Immersive Fast Wear: The Anti-Strike Manual of the Heartthrob

Chitang walked around the rooms holding the hem of her skirt, her little mouth wide open, making sounds of admiration and delight.

After the tour, he returned to Bai Heng's cave to learn to read and write, laying a solid foundation for his future practice.

The sky gradually darkened. Chitang placed his arms on the table, knelt on a chair, and leaned towards the window.

The wooden chair beneath her gradually tilted and inclined with her movements.

Bai Heng watched from the side, frowning slightly.

He did not scold her for being careless, but reached out and held the back of the chair as usual to prevent her from losing her balance and falling.

Chitang didn't notice, his eyes were fixed on the distant sky. When he saw the sun set, he excitedly put down the brush in his hand and turned to look at Bai Heng.

"Master, I'm a little tired. Can I rest early today?"

Her eyes were still bright and she didn't look tired at all.

Bai Heng knew that she couldn't wait to move into her "new home".

He did not expose her little thoughts. He held her shoulders with one hand and held the wooden chair with the other hand, carefully moving it back.

After the wooden chair was put straight, he moved his hand down from Chitang and held her hand.

"Okay, Master will take you to bed."

Chitang took advantage of the force of being pulled and moved forward and slid off the chair.

Bai Heng had a tall and slender figure, and Chi Tang was just a little bit up to his waist, so there was a big difference in the length of their legs.

One step he takes is equivalent to several steps taken by Chitang.

Normally, he would deliberately slow down his pace so that Chitang's short legs could walk easily according to her habits.

Today, Bai Heng took small steps just like he did in the past, and would occasionally pause for an unnoticeable moment.

While walking, he also had time to worry about some things.

"Will Atang be afraid to sleep alone at night..."

'If she has a nightmare at night and no one comforts her, will she cry...'

"If I don't tell her a story, she won't be able to sleep."

The more he thought about it, the more Bai Heng's brows furrowed.

Thinking too deeply, he began to consider persuading Atang not to go today.

Before I could think of the right words to persuade Chitang, my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps beside me.

Bai Heng turned his head and saw the scene around him, and was speechless for a moment.

Chitang, who was worried about whether she would be scared sleeping alone, now kicked her feet loudly on the ground, and the other hand that was not held was swinging back and forth in the air like a swing.

Her pair of lively eyes narrowed into crescents, and the happiness on her lips could not be concealed.

Yes, children of this age should be very happy to have their own small space.

The excitement took over and I had no time to think about fear or other emotions.

The words Bai Heng wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

He seemed to have some understanding. Rather than being worried that Chitang wouldn't get a good rest, his worries were more about his own inability to adapt to being separated from her.

Not only will children be reluctant to leave home, but sometimes those who have given will also feel lost and uncomfortable when they stop giving.

Bai Heng took a deep breath, shook off the thoughts in his mind, and took Chi Tang to her small room.

After making the bed for her and watching her get into bed obediently, Bai Heng tucked in the quilt and placed a bell next to her pillow.

"Atang, if you are scared at night or have any other problems, ring this bell and Master will come over."

"Yes, Master, I understand."

Chitang was buried under the quilt, with only a small head showing. He nodded obediently.

"Master, you should go back and rest as soon as possible. I am very brave and I am not afraid of anything."

The little girl took a hand out from under the quilt, clenched it into a fist, and waved it in front of Bai Heng, as if to say that if there was a bad guy, she would knock him down with one punch.

Bai Heng looked at her playful appearance, and the depression in his heart suddenly dissipated, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"Okay, Master is leaving now. You should have a good rest."

There was really nothing else that needed to be done, so he was just sitting there doing nothing.

Bai Heng stuffed her fist back into the quilt, then stood up, opened the door and left.

When we came out, it was already dark.

In the dark night, there was only a full moon hanging in the sky, and the light was dim and hazy.

Bai Heng suddenly had the idea of ​​turning around and returning to his room.

He was still worried that Chitang would be scared, so he turned half a circle on his toes and then stopped.

When Chitang was lying in the new room, the smile on his face was so bright and happy——

Bai Heng stood quietly outside the house for a while, looked at the moon above his head, and then returned to his cave.

the other side.

When Chitang saw Bai Heng leaving, he suddenly opened his eyes, got up from the bed, put on his shoes, took a lantern and went to explore the various spaces in his cave.

I only took a quick look during the day, and after listening to Master's introduction, I left to study and practice calligraphy. Now is the time for real exploration.

After walking around for a long time and feeling tired, Chitang returned to bed and closed his eyes to sleep.

During the first two nights, she was so excited and took a "walk" at night that she had no time to think about anything else.

On the third night, the excitement of moving into the new room faded.

Chitang's mood changed. She stared at the beams with her eyes open and suddenly couldn't fall asleep.

She remembered that before, if she was not sleepy, her master would pat her gently and tell her stories or interesting things he had encountered to coax her to sleep.

The Master's voice was always peaceful and gentle, like a slowly flowing stream, soothing her anxious heart and bringing her to sleep naturally.

Now she is alone.

The lights were on in the room, but Chitang felt that it was dark in front of him and the bed he was lying on was too big.

The shadow of the ornament cast by the candle wick swayed with the flickering flame, like a terrible monster that wanted to grab and eat itself.

"Atang is brave, Atang is not afraid, Atang is brave, Atang is not afraid..."

Chitang closed his eyes tightly, raised the quilt over his head with both hands, and whispered to himself to comfort himself.

"Boom."

Suddenly, a loud thunder sounded outside the mountain.

Then, there was the sound of continuous rain.

The thunder did not stop, and would suddenly explode in my ears every half a moment.

Chitang quietly stuck her head out from under the quilt, and just in time a blinding flash of lightning illuminated the window, filling her entire field of vision.

Thunder and lightning are the inevitable path for those who cultivate immortality and go through trials and tribulations. It is quite dangerous and some people with weak minds may even die in it.

Chitang was instinctively a little afraid of it.

She had originally felt a little scared of staying in the room alone, and now her fear continued to grow, so she immediately picked up the bell beside her pillow and rang it.

But in the blink of an eye, Bai Heng's steady voice came from outside the door.

"Atang, what's wrong?"

He sensed that Chi Tang was not in danger, and remembering the "differences between men and women" written in mortal books he had read in the past two days, he did not go directly into her room.

"Master, Master~~"

Bai Heng heard Chi Tang's trembling voice outside the house, and without hesitation, he pushed open the door.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, she jumped into his arms.