Literary edition copy:
When I pick up the pen and put down the ink, half of the oil in the lamp is gone. How sad.
We meet again in the next life, and we are still by his side. How lucky it is.
Contrast: cute master's attack vs counter-routine apprentice's acceptance
Sand carving version: The infamous demon god Lu Pai took in a disciple, took care of him in every possible way, and doted on him in every possible way. Once the disciple came down the mountain, the master felt cold and lonely, so he changed his vest and started to follow again.
Disciple: Master, go this way (pointing to the way back)
Master: No, no, no (rubbing the head)
Disciple: Master, you are OOC...
Disciple: Are you my master?
Master: No discussion, I'm on top
In short, this is a story where the master is not the master, and the apprentice is not the apprentice.
The article is also known as "Why is the master's waistcoat so swollen after it fell off?" "Who is the master?" "My apprentice wants to oppress me."
A semi-immortal world view, but there is really no evidence
Be more literary as you like, it's just a smile from Bojun
Intention: In the next life and this life, I will always hold one person's hand to cross me and him.