressed very feminine today?
"Master He has misunderstood... Actually, I..."

You Su was about to explain that he was actually a man, but was immediately interrupted by an angry shout.

"Miss You! That's enough!"

You Su was stunned at first, then he winked at He Kongyue who spoke.

"I didn't expect that even at this point, you would still say that my father misunderstood! Was our heartfelt confession last night fake? If you don't want to admit it, why did you agree to come to my He's house?!"

"I……"

You Su was really confused.

"Yue'er! How can you talk like that? Have you forgotten what your father taught you? Be gentle and polite to women."

He Mingpei shouted in a serious voice, and despite his hunched figure, his aura was even stronger than He Kongyue's.

"Dad, I don't mean that. You go in first. Miss You is still a little shy and timid. Let me talk to her alone." He Kongyue's voice softened again.

He Mingpei then smiled apologetically and said to You Su:
"Don't be scared, Miss You. Kong Yue is still very gentle. Just talk about it. I'll wait for you inside."

You Su could only nod blankly.

After saying this, the old man staggered into the quaint house behind him.

Seeing the old man come in, He Kongyue pulled You Su out of the door. There were restrictions here, so He Kongyue didn't have to worry about He Mingpei overhearing his whispers.

She slowly put her head close to You Su's ear and whispered:

"Sister You, you have to cater to ..."

The hot air exhaled from He Kongyuetan's mouth blew onto You Su's face.

Don’t mention it, it smells pretty good…

You Su secretly felt something was strange, and thought it was a bit awkward for two grown men to be so close to each other and whisper.

Especially since I have become a 'You Meimei'...

He quietly moved away, then remembered the agreement to 'go with the flow' before entering the door.

From this perspective, He Mingpei must be really crazy, as she actually mistook herself for a woman.

"Brother He wants me to pretend to be a woman?"

He Kongyue nodded embarrassedly:
"That's right. My father has already recognized you as a woman. If you insist on proving yourself, he will probably be confused. Once he gets emotional, the consequences will be unimaginable."

You Su pursed his lips, still wanting to ask for clarification:

"Does your father have difficulty understanding men and women?"

"I'm not sure either... Actually, my father is under house arrest here and basically won't react to outsiders, but he is particularly interested in you."

"Why?"

"I guess it's because I always met with others in the living room outside, but you and I met in my private study. He must think you are very special."

"It's actually like this..."

"Plus, my father wanted me to find a Taoist partner, so he guessed that you were a woman I was close to. And the way you were dressed today was rather... that... so he preconceivedly thought you were a woman."

After hearing this, You Su finally understood why He Kongyue was so shocked when she saw him after entering the room.

"So what Brother He means is... let me continue to pretend to be a woman, firstly to obey your father's wishes, and secondly to become a shield for you to use as your father's excuse to urge marriage?"

"You still understand me. This way, we can kill two birds with one stone."

“How can we kill two birds with one stone?”

"First, it can help relieve my father's illness, and I won't have to endure the blind dates my father arranged for me. Second, my father will definitely take good care of you, his future daughter-in-law, and you can also build a good relationship with my father and ask him more about that woman. After all, my father has been crazy since I can remember, and I know a little about that woman, but my father is different."

He Kongyue raised the corner of her mouth. You Su had no reason to refuse the benefits she offered.

Little did she know that even she couldn't get anything out of this demented old man about He Shutong, so how could You Su possibly find out?

Upon hearing this, You Su also fell into deep thought. He Kongyue thought that he didn't want to pretend to be a woman, so he grabbed You Su's hand.

Feeling the warmth of the big hand in her hand, He Kongyue's cheeks flushed even more. Her eyes were helpless and expectant. Her body leaned forward slightly, as if silently expressing her plea:
"Please help me, Sister You!"

He Kongyue's hands were unusually soft, and it seemed that he seldom did heavy work.

You Su was frightened by her behavior. Brother He must be eager for me to help him... Normal men would grab shoulders, so why did he grab hands?

