I heard you had a white moonlight who died young.

Bing Nan Dong was not lying to him; if he said it would be soon, it would be soon. Before Fan Zhiyi could even warm his seat, the young disciples scattered like fireworks.

Xiao Bao and the other disciples were chatting and laughing as they prepared to leave. Seeing this, Fan Zhiyi finally felt relieved, stood up, patted his bottom, sighed deeply, put his hands behind his back, and felt that he had aged a lot: "Bing Nandong, let's go."

Fan Zhiyi took a few steps and realized that Bing Nandong hadn't followed. He turned around and found that the man was walking straight ahead. Fan Zhiyi opened his mouth, then quickly found a place to hide.

He felt inexplicably nervous, and heard Bing Nandong awkwardly call out "Xiao Bao," but he couldn't hear anything else.

Fan Zhiyi never imagined he could be so timid, not even daring to steal a glance. He was actually afraid that Xiao Bao might hear the legends about the original owner of the body at Tianyun Sect and become unwilling to approach him, or that someone might discover the different relationship between him and Xiao Bao and incite other disciples to isolate Xiao Bao.

Just as Fan Zhiyi was lost in thought, a little bundle of joy quickly hugged his leg: "Brother!"

Xiao Bao's face was flushed from training under the sun, and his smile was the innocent and carefree kind of a child, exceptionally bright, which could automatically dispel the gloom in one's heart.

Fan Zhiyi smiled, squatted down, and patted Xiao Bao's head: "How is Xiao Bao doing at Tianyun Sect?"

“Great!” Xiao Bao hugged him, her voice a little aggrieved. “Xiao Bao misses brother so much. Brother said he would come to pick me up, but I waited and waited and brother never came. Senior Brother said that as long as Xiao Bao behaves well and cultivates diligently, he will bring brother to see Xiao Bao.”

Fan Zhiyi couldn't bear to see the child suffer, so he immediately coaxed him, "Brother is here now. Brother was too busy, so he didn't come right away."

Xiao Bao hugged Fan Zhiyi's neck, rested his head on his shoulder, and fell silent. It was rare for Fan Zhiyi to feel that the child had become more lively.

He looked across at Xiao Bao's friends, who were still waiting for him. Fan Zhiyi didn't want others to see him spending too much time with Xiao Bao, so he patted Xiao Bao on the back and said, "Alright, alright, I'm so happy to see how amazing Xiao Bao is. Go find your friends now."

Xiao Bao refused to let go, so Fan Zhiyi said, "Xiao Bao, be good. It's not like you'll disappear again."

"When will it be, brother, next time?"

It's hard to say for sure about Fan Zhiyi, and he doesn't plan to come all the time.

"Next time is next time." Fan Zhiyi smiled, wiped away Xiaobao's tears, and patted his shoulder. "Alright, go on."

Xiao Bao was reluctant to leave, and Fan Zhiyi waved to him, saying, "If anyone bullies you, come find him." Fan Zhiyi pulled Bing Nandong over and laughed heartlessly.

Xiao Bao nodded: "Brother, Xiao Bao has a name now. It was given to me by the teacher. It's called Cen Jun. Cen means mountain, and Jun means gentleman."

"Okay, Xiao Cen Jun, Xiao Bao."

Watching Xiao Bao leave, Fan Zhiyi lowered his hand that had been suspended in mid-air, a touch of sadness welling up within him: "The teacher Xiao Bao mentioned is..."

"It's the teacher who instructs new disciples. Disciples of this age study at that school." Bing Nandong roughly pointed out the direction to Fan Zhiyi, but Fan Zhiyi's mind was not on that at all.

These are not the main points. The main point is that, just as Bing Nandong said, Xiao Bao is indeed living quite well here. Fan Zhiyi was completely relieved and sighed, "Now I finally know what it feels like to be a father."

Bing Nandong gave him a deep look, and Fan Zhiyi looked back at him, asking with a grin, "You feel the same way, don't you?"

“No.” Bing Nandong started walking away. “But you went out and picked up a person and a cat.”

"You like Xiaobao and Xiaohei quite a bit too, don't you?" Fan Zhiyi muttered to himself. Bing Nandong taught Fan Zhiyi a lot about raising cats, and sometimes when Fan Zhiyi forgot something, Bing Nandong would handle it for him.

This guy clearly likes it a lot, but he pretends not to care. What an awkward child.

Fan Zhiyi ran after him and asked, "Where are we going next?"

"where do you want to go?"

"Me?" Fan Zhiyi actually thought about it for a moment without being polite, and then concluded, "I don't think so."

"Then let's go to the market down the mountain."

Okay, but there's one problem: "Will we have to keep walking again?"

"if not?"

"Alright, alright." Fan Zhiyi followed for almost another hour before finally reaching the market entrance. His legs were incredibly sore. Looking at Bing Nandong, whose posture was still upright, Fan Zhiyi finally couldn't help but ask him, "Aren't you tired?"

Are you tired?

Fan Zhiyi, panting, asked, "Can't you tell?"

"We'll be there soon."

Where are we going?

"Drunken Fragrance Pavilion".

Zui Xiang Lou? That sounds familiar.

Fan Zhiyi ran a few steps forward and grabbed Bing Nandong's sleeve, gesturing for him to slow down: "What are you going there for?"

"Let's eat." Bing Nandong's answer was very concise, and he glanced at Fan Zhiyi's hand that was holding his.

Fan Zhiyi instantly realized that he had done something terribly wrong that would anger Bing Nandong, so he took the initiative to let go of her hand and smiled apologetically: "Sorry, sorry, it wasn't intentional."

"...Why are you always so cautious with me?" Bing Nandong then grabbed Fan Zhiyi's wrist through his sleeve, no longer looking at him, and whispered quickly, "There are many people at the market at night, and it's hard to find someone if you get separated."

The boy's strong hand pulled him forward. The surrounding lights were dim. Fan Zhiyi didn't notice Bing Nandong's reddened ear tips. He just kept repeating a sentence in his heart.

Ruined.

Seeing that Bing Nan Dong no longer pretended to dislike his touch as before, Fan Zhiyi became even more certain of his guess.

It's all over, it's really all over. He's a scoundrel who toyed with the precious feelings of an innocent young man.

Fan Zhiyi accused and blamed himself, wondering if it would be better if he distanced himself a little.

No way, he still has to cling to Bing Nandong's coattails at Tianyun Sect. Help! When will Bai Bai finally come back? Once he's back, he can discuss the next steps with that idiot system, Bai Bai, and then plan to delete Bing Nandong from his friend list and say goodbye. Let's part ways amicably now.

Bing Nandong slowed his pace and suddenly turned around. Fan Zhiyi saw the scattered light in his eyes, which eventually blended into his own image and reflected in the water. He couldn't help but take a few steps closer to him.

Bing Nandong gripped him tighter, and the two leaned close together.

However, this was not for any other reason than that the surroundings were simply too crowded!

It's no exaggeration to say that it was like being squeezed between people. Fan Zhiyi felt like he was completely pressed against Bing Nandong's back, and his facial features were about to be distorted by the squeezing.

However, he still had the leisure to think about whether Bing Nandong's face, which was turned away from him, was also as squinting as his own. Fan Zhiyi found the huge contrast amusing.