The more advanced the practice of illusion, the longer Mo Fan spent outside the cave. Now he no longer needs to rely on book knowledge to fill himself, but needs the results of practice tests.
He has grown taller again, and has changed several batches of clothes. He always uses the most comfortable materials, and the types and styles are also fashionable and novel.
Ming Shi was really kind to him.
The cloak that fits him, but it is a little short, does not affect the use, and he is also required to take it away and re-cut it.
He wants the best for himself. Mo Fan sensed it everywhere.
In front of the cave, the spacious platform was cleared to build a shelter from wind and snow because of his needs. The roof of the shed is extremely high, and it is covered with a large piece of transparent jade of unknown material. While blocking the wind and snow, it is also very aesthetically pleasing, which does not affect Mo Fan's desire to see the snow when he comes here.
"Master, why are you so kind to me?" Mo Fan saw the handsome young man standing at the door, and threw himself into his arms.
Ming Shi naturally tidied up the other party's messy hair and crooked hood, and replied in the same way, "Xiao Fan is my only apprentice. If I don't treat you well, who will I treat?"
Mo Fan muttered in dissatisfaction, "Master always says that."
"Then what do you want me to say?" Ming Shi threw the question back.
Mo Fan is ten years old this year. Children of this era are precocious. If they are in the family, they may already know about men and women. However, now he is only learning illusion from Ming Shi, so he knows nothing about the rest.
"Master wants to tell me, because Master likes Xiaofan the most."
"Okay," Ming Shi never tired of showing his fondness for touching his head, "Master will remember to say so next time."
Mo Fan said, "Master tells me so every time, but every time it's still like today."
The older you get, the harder it is to coax. Ming Shi sighed in his heart. And something that Mo Fan was not easy to coax when he was a child, was subconsciously ignored by Ming Shi.
"It's the teacher's fault."
"Since Master said so, why not change it?" Mo Fan was aggressive.
If ordinary disciples dared to speak to his master like this, they would have been taught a serious lesson, but Ming Shi just looked at him connivingly.
Mo Fan blushed, knowing that he was making trouble for no reason, so he wanted to pretend to be righteous.
"Master made you your favorite snacks, take a rest."
Mo Fan followed awkwardly.
It was the time when his body was growing, and Mo Fan's appetite increased greatly during this period, and he ate half of the food in one meal. Ming Shi was afraid that Mo Fan would not be able to digest too much, so he divided three meals into five meals to prepare.
The hunger subsided, Mo Fan sat next to Ming Shi, lying on his lap, "Master, I'm so tired."
Children, no, they should be called teenagers.
The baby fat from childhood has faded away, and the delicate facial features of the teenager can already glimpse the beauty of the grown-up. He has been exercising all the year round, if he uses it to compete with other peers, he will find that his stature is already much higher than others.
Mo Fan is very satisfied with his growth rate. Perhaps, in this world, he can grow as tall as Ming Shi.
Ming Shi is nearly six feet tall, can he really grow so tall? Thinking about it, Mo Fan began to doubt again.
It's not that he underestimates himself, but that in every world, he will be shorter than men. The closest one is only a few centimeters away from the other party.
After all, he was a child raised by himself, and Ming Shi didn't think Mo Fan's behavior was inappropriate. Compared to Ming Shi, Mo Fan is still a bit shorter. Sitting the person in his arms, Ming Shi adjusted the person's posture and put him on the bed.
"I'll give you a click as a teacher."
"OK."
Mo Fan likes Ming Shi's massage technique very much. After the massage, the tiredness of his body seems to have dissipated.
Naturally, Ming Shi used an unusual method. While relieving Mo Fan's muscles, he would also channel his thoughts into it, hoping to double the effect.
*****
Three years passed in the blink of an eye, just like the past two thousand days and nights, this was an extremely ordinary morning. However, something happened to Mo Fan, which made this ordinary day extraordinary.
He had already formed a good habit, and he woke up by himself when the time came. In the past, Mo Fan had to wait for Ming Shi to call him before getting up lazily. But this morning, as soon as I regained consciousness, I felt sticky = greasy.
Having experienced many worlds, he quickly understood what happened to him. This body is 13 years old this year, and it is the first physiological phenomenon, and it can no longer be normal normally.
Mo Fan looked up, and there was no one in the room. On the table in front of the bed, there was a set of neat and clean obscene clothes.
Ming Shi has come. Mo Fan immediately thought of it.
However, the other party apparently left again. Why? Found changes in yourself, so avoided
Mo Fan broke into a cold sweat. As a young man isolated from the world, in this situation, shouldn't he come out and explain some basic physiological knowledge to him in detail
"Master." Mo Fan called out loudly.
Ming Shi, who was guarding outside the house, heard Mo Fan's panicked voice, and he didn't care about anything else, and walked a little faster than usual, and entered the house.
In fact, Ming Shi woke up in the middle of the night.
