"Fan Zhiyi Fan Zhiyi Fan Zhiyi, Fan~Zhi~Yi~"
Fan Zhiyi stared at his surroundings in a daze. Behind him was a sweet osmanthus forest and there was grass under his feet. It was a sunny day and everything seemed comfortable and relaxing.
Fan Zhiyi looked at his hand. It seemed like his own hand, yet not his own. He looked up again and saw a pretty girl standing opposite him, holding a bunch of osmanthus flowers.
The girl's hair, mixed with her dress, was blown up by the wind, like a fluttering butterfly. She curled her lips in dissatisfaction, "Really? You promised to find me a good place with good feng shui, how could you forget about me in the blink of an eye? You're not trustworthy at all."
"Huh?" Fan Zhiyi was a little confused about what was going on. Could he still be in the Fusang God's illusion? But this place felt so comfortable and warm, completely different from the feeling in the Fusang God's world.
Seeing Fan Zhiyi's dazed look, the girl couldn't help but laugh: "Forget it, it's understandable. Fan Zhiyi, I've been safe and happy for so long, and Master Jinwu is really super nice!" The girl's eyes were bright. As she spoke, she stuffed all the osmanthus branches in her hand to Fan Zhiyi. Seeing that Fan Zhiyi didn't take them, she leaned against his arms impatiently, "Idiot."
Fan Zhiyi looked at the sweet-scented osmanthus in his arms and subconsciously held it close. He could actually touch and even smell the sweet-scented osmanthus. How could this be?
The girl opened her arms and gave Fan Zhiyi a big hug: "By the way, how are you and Bing Nandong doing now?"
"ah?"
"Ah, what? Aren't you going to become a Taoist couple? They say fate is wonderful, and now I've also figured it out. But it's a pity that I can't attend your wedding." A Yu leaned her head on Fan Zhiyi's shoulder, "Fan Zhiyi, it's time. I have to go. You and Bing Nandong take care of yourself. Also, don't forget this time, my name is A Yu, you can call me Xiao Yu if you like."
A Yu's figure slowly faded from the feet up to nothingness. Fan Zhiyi felt a sense of emptiness and suffocation in his heart, and subconsciously reached out to keep her. He felt that he had something else to say, but he just didn't know what to say.
But when Ayu said she was leaving, after the pain of separation faded away, Fan Zhiyi was sincerely happy for her, so happy that he cried.
Fan Zhiyi woke up, wiped his face with his sleeve, and found that he had really been crying.
It was already dark outside, and he didn't know how long he had slept.
He was no longer sleepy, so he sat up and muttered to himself, "Little Fish." He looked at his hands, but there was nothing in them. Not even the scent of osmanthus flowers came out of his dream.
Fan Zhiyi suddenly felt a sense of regret and loss. He decided to go for a walk, so he set up a barrier for the entire courtyard to prevent the Tianyun Sect from attacking Bing Nandong when he was away. After doing all this, he began to wander around aimlessly.
The Tianyun Sect looked much more pleasant at night. It was quiet and peaceful, with no one to be seen except the disciples on patrol.
It was not known whether it was destined or Fan Zhiyi had already had this idea in his mind, but when he came to his senses, he found himself standing outside the small courtyard that Bing Nandong had brought him to once, which was also the courtyard where Bing Nandong had lived with Cen Jun's brother.
He hesitated for a while and finally decided to push the door open and walk in. The first thing he saw was the recliner, and then he saw the kitten's grave.
Everything was pitch black at night, including his memories, which were covered in dust, but Fan Zhiyi did not find it scary.
The monk had good eyesight, so he didn't have to worry about falling. He walked to the right and arrived in front of the room. Although it was very rude, Fan Zhiyi still opened the door and lit the candlestick. He found that the candle was still burning. He walked around and looked at the dusty room. It felt very unfamiliar and had no impression in his mind.
He looked at the bookcase piled high with books, covered with cobwebs and dust, and the three bouquets of flowers on the table, two bouquets of osmanthus flowers and one bouquet of white flowers. The owner of the room must have loved these three bouquets very much and had used magic to preserve them.
For some reason, Fan Zhiyi was certain that one of the bouquets of osmanthus flowers was given to him by the girl named A Yu. So what about the other two bouquets? Who gave them to him?
Perhaps it was because there was too much dust in the room, and it had not been ventilated for a long time, Fan Zhiyi felt stuffy. The moment he opened the window, he saw that the window of the opposite room was also opened. He didn't know when the lights were turned on there, and Bing Nandong was standing in front of the window with her hair tied up, looking at him.
Fan Zhiyi's fingertips trembled as he pushed the window, feeling the guilt of someone caught doing something wrong. He pursed his lips, unsure what to say, but it was too strange to just stare blankly, especially since he had said that in the afternoon and then, in the blink of an eye, he was in someone else's yard at night. And Bing Nandong must have been here before him, so why was he just sitting there quietly?
Fan Zhiyi laughed dryly: "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight. I have detected that this is the best place to enjoy the moon." After he said that, he raised his head and the smile froze on his face.
Damn, there is no moon tonight!
Bing Nandong climbed out of the window swiftly and walked towards Fan Zhiyi. Seeing him staring at him like this, Fan Zhiyi had the urge to run away, but he held down the edge of the table hard and didn't let himself escape, otherwise it would be really embarrassing.
"I came to see if there was anything I needed to take away, and I'd like to stay here for one night," Bing Nandong explained. "Master, don't worry. If I encounter any danger, I will send a message to you."
Bing Nandong blocked Fan Zhiyi's words that wanted to scold him for leaving the snow mountain without permission. Fan Zhiyi didn't know what to say. Bing Nandong was happy to give him a way out: "Master, are you worried about Mr. Cen and can't sleep?"
"Yes." Actually, it wasn't. Fan Zhiyi used his mind to detect Cen Jun's location and found that he was still in Tianyunmen. Although he was worried, he didn't lose sleep. Moreover, if the male protagonist really got into trouble, the one who would be more anxious than him would be the system, that is, the Heavenly Dao. "Why don't you light the lamp?"
"Why do we need to light a lamp before sleeping?" Bing Nandong asked back.
That makes a lot of sense. Discharge from the hospital!
Fan Zhiyi looked at the kitten's grave and said, "It's really unfair for it to be buried here."
"Well, but it doesn't know anything. It likes lying on the lounge chair, basking in the sun and waiting for its owner to come back. For it, being able to stay with its owner is the happiest thing."
The topic suddenly became filled with sadness. Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong, wanting to offer some comfort, but Bing Nandong pointed at the white flower and said, "This is a gift I gave him. Master, do you know what this flower means?"
Fan Zhiyi shut up and shook his head.
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