"There's no need to be so serious between me and Brother He." You Su held He Kongyue's hand and slowly put it down, "I will cooperate with you."

"Thank you!"

He Kongyue's smile was so bright that it even outshined the gorgeous camellia flowers around her.

You Su still liked the casual He Kongyue, so he joked:
"As the saying goes, a true brother is someone who becomes his woman when his brother needs one. Since Brother He needs it, I, You Su, will do my best to help him."

???

He Kongyue was filled with surprise. Where did this cliché come from?

As he spoke, You Su did a gesture that only good buddies would do. He affectionately put his arm around He Kongyue's shoulders and patted them.

He Kongyue leaned her shoulders on You Su's arms, her whole face turned red, and she couldn't help but want to shrink.

He had many friends, but he had never done such an intimate thing with them. Firstly, he felt that such a rough action was not in line with his temperament, and secondly, it would annoy others.

But why am I not so disgusted when he hugs me...

No! It's too close!

He Kongyue quickly woke up, broke free from You Su's arms, and said in a deep voice:

"You Su, don't forget that you are a woman now! How can a woman hug a man like this!"

You Su suddenly realized, and then he withdrew his hand in dismay, then bowed slightly and said in a low voice:
"Then Mr. He, come and hug me..."

He Kongyue listened to the female voice played by You Su and found it somewhat realistic, and her eyes widened involuntarily.

But of course she would not hug You Su like this. The concealing magic weapon given to her by the people of the sacred mountain was difficult for even the Venerable Dongxu to see through, unless she took the initiative to remove it. But this was only a change in perception, and the actual touch could not be changed.

She dresses very modestly every day, just to expose as little skin as possible. She often wears a bra underneath, and because of the habit of bra wrapping since she was a child, she actually has small breasts...

But even though I have a flat chest, I still need to pay attention to that, okay?
"How can you hug your parents when you meet them for the first time? How disrespectful!"

At this moment, He Kongyue looked like a serious and old-fashioned man.

"Come in with me."

You Su cleared her throat and then walked into the door gracefully.

It was not the first time for him to dress up as a woman, but he did not feel disgusted. Instead, he recalled the experience of sneaking into the mansion of the young master with Miss Xueruo in Yuhuan Pool. He did not expect that the skills that he thought he would never use in his life could still be used now, and he missed them even more.

He Kongyue looked at his own heroic steps in amazement, then at You Su's graceful figure.

No buddy, have you really been a woman?
"Constrain yourself a little! How can you walk more coquettishly than my maid?"

He Kongyue just felt that it was too much to bear watching, and couldn't tell who was the real woman between her and You Su...

The two of them had not walked into the yard for long when the door creaked open.

He Mingpei stood by the door with a kind smile on her face, apparently waiting for the two of them.

"Miss You, please come in quickly. I have prepared some fragrant tea."

"Thank you, Patriarch He."

You Su smiled gently.

When entering the room, the first thing you smell is the strong scent of herbs. This demented old man must be accompanied by drugs all day long.

After the three of them sat down, He Kongyue considerately filled their glasses with tea.

He Mingpei's eyes moved back and forth between her son and You Su. She nodded frequently with satisfaction, and the corners of her mouth were always curled up.

"father……"

He Kongyue frowned and reminded softly.

He Mingpei then retracted her slightly offensive gaze and began to chat:
"Is this Miss You's first time visiting the He family?"

"Replying to Patriarch He, this is the third time."

"It's the third time?"

He Mingpei did not seem to be surprised. He actually knew how many times You Su had come. It was precisely because You Su had repeatedly come to Yue'er's study, which Yue'er never allowed outsiders to enter, that he paid special attention to this person.

"Yue'er, you are such a fool. You only brought Miss You to see me after coming here three times. Do you think that I, your father, am half buried in the ground and cannot be seen by others?"

He Kongyue was a little embarrassed: "You are too kind, Dad..."

"It's not like that, Master He. In fact, Brother He mentioned it to me, but I was timid and didn't dare to come to see you. It was only today that I made up my mind and finally mustered up the courage to visit you." You Su excused He Kongyue.

