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“Liu-shidi?” Shen Qinqiu stopped in his tracks to stare at Liu Qingge who… had some leaves in his hair? Upon closer inspection, he noticed that his clothes had dust clinging to it as well. Had there been a fight he didn’t know about? “What happened?”
“Hmph.”
He’d loathe admitting to it, but he’d been made to duck underneath trees, shrubs, and get down low to look for a rogue animal.
Shen Qingqiu had lost something and Liu Qingge took it upon himself to help him look for this missing object. Who knew it would result in him going on a wild goose chase after a crafty cat.
At first, he noticed a stray feline playing with something underneath a tree. It was a tassel that was attached to the base of Shen Qingqiu’s spare fan. He’d approached the cat, but it took one good look at his face and ran off!
It first clawed its way up a tree before it leaped from branch to branch.
Why this peak was surrounded by all this plant-life was turning out to be such an annoyance, making it hard to easily locate the rogue feline.
Once he made his way up the tree, he saw the cat jump down from a branch and into a shrub. Blasted thing!
Liu Qingge the master of Bai Zhan Peak… was chasing after a cat with a fan in its mouth. He’d even resorted to those tongue clicking sounds! Guess they only work on dogs, because the cat only hissed at him before it ran off again.
That cat vaguely reminded him of Shen Qingqiu. Cats seemed aloof and uncaring, but they had a temper. They will scratch you without warning, much like how he’ll smack the forehead of his disciple with his fan at random, scolding him over who knows what.
Chasing after the feline, he had it cornered against a large boulder. “I won’t hurt you.” He quietly attempted to coax the cat closer to him willingly. “I only want the fan.”
Hiss!
“It belongs to someone precious to me.” He spoke sternly, making the cats ears fold flat against its head.
“Please.” He used a helpless tone this time, and it seemed to do the trick.
Perhaps the cat felt pity towards him and it slowly stepped closer to him, hopping into his lap, rubbing its head up against his chest, purring loudly. Liu Qingge froze, not expecting for this to have happened. Was a momentary sign of ‘weakness’ the key to everything?
It was… kind of cute.
That silky smooth fur was pleasant to the touch, and the sound of the cat’s loud purr was… soothing, somehow. Having had its full of rubbing against him and being pet, it released the tassel from its mouth, dropping the fan into Liu Qingge’s lap.
Once it did this, it ran off into the bushes.
It was sad to see it go so soon, but he got what he came for.
Just as he’d retrieved the fan, he’d come across the wandering man.
That’s how Liu Qingge found himself in this present situation.
Without having the time to straighten out his appearance, he was caught by Shen Qingqiu. Why did you have such horrid timing? Mentally rolling his eyes, he thrust the spare fan into Shen Qingqiu’s chest. “I found it.”
“Oh. Liu-shidi has found my missing fan? I’m grateful, but I wonder why it is that Liu-shidi always finds my fans.” He wondered aloud as he hid his face behind his fan as always.
Who knows why you constantly lose them when they’re like an extension of your own arm? No one had the answer to the question, and Liu Qingge wanted to go back to his own peak and bathe the filth off himself.
Chuckle.
“What’s funny?” If you dare tell him you laughed because of his appearance, he’ll take his sword and hack you into pieces (No, he’s not serious).
“Oh, I was thinking that even enlisting Luo Binghe’s help couldn’t help me locate this fan. It seems Liu-shidi is the most reliable (fan-finder) person. Thank you again. Why don’t you stop by for a cup of tea?” You’d think that the protagonist of the novel would be able to find the fan.
Why aren’t you using your protagonist powers to help you with minor tasks like this? How shameful are you as a protagonist if your martial-uncle has to do your job for you?
Maybe the fans just loved Liu Qingge so much that that’s why he was always able to locate them?
It was just a fan, but why was it so important? Liu Qingge could never understand, but it was similar to how no one would understand why hearing the words ‘you’re so reliable’ meant so much to him.
“Save it for next time.” Liu Qingge huffed, patting down his thigh to dust off the dirt that clung to his clothes. The other got the hint that he wanted to return to his own peak and clean himself off. He wasn’t overly particular about his image like Shen Qingqiu, but even he didn’t want to stop for tea looking like a mess.
“I’ll be waiting for you, Liu-shidi.” Though half his face was covered by the fan, it was easy to tell he was smiling by the way his eyes curved into a gentle crescent shape.
Slowly, he raised a hand to pick a leaf out of Liu Qingge’s hair. “Don’t keep me waiting too long. I would appreciate it if Liu-shidi visited more often.” You were an excellent taxi-service, fan-finder, and also a great wall of defense.
The multi-purpose shidi! The ‘original scum’ was truly too stupid to make an enemy out of him and not save him! Hmph! He’d never understand it.
“Hmph. Bye.” With a curt farewell, Liu Qingge hopped onto his sword and flew off in a hurry. Worried that a redness would show on his face, he escaped.
“SHIIIZZUUUNNN, this disciple is so worthless to not have located your fan yet.” An aggrieved voice reached his ears from the sky.
“Useless! Dry your tears. Your martial-uncle has helped this master retrieve his fan. Fix your appearance, so unruly.” The master scolded the teary-eyed disciple.
He wins this round, demon.