I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

"What are you all doing outside? We're too busy in the kitchen! Senior brother, hurry up and check the pot for me!" Xu Qing suddenly shouted.

Fan Zhiyi chuckled and pushed Bing Nandong inside, saying, "Hurry up and go!"

"Brother!" Cen Jun ran over, carrying a plate in each hand.

Fan Zhiyi instinctively called out, "Be careful!"

"Hehe." Cen Jun laughed heartily, "Don't worry, it's very stable."

He put down the plate, came over and gave Fan Zhiyi a hug: "Brother, it's been half a year. When I came back, Senior Sister Xu said you went back to your old courtyard, so I didn't bother you."

"How lively! I hope I'm not late." Jin Wu held a bamboo hat in his arms and patted off the snowflakes. "Luckily, you set up a barrier beforehand. These mountains have all been covered in snow."

Everyone arrived and took their seats. The courtyard hadn't been this lively in a long time.

In the afternoon, Fan Zhiyi suggested having hot pot, as it's warming. Almost everyone had tried it before, and they were quite surprised when they first saw this kind of dish. After eating it, they all gave it high praise. However, Zhuang Yujing and Bing Nandong are not very good at eating spicy food, so Fan Zhiyi specially drew up the blueprints for a yin-yang hot pot to make it. It will come in very handy tonight.

Besides hot pot, there are also several stir-fried and braised dishes, each with an exquisite appearance and rich colors, looking festive and delicious.

Fan Zhiyi sat down next to Bing Nandong and nudged his elbow: "Where are Lin Taiyin and Lin Juewan?"

Bing Nandong cooked some meat slices for Fan Zhiyi: "They said the Fusha Sect can't leave, so they'll come back another day."

Since everything was almost over, Bing Nandong gradually retired, Xu Qing became the new head of Tianyun Sect, and Fucha Sect was handed over to Lin Taiyin and his sister to manage. Now I will go to Ghost City from time to time to check, and if there are suitable people, I will choose to help them pass on.

Zhuang Yujing moved her chopsticks: "Zhuang Shan won't make it out of the underworld. Put some food on his plate and have Bingnan and Dong take it over."

“It was prepared long ago; he even had a separate pot set up for him,” Fan Zhiyi said.

The meal was warm and comforting, and wine, the fashionable plum wine, was served.

Bing Nandong suddenly remembered that Fan Zhiyi couldn't hold his liquor. Just as he was about to remind him to drink less, he saw the person next to him gulp down his wine and sigh with great satisfaction.

Bing Nandong instantly changed his mind, and raised the corners of his mouth: "Another cup?"

Fan Zhiyi nodded with an even brighter smile and raised his glass.

Cen Jun tugged at Fan Zhiyi: "Brother, drink less. You won't feel well if you get drunk, and we still have to stay up to welcome the New Year."

"Oh." Fan Zhiyi lowered his head, then straightened his back and took out a red envelope from his pocket, solemnly placing it in Cen Jun's hand. "Cen Jun, Happy New Year!"

"Brother, this is for me!"

Cen Jun happily accepted the gift and excitedly wanted to give Fan Zhiyi a hug, but Bing Nandong pulled Fan Zhiyi back, leaving Cen Jun empty-handed: "What about me?"

Fan Zhiyi frowned: "You're not younger than me."

"But you are also my master. There's no reason for you to give it to Cen Jun but not to me."

Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong for a long time, and felt that there was some truth to it.

Xu Qing sighed from the side: "Senior brother, you really know how to coax people."

Now I chime in: "Southern winters have always been like this."

Zhuang Yujing clicked her tongue, utterly ashamed: "You're such a grown man, aren't you ashamed?"

Fan Zhiyi generously took off his Qiankun bag and gave it to Bing Nandong, leaning closer and whispering, "It's all yours, you have more, don't be angry."

Bing Nandong was certain that the man was drunk: "Are you sure? These are your favorite spirit stones. Don't blame me when you sober up."

Fan Zhiyi nodded: "I like you the most."

Bing Nandong's heart skipped a beat, but before he could say anything more, Fan Zhiyi fainted the next second.

Bing Nandong immediately caught him: "I'll take him to his room to lie down."

Zhuang Yujing pretended to be extremely annoyed: "Stop being so mushy, hurry up and go!"

Xu Qing said considerately, "Luckily, we prepared some hangover soup. I'll go get it."

"It's alright, you guys eat." Bing Nandong picked the person up in his arms. "I'll take care of them. We'll call for them when the fireworks start later."

Bing Nandong brought the person back to the room, brought back a bowl of hangover soup, and found Fan Zhiyi sitting blankly on the bed, staring at one spot, seemingly lost in thought.

He walked over and sat down next to him: "What are you thinking about?"

Fan Zhiyi turned his head and stared at him, blinking.

