The rain got heavier at night. Fan Zhiyi ran back to the inn holding an umbrella. After a quick wash, he lay down on the bed. Wu Sheng's story and Bing Nandong's expression emerged in his mind.
Sighing, Fan Zhiyi felt that the number of times he sighed had been increasing recently.
Wait, he was getting carried away. He actually dared to run back alone with this physical condition, go to the inn alone, and sleep alone. He was not afraid that something that could not be explained by science would happen.
Tsk.
Even so, since he had thought of it, Fan Zhiyi still took out the talisman and held it in his hand to make himself feel more at ease, then closed his eyes again.
In the end, he still couldn't fall asleep, so he went to turn on the light again. He sat for a while, thinking about what Bing Nandong's expression would be when he came back and saw the light was on.
That’s not right. There is only one bed in this room. So where has Bing Nandong been staying these two days? He won’t come here, will he?
No, no, no, it was Bing Nandong who took care of me when I had a fever.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt that it was careless. Why bother with those inexplicable feelings? It was embarrassing, so what? It was better than being eaten by a ghost.
The more he thought about it, the more scared he became. Fan Zhiyi recalled the ghost stories he had read before, including those he had read and those Bing Nandong had told him. He felt a chill on his back and couldn't help but wrap himself tightly in his quilt.
However, he couldn't resist the sleepiness later, and Fan Zhiyi fell asleep with his eyelids fighting each other. He slept quite well, without any dreams, and woke up naturally.
Perhaps because it rained all night, the air in the morning was particularly fresh, and a golden halo was faintly outlined on the horizon, making people feel full of hope.
When Fan Zhiyi opened the door, Bing Nandong was about to knock. The two looked at each other in silence for a moment. Bing Nandong asked, "How is your illness?"
"I'm completely well now. I'm in great shape."
"Let's go, get ready to go."
"Where are we going?" Fan Zhiyi was a little confused for a moment. Are we going to the Immortal Court again?
"Back to Tianyun Sect." Bing Nandong's answer was concise. "Not long after you left last night, people from other sects arrived. Now that the handover is complete, we don't need to stay here any longer."
There was nothing to pack, so after Bing Nandong said that, Fan Zhiyi just followed him.
The road was still wet and there were some puddles, it seemed that the rain had not stopped for long.
Fan Zhiyi held on to his oil-paper umbrella and was reluctant to let it go. He had fallen in love with this one at first sight when he was choosing the pattern yesterday.
Bing Nandong saw him holding an umbrella and thought it was cute: "Do you like him that much?"
"Of course." Fan Zhiyi was in a good mood. "You don't understand." After saying that, he couldn't help but hum a tuneless song.
Of course I am happy that I can go back to Tianyunmen to hug Xiao Hei, and I can finally get rid of the ghosts and stay in the small house for a while.
But... Fan Zhiyi secretly glanced at Bing Nandong's back. When they returned, they would have more time alone. Then, since he had resisted so obviously yesterday, how should he face Bing Nandong?
Could it be that he was too sensitive and thought it wrong? Bing Nandong actually had something else to say to him, and it was not something so superficial.
What exactly did Bing Nandong want to say that night and yesterday?
Fan Zhiyi was feeling uneasy, but strangely, he felt like he still had a glimmer of hope. He thought that it would be better to just make it clear, as it would be much better than struggling with it alone here.
Bing Nandong was silent, and neither was Fan Zhiyi. The silence between them was profound. Fan Zhiyi was nervous all the way until he saw the flower shop nearby and stopped. "Bing Nandong, where are we going to meet? Will we pass that bridge?"
"Yes, go buy some flowers."
Bing Nandong is always so considerate, how can Fan Zhiyi restrain himself?
Putting these things behind him for the time being, Fan Zhiyi finally chose to be a coward. Since Bing Nandong didn't mention it, he might as well pretend that he didn't know. This way he would feel relieved, and he knew how to get along with Bing Nandong.
Fan Zhiyi came to his senses and picked a few white flowers. When he walked to the bridge, he found that there were more lanterns remaining on the lake than yesterday, and people had also released flowers on the shore and on the bridge.
Fan Zhiyi placed the flowers on the bridge where Yue Tang jumped off. His mood suddenly became much heavier. He looked at the lake and his heart ached again. That was Yue Tang's remaining emotions and his empathy.
"For them, this life ends at death. Letting go of everything is the best choice. We have done everything we can." Bing Nandong said suddenly.
Fan Zhiyi knew that this person was comforting him again, and couldn't help but smile bitterly.
The sunlight happened to fall on the lake, and it tried its best to shine on the white walls and black tiles, adding a few masterpieces of nature.
"Fan Zhiyi, I am attracted to you."
Fan Zhiyi paused for a moment, and for a moment he felt that he was in standby mode, and his raised foot did not even touch the ground firmly.
What the hell is this? What is going on? Who is he? Where is he? What is he going to do? Who likes who? Is that what Xinyue means?
The moment his feet touched the ground, Fan Zhiyi felt like he was walking on cotton and was still dreaming.
He had just decided to pretend nothing happened, but because of Bing Nandong's words, all his plans were completely disrupted. He didn't know what expression he should use to look at Bing Nandong now.
"I said, Fan Zhiyi, I like you." Bing Nandong changed to a more straightforward language, saying it word by word, not allowing Fan Zhiyi to find any reason to guess the meaning.
"Which one do you like?"
"What do you think? What other kind could it be?" Bing Nandong walked back towards him step by step. Every step seemed to step on Fan Zhiyi's heart, making him so nervous that his heart began to beat uncontrollably again.
"Of course I want to be your Taoist partner, to be with you day and night."
Fan Zhiyi was stunned by the confession he had received for the first time since childhood. He didn't even dare to turn around. Bing Nandong stood directly in front of him, blocking his way. Bing Nandong could even hear his own heartbeat: "Do you want to think about it? How long will it take?"
In Bing Nandong's opinion, Fan Zhiyi likes him, and he also likes Fan Zhiyi. He doesn't like the ambiguous and vague feeling that Fan Zhiyi mentioned. Maybe some people enjoy it, but he needs a more direct answer, so he said it.
He can wait for Fan Zhiyi's answer, but not too long, otherwise he will become anxious and his composure will turn into anxiety.
Fan Zhiyi was actually impulsive for a moment. He wanted to agree. Although they had not been together for a long time, it was unforgettable enough. But almost as he raised his eyes, when that urgent feeling was about to be expressed in words, Fan Zhiyi stopped.
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