He Mingpei nodded with relief. Apart from mistaking You Su for a woman, he seemed to be no different from an old man.

"I just wanted to scare him. I don't mean to blame him. By the way, Miss You's surname is rare. I wonder where your ancestral home is?"

"I'm from Izumo City."

"Izumo City?" He Mingpei's expression was slightly tense, as if she was trying to recall where this place was. "It's the city surrounded by mountains on three sides and shrouded in clouds and mist, right?"

"Yes, it is that Izumo Castle."

"Then I guess Miss You can eat spicy food very well?" A gleam of light flashed in He Mingpei's eyes.

Izumo City is very humid, and everyone loves spicy food to remove moisture, and You Su is no exception.

"It's okay." You Su didn't understand, but still answered modestly.

"Eating spicy food is not good, as it will make you irritable. Eating sour food is good, and if you like sour food, you will not get sick." He Mingpei advised seriously.

He Kongyue raised his eyebrows. This is just the beginning. Both the sour boy and the spicy girl are involved? ?
"Dad! I can eat whatever I want, why do you care about me?"

He Mingpei laughed, "Yue'er is right. It's best to eat spicy and sour food. Isn't that wonderful?"

You Su curled his lips and said, "Thank you for the guidance, Patriarch He. I am not picky."

"That's great!" He Mingpei was very satisfied with You Su's performance. "I wonder how old you are, Miss You?"

"Eighteen years old." You Su answered truthfully.

"Oh, Yue'er is nearly thirty years older than you." He Mingpei exclaimed, "Don't look down on him." He Kongyue's face turned dark and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

What a foolish father, why is he bringing up age for no reason! People who practice cultivation are quite old, so this age difference is nothing at all!

What’s more important is that we share the same interests and have a great time talking to each other!

"No, Mr. He is in his prime and is the most popular nobleman in Henggao City. And I am just a wild girl from a small place. I hope Mr. He doesn't despise me."

"He dares?!"

He Mingpei slammed the table so hard that the exquisite red bloodwood tea table shook three times. Then he smiled kindly and asked:
"Then Miss You's parents are cultivators? What level of cultivation are they?"

"Dad, are you going to ask about the other person's entire family?" He Kongyue rolled his eyes.

"I'm doing this for your own good!" He Mingpei was so angry that his veins bulged. "You just want to be an old cow eating young grass. Haven't you ever thought that you might be older than her father? How can we talk about marriage without asking clearly?"

If Yousu's parents were mortals, this is indeed a possible phenomenon...

He Kongyue was completely speechless, her face flushed: "Dad, can you please stop worrying so much? I finally found my sweetheart, how can I care so much?"

"Master He, I am an orphan, without a father or a mother." You Su confessed with a smile.

He Mingpei's face suddenly froze, and he glared at He Kongyue, as if silently questioning:
Where did you get this treasure from? Why are you so sharp-eyed?

"I am a bit abrupt, please don't mind it, Miss You. My He family never looks at people's background, because no one's background is higher than ours. Miss You was already in the upper realm of the spiritual stage at the age of 18. Such talent is also top-notch in Henggao City. If anyone looks down on you, they are blind."

"Miss You is indeed very talented." He Kongyue also echoed the praise.

"Master Xie and Young Master are sure." You Su nodded slightly to show his shyness.

"As you should. I wonder who your teacher is, Miss You? Your talent cannot be buried in vain." He Mingpei cares about You Su very much.

"Dad, Miss You is the second disciple of Master Lian Jian of Xuan Xiao Sect. She is from a famous family and is much more powerful than me."

"Lotus Sword Master?"

He Mingpei Fuxu recalled that when Venerable Lianjian became famous, he was starting to go crazy, so he only had a vague impression of this Venerable.

"That Miss You is also a swordsman?"

"I just know some fancy moves."

