Fan Zhiyi felt a surge of heat rising from below, making him dizzy and hot. He felt so ashamed of the misunderstanding he had caused that he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.
He didn't know how to respond and just wanted to get away from the scene as quickly as possible.
The flower seller watched the whole process and looked at Bing Nandong holding the wreath with a sharp eye. A mysterious smile appeared on his face. He said, "I wish you two a long and happy marriage. Giving away holy flowers on this festival will receive God's blessing."
Stop talking, stop talking. Fan Zhiyi was so ashamed that he grabbed Bing Nandong and ran for a long time before stopping to catch his breath. He didn't know what to say to Bing Nandong for a moment.
Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi's flushed face, coughed lightly a few times, then covered Fan Zhiyi's head with the wreath, turned his head away and stretched out his hand: "It's not convenient for me to keep the wreath."
Bing Nandong also felt his face getting hot and his ears were burning.
Fan Zhiyi stared blankly at Bing Nandong's outstretched hand. Somehow he guessed Bing Nandong's meaning so easily this time, and then handed one of the two bouquets of flowers in his arms to Bing Nandong.
Bing Nandong held the flower, and Fan Zhiyi felt his heart tighten, as if what he was holding was not a flower, but his heart.
The night wind blew, and both of them felt very hot.
Fan Zhiyi rarely said anything more. Each of them received a bouquet of flowers, and Fan Zhiyi even had a wreath on his head. He thought, "Oh no! How could he have handed over the flowers so naturally just now?"
This is really hard to explain, it's so embarrassing.
It's strange, why is my heart beating so fast? Why am I so nervous?
Fan Zhiyi had a premonition that... No way.
Fan Zhiyi secretly glanced at Bing Nandong and saw that he was staring at the bouquet of flowers. Then he noticed that his eyes were looking at him. Fan Zhiyi quickly withdrew his gaze and suddenly heard Bing Nandong's chuckle. His heart was moved by the laughter and he could no longer calm down.
As a single woman since birth, it is normal to have some illusions when the atmosphere is so good tonight.
Bing Nandong looked at him and said, "I want to put the flowers in the room."
"Well, add more water to keep it so it can be preserved for a longer time." Fan Zhiyi said absentmindedly.
"You can use spiritual power to make it never wither."
"Bingnandong, I..."
The inopportune token chimed again, startling the two. Zhuang Yujing's voice was noticeably quieter, his voice hushed as he spoke, "Fan Zhiyi, was Bing Nandong with you earlier? Is he still here now?"
Fan Zhiyi glanced at Bing Nandong, who gently stroked the petals, looking very happy, and replied casually, "Not here."
“…”
The call was quickly hung up again.
Young Master Zhuang, could you please call me at a suitable time next time?
Bing Nandong glanced at Fan Zhiyi, who laughed foolishly to hide his embarrassment, and then he found that the atmosphere became even more awkward.
He didn't even dare to look at Bing Nandong. If he did, he would be burned by Bing Nandong's eyes in this atmosphere. His heart would tremble with heat, which made him feel very uneasy.
This panic comes from the fear of uncertainty.
Fan Zhiyi didn't know what he was afraid of, nor did he know what he was looking forward to.
The rest of the day was that after returning to the yard, Bing Nandong said good night to him with a smile. The boy's eyebrows were curved, and he held a handful of moon, which only shone on Fan Zhiyi.
Fan Zhiyi almost ran away, not realizing that Bing Nandong was staring at him from behind, with a smile that was so sweet that he probably didn't even realize it himself. He just felt that just looking at Fan Zhiyi made him very happy, so he wanted to stay so happy forever and was reluctant to leave.
Stimulated by what he received today, Bing Nandong accepted the flowers from Fan Zhiyi and at the same time sorted out his long-confused thoughts.
It was just about the responsibility of the Ghost Gate. He himself had an unknown future, so he couldn't...
Perhaps liking someone is something that makes people think twice before doing anything. Bing Nandong cannot move forward so bravely because he is not only himself, he is also the eldest senior brother of Tianyunmen.
As for Fan Zhiyi, he breathed a sigh of relief after closing the door, and felt that the heat had subsided a little.
He thought he might be feeling embarrassed and a little anxious because he didn't know what to do. Even the cool night breeze couldn't blow away the heat, but instead it seeped into his bones.
He needs to cool down.
Fan Zhiyi finally calmed down after drinking a cup of water. He took a long breath, patted his face, then took out the token and waited to see if Zhuang Yujing would call him again. He would definitely scold him.
As expected, Zhuang Yujing called again, and this time he was much more cautious. However, Fan Zhiyi still replied that he knew nothing. The call ended with He An asking Fan Zhiyi about the results of his recent training.
Because he didn't have to go to school, Fan Zhiyi returned to his leisurely life of getting up early to exercise, then being tutored by Bing Nandong, cooking and feeding Xiao Hei, playing with the cat and exercising in the afternoon, reading a book and basking in the sun, and was almost isolated from the outside world.
Therefore, Fan Zhiyi did not know that the news that Bing Nandong had beaten Murong Xiao had spread throughout the Tianyun Sect.
The reason was that Murong Xiao took a few days off, but some disciples saw that his face was swollen like a pig's head.
In addition, when they were punished by the second elder, there were other disciples present. These disciples also heard the whole process, so they exaggerated the story and made it seem like Fan Zhiyi was the one who caused the trouble, causing their eldest brother to take action and eventually be punished.
Bing Nandong originally didn't know that this matter had spread and Fan Zhiyi had become the target of public criticism. When he arrived at the school, he was first pulled out by Wu Baili for questioning, and Lu Changfu also followed him out. When Xu Qing arrived at the school and saw them gathered together, she also followed.
"Senior Brother, what are you talking about?" Xu Qing asked with a smile, his hands behind his back.
Wu Bo replied, "We were talking about yesterday. So, Big Brother, did you really beat Murong Xiao yesterday just for Fan Zhiyi? Why, Big Brother, why did you help Fan Zhiyi?"
"It was Murong Xiao who provoked me first and spoke rudely. It's better to say that Fan Zhiyi helped me rather than that I was helping Fan Zhiyi." Bing Nandong replied calmly in a steady voice.
The more Wu Bai listened, the more incredible it seemed to him. "He helped you? How is that possible? Senior Brother, don't forget what this guy did to you before?"
Xu Qing glanced at Bing Nandong, then said, "Alright, alright, Senior Brother has his own plans. Speaking of which, Murong Xiao should have been beaten a long time ago. Senior Brother is worthy of being Senior Brother. If he doesn't make a sound, then he will make a big splash!"
Wu Bo still looked unhappy, but after a moment's pause, he also laughed, "That's true, Senior Brother is wise! Hahahaha! Finally someone taught Murong Xiao a lesson!"
When the four of them were about to return to the school together, Lu Changfu suddenly said, "Nan Dong."
Bing Nandong stopped and looked at him. Lu Changfu hadn't said a word just now, and now there was no usual smile on his face, he looked a little cold.
His deep eyes looked straight at Bing Nandong, then he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and returned to his normal appearance. He said softly: "I was thinking of telling you something, but I suddenly forgot."
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