I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

1 Creation

Bing Nandong noticed that Fan Zhiyi was full of energy early this morning and sat down at his desk to start writing and drawing.

He went over to see what Fan Zhiyi was writing, but Fan Zhiyi kept it a secret from him, mysteriously saying that he was creating a world-famous masterpiece.

Alright, then Bing Nandong went to make breakfast. Fan Zhiyi ate a few bites and went back to writing. The same thing happened with 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 a piece of cake, but he didn't. He wanted to wait for Fan Zhiyi to show him himself. He didn't believe that Fan Zhiyi's desire to share was so strong that he would hold back from telling him.

After finishing preparing dinner, Bing Nandong came to call Fan Zhiyi. Fan Zhiyi was still writing furiously, muttering that Bing Nandong should eat first, and that he would be done in a little while.

Bing Nan Dong could tolerate this, and immediately tried to drag the person away: "You haven't paid any attention to me all day."

"I'm talking to you right now."

"That doesn't count."

"Alright then, here you go, ta-da!" Fan Zhiyi presented his masterpiece, his face smeared with ink, though he seemed oblivious. He smiled broadly and enthusiastically promoted the booklet, "Look, look! I've written several stories. Since I have nothing else to do on this mountain, I might as well write a book. I'm going to write some truly terrifying ghost stories, publish and sell them, and become a renowned author." He patted Bing Nandong on the shoulder, "Want to invest in me? I'll make you a major shareholder!"

Bing Nandong didn't give a reply. He read it carefully and, meeting Fan Zhiyi's expectant gaze, deliberately teased him: "You need to practice your handwriting more."

"That's not the point. Tell me quickly, how's it going?"

"good."

"hey-hey."

"Let's go eat first."

"Hey, hey, no way, I won't have any inspiration later!" Without any chance to resist, Fan Zhiyi was ruthlessly dragged away.

When it was late at night, Fan Zhiyi told Bing Nandong to go to sleep first, as he still had to write. Bing Nandong had no choice but to take a storybook and sit beside him. Fan Zhiyi insisted that it wasn't necessary, but Bing Nandong couldn't persuade him otherwise, so he went back to his room to rest first, leaving the light on for Fan Zhiyi.

Not long after, hurried running sounds came from outside the door, then the door was pushed open, and Fan Zhiyi immediately closed the door, kicked off his shoes, and shrank into the quilt.

Bing Nandong sensed something was wrong, turned around and hugged him: "What's wrong?"

Fan Zhiyi found it difficult to speak, and the next day, he did not continue with his plan to become famous.

Later, Bing Nandong learned that Fan Zhiyi had been writing about ghost stories late at night, which scared him.

2. Shopping

The weather was incredibly sunny, and my mood was incredibly cheerful.

Fan Zhiyi, holding a freshly baked osmanthus cake, strolled down the street with Bing Nandong's clone. As they passed a jewelry stall, he was instantly drawn to a hair ornament engraved with flying cranes and flowing clouds.

This piece is grand yet exquisite, simple yet elegant, and could be a perfect match for Bingnan Dong.

Speaking of which, it seems like Bingnan Dong hasn't changed his hair ornament in a long time, so I'll give him one today.

Fan Zhiyi tugged at Bing Nandong's sleeve, cleared his throat, and asked, "How about buying this hair ornament for your teacher's wife? She'll definitely like it, right?"

Upon hearing this, the stall owner said, "This item may not be of much use, but it is well-designed. However, it is a men's item, so it might not be appropriate to give it to a lady like you."

Upon hearing this, Fan Zhiyi suppressed a laugh and feigned hesitation, nudging Bing Nandong with his elbow: "What do you think, disciple?"

"..."

"Why isn't my disciple saying anything? It seems you think your master's wife won't like it, so let's just forget about it."

"How much?" Bing Nandong asked, glancing closer at the tips of his ears, which were slightly red.

The stall owner quoted a price, and Fan Zhiyi eagerly paid with spirit stones. Afterward, the two of them strolled around to other places together.

As night fell and lights came on in every house, Bing Nandong asked, "Do you still want to stroll around?"

"I'm too tired to shop anymore." Shopping is really physically demanding; Fan Zhiyi feels his legs will definitely be sore tomorrow.

Bing Nandong didn't say much, and endured it until they returned to Tianyun Sect, went back to the courtyard, entered the room, and then his clone pushed the person onto the bed.

The real Bing Nandong was sitting on the edge of the bed. He grabbed the man, pressed him onto his lap, hugged him from behind, rested his head on his shoulder, and asked in a sinister tone, "Having fun?"

Fan Zhiyi was momentarily confused about what Bing Nandong was asking. Judging from his expression, it didn't seem like he was simply asking if he had fun shopping today: "What do you mean?"

"Small stall, hair ornaments," Bing Nandong prompted.

Fan Zhiyi remembered, raised his eyebrows, took out the hair ornament, and held it up to Bing Nandong's head: "This is fun. Why are you so vengeful?"

Bing Nandong leaned down and clasped his fingers together, palms touching: "I not only hold grudges, I also have something even more fun to do."

3. Persistence

One night, as the two were preparing to go to sleep as usual, Fan Zhiyi stared at Bing Nandong, who was only wearing an inner garment and had his outer robe draped over the screen.

Even his undergarments were neatly and meticulously dressed. His strong waist was cinched by a belt, and the muscle lines in every movement were vibrant and beautiful, neither too exaggerated nor too thin.

Bing Nandong turned around and saw Fan Zhiyi staring at him: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fan Zhiyi lay back down.

As Bing Nandong waited for him to get into bed and hug him as usual, Fan Zhiyi rolled over, stepped back to face him, stared at Bing Nandong's abdomen, and then placed his hand on it, instantly bursting out: "We eat and sleep together, and I've never seen you secretly exercising, so why am I the only one who's gained weight?"

Bing Nandong: "..."

Bing Nandong pressed Fan Zhiyi back, pinched his belly, and smiled: "It seems you've gained some weight, that's good."

Fan Zhiyi was even more furious upon hearing this: "What do you mean, what do you mean? 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 the person even tighter: "I'm serious, we can start training now, and I'll be very strict."

So recently, Fan Zhiyi has been unable to fall asleep without completing his daily cultivation, running around the mountain, practicing swordsmanship, doing a hundred sit-ups, and a hundred push-ups.