"A woman practicing swordsmanship..." He Mingpei slightly raised her head, her eyes seemed to be reminiscing about the past, and she sighed softly, "It's good to practice swordsmanship..."

Is it better to repair the sword?
You Su frowned secretly. This old man didn't seem to dislike women practicing swordsmanship as much as he expected...

Can we infer that He Mingpei doesn’t actually hate her daughter who ran away from home because of the sword?
You Su suddenly realized that his master's wife's return to the He family might not be a fantasy.

"Miss You is a versatile person with both literary and martial skills. Compared with her literary talent, her swordsmanship is inferior."

He Kongyue changed the subject, not wanting to get entangled with Venerable Lian Jian.

"Indeed! In the anthology of poems and essays that Yue'er sent me last time, I was only impressed by the piece "On the Love of Lotus". I felt that this piece of writing should only exist in heaven. Even if Miss You doesn't learn swordsmanship, she can definitely learn Taoism through writing. She is a truly talented woman!"

He Mingpei did not hesitate to express her admiration for You Su.

He was under house arrest here, in a state of normality and madness all day long. He had no interest in anything in the outside world, and could not communicate well with anyone except He Kongyue. He only liked to read some poems to comfort himself.

"Master He, you are too kind! That poem was not written by me. You Su cannot accept it!"

You Su only wanted to spread good literary works, but never thought of using them to gain false reputation. Otherwise, he would not have insisted on clearing Mr. Zhou Dunyi's name when studying for the exam that day and facing the hostile Fairy Lu.

"Not your doing?"

He Mingpei was surprised at first, but then her eyes showed approval:

"This poem is indeed not signed by You Su, but Yue'er told me that Zhou Dunyi might be Miss You's pen name. Miss You is honest. With such a famous name that will be passed down through the ages, you are actually not moved. You have lived up to your love for lotus."

"Thank you for the compliment, Patriarch He."

You Su is not always modest.

The more He Mingpei looked at her, the more satisfied he became, as if he had already determined that this was his future daughter-in-law.

But this smile soon turned into sadness:
"Madam... did you see it? Yue'er has found a good Taoist partner..."

The old man sighed to the sky, shedding bitter tears, and even started coughing violently when he was so emotional.

He Kongyue rushed over to support the old man upon seeing this, only to see the old man loosen the handkerchief that was covering his mouth, revealing that the handkerchief was stained with blood.

"Dad, please stop talking..."

He Kongyue patted the old man's bony back, his eyes showing pity.

The old man tremblingly took out a piece of charcoal from his arms, opened and closed his mouth, but could only utter a few words with sobs.

"Miss You... this is Mohu Jade. Wear it to ward off disease and calamity. This is our first meeting, so please accept it..."

As he said this, he stuffed the charcoal into He Kongyue's hand. He Kongyue was shocked when he saw it, and lamented that his father's consciousness was getting more and more confused.

He Mingpei was known as the Master of Jade, and his practice was closely related to jade. It was rumored that he had a hundred different kinds of jade on his body at most. But such a jade lover actually regarded the charcoal in the stove as precious Mohu jade.

At this moment, You Su had no choice but to accept it.

"Miss You, please accept it. This is a little gift from my father."

You Su did not notice anything mysterious about the jade, but he still took it and thanked him sincerely:

"You Su thanks Patriarch He."

He Mingpei half-slumped on the tea table and smiled with relief:

"I'm not feeling well, so I'm afraid I can't accompany Miss You... I'll let Kong Yue go out with you, go to my He's house and meet more people. When I get better, I'll invite you to come and play..."

"That's right. It's more important for Patriarch He to rest. I'm sorry for disturbing you, You Su."

You Su quickly stood up and said, "Then I will take my leave first. Mr. He, you don't have to accompany me. Please take care of the head of the He family here."

"Ma'am... I miss you so much..."

He Mingpei could no longer hear what others were saying, and was immersed in the longing that had accumulated over a hundred years.

He Kongyue's eyes also turned red, but no tears fell.

She stood up and took a deep breath, then helped He Mingpei to the bed:
"I'll take you out first."

