The days passed one by one, and in the blink of an eye, another month had passed. The weather in Tianyunmen under the snow-capped mountains gradually became warmer, and it seemed that the beginning of summer was approaching. However, the climate here on Fan Zhiyi's side remained the same all year round.
At that time, Fan Zhiyi was taking Bing Nandong down the mountain for another checkup. This time it was the same old man who said that Bing Nandong's physical condition was improving and as long as he persisted, he would recover sooner or later.
For the first time, Bing Nandong asked how long it would take for him to see clearly again. Now that he had removed the white cloth, he no longer needed to apply medicine.
The old man just replied that the recovery was going well, and that he needed to avoid strong sunlight and take good care of himself, and he would be fine soon.
After walking from the clinic to the snow-capped mountains, Fan Zhiyi and Bing Nandong did not return to the villa immediately, but walked around for a while.
It was a cloudy day today. Fan Zhiyi waved his hand in front of Bing Nandong and asked, "How is it? Can you see clearly?"
"Yes, I can see the outline, but it's not very clear, and the color is a little blurry." Bing Nandong held Fan Zhiyi's wrist and asked him not to wave it in front of him, as it made him dizzy.
Fan Zhiyi withdrew his hand and said, "It's okay. It's getting better little by little. Don't worry too much. The doctor said you'll see the results sooner or later."
"I'm not worried. On the contrary, Master seemed more nervous than me in the clinic at that time."
How could he not be nervous? He had devoted all his energy to taking care of Bing Nandong for so long. Even if he hadn't made any contributions, he had certainly worked hard, right? He was afraid that the efforts of the three of them would have been in vain. But fortunately, fortunately, it happened.
"You must get better soon. I remember Mr. Cen said that he will be going on a mission soon. I am worried about him and you, so you have to come with me."
Bing Nandong didn't care much when he heard it: "Cen Jun is so old, he can go out alone."
"No!" He is the protagonist. If he encounters something and turns evil, where will Fan Zhiyi go to cry? Since he wants to give warmth to the male protagonist, he must do it to the end.
Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi wondered what would happen if he left this world after completing his mission, leaving only Cen Jun and Bing Nandong. He wasn't too worried about Cen Jun, after all, he had the aura of the protagonist. He was most worried about Bing Nandong, his sharp tongue, bad temper, and awkward and arrogant apprentice. It just so happened that Cen Jun was still very concerned about his senior brother, and he was determined to make Bing Nandong learn to cling to the protagonist's thigh like him.
Given the previous warning, Fan Zhiyi naturally didn't dare to brazenly say that Cen Jun was the protagonist or anything like that. He could only use a different approach to euphemism and say, "From now on, you two brothers must get along well with each other. Especially you, be nice to Cen Jun!"
"Am I not good enough for him?"
Fan Zhiyi thought about it carefully. Usually, Bing Nandong and Cen Jun got along with each other in the way that Cen Jun would nag beside them. Bing Nandong would just close the door and leave when he didn't want to listen anymore. Then, Cen Jun would come to Fan Zhiyi crying, asking why he got along so well with the master, but treated him like this. Did he dislike him?
After reminiscing, Fan Zhiyi answered honestly: "What do you think?"
"I feel that I have fulfilled the basic duties of a senior brother." Bing Nandong said, staring at Fan Zhiyi with his gray eyes.
Fan Zhiyi explained: "You are right, but some people are born with the favor of heaven, you know. If you build a good relationship with them and get along well with them, there will naturally be many benefits in the future. This is called... the protagonist effect in the storybook." Fan Zhiyi looked up at the sky as he spoke. Very good, he was smart and changed his statement to one that would not arouse suspicion from people in this world. Sure enough, the system did not warn him.
"Master, are you referring to Mr. Cen? So this is how Master treats Mr. Cen?"
"Of course not. I sincerely treat Mr. Cen as my disciple... No, isn't this true? Isn't this true that your master treats you badly?"
Bing Nandong smiled gently: "Of course it's good." But he wanted better, he wanted all the good.
Bing Nandong saw Fan Zhiyi clearly enough to see his facial shape and the most obvious cinnabar mole between his eyebrows.
"In short, just listen to your master. After all, you two will be the closest people in this world from now on."
"What about Master?"
"Me? I will eventually leave before you." Fan Zhiyi used a pun. Leaving first naturally means leaving after the mission is completed, but he certainly cannot say that. He can only express that he will die first.
Bing Nandong's hands unconsciously clenched: "Why?"
"Why so many whys? Birth, aging, sickness, and death—it's all normal." Perhaps because the topic was too heavy, he sensed that Bing Nandong was not in the right mood. Fan Zhiyi was about to change the subject when Bing Nandong said, "The protagonist that Master is talking about is the center of the story. Everything revolves around him, and even the author favors him. So if I become the protagonist, can I keep Master here?"
Oh my god, what was going on in Bing Nandong's mind? Damn, if I had known this earlier, I wouldn't have said this to him: "Nandong, that... the protagonist is irreplaceable..."
"Not necessarily, Master. To be the protagonist, one must meet certain conditions. As long as I meet all of these conditions at the same time and then replace the original owner..."
"No! Don't try to do anything bad to Mr. Cen." Young man, your idea is very dangerous. He vowed to protect his mission target at all costs. Fan Zhiyi is a person with professional ethics.
"I was just joking."
I don't think you're joking. Fan Zhiyi was worried and warned again, "You swear to me that you will never do anything bad to Mr. Cen."
"Disciple swears."
Fan Zhiyi nodded, intending to change the subject. Given his current relationship with Bing Nandong, he wondered if Bing Nandong would agree to a portrait of Brother Cen Jun for use in a search. "By the way, I have a small request."
"Say it." So easy to fool. He just casually swore an oath, without even a witness or a witness. Such oaths are often untenable. But Cen Jun... the protagonist. Cen Jun was the child Fan Zhiyi had saved. How could he really do anything to him? But that didn't mean there weren't other options.
"Hasn't Mr. Cen been looking for his brother? Seeing how eager he was to find his brother, I wanted to help him. Mr. Cen mentioned that you and his brother were engaged, so I wanted to ask if you have a portrait of Mr. Cen's brother."
"No," Bing Nandong replied without hesitation, his mood seeming to sour as he spoke. During their time together, he and Fan Zhiyi had never had a portrait of either of them, either alone or together.
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