I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Fan Zhiyi walked into the courtyard, sat down on a stone bench, and yawned listlessly.

Ayu floated over and stared at him: "You were won over with just one sentence? You're spineless, humph."

"What nonsense! This is called 'a wise man submits to circumstances,'" Fan Zhiyi retorted, then sighed softly.

He An said that training would continue into the evening, and according to Bing Nan Dong, he wouldn't be picked up until this time tomorrow morning, which meant that he would have to endure the training twice more.

However, to be honest, Fan Zhiyi did have the idea of ​​exercising properly. He had been exploited every day since he started working, and he was already suffering enough. He didn't have much time or energy to exercise. After get off work, he just wanted to lie in bed.

Besides, this world is full of dangers these days. If he doesn't run fast, his life will be in danger. He should learn some self-defense skills, so he doesn't end up with that dagger he doesn't know how to use and waste a good weapon.

Fan Zhiyi nodded as he thought about it. Next time, he would confront the ghost head-on.

No way! Next time, he'll run even faster; that should be his eternal pursuit.

In that case, it's actually quite good that He An is supervising him; at least he won't want to slack off. It's just that we should proceed step by step and be more understanding of his actual situation.

"Ah, Little Black!" A-Yu floated over excitedly.

Fan Zhiyi perked up at the news and followed A Yu's trail, finding the little black cat that had disappeared all day. It was lying on the ground lazily sunbathing, and when A Yu called it, it gave a dismissive "meow".

Fan Zhiyi walked over, pointed a finger at its head, and found that it didn't yell at him. Only then did he feel relieved and boldly pet the cat: "You named it Xiao Hei?"

“Yes, a humble name makes it easier to raise. When I first saw it at the Xue residence, it was so pitiful. I thought it wouldn’t end up like me, so I named it Xiao Hei (Little Black),” A Yu replied.

Fan Zhiyi nodded. Some rural areas still have this custom, where children are given a simple nickname and a formal name for household registration.

"How about we use Xiao Hei as his nickname and Changming as his formal name?"

Ayu gave Fan Zhiyi a disdainful look: "Long life, pay with your life, it's not a good omen at all, okay?"

"That's called longevity?"

"These are all famous names, can't you at least use a little more aesthetic appeal?"

"Quite a few requirements." Fan Zhiyi racked his brains, scratching the cat's chin. "A thousand-year-old tortoise, a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, how about we just call it Turtle? Do you like it, Little Black?"

Ayu: "..."

The little black cat scratched Fan Zhiyi and ran away. Fan Zhiyi looked at the new wound on the back of his hand, feeling a bittersweet pain.

Ayu cursed him, saying he deserved it: "Look, even Xiao Hei disagrees."

"Then what did you call it?"

"I chose the nickname, but you can decide the formal name." A-Yu chose to be a hands-off manager.

Fan Zhiyi thought for a while but couldn't think of any other names, so he happily decided to hand over the task of naming the child to Bing Nandong.

Fan Zhiyi felt a little sleepy in the afternoon, since he had gotten up too early in the morning, so he slept soundly until dinner time. In preparation for He An's grueling training later, he even ate an extra bowl of rice.

After finishing my meal, I went out for a stroll, greeted the older women, and declined to join their gossiping chatter.

Yesterday's conversation really exposed his weaknesses.

The leisurely life Fan Zhiyi was living was exactly what he had always dreamed of. Apart from the training that was about to begin, Fan Zhiyi felt like he was in a dream. The life-or-death struggle of the past few days seemed completely unreal.

However, when the time came, he did not see He An. Instead, he saw Bing Nandong arriving in the twilight. The fiery red sunset fell behind him, creating a magnificent scene.

Fan Zhiyi couldn't understand why Bing Nandong had come again, and stared blankly at him.

However, Bing Nandong did not intend to give him a chance to react and directly threw him an oil paper bag.

As soon as Fan Zhiyi caught it, a sweet, floral fragrance wafted over. He instinctively asked, "What is this?"

"Osmanthus cake. I happened to meet an old man with a limp on the way, and I bought it for him out of kindness. I don't like sweets, so here you go."

"Oh."

Bing Nandong turned around and took a few steps, then stopped and looked back at him: "Aren't you leaving?"

"Huh? Oh! Let's go! I need to go back and get something!"

Fan Zhiyi had previously taken the Qiankun bag off his bedside table because he was worried it would be inconvenient to carry it during training, but now he picked it up and tightened it again. Besides that, there was nothing else he needed to take. If possible, he'd like to grab some pastries to take with him.

When Bing Nandong saw him rushing over, he couldn't help but say, "Don't rush. Remember to always carry the Qiankun Bag with you. People's hearts can't withstand the test, and murder and robbery happen all the time."

"Okay, can I find another person and a cat?" Since there was no rush, Fan Zhiyi decided to push his luck.

Bing Nandong: "..."

Fan Zhiyi took this as tacit agreement and called to A Yu, who was squatting by the roadside watching ants move house: "Little Yu, let's go!"

"OK."

The person Fan Zhiyi was looking for was actually He An. Since he was leaving, he should at least say goodbye to him.

In the end, He An was indeed good to him. It was because of He An that he and Bing Nandong were saved in the beginning, although no one expected things to turn out like that later.

After asking several servants, Fan Zhiyi finally learned that He An and Zhuang Yujing had not returned since they left. He decided to go find Xiao Hei first. If He An still hadn't returned by then, he wouldn't wait any longer and would ask the older women to pass on a message for him.

Speaking of Xiao Hei, A Yu was definitely more familiar with him, so Fan Zhiyi asked her, "Xiao Yu, where is Xiao Hei usually at this time?"

Ah Yu beckoned mysteriously: "Come with me."

Finally, it was found on the lawn behind Fan Zhiyi's room window.

As its name suggests, Xiao Hei's fur is pure black without any impurities, almost blending into the darkness at night. If it weren't for its emerald green eyes, Fan Zhiyi would hardly be able to see it.

Fan Zhiyi carefully approached and squatted down, muttering incantations: "I'll just hug you for a bit. You see, I've never hugged you properly before. This might be the last time we meet. My cat master, please grant this humble one's wish."

"Meow~"

Fan Zhiyi was overjoyed and couldn't help but rub against the cat as he picked it up.

Ayu was incredibly envious. What could be more painful than having a cat so close yet not being able to pet it? "Ah, I really want to hold it too. But Zhiyi, aren't you planning to take Xiao Hei with you?"

Fan Zhiyi slowly stood up, but did not answer; he was thinking.

Suddenly, the cat's eyes lit up. It broke free from Fan Zhiyi and pounced on Bing Nandong, clinging to him and meowing softly.

Fan Zhiyi: "..." In this day and age, even cats are judged by their appearance? He's handsome too, you know.

Bing Nan Dong hadn't expected this to happen. In a flurry of activity, he could only drag the cat clinging to him with both hands, unsure of what to do. He glanced at Fan Zhi Yi with a somewhat bewildered expression and said, "Fan Zhi Yi."