One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"Come on, put them on! Only when you're all dressed up do you look like a family!"

"I don't... Ouch!"

Just as Zhang Chulan was about to resist, he was silenced by Zhang Tianyi's loving gaze.

He could only sheepishly straighten the green frog on his head.

"Hehe, it looks good."

Beside her, Feng Baobao held up two colorful cotton candies that were bigger than her face, and she was also wearing a small bear headband.

She was tilting her head, looking at Zhang Chulan with that innocent, adorable expression:

"Zhang Chulan, you're like a... toad."

"Sister Bao'er! That's not fair, you can't make personal attacks like that!"

Zhang Chulan was filled with grief and indignation.

Zhang Tianyi watched this scene, a gentle smile appearing on his lips.

He didn't urge him or rush to the next project.

He just stood there quietly, watching Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao bicker in the sunlight.

For him, who had lived for nearly a century and spent most of his time at the bottom of a dark well, this scene was more precious than anything else.

"Alright, stop arguing."

Zhang Tianyi walked over, reached out and took a cotton candy from Feng Baobao's hand with remarkable ease, tore off a piece and stuffed it into his mouth; it was sickeningly sweet.

"Come on, I'll take you to sit on that."

He pointed to a two-decker carousel not far away that was slowly rotating and playing soothing music.

"Huh? A carousel?"

Zhang Chulan was taken aback. "Master, isn't that for kids? Why don't we go ride that... vertical roller coaster? That's much more thrilling!"

"Exciting my ass."

Zhang Tianyi rolled her eyes at him, offered no explanation, and simply grabbed Feng Baobao's hand, then kicked Zhang Chulan again.

"Stop talking nonsense and keep up."

A few minutes later.

On the carousel.

Feng Baobao is riding on a pink pony, still holding a cotton candy in her hand.

Zhang Chulan, meanwhile, sat miserably in the carriage behind, responsible for taking photos of the two gentlemen.

Surrounded by five- or six-year-old children, she, a young woman in her twenties, blended in without feeling out of place at all.

Her usually unfocused eyes were now fixed intently on the slowly melting candy ball in her hand.

"What's wrong? You don't want to eat it?"

Zhang Tianyi, holding two bottles of chilled soda, slowly walked over and leaned against the railing, watching her.

"This...is beautiful."

Feng Baobao stuck out her tongue and licked it; the sweet taste made her squint her eyes slightly.

“When Aunt Xu took me to the market before, I saw other children eating it, but Aunt Xu said it was just for little kids and didn’t buy it for me.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianyi felt as if something had gently bumped into his heart.

This girl has lived for so long, and time has left too many blanks on her body, and taken away too much of the joy that ordinary people should have.

She was like a blank sheet of paper, painted with killing and instinct, but lacking that simplest touch of color.

Zhang Tianyi walked over, but didn't tease her as usual.

He took out a wet wipe from his pocket and gently wiped the sugar residue from Feng Baobao's lips.

The movements were gentle, without the slightest hint of disgust.

It's like a father taking care of his gluttonous daughter.

"Girl, listen carefully."

Zhang Tianyi looked into Feng Baobao's eyes, his tone calm, yet exuding an undeniable domineering air:

"What happened before is none of my business."

"But from today onwards, as long as you follow me."

"Whether it's cotton candy or the stars in the sky, as long as you want it, as long as I think you can play with it."

"Then buy it! Take it!"

"We're not short of money, nor are we short of resources."

"In the future, stop thinking about how to bury people or how to be obedient. Think more about what you want to eat and what you want to do."

Zhang Tianyi pressed the iced soda against Feng Baobao's face, making her flinch, then she grinned.

"You are not a tool, nor are you a temporary worker."

"You are a junior whom I, Zhang Tianyi, have mentored."

“With me, you have the right to be a spoiled… brat.”

Chapter 72 Zhuge Qing, who is afraid of ghosts, and the invitation.

Feng Baobao stared blankly at Zhang Tianyi.

Her simple CPU couldn't quite handle these complex emotional logics.

But she could sense it.

The "aura" of this man was different from Xu Si's roguish concern, and also different from Xu San's caring attention.

This feeling...

It's more like... a mountain.

A mountain she can lean against and sleep against anytime, without worrying about being exposed to wind and rain.

"Oh."

Feng Baobao nodded, then took a big bite of the cotton candy and mumbled:

"Then I want to ride that flying chair again, the one that spins really fast."

"Sit! Sit ten times! I'll spin that chair until it's smoking!"

Zhang Tianyi laughed heartily, ruffling her newly tied ponytail.

Zhang Chulan, sitting in the back of the carriage, suddenly froze, his hand holding the phone.

He saw this scene clearly through his phone screen.

I saw that Second Master, who was usually so unserious and full of nonsense, looking at Bao'er with such focused, so... tender eyes.

That look in his eyes was both familiar and unfamiliar to Zhang Chulan.

When he was a child, his grandfather, Zhang Huaiyi, had looked at him like this.

Since his grandfather died, he has been wandering the world of supernatural beings like a stray dog ​​for more than ten years.

I learned to play dumb, to hide my shortcomings, and to use shamelessness to protect myself and Bao'er.

He was used to bearing everything and to being constantly vigilant.

But at this very moment...

On this noisy carousel.

Looking at the not-so-broad, even somewhat thin, figure in front of me.

Zhang Chulan's nose suddenly stung with tears.

An unprecedented sense of security overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.

original……

This is what it feels like to be protected.

There's no need to be constantly on edge, no need to calculate the gains and losses of every step.

You could even... like a child, wearing a green frog headband, sitting in a carriage lost in thought.

"Click".

Zhang Chulan pressed the shutter.

The sunlight was perfect in the photo.

Zhang Tianyi, wearing rabbit ears, turned her head to the side to help Feng Baobao, wearing bear ears, tidy her bangs that had been blown messy by the wind.

The years are quiet.

"Master..."

Zhang Chulan put down his phone, lowered his head, and vigorously wiped his slightly moist eyes with his sleeve, but a genuine, silly smile spread across his lips:

"You're a really nice person..."

……

In another corner of the amusement park, in front of the haunted house "Ghost Castle".

The atmosphere wasn't so warm anymore.

"Old...Old Wang, how about we switch to another project?"

Zhuge Qing stood before the gloomy gates of the ancient castle, his handsome face, which usually wore a confident smile, now slightly pale.

He held the folding fan in his hand, fanning himself at a frequency three times faster than usual.

"Look, even though this is fake, the yin energy gathers here. Although it's an artificial landscape, it can still easily attract unclean things..."

"This doesn't align with our principles as sorcerers—to seek good fortune and avoid misfortune."