The door of a small courtyard was opened from the outside, and there was a reclining chair in the courtyard. This time, the little black cat did not occupy his owner's seat, but curled up and lay lazily on the stone table next to it. His owner was leaning on the reclining chair, with a book on his face, quietly sleeping as if he had fallen asleep.
The sunlight also particularly favors this side, it is fine and not strong. The warm wind blows through the little black cat's fur, and everything in the courtyard is comfortable.
Someone was walking over from not far away. The person had a high ponytail with the ends of his hair shaking. He walked around behind the recliner, bent down slightly, and took the book away from the boy's face.
His figure blocked the light, so when the boy woke up, he didn't feel the glare, but was still a little hazy. The man chuckled softly. His face couldn't be seen clearly, but one could imagine that his eyes must be bright and full of love.
A pair of eyes full of love, looking at everything with hope and vitality.
He lowered his head, then tapped the boy's forehead, not too hard or too lightly: "You're being lazy again."
"I don't. When I read books like this, the knowledge in the books will flow into my mind on its own." The boy argued cunningly.
The man sneered, not believing the other's nonsense, but he didn't point it out. He just knocked the boy's forehead with his joints and said, "Okay, our Zhiyi is really amazing. This kind of training method is simply unprecedented and will never be repeated."
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"Let's go, it's time to eat."
"Great!" The boy sat up suddenly, then looked at the cat on the table, stretched out his evil hands to wake the cat up, but the cat couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him with its claws.
The young man's face was clear and familiar to Fan Zhiyi. To be more precise, everything here was familiar. The scene in front of him, the surrounding layout, and what each room was used for, Fan Zhiyi seemed to have some sense of it.
"Fan Zhiyi!" The yard in front of him suddenly turned dark and nothing could be seen. Someone was calling behind him. Fan Zhiyi thought it was him who was being called. He turned around and saw that it was still the two boys. The boy with the same name as him hung a piece of cloth on the tree and then ran towards the mountain resolutely. He ran very fast and made a lot of noise, as if he was deliberately trying to attract others.
Fan Zhiyi's heart was in his throat. He saw the group of people chasing the boy from behind. He knew that if he was caught, something bad would happen, and he couldn't help but feel anxious for the boy.
Run faster, faster.
The longer he delays, the more likely he is to escape.
The boy's thoughts inexplicably resonated with Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi was very confused. Who did he want to escape? Who did the boy want to save? Why would he sacrifice himself for the other person?
Fan Zhiyi couldn't speak or move. He was like a passerby, watching the boy being caught. Everything in front of him was like an old-fashioned TV. The picture began to turn black and white, abstract, and gradually snowflakes appeared on the screen. Fan Zhiyi's heart ached, the pain was unbearable.
His head ached, and blurry visions kept flashing through his mind. Unable to bear the pain, Fan Zhiyi slapped his head and squatted on the ground helplessly.
He saw white snowflakes in the sky, black woods and sky. There was a hole in the sky, and in that hole was nothingness. Countless withered hands and faces stretched out from it, longing for rebirth.
The immortal in white clothes and black hair stood at the entrance of the cave. Like the young man, he did not look back. His figure disappeared in front of the black hole, and those ghosts with bared fangs and claws were forced back into the cave with screams. The entrance of the cave gradually shrank, and the sky became calm again.
It hurts, and it still hurts. His body felt like it was being crushed. But compared to the physical pain, the pain in his heart was more unbearable for Fan Zhiyi.
Young man... Immortal Lord...
Fan Zhiyi felt like he was half drowning, unable to exert any strength or cry out. He just felt depressed, desperate, panicked, and anxious. He desperately wanted to grab something, but he could only keep sinking. His hands could not hold anything in the water, and he just stirred up a series of splashes in vain.
No, I forgot something, I must have forgotten something...
Everything he just saw was shattered and reassembled in his mind. Fan Zhiyi had a splitting headache and felt like his head was about to explode.
He saw the pumpkin and the stray dog again, saw the pumpkin in a pool of blood, saw the rainy day, and saw himself holding an umbrella and stopping in front of the cardboard box where the stray dog was.
This dog is too small and too thin, and we don’t know how long it has been in the rain. Even if we take it back, the chances of it surviving are slim.
But Fan Zhiyi couldn't look away. He stared at the puppy's dark eyes, his heart tightened, and he held the umbrella over the puppy's head without saying anything.
This was the first and only pet he adopted after Pumpkin died.
This memory is a mixture of all the real and unreal memories. Fan Zhiyi can't tell what is real and what is fake. He can only cry. He has always been a cowardly and timid person.
He wanted to curl himself up, but someone hugged him, patted his back gently, and gave him hot and wet kisses at the corners of his eyes, the tip of his nose, and the sides of his face.
The man was very warm. He didn't know what he was saying, it sounded like a whisper, but Fan Zhiyi liked to hear his gentle voice and liked him talking in his ear. It could ease his pain and let him know that he was not alone, not lonely, and was cared for.
But he was still sad. What was he sad about?
Fan Zhiyi opened his eyes, his head splitting with pain. He propped himself up and banged his head. He was covered with a quilt. The candles in the room were still burning, but there was no one else in the room except him.
Hey, he seemed to have had a bad dream just now. What was it about? Fan Zhiyi frowned and wanted to think carefully. It seemed to be a very important dream that made him feel very uneasy.
Fan Zhiyi sat there blankly for a while, and then gave up, he really couldn't remember anything.
He called Baibai several times but got no response, so he stood up and looked around.
I didn't observe carefully last night. He had been dealing with Bing Nandong since the veil was lifted. And he seemed to be short of breath due to the forced kiss last night. He felt that he was really going to be torn apart and swallowed by Bing Nandong. He was so scared that he kept slapping Bing Nandong and struggling, but Bing Nandong didn't let him go.
Thinking about it now, I feel ashamed and angry.
This is the first kiss, the first kiss... I give in. As a man, he is pinned down by another man and is powerless to resist. He can only let him take what he wants. Is this reasonable? I really want to smash the hero's head.
Fortunately, it didn't go any further, which is a blessing in disguise.
Fan Zhiyi could no longer remember how he escaped death last night. He vaguely felt that he might not survive. After all, Bing Nandong's tiger-like posture was too scary.
Generally speaking, the room is large and empty, so the huge bookshelf is particularly eye-catching. Then there is a desk, a cushion, a set of tables and chairs, and all the necessary furniture is complete.
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