I Went Up the Mountain to Cultivate in Seclusion and Met My Crush

Next story: Shen Wei Decides to Keep the Baby and Leave the Father This story: Nan Zhi, a medical student with a short fuse, as the uke x Song Cun, a Daoist priest, lawyer, and aloof elite as the seme Nan Zhi and his uncle Nan Chen were packed off by their loving family to Yunrong Temple for a three-day, two-night Daoist retreat. Nan Zhi: Heartbroken and sobbing after getting dumped in a long-distance relationship. Nan Chen: Obsessively reviewing his mistakes after a failed business venture. ◎ First day of the retreat, 5:30 a.m. Nan Zhi and Nan Chen were woken by the sound of a gong. They sat on the edge of their wooden beds with their eyes still closed. It was 5:30. What kind of normal person gets up at 5:30? Nan Zhi: Uncle, I'm not going. If the Daoist priest asks, tell him I'm dead. Nan Chen: ... In the end, Nan Zhi was late and had to sit in the front row. As he propped up his chin and yawned, Daoist priest Song Cun smacked him on the head with a deluxe edition of the Dao De Jing. Their eyes met. One was so sleepy his eyes were brimming with tears, his mouth hanging open in the middle of a yawn. The other had long, narrow phoenix eyes and a smile that wasn't quite a smile. ◎ Second day of the retreat, 5:00 a.m. Nan Zhi got up to comb his hair, wash his face, and put on some fragrance. Nan Chen: ... Nan Zhi: What? Is it not okay to have a crush on a Daoist priest? Nan Chen: He's a Daoist monk. Nan Zhi: Monks are people, too. ◎ Third day of the retreat, 5:00 a.m. Nan Zhi and Nan Chen both got up to "get dressed up." Nan Zhi: ? Nan Chen: I reviewed my mistakes. My business might have failed because I need someone who brings me good luck. That young Daoist on temple duty seems like a lucky charm. 2024.2.15 P.S. This is a fictional world and has no connection to reality. Theme: Fall in love with someone who actually says what's on their mind, and get all the emotional support you could want.