Bing Nandong took it and walked into the house without saying anything. Fan Zhiyi asked him, "Do you want to have some breakfast?"
The only answer he got was the sound of Bing Nandong's door slamming shut.
It’s okay, it’s okay, Fan Zhiyi comforted himself. It seemed that Bing Nandong had listened to what he said last night. Oh my God, he thought that everything he did yesterday had the opposite effect, but he didn’t expect that things would take such an unexpected turn.
The next morning, Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong again when he went out. He was sitting alone on a chair on the porch, looking at the plum tree. Fan Zhiyi thought about it and decided to go over and say hello to him: "All the snow on the plum tree has melted."
Bing Nandong was unmoved, but Fan Zhiyi did not feel frustrated. On the contrary, Bing Nandong would now sit outside the house for a while, and he felt that this was progress.
So Fan Zhiyi said, "Mr. Cen should be in the academy by now."
"He brought me food."
"What's the meaning?"
Bing Nandong turned to look at Fan Zhiyi: "I had breakfast with Mr. Cen this morning."
Fan Zhiyi: “!” Damn, you did a great job, Mr. Cen!
Fan Zhiyi really wanted to ask Cen Jun how he persuaded Bing Nandong to start eating, but the next second he heard Bing Nandong say, "You don't have to bring me food, I'm not hungry."
When he was imprisoned, no one brought him food. Either they fed Bing Nandong some fasting pills when they remembered, or they just let him starve. Moreover, cultivators have good physiques, and Bing Nandong had died once, so this also developed his ability to resist hunger.
"You... have been fasting?" Fan Zhiyi carefully chose his words, fearing that he would accidentally anger this ancestor and run back to the house to lock himself up.
"No, I haven't practiced for a long time."
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi felt sad: "It's okay. Once you recover from your injury, returning to your peak will be a piece of cake."
Hearing this, Bing Nandong sneered, but did not explain any further.
After staying there quietly for a while, Bing Nandong said, "I want to go back to my old house and take a look."
"Okay, I'll go with you." It's a good thing to walk around more.
Bing Nandong did not refuse. Since Fan Zhiyi couldn't find the place, he accompanied Bing Nandong and slowly walked down the snow mountain.
Leaving the area beyond the snow-capped mountains, you can see lush grass and singing birds everywhere. It is the beautiful spring season.
At this time, the teenagers of the same age as Cen Jun were still attending classes in the academy, while most of the other disciples were outside training or completing tasks. The situation at the Ghost Gate became more and more serious, so they rarely had free time. Even the disciples who stayed in the Tianyun Gate were in a hurry, but Fan Zhiyi still noticed the surprise on their faces when they saw Bing Nandong, and then they immediately lowered their heads, pretending not to see it, and quickened their pace.
Bing Nandong seemed to be completely unaware of these people's attitudes. There was no change in his facial expression or walking speed.
Fan Zhiyi felt strange. Since Mr. Cen called Bing Nandong the eldest senior brother, he must be the eldest senior brother of Tianyun Sect. And according to Mr. Cen, Bing Nandong should have been a pretty good person before. After being missing for such a long time, shouldn't these people be happy that he appeared in front of everyone? Why did they react like this?
But Bing Nandong is not in a very good condition now, and he doesn't intend to ask these questions now to irritate Bing Nandong.
After walking for a long time, they finally arrived at Bing Nandong's destination. The moment he pushed open the door, it creaked and a choking smell of dust hit his face. Fan Zhiyi stretched out his hand to disperse it.
Places that have not been inhabited for a long time always look particularly desolate. The scattered weeds in the yard have grown several inches high, and the stone table and lounge chair in the middle are covered with dust accumulated over time.
Bing Nandong walked slowly through this familiar place. He hadn't been back for ten years, but every inch of land here was painted under his feet, outlining a detailed map in his mind.
He remembered that when they were competing, Fan Zhiyi was sitting at the door waiting for him to come back. He also remembered that Fan Zhiyi loved to sit on that recliner and hold Nanshan while reading...
He remembered many, many details about the past ten years here. Everything he recalled now was related to Fan Zhiyi.
But Fan Zhiyi, why did you treat him like that?
Bing Nandong stumbled, leaned forward, and breathed heavily, his hands clutching his clothes tightly around his chest. He felt like he was sinking in the sea, as if he were suffocating, and the pain in his heart came and went, like needles pricking him.
Seeing Bing Nandong suddenly look like this, Fan Zhiyi stepped forward and held his hand: "Are you okay?" Could it be that there was too much dust in this courtyard and the air was bad, and Bing Nandong had some problems with his respiratory system, which caused him to become like this?
"Are you coming back to look for something? Let me help you find it. You go outside. The air in here is not good."
"I'm fine." Bing Nandong refused Fan Zhiyi's support and walked towards the room on the left alone, stepping slowly.
Bing Nandong has been stubborn for a long time, and the layout of this courtyard is actually simple. The two rooms face each other across the courtyard, and there are several small rooms ahead. So Fan Zhiyi can easily judge where Bing Nandong wants to go by the direction he is going. He took the lead and opened the door in advance. Sure enough, thick dust and musty smell came out, and Fan Zhiyi had to cover his mouth and nose with his sleeves.
Bing Nandong didn't say anything about this. He just went into the room and started searching. Fan Zhiyi turned his back and said, "Call me if you need anything."
He didn't get a response, which was to be expected; the other party must have heard him anyway. Fan Zhiyi was just idly pacing around, waiting for Bing Nandong to finish packing. Suddenly, he noticed something he hadn't noticed before—a small mound of dirt beneath the tree behind the stone table and lounge chair.
At this moment, Bing Nandong came out after packing up and said to Fan Zhiyi, "Wait a moment."
"It's okay, take your time." Seeing that Bing Nandong seemed to be going to the house opposite, Fan Zhiyi went to open the door for Bing Nandong first. He subconsciously took a glance at the layout of the house. The most eye-catching thing was the large bookcase, which was full of books.
However, Fan Zhiyi immediately withdrew his gaze, thinking that this was Bing Nandong's study. He turned his back and waited for Bing Nandong to find something by himself. He stood in the yard for a while.
Not long after, Bing Nandong came out with a bouquet of osmanthus flowers and two dirty little toys.
Fan Zhiyi recognized this thing. It should be for the kitten to play with, but there was no kitten in the yard. Moreover, it had been so many days and Fan Zhiyi didn't know that Bing Nandong had a cat.
But this is not the point. The point is where does the osmanthus come from in this season?
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