① Creation
Bing Nandong found that Fan Zhiyi was very energetic early this morning. He sat down at the desk and started writing and drawing.
He went over to see what she was writing, but Fan Zhiyi covered his eyes and refused to show him anything, saying mysteriously that he was creating a world-famous masterpiece.
Okay, then Bing Nandong went to make breakfast. Fan Zhiyi ate a few bites and went back to write. The same was true for lunch.
Even though Bing Nandong was very curious, he didn't show it too much. If he really wanted to see what Fan Zhiyi was doing, it would be easy as pie, but he didn't. He wanted to wait for Fan Zhiyi to show him in person. He didn't believe that Fan Zhiyi had such a strong desire to share that he would hold back from telling him.
After dinner was ready, Bing Nandong came to call Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi was still writing furiously, muttering to Bing Nandong to eat first, he would be ready soon.
Bing Nandong could not tolerate this and immediately wanted to drag the man away: "You have ignored me today."
"I'm talking to you right now."
"That doesn't count."
"Well, let me show you this, clang clang." Fan Zhiyi held up his masterpiece. His face was stained with ink at some point, but he obviously didn't notice. He smiled brightly and actively promoted the booklet in his hand. "Look at it, look at it! I've written several stories. Anyway, there's nothing to do in this mountain, so I might as well write a book. I want to write some ghost stories that will scare the hell out of you, and then publish and sell them, and become a famous writer." He patted Bing Nandong on the shoulder. "Would you like to invest in me? I'll make you the majority shareholder!"
Bing Nandong didn't give an answer. He read it carefully and then, meeting Fan Zhiyi's expectant eyes, teased him deliberately: "You need to practice your handwriting more."
"That's not the point. Tell me, how is the writing?"
"good."
"hey-hey."
"But let's go eat first."
"Hey, no, I won't have any inspiration later!" Fan Zhiyi was dragged away mercilessly without any resistance.
When it was late at night and everyone was asleep, Fan Zhiyi asked Bing Nandong to go to bed first as he still had to write. Bing Nandong had no choice but to sit beside him with a storybook. Fan Zhiyi insisted that he didn't need it, and Bing Nandong couldn't persuade him, so he went back to his room to rest and left the light on for Fan Zhiyi.
Not long after, there was a hurried sound of running outside the door, and then the door was pushed open. Fan Zhiyi immediately closed the door, kicked off his shoes, and curled up in the quilt.
Bing Nandong felt something was wrong and turned around to hug him: "What's wrong?"
Fan Zhiyi found it difficult to speak, and the next day, he did not continue his plan to become famous.
Later, Bing Nandong found out that Fan Zhiyi was writing in the dead of night and thinking about the plots of ghost stories, and ended up scaring himself.
② Shopping
The weather is extremely sunny and my mood is extremely comfortable.
Fan Zhiyi was walking on the street with Bing Nandong's clone, holding a freshly baked osmanthus cake. When passing by an ornament stall, he was instantly attracted by a hair crown engraved with flying cranes and flowing clouds.
This item is grand yet delicate, simple yet elegant, and it is a perfect match for Bingnan Dong.
Speaking of which, Bing Nandong seems to have not had a new hair crown for a long time, so I'll give him one today.
Fan Zhiyi grabbed Bing Nandong's sleeve, cleared his throat, and asked him, "How about buying this hair crown for your master's wife? She'll definitely like it, right?"
Upon hearing this, the stall owner said, "Although this item doesn't have much use, it's beautifully designed. However, this item is for men, so I'm afraid it's not appropriate to give it to your wife."
Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi suppressed his laughter and pretended to be hesitant, nudging Bing Nandong with his elbow: "What do you think, disciple?"
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"Disciple, why aren't you saying anything? It seems you think your master's wife won't like it. So forget it."
"How much?" Bing Nandong asked, and looked closely to see that the tip of his ear was a little red.
The stall owner announced a number, and Fan Zhiyi rushed to pay with spirit stones, and then the two of them went shopping together in other places.
When night fell and every house had its lights on, Bing Nandong asked, "Do you still want to go shopping?"
"I can't walk anymore." Shopping is really a physical activity. Fan Zhiyi feels that his legs will be sore tomorrow.
Bing Nandong didn't say much and endured until he returned to Tianyun Gate, returned to the courtyard, and entered the room. Only then did his clone push the person to the bed.
The real Bing Nandong was sitting beside the bed. He grabbed the man and pressed him onto his lap. He hugged him from behind, resting his head on his shoulder, and asked grimly, "Is it fun?"
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what Bing Nandong was asking. Looking at his expression, it didn't seem like he was just asking if shopping was fun today. "What do you mean?"
"Small stall, hair crowns." Bing Nandong suggested.
Fan Zhiyi remembered, raised his eyebrows, took out the hair crown and placed it on Bing Nandong's head, comparing it to others: "It's funny. Why are you so vindictive?"
Bing Nandong leaned over and held his fingers, palms touching: "I don't just hold grudges, I have something even more fun."
③Persistence
One night, when the two were preparing to go to bed as usual, Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong, who was only wearing his inner clothes and had his outer robe draped over the screen.
Even his inner garments were dressed neatly and meticulously, his strong waist was restrained by a belt, and his muscles were thriving and beautiful with every movement, neither too exaggerated nor too thin.
Bing Nandong turned around and saw Fan Zhiyi staring at him: "What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Fan Zhiyi lay back down.
While waiting for Bing Nandong to get on the bed and hug him as usual, Fan Zhiyi rolled over and stepped back to face him, staring at Bing Nandong's abdomen. He then put his hand on it and suddenly exploded: "We eat and sleep together, and I don't see you exercising secretly. Why am I the only one who has gained weight?"
Bing Nandong: "..."
Bing Nandong pushed Fan Zhiyi back, pinched his belly, and smiled: "It seems like you have gained some weight, which is good."
Fan Zhiyi was even more furious when he heard this: "What's so good about that? I want eight-pack abs too! I'm going to find He An to make a plan for me!"
"I can help you, too."
"Come on."
Bing Nandong narrowed his eyes and hugged him tighter: "Seriously, we can start training now. I will be very strict."
So recently, Fan Zhiyi couldn't fall asleep unless he completed his daily training, running around the mountain, practicing sword, doing 100 sit-ups, 100 push-ups...
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