Although Bing Nandong couldn't see clearly, he knew that Fan Zhiyi must have been frightened to the point of turning pale. So he pursed his lips and coughed softly, "I just lied to Master. Master, please go back to sleep. I need to rest too."
Even after hearing what he said, how could Fan Zhiyi still sleep? Even if his mind was not clear, the fear would not go away. Fan Zhiyi refused to do it and hugged Bing Nandong's quilt tightly, lying in his bed and refusing to move.
Bing Nandong asked him, "Then Master sleeps here, and I will sleep in Master's room."
"I'm really scared."
Bing Nandong glanced at him and said, "Master, weren't you very enthusiastic in telling the story just now?"
Fan Zhiyi didn't care: "You can sleep wherever you want, but you have to share a room with me."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Finally, Fan Zhiyi was lifted up and made to sleep on the floor. He didn't dare to look at the dark bottom of the bed, so he turned over and faced away. Facing away, he felt an unknown fear, so he turned back.
Bing Nandong watched him curl himself up in a ball on a hot day and said, "Master, aren't you hot?"
"Sealed by the quilt." You must be a good person.
After hearing this, Bing Nandong smiled for no reason: "Master, have you really lost your memory?" His eyes darkened and a hint of shrewdness emerged.
"No." Fan Zhiyi replied.
Bing Nandong's smile disappeared: "So you have been lying to me?"
“No.”
Bing Nandong: "..." He got out of bed and pulled Fan Zhiyi's quilt off him. He saw that Fan Zhiyi had rolled himself into a mess, with his black hair mixed with his white underwear, giving him a kind of messy beauty.
Bing Nandong looked away and put the quilt back to him.
Fan Zhiyi realized that he seemed to have said something wrong and sat up holding the quilt.
Bing Nandong suddenly said: "I am the stupidest one."
"Not stupid, my disciple is very smart."
"When did your memory of me begin?"
"Of course it started when I met you." Fan Zhiyi was afraid that he hadn't explained it clearly enough. "It was when I saw you walking towards me on the snowy mountain. That was the first time we met."
Bing Nandong: "..."
Looking at Bing Nandong who looked so fragile and sad, Fan Zhiyi remembered that he seemed to be like this when he first came to the snow mountain. Everything around him seemed not to cause any emotional changes in him, or perhaps he had lost interest in this world at that time, so Fan Zhiyi always teased him with Cen Jun.
Out of instinct and the truest feelings in his heart, Fan Zhiyi said, "I'm sorry." He didn't know why he should apologize, but he felt that he should apologize, just like in his life for so many years before. Apologizing frequently can avoid a lot of trouble.
Bing Nandong didn't say anything. Fan Zhiyi went over and gave him a hug. It was a clean hug, like an elder comforting and caring for a younger person. Fan Zhiyi patted his back and asked, "Will this make things better?"
Bing Nandong's nose felt sore, but he insisted on being brave: "No."
"Well... I'm sorry, I don't know any other way."
Bing Nandong grabbed Fan Zhiyi's clothes on both sides, very hard.
I don’t know how long it took, but Bing Nandong was still in his emotions when he heard Fan Zhiyi’s breathing getting closer and closer, and the head that was resting on his head suddenly lost its support.
Bing Nandong: "..." This time he was sure that Fan Zhiyi was asleep.
When Fan Zhiyi woke up the next day, he found that he was sleeping on the floor. He was in standby mode. He scratched his hair that was like a chicken coop and confirmed that this should be Bing Nandong's room.
Yes, this is Bing Nandong's room. Why am I in Bing Nandong's room? Because I saw that image yesterday and I was a little scared, so I came to find Bing Nandong.
And then, and then... Fan Zhiyi couldn't remember what happened before, but a scene of Bing Nandong sitting on his mat with a sad look on his face remained in his mind.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly came to his senses. Damn it, what had he done? He made his apprentice cry?
Fan Zhiyi looked again and saw that there was no one on the bed.
It’s all over, it’s all over, drinking really messes things up!
Fan Zhiyi immediately cleaned himself up and opened the door with a bang. He happened to meet the eyes of Zhuang Yujing, who was standing on the path in the yard with a bun in his mouth, and He An, who was holding a tray of buns. The bun in Zhuang Yujing's mouth fell to the ground and rolled around, while he himself had his eyes wide open.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly understood what the other person meant and immediately extended his hand to explain, "Well, no, listen to me, the situation last night was a bit complicated. Don't think too much!"
He An was stunned for a moment, then chose to cover his young master's eyes with his hands: "Please tidy up your appearance first, Immortal Lord." His tone was not very good.
Fan Zhiyi looked down and saw that he was dressed properly. The only thing that might be wrong was his hair, which was still loose and held in his hand. He was anxious to find someone. How could these people easily misunderstand him? Could they have a little more confidence in Bing Nandong and him? If he hadn't been drunk last night...
Thinking of this, Fan Zhiyi wanted to slap himself. If he hadn't been drunk, would he have been so shameless as to sneak into someone else's room in the middle of the night? Hiss, why does my chest hurt a little?
Fan Zhiyi frowned and thought about it. It seemed that he was beaten by his apprentice. What did he do to be beaten?
Fan Zhiyi never knew how good he was at drinking. Because he usually lived alone, he seldom drank, and even when he did, he controlled the amount and never got drunk. So what on earth did he do last night?
"Master." At this moment, Bing Nandong came back, glanced casually at Zhuang Yujing and He An with a bad look on his face, and directly pulled Fan Zhiyi back to the room and closed the door.
Fan Zhiyi no longer cared about what Zhuang Yujing and He An would think of them. Facing Bing Nandong, he felt completely awkward. "Last night, I... I'm sorry, I was drunk."
Bing Nandong placed the buns he brought back on the table and said, "Master, please don't drink when I'm not around."
What exactly did he do? In Fan Zhiyi's memory, he seemed to have just told ghost stories all night.
Fan Zhiyi's fingers tangled together nervously. He wanted to ask, but it felt awkward to do so, so he took the initiative to admit his mistake: "Sorry."
"Why does Master like to apologize so much?"
"ah……"
Bing Nandong looked at him, his eyes falling on his hair: "Master, why haven't you tied your hair yet? Are you leaving after breakfast?"
"Oh, okay." Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong and saw him pick up a bun and take a bite. There was nothing unusual, so he couldn't help but confirm, "I really didn't do anything last night, right? I just told you a little story."
"Master, don't you remember?" Bing Nandong looked over.
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