Sons of Nature

2 Where Sun and Rain Meet (5)

Since that day, the two of them had met him regularly. At first, it was mostly Bao Feng Yu who would go to Yang Guang's palace, sitting with him for a few hours.

Yang Guang had become a little self-conscious when they spent so much time and he wasn't able to talk like all the other gods. So he had tried to think of things they could do that wouldn't require them to talk. Playing a board game with him, doing some calligraphy, whatever he could think of, he would suggest it by just showing him the things and then pretending to be excited about it even though he really would've liked to know more about Bao Feng Yu instead.

For some time, the god of storms went along with things. In any case, to him, all of this was new. He found out that Yang Guang surprisingly sucked at playing weiqi but that he was quite good at calligraphy. In fact, the way he wrote was beautiful, something worthy to be admired. It reminded him a little of the way that Yang Guang danced. There was a certain elegance to it but also a lightness as if in the next moment, this person or that character on the paper would lift off and fly into the sky.

He also realized that Yang Guang really liked music. From the guzhen to the huqin or from the xiao to the drum, he could play all of them. It probably wasn't strange. If he loved to dance, he'd probably also like music. It was just that a lot of these instruments didn't really work well for playing while dancing.

After a few days of watching Yang Guang either play or dance in silence, Bao Feng Yu couldn't help but pick up the drums himself and play a tune, motioning for Yang Guang to dance.

He himself wasn't a person that was that musically gifted. He had a sense of rhythm but that was it. He had never really bothered to put in the time to learn much. Playing the drums was something that he could do a little but he wasn't too well versed in it either. Nonetheless, Yang Guang was able to make a beautiful dance out of his botched-up songs, and with time, Bao Feng Yu managed to get a bit better.

From doing just anything randomly, they finally settled on mostly spending their time like this. Even though Bao Feng Yu still would've liked to have a talk every now and then, he also loved watching him dance and he could do so for hours on end. Now, at least part of that wish was fulfilled so he wasn't greedy for more.

He also knew that Yang Guang probably had a few hangups about being the only god born without a voice so he didn't want to rush him. While he didn't mind, he could imagine that others did and most likely, Yang Guang had suffered through that. The fact that he hadn't seen a single person come over despite how much time he had spent here at Yang Guang's palace told him that there were quite a few things wrong.

Bao Feng Yu didn't need to say anything anyway because, with time, Yang Guang didn't manage to hold himself back. He started to motion a bit to ask about Bao Feng Yu. He couldn't help himself. He just wanted to know more about this man that was insisting on coming over almost every single day. Even if he couldn't speak to him much, he wanted to know some simple things at least: How his day had been before he came over, how he thought about something, or whether he would take part in some festival coming up. Even though they were just some simple questions, it was enough as long as he could hear a bit more about him.

Bao Feng Yu patiently waited for him to finish signing before he started guessing what he might mean, and then told him whatever he wanted to know after he had figured it out.

One of those days, he couldn't help but look at Yang Guang a little longer after he had had an especially difficult time to tell what he wanted to know. There was a question that had been bothering him for a bit and now, he couldn't help but finally ask. "Is it that people don't come here because they have a hard time telling what you mean?"