This day is New Year's Eve.
Fan Zhiyi placed three bunches of plum blossoms in front of a tombstone. Although only Nanshan lived there, Fan Zhiyi carved the names of Nangua, Nanshan and Maomao on the tombstone.
They are still under the tree in the courtyard where they used to live. Fan Zhiyi didn't want to disturb them, so he didn't move them, but just added a tombstone.
In fact, at the beginning, Fan Zhiyi had not decided whether to include Maomao here. After thinking about it, he decided to do so. Now the three of them are together and will not feel bored.
A grave is not only a place where the dead are buried, but also a place where the living can place their thoughts and find comfort.
He was never a good host.
Fan Zhiyi exhaled a breath of white air and rubbed his hands. Although he was used to staying in the snow-capped mountains, as soon as winter came, the temperature in Tianyunmen dropped sharply and people shivered with cold.
Fan Zhiyi placed the three little red hats he had knitted on top of the tombstone. He scratched his cheek with his index finger, feeling a little embarrassed: "They're not very pretty, just make do with them."
After doing all this, Fan Zhiyi headed towards home.
As a detector, Bing Nandong cannot leave the Ghost Gate.
However, he could split himself into two, so it was no problem for him to accompany Fan Zhiyi down the mountain for a walk. He had wanted to accompany Fan Zhiyi tonight, but his friends were coming over for the New Year's Eve dinner, so Fan Zhiyi asked Bing Nandong to stay in the kitchen.
Since returning to this world, even though Bing Nandong wouldn't admit it, Fan Zhiyi found that he had become even more clingy. He never got tired of being with him every moment of every day. Of course, he didn't get tired of it either. Even if they didn't talk, they would still be happy just reading a storybook together.
Fan Zhiyi likes the feeling of having someone always by his side, and no longer has to worry about whether the other person will leave suddenly.
During the day, they also went to pay homage to the original owner of this body and sent New Year gifts to his nominal "parents", which was considered filial piety. However, the other party still refused to accept them, which Fan Zhiyi could understand.
He always felt guilty towards that family. If he had traveled through time and space to a person with a poor family background or an orphan like in the past, it would have been fine, but this time it was such a good family. Fan Zhiyi felt particularly uneasy about taking over their child's body, so after discussing with Bing Nandong, he decided to confess to that family.
No matter if he was beaten, scolded, cried to, or chased, he had no complaints and did not expect the other party to forgive him.
But when sorting out the remains, the sister found a small note left by her brother. The original body wrote that he had a dream and came back to life, but the body he came back in was not himself. Although he was unwilling, he thought that since he was dead, his body did not need to be buried in the soil and wait to rot, but could still play a role, so that he could fulfill his filial piety to his parents and take care of his sister, which was considered to be making the best use of it.
Therefore, the "parents" never made things difficult for Fan Zhiyi again, nor did they want to see him again.
Fan Zhiyi sighed, the main system would cause trouble for him.
"Knowing the easy."
Fan Zhiyi looked up and saw Bing Nandong. The scarf he was wearing was particularly conspicuous, like a floating burning fire, the only bright color in the snowy night.
But if you look closely, you will find that the knitting is not very good, the stitches are crooked and the lines are irregular.
Yes, that’s right, this was knitted by Fan Zhiyi.
When Fan Zhiyi first came up with the idea of knitting hats for the pumpkins, Bing Nandong saw it and insisted on having one too. Fan Zhiyi could never win over him, so the first thing he knitted was this scarf and gave it to him.
Fan Zhiyi ran over, his nose tip was red from the cold.
Bing Nandong hugged him and held his face: "It's so cold."
"That's nonsense. We've been in the cold wind for so long." Fan Zhiyi straightened Bing Nandong's scarf. "Are you going to wear this tonight?"
"yes."
Fan Zhiyi: "...Aren't you afraid that Zhuang Yujing will laugh at you? This weaving is simply... horrible."
"No, he's very envious." Bing Nandong kissed Fan Zhiyi on the cheek and walked back with him by the hand. "The tables and chairs are all set up in the yard. The dishes are almost ready. My junior sister asked me to pick you up."
This house was redesigned by Bing Nandong. Anyway, most of the time, it is just the two of them living there. Although it is not large, it exudes the atmosphere of money everywhere. Bing Nandong seems to like the magnificent decoration style, which is very shiny. Fan Zhiyi also likes this sparkling feeling.
Red plum blossoms were transplanted there, and they look very beautiful against the snow.
Bing Nandong pushed open the door. Zhuang Yujing was sitting on a square seat with his legs crossed, his legs swaying back and forth. He propped up his face with his hands on the table, looking at He An who was serving dishes. When he heard the door open, he turned his head and said, "It took you so long to go out and pick someone up." His eyes fell on Fan Zhiyi and he relaxed a little. "Sit down."
Bing Nandong snorted coldly, saying, "This is my house."
"So what? Zhiyi invited us here anyway." Zhuang Yujing raised his eyebrows. The relationship between the two was the same as always. The moment their eyes met, an invisible battlefield of smoke and gunpowder erupted.
Not long after Fan Zhiyi returned, Zhuang Yujing discovered him when he came to visit Bing Nandong. His memory had been restored, so Fan Zhiyi had no intention of hiding it anymore. He explained everything to Zhuang Yujing, Cen Jun and others. Then Zhuang Yujing showed an expression as if he had eaten a fly, and finally nodded with a complicated expression.
Fan Zhiyi thought at the time that he didn't explode with a loud roar.
Bing Nandong's assessment was, "He's mentally ill, leave him alone."
Fan Zhiyi looked at Bing Nandong deeply. Bing Nandong understood the meaning in his eyes and smiled at Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi shuddered. He knew that the night would not be easy.
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