His five senses are keen, and he almost woke up when he noticed something strange about Mo Fan. When he first smelled the vaguely strange smell, he hadn't thought about what this familiar yet weird smell was.
Ming Shi was stunned when he realized that the smell came from the boy beside him.
Ming Shifu = love, never needed it, and suddenly smelled this distant smell in memory, and couldn't react at once.
He never thought that teenagers would grow up too. Ming Shi watched the boy grow taller little by little, with distinct facial features, but he didn't realize that growing up is not just as simple as what you see.
Almost immediately, he got up and avoided it. The boy moved his body uncomfortably due to the vainly reduced sense of existence around him, and moved to the position that Ming Shikong had vacated. Seeing that the boy seemed to wake up, Ming Shi stuffed a pillow into it almost without thinking.
After doing all this, he himself felt terrible.
Why is that so, can't hold back
Walking out of the house, I was afraid that the boy would get up and be at a loss. Bambly prepared clean clothes for the boy to change by himself. He just sat cross-legged outside the house all night, didn't close his eyes for the second half of the night, his mind was full of traces of the boy's growth.
Ming Shisheng felt gratified about growing up as a teenager, but secretly rejoiced in his heart. He didn't know what he was looking forward to, he just thought, it's great, the boy has finally grown up.
Entering the room, I saw the young boy's aggrieved face looking at him eagerly. Ming Shi calmed down and asked naturally, "What's wrong?"
"Master, I seem to be wetting the bed." Mo Fan looked ashamed that he couldn't bear to look directly.
Because the person in front of him is his closest person and his master, so he doesn't mind exposing his embarrassment to the other party. However, such an experience made the young man almost bury his head in the bedding again in embarrassment.
Ming Shi was startled, and then thought that it is normal for the young man to follow him all the time and not understand these things.
Instead, he was negligent.
Ming Shi's heart softened, and he sat down on the side of the bed, the young man quickly pushed him away, "Master, don't sit up, the bed is dirty."
Ming Shi stood still.
The young man was still not strong enough to push Ming Shi, so he hugged the quilt embarrassingly, "Master, I shouldn't have called you, why don't you go out first? I'll make the bed."
When Mo Fan wakes up, Ming Shi helps him put on the clothes, no matter how big or small, when a "bed-wetting incident" occurs, naturally the first thing that comes to mind is the other party. But when he really saw Ming Shi appearing in front of him, he felt that this matter should be resolved by himself.
"Wash it first." Ming Shi didn't explain, just picked up the boy and put him into the hot spring pool behind the house.
When Mo Fan was young, Ming Shi helped him take a bath. The child was short, and he was afraid that he would sink in the hot spring, so Ming Shi held him in his arms and washed him clean.
It was like this every day, and Ming Shi didn't think it was wrong, and often took Mo Fan to wash with him. Mo Fan is taller, in Ming Shi's eyes, he is still a child and never thought of anything else. Today, Ming Shi hesitated.
Handing the handkerchief to the boy, Ming Shi hesitated and asked, "Can I do it myself?"
Mo Fan seemed too shy, his lowered head moved slightly. Ming Shi glanced at the young man's hair and went out.
As soon as Ming Shi left, Mo Fan relaxed. After washing slowly and simply wiping, there were still water stains on his body, so he put on his clothes. When he walked into the house, his hair was still wet and dripping.
Ming Shi frowned, "Why didn't you brush your hair?"
Seeing that the young man was wearing loose and light obscene clothes, which were already half wet, he knew that the other party might not have dried them carefully.
The young man said, "No."
"Come here." Ming Shi beckoned, and Mo Fan obediently came to Ming Shi's side.
Pushing the person down on the bed, wrapping him in a layer of warm fur, Ming Shi got up and took a clean handkerchief and a new set of obscene clothes. He took off the boy's clothes, wiped the boy's body again, and put on new obscene clothes.
Under his years of meticulous care, the boy's skin is fair and moist. The body that has just been bathed has a light pink layer, revealing a hint of delicious sweetness.
Ming Shi didn't have any other thoughts, even if he saw the tenderness in the sparse grass under Mo Fan, he avoided it with just one glance.
The boy's body can be seen almost every day, even though today's incident made him feel a little awkward, he never thought about it.
Mo Fan lowered his head, obediently changed into new clothes, and was held in Ming Shi's arms, drying his wet long hair carefully.
"In the future, remember to dry yourself before dressing, you know?"
"Um."
"You should also dry your hair to save you from catching a cold. If you get sick, some of you will feel uncomfortable. Have you forgotten what happened last time?"
What Ming Shi said was that there was a time when Mo Fan sneaked out after taking a shower to catch a cold.
Nasal congestion, headache, and fever, not to mention how uncomfortable it is. Not to mention, I have to drink several bowls of bitter medicine every day. In order to let him have a long memory, Ming Shi forcibly did not make him a medicinal diet, and he really suffered for a while.
"knew."
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