Finally, after a long story unfolds, it is discovered that the evil ghost is in the monk's wife, so the monk reluctantly kills his wife and completely eliminates the evil ghost.
In the process of fighting ghosts, too many innocent people died, and the monk also lost his friends and loved ones. In great grief, he always saw the ghosts of his wife and those he had mistakenly killed, so he left this sad place and became a mad knight.
When the show was over, Fan Zhiyi was still reluctant to leave, even though he was a rookie who was always scared, and even though the plot of this play was average and many of the scenes were things Fan Zhiyi had seen in the real world, the details and effects were really well presented.
For example, in order to prevent the cultivator from realizing that the evil ghost was possessed by his wife, the cultivator accidentally killed a maid. The maid was strangled to death with a white silk thread, but her head suddenly turned 180 degrees and bit the cultivator directly.
The sound of suona in this scene almost sent Fan Zhiyi away. It is worth mentioning that the eerie atmosphere of the theater was rendered very well.
Beautiful, love watching!
Fan Zhiyi was thinking about it carefully, and when he went out, he found that it was raining, and the rain was a bit heavy. People in the theater had not yet left, so Fan Zhiyi stood at the door waiting for Bing Nandong.
He bought the food specially because the drama was so exciting that he didn't have time to eat it, so it was a good time to fill his stomach now.
The rain showed no sign of stopping. Fan Zhiyi finished eating and everyone in the theater had left. The lights were turned off and it was pitch black all around.
There was no one in sight, and Fan Zhiyi finally understood. Bing Nandong hadn't shown up, and he'd been stood up. But never mind. The show was actually pretty good, so he hadn't lost out.
But after being drenched in the rain, Fan Zhiyi no longer thought so. He must find Bing Nandong to settle the score, even if it was just to scold him.
You bastard, you didn't even tell me you weren't coming.
The main reason was that Fan Zhiyi forgot to bring the umbrella he had bought before. The weather was so good today, and he didn't expect it to rain in the evening.
After jogging all the way back to the Tianyunmen courtyard, Fan Zhiyi felt like a drowned rat. He walked into the courtyard and suddenly found that the lights in Bing Nandong's room were still not on, and Bing Nandong had not returned yet.
Is he really on a mission and hasn't returned yet? What mission was it? There's not even a trace of news.
There was a sound of a door opening behind him. Fan Zhiyi looked over and found that it was Bing Nandong. He was also stunned for a moment when he saw Fan Zhiyi.
The two looked at each other from a distance of just a few steps, and then Bing Nandong took a few quick steps to stand in front of Fan Zhiyi: "You..."
"Why didn't you tell me if you weren't going to the show? Do you know how long I've been waiting? I didn't even see the beginning of the show. It's such a good show, I'm going to go again if I have the chance next time! And it rained so heavily at night... Why didn't you bring an umbrella?" Fan Zhiyi talked for a while, and found that Bing Nandong's clothes were as wet as his own, as if they had just been fished out of the water.
That’s right, I got wet all the way.
"I went there and waited for you at the door, but I didn't see you."
"I went there too, but I didn't see you." Fan Zhiyi suddenly had an idea, and immediately pulled Bing Nandong under the eaves. Didn't they have to talk in the rain like this? "Do you still have your ticket? Show it to me."
Bing Nandong followed Fan Zhiyi's instructions. Fan Zhiyi went into the room and turned on the light, using the light to observe the two tickets. The time was the same, but the location and play were completely different. The play Bing Nandong was performing was called "Ghost Wife".
Fan Zhiyi finally understood why they both went to the appointment but didn't see each other, because they were not watching a play at all.
He was speechless and laughed out loud. He never thought that someone as strict as Bing Nandong would make such a mistake.
Seeing Bing Nandong standing at the door, all wet and looking at him eagerly, Fan Zhiyi went out again and told him about his discovery.
Bing Nandong took the two tickets, looked at them, and said nothing.
Fan Zhiyi knew that Bing Nandong was probably embarrassed. After all, he had made an appointment with someone to see a play, but got the time and place wrong. Maybe Bing Nandong was still sulking on the way, thinking that this person didn't show up and made him a fool by getting wet in the rain all night.
"Did you go to see your performance?" Bing Nandong asked.
"I saw it, otherwise how would I know it was good?" Fan Zhiyi changed the subject, "You wouldn't have been waiting outside the whole time, right?"
Bing Nandong raised his eyes and stared at him, without saying a word, with his lips tightly pursed.
Fan Zhiyi patted his shoulder in a very understanding manner and said, "It's okay. We'll go see it together next time."
Before he could withdraw his hand, Bing Nandong grabbed his hand and said in a lost tone, "I thought that because of me, you didn't even watch your favorite plays, or that you deliberately avoided me and watched it by yourself and then left."
Fan Zhiyi was amused by his speculation. It turned out that when you like someone, it's not just your own wild imagination. "How could I be that kind of person? If someone dared to do that to me, I would definitely punch him twice."
"Fan Zhiyi." Bing Nandong was calling his name. The water droplets on his hair caused them to sway and fall onto the back of Fan Zhiyi's hand.
Bing Nandong's palms were burning hot, so hot that they could almost burn people.
There were tiny water droplets on his eyelashes. I don’t know if it was because of the rain, but it softened his edges. “Is it so tiring to like someone?”
He just held Fan Zhiyi's hand and refused to let go, but did not do anything else inappropriate.
Yes, I'm so tired. Fan Zhiyi felt the same way and nodded.
Bing Nandong caught this action and said dissatisfiedly, "Why are you nodding?"
"...I agree with you." Fan Zhiyi simply couldn't keep up with Bing Nandong's jumping thoughts. He was on the sad channel just a second ago, how come he suddenly changed the channel again?
"I changed my mind." Bing Nandong said, "On the way back, I thought about it. I feel that I may not be able to be as self-disciplined and at ease in love as described in the book. So give me an answer now, Fan Zhiyi." His eyes swept over Fan Zhiyi, with the dampness of night rain.
"Fan Zhiyi, I like you."
"…Why do you like me?"
"There's not so many reasons." Bing Nandong seemed to feel that being too perfunctory would affect the final result. He continued, "Maybe it's because you are you, not everyone else, and it has nothing to do with anyone else."
"Bing Nandong, I... I'm not actually..." He's not his original self. Fan Zhiyi lowered his head in frustration. He still couldn't say it. There were too many things he couldn't say. "Bing Nandong, you know I have lost my memory. In my opinion, we knew each other too briefly and didn't understand each other at all. Besides, do you believe in fate?"
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