Bing Nandong looked at him: "Why do you care so much about this child?"
"Huh? No reason, I just like it."
"oh."
Fan Zhiyi suddenly became serious and said solemnly, "You don't think I have any intentions towards this child, do you? Although I wasn't a good person before, after losing my memory, I want to be a good person."
What he got in return was Bing Nandong's sneer, obviously not believing it.
If you're not the big brother, can't you just cooperate with me? It makes me, who's performing a solo, feel very awkward.
Fan Zhiyi touched his nose and said, "Don't worry, I really don't have any bad intentions. I just feel sorry for this pitiful and sensible child."
Fan Zhiyi himself is an orphan, and he has his current life thanks to the support of society and the country, so when he heard about Xiaobao's experience, it was hard not to sympathize with him.
"Yeah." Bing Nandong replied coldly, "The story you told is very strange."
"What's the story?"
"It's the story of a wolf that ate a little girl, and then a hunter cut her stomach open and saved everyone."
Fan Zhiyi realized that Bing Nandong was talking about the Little Red Riding Hood story he had told earlier. This story was widely circulated in modern cities and was almost a must-have bedtime story for every child. Fan Zhiyi didn't find it strange when he heard it as a child.
"I thought you were asleep."
"That's because..." Bing Nandong didn't continue.
Fan Zhiyi happened to be a curious person, so he asked, "Why?"
Bing Nandong stared at him, then slowly smiled: "I have a story too."
Walking was boring, so Fan Zhiyi said, "Tell me about it."
"There's a folk saying that when it rains, don't look up when walking in the woods. Do you know why?"
Fan Zhiyi had a bad feeling and swallowed hard, "Why?"
"Because you'll see hanged people."
Fan Zhiyi: “…”
Bing Nandong, eager to watch the fun, described it to Fan Zhiyi: "It's the kind of hanged ghost with its tongue hanging long and its eyes wide open, dangling from a tree branch and staring at you."
Fan Zhiyi: "..." Thanks for the invitation. He had already imagined a female ghost in a white dress hovering above his head.
Resisting the urge to look up, Fan Zhiyi felt uncomfortable everywhere.
It just so happened that at this moment the forest was illuminated by lightning, followed by a loud thunder.
Fan Zhiyi was so frightened that his hair stood on end. He froze in place, and then he heard Bing Nandong's cheerful voice: "I was kidding, we seem to be at the front. Let's go."
Sometimes, Fan Zhiyi really wanted to punch the guy in front of him twice.
Bing Nandong was right. There was an abandoned temple in front of them. The roof was good and there was no leakage. Fan Zhiyi saw Bing Nandong take out a candle, light it and place it on the altar.
There was nothing on the altar, and the space on the altar was also empty. Fortunately, there was nothing like that, otherwise, in this environment of thunder and rain with no lights and no people around, Fan Zhiyi would have been scared to death if he saw it.
Bing Nandong asked him with a smile: "I remembered another story about an abandoned temple. Do you want to hear it?"
"I don't want to." Fan Zhiyi answered almost with gritted teeth, but not long after, his playful nature broke out, and he eagerly asked Bing Nandong what the story was, and then he got a ghost story, and was successfully scared into a ball.
The abandoned temple was leaking, and Fan Zhiyi felt even colder.
He brought this upon himself. He deserves to suffer the consequences of his own actions. Fan Zhiyi slapped himself twice in his heart.
The dim firelight couldn't dispel the shadow cast by Bing Nandong's story. Fan Zhiyi wanted to find someone to chat with: "Why do you know so many rumors and stories about ghosts?"
"A Pia?"
"That's it." Fan Zhiyi hinted, "That, you understand."
"What do I do?"
Fan Zhiyi suddenly realized, yes, this guy is a ghost catcher.
Bing Nandong knew he had figured it out when he saw his sudden enlightenment, and chuckled, "Idiot."
Fan Zhiyi: "...Then you have many more stories, right?"
Bing Nandong opened his mouth, and Fan Zhiyi immediately stepped forward to stop him, saying, "Wait, wait, don't talk about it tonight, let's talk about it tomorrow morning."
"I haven't seen you afraid of these things before?"
Fan Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat, and he laughed, "Isn't this amnesia? Hahahahaha."
"What's so funny?"
“…” You feel uncomfortable if you don’t say something to me, right?
Bing Nandong leaned against the side and closed his eyes to rest. Xiaobao also fell asleep. The whole temple was quiet and the thunder outside stopped after a while.
The candlelight flickered.
Fan Zhiyi was extremely scared. Whenever he closed his eyes, the scenes from the ghost stories told by Bing Nandong would appear in his mind, and he saw enemies everywhere.
He glanced at Bing Nandong, then slowly moved a little closer to him. Seeing that the other party did not react, he moved a little more, found a comfortable angle next to him just a short distance away, and closed his eyes with a sense of relief.
Fan Zhiyi actually couldn't sleep, but when he felt sleepy, he fell into a dream in a daze.
But not long after, Fan Zhiyi heard some movement next to him. The sound was very small, but because he was a light sleeper tonight, he was still woken up.
Fan Zhiyi frowned. No way, could it be that again? What should he do? Are Bing Nandong and the others still there? He doesn’t want to face the fear alone again.
Fan Zhiyi's heart was pounding wildly. He didn't dare open his eyes, and he was torn between his conscience and his desires.
Then, the sound seemed to become farther away, rustling.
Fan Zhiyi couldn't help but quietly raised one eyelid, and found that there was nothing strange in front of him, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
The candlelight is still there, Xiaobao is still there, but where is Bing Nandong? Where did he go?
The rustling sound continued, and Fan Zhiyi wondered if it was a snake or something. After all, this was the wild, so encountering such things was normal. He lowered his voice, stood up, and slowly walked towards the source of the noise, then paused.
It turned out that Bing Nandong took off his shirt and applied medicine on his back. Because it was inconvenient, he still made some noise even though he tried to cover it up.
Suddenly, Bing Nandong seemed to have sensed something and pulled his clothes aside to look at him with a sharp gaze.
Fan Zhiyi walked out with his heads raised high, in a surrender gesture.
Their eyes met, but Fan Zhiyi didn't think it was a big deal. He had helped his roommate apply medicine before, and when he was in college, he had to go to a public bathhouse to take a shower. They all took showers naked together. I have experienced the same thing as you. Apart from feeling uncomfortable and unaccustomed to it the first few times, there is nothing to be shy about.
Seeing how hard the young man was working, Fan Zhiyi volunteered: "Let me help you."
"Need not!"
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