He seemed quite drunk. Bing Nandong put down the hangover soup and called to him, "Zhiyi."

"Yes." Fan Zhiyi nodded seriously and heavily.

Bing Nandong pointed to himself: "Can you still recognize me?"

Fan Zhiyi stared at him, then immediately pulled him into his arms, letting Bing Nandong press against his chest: "Mine."

Bing Nandong smiled, and Fan Zhiyi immediately let go of him, pushed him away, and looked for something on his person. Bing Nandong asked him, and he said, "Looking for a gift for Nandong."

"What is it?"

He lacks nothing.

I like everything you gave me.

Fan Zhiyi ignored him and continued searching. Then, as if suddenly realizing something, he recited a few incantations, and the red rope connecting the two of them reappeared. Fan Zhiyi grabbed the red rope and handed it to Bing Nandong: "Take this."

Bing Nandong didn't know what he was trying to do, but he did as he was told. Then Fan Zhiyi used the red rope to tie his wrists up and down, looked up at Bing Nandong, and Bing Nandong looked back at him.

Fan Zhiyi seemed troubled. After thinking for a while, he said, "We're not married yet, let's choose a date to get married this year."

Bing Nandong's fingertips trembled for a moment, he narrowed his eyes, and with a strong pull, the rope tightened, pulling Fan Zhiyi into Bing Nandong's arms. Bing Nandong put his arm around Fan Zhiyi's waist, lifted him up and placed him on his lap, facing him. He could smell the sweet scent of plum wine in Fan Zhiyi's breath.

"If you make me happy, I'll agree." Bing Nandong looked at Fan Zhiyi.

"it is good."

Bing Nan Dong touched his forehead: "Kiss here."

Fan Zhiyi raised his head and lifted his chin to kiss him.

Bing Nandong pointed to his cheek again: "Here."

Bing Nandong's Adam's apple bobbed, and he finally touched his lips: "Here, be more proactive with the kiss."

Normally, although Fan Zhiyi's skin had become thicker under Bing Nandong's upbringing, he would never be willing to abandon his guests to do these things with them present, even if they were hiding in his room.

Bing Nandong's smile widened as he moved his fingertips downwards. Fan Zhiyi's gaze followed his fingertips, but Bing Nandong's eyes remained fixed on the other's swollen lips.

"Here?"

Fan Zhiyi stared at that spot, but ultimately did not respond.

"Zhiyi," Bingnan called to him.

Fan Zhiyi didn't respond, but stared for a while longer. He tried to run away, but Bing Nandong pulled him back: "Are you awake now?"

Fan Zhiyi's face was flushed: "Bing Nandong, I wasn't even that drunk." How could he have known this guy would be so shameless?

Bing Nandong pressed the man against himself, his forehead touching his, his laughter seemingly able to penetrate his chest: "Yeah, right, you were just drunk."

"It's all because you're jealous of Cen Jun. Cen Jun is just a younger brother..."

"Oh right, I remember now, you also called me brother before, call me that again."

"If I call them, this will be terrible!" Fan Zhiyi struggled, "I'm not playing anymore, they're still waiting outside." There were some things Fan Zhiyi was embarrassed to say in front of others, so he found an opportunity to come in. His gift to Bing Nandong was that he had already chosen a wedding date and wanted to tell Bing Nandong today, but he didn't expect this person to trick him.

"Give it another kiss, and then we'll go outside, okay?"

"No good." Fan Zhiyi didn't believe it.

"Then I'll kiss you."

"Bing Nandong, you, you've gone mad! Everyone's outside!"

"So I bit the hem of the clothes."

……

When they came out again, Fan Zhiyi's lips were even more swollen, and his eyes were still red, while Bing Nandong had changed his clothes.

Cen Jun handed the sparkler she was waving to Fan Zhiyi: "Brother, are you still not feeling well?" Then she looked at Bing Nandong, "Senior brother, why did you change your clothes?"

Bing Nandong chuckled, and Fan Zhiyi gently kicked him before taking the sparkler.

The tiny, dazzling lights illuminated half of his face. Fan Zhiyi said, "Bing Nandong, I mean it when I say we should get married."

"I know." Bing Nandong hugged Fan Zhiyi from behind. "I've always been serious, Zhiyi. Happy New Year. I love you."

Zhuang Yujing, who had been standing nearby, pulled Cen Jun and He An away quietly. He rubbed the goosebumps on his body. He was really fed up with having to suffer like this on New Year's Eve.

Xu Qing calculated the time and called out loudly, "Happy New Year!"

Clusters of fireworks exploded in the sky.

All things considered, Fan Zhiyi had never properly spent the New Year with Bing Nandong, and the last time, whether during Bing Nandong's childhood or youth, they never even made it to the New Year.

This is the first time, and there will be countless more times to come.