You Su nodded silently.

The two of them walked out of the house in silence, with only He Mingpei's cries of grief coming from the room.

You Su couldn't help but be moved: "Your father really loves your mother deeply."

"My father only loved my mother his entire life, otherwise he wouldn't have fallen into such a situation." He Kongyue shook his head, "From this point of view, people who are sentimental may live longer than those who are deeply affectionate. At least when his wife died, he still had someone else to accompany him, so he didn't have to commit suicide."

"A person who is sentimental is not necessarily unaffectionate. The opposite of deep affection is indifference."

You Su does not agree with the view that being sentimental is equivalent to being heartless.

He Kongyue glanced at You Su, with an inexplicable look in his eyes:

"It is so difficult to be affectionate and deep. I hope Miss You can do it."

"I will spare no efforts." You Su stopped walking, "Brother He, please send me here. Go back and take care of your father. Tell the maid to tell you how to leave."

"I'm really sorry to bother you today. I'd better walk you out the door. My father often does this, and he's used to it. It doesn't matter if he waits for a while. Besides, my father can sense our location. If he finds out that I didn't walk you out, I'm afraid he will be even angrier."

You Su had no choice but to obey, quickening his pace and asking with concern, "Is it not curable with medicine?"

He Kongyue shook his head helplessly: "I have tried all kinds of medicine, but heart disease is hard to cure. Every time he was in grief, I would read him some poems in memory of his deceased wife. He seemed to get a kind of comfort from those poems, and his emotions would be more stable."

You Su was stunned when he heard this, and then he found a flat place nearby and took out the rice paper and the purple pearl pen given to him by He Kongyue from his Qiankun bag.

"Miss You, are you...going to write a poem for my father?"

He Kongyue was surprised to see You Su preparing to show off his skills.

"I copied the poem, but it was indeed a gift to your father."

"What my father gave you is just a piece of black charcoal, not real Mohu jade." He Kongyue felt that it was exaggerated to exchange a piece of charcoal for a poem, "but I will find a way to find a real piece to compensate you."

He Kongyue was standing beside You Su, who was bending over and writing on the stone platform. Hearing what he said, he became annoyed and subconsciously reached out and slapped He Kongyue on the buttocks.

"Brother He, please move over here. How many times do I have to tell you, Brother He, that there is no need to be so fussy about this between you and me? If you continue to do this, I will really be angry."

You Su withdrew his hand and continued to work on his writing, secretly surprised at how soft this Brother He's bottom was...

He Kongyue stood there in a daze, completely stunned.

The soda was not heavy, but the plumpness that had never been touched by anyone was burning with pain...

how dare you? !

He Kongyue clenched his teeth, wanting to explode, but forced himself to hold it back.

After all, it is normal for brothers to pat and fight each other, and it is actually a sign of a close relationship.

If she gets angry about this, wouldn't that just make things worse?
But I can’t let him do that for nothing…!
What if it becomes a habit in the future? !

"Brother He, it's finished!"

You Su suddenly straightened up, blew on the rice paper, and then handed it to He Kongyue.

"This poem is also written to mourn my late wife. I hope it can help your father."

He Kongyue was interrupted by You Su and no longer had the energy to argue with You Su.

She took the paper and read the words on it.

"Ten years of life and death are in the air. I can never forget you without even thinking about you. A thousand miles away, a lonely grave, with no one to talk about my sadness..."

When she finished the poem, she stood there in a daze, lost in the sorrow contained in the poem for a long time.

In the blink of an eye, I realized that You Su had left for a long time.

He Kongyue pursed her lips. She knew that this poem was enough to surpass all the poems she had read to He Mingpei before.

The old man who fell ill due to missing his deceased wife would regard this poem as an antidote to relieve his pain.

The meaning of this poem to He Mingpei is so great that it cannot be replaced by charcoal, or even a piece of real Mohu jade.

Otherwise, let’s just forget about him spanking me…

As long as he doesn't do it again...

(End of this chapter)