Shizun, Misunderstood this Disciple As a Hero. [bl]

Chapter 18

[Shizun, Why are you making this disciple feel jealous?]

Xiu Qiangahu was lost in his thoughts about Yun Lixin as he walked through the stalls, memories flooding in his head. Tomorrow is Yun lixin's death anniversary along with New Year. It would be 5 years since Yun Lixin died. And today was the day Yun lixin had shown him the fireworks as they stood under the deep dark night sky with stars glittering. It was a beautiful sight and Xiu Qiangshu had thought it would be a beautiful and memorable day and that he would remember for the rest of his life, but funny how he really thought that for once his life would be good. Funny for him to even believe that he would live a good life.

"Shizun! Over here!" Xiu Qiangshu suddenly heard a familiar voice call out. That voice sounded exactly like Yun lixin! Hopes sparked up as he turned around to find the source of the voice. There it was, a young man of 17 years old smiling brightly. He looked somewhat like Yun lixin..but it wasn't Yun lixin.

Xiu Qiangshu was disappointed, a sad look on his face as he saw the young man call his shizun over. The shizun looked tall and gentle as he smiled brightly at the youngman. "What is it?" The young man's shizun asked as he smiled.

"Shizun, let's buy this." The young man excitedly said as he pointed out a pair of wooden rattle drums he was interested in. His shizun just shook his head and let out a small laugh, finding him adorable.

"You still act like a kid even though you're going to be 18 soon."

"I know, it just reminds me of parents who are long gone.." The young man gave a sad smile. His shizun looked at him with sorrow before patting him on the head.

"Alright, I will buy you this. I'm sorry about your parents. You must have been very lonely." The Shizun responded with a soft voice.

"Thank you, and I have you shizun so I really never felt lonely because of you." The youngman grinned, his eyes forming a crescent shape, looking just like Yun lixin when he smiled.

Xiu Qiangshu didn't realize that he was smiling too at the young man's and his shizun's interaction, looking completely like an idiot. He remembered the day when he and Yun lixin had buyed a pair of tassels that he still had with him. He wondered where Yun lixin's tassel would be..probably with his dead body in the abyss.

Xiu Qiangshu turned around in a daze, lost in his thoughts only to bump into someone. A huge figure hovered above him, steadying Xiu Qiangshu from falling. Xiu Qiangshu stared at the man with a demonic face type of mask. Their eyes met each other, Xiu qiangshu saw the mask man's eyes faintly go wide.

'If Yun lixin was still alive he would have the same soft hair and brown pair of eyes as this man with a mask. He would probably be the same height and age as this masked man, and not still 17 year old. How funny of me to think that Yun lixin would be the same age as he died.'

But when Xiu Qiangshu came back to reality, he realized he was going insane. He was seriously going crazy!

Thinking of everyone as Yun lixin, he finally became mad for sure. Xiu Qiangshu steadied himself, unfolding his fan to hide half of his face. The tassel hung from the end of the foldable fan, the mask man's gaze went from Xiu Qiangshu's face towards the tassel, his empty eyes flickered with red light in them, as if surprised. Xiu Qiangshu's frosty eyes pierced the eyes of the masked man in front of him.

"Sorry about that." Xiu Qiangshu apologized in a respectful manner though half of his panicked face was hidden by the fan and internally he was questioning this mask man.

'Why was this man wearing a heidious mask? Is this some type of tradition, culture or festival?' Xiu Qiangshu wondered as he observed the man who seemed familiar to him yet didn't.