"Come on, Brother Mo, let me introduce you to me. This is a little junior sister from my sect, called Song Qiutong."
In the end, he bit his head and sat down, and Nangong Si happily introduced it at the wine table. Song Qiutong Song Qiutong, he even knew where the scorpion was on her back and where the birthmarks were on her legs, and Nangongsi needed more to say.
But his face was still tense, and he nodded restrainedly: "Miss Song."
"This is the direct disciple of Master Chu, Mo Weiyu from the top of life and death. You should have seen him in Caidie Town before, but there were so many people at that time, I guess you can't remember it."
Song Qiutong smiled gently, got up and bowed and said: "Little girl Qiutong, I have seen Mo Xianjun."
"… "
The ink burned and didn't get up, and the deep eyes looked at her for a long time, and then said: "You are polite."
For the wife of his previous life, Mo Ran is actually disgusting in the bottom of my heart. This kind of nausea is not only after reincarnation, but has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow of the previous life, and is indelible.
He had never met her directly in the first few meetings, so although he was disgusted, he was not as unhappy as today.
She is a soft and weak woman who always speaks softly. She is like the green fruit on the tree in early autumn, hidden behind the lush leaves, the smell is not as fragrant as the flowers, and the color is not compelling, but it is very attractive. In her slender and full body, she is filled with endless Green and tender, it seems that you can taste the sweet and sour taste of the juice with a light bite.
Only when you nibble deep will you find that there is a rotten and smelly insect lying inside, dead in the core, the body of the insect is pus and moldy.
It is true that compared to him, Song Qiutong didn't seem to have done anything heinous in his last life. It is nothing more than betrayal of the Confucianism who saved her life. It is nothing more than that when the ink burned the city, Ye Wangxi was paid to protect himself. It is nothing more than that, when Linyi corpse was in a sea of blood, she was overjoyed because she received the reward of burning ink, wearing gold and silver, dressing herself up, and carefully serving the new owner.
It is nothing more than that, after the massacre, she expressed her sincerity, in front of Ye Wangxi's corpse, who would never speak again, weeping and weeping, saying that Ye Wangxi treated her viciously and would never give her a good life, if it were not for her. The ink is burning, I am afraid that she will be a cow and a horse for the surname Ye all her life.
anything else
The ink burned silently.
what else
Nangong Si is impatient. Several dishes have not been served, so he urged them to go. So only the husband and wife of the previous life were left in the wing.
"Mr. Mo, I'll give you a toast." She poured wine for him, half of her forearm sticking out from her sleeve, and there was a little blushing cinnabar on her wrist.
Ghostly, the ink burned up and grabbed her wrist.
She gave a soft snort, raised her eyes, and looked at him in a panic, her eyes were as tender as watery green onion: "Mr. Mo, you are..."
Mo Ran stared at her face, looked at her for a while, her eyes fell, and she stopped on her jade fingers and slender hands.
"What a pair of good hands." After a long time, he said softly, his expression solemn, "Can Miss Song be able to play chess?"
"A little, a little bit through one or two."
"With such good hands, you can play a good game of chess." He said coldly. There was the sound of Nangong Si's footsteps outside, and his tame wolf dog, barking at the door.
"Sorry." Mo Ran loosened Song Qiutong's thin wrist, then took a towel and carefully wiped his fingers.
Outside, the rays of the sun are shining and the dragon light is shining, and here is the spring night.
The ink burned as usual, as if nothing had happened. Although Song Qiutong was despised for no reason, she had always been able to bear it, and she got up during the banquet and poured a drink for Mo Ran.
He didn't drink the wine she poured, so he never touched the glass again.
Nangong Si said: "Brother Mo, the Lingshan Conference will be held soon. You are the apprentice of Chu Zongshi, so you can't make him lose face. Are you all ready?"
"I dont go."
"...You're not telling the truth, are you?"
"Really." Mo Ran said with a smile, "It's enough for my cousin to go. All the sects in the world are rushing to Lingshan. I'm afraid of the excitement and don't want to go."
Nangong Si didn't seem to believe it at all. He narrowed his brown eyes and looked like a falcon looking at the fire.
But the ink burned a pair of scorpions and looked at him without reservation.
The eagle stared at the rock for a while, and found that the rock was really just a rock, and there was no cunning rabbit or slippery snake hidden.
He leaned back on the chair, turned his chopsticks, and suddenly grinned: "Somewhat interesting, then I won't be able to see you at the Lingshan Conference?"
"Can't see me anymore."
Nangong Si raised his forehead with his hand, and sneered: "Zongshi Chu's apprentice is very powerful, so it is not rare to participate in such a grand event."
"… "
The ink burns the heart, this is really hard to say, how to explain? Don't tell Nangong Si that this is not the case, he is an old ghost in his thirties, and let Ta Xianjun fight with a group of fledgling children, and then sit on the stage for a while and was killed and beaten by him in his previous life. The head of the fight, this group of heads has to hold a small sign for him and give him a small score.
… just gibberish.
He coughed and said, "It's not that I don't want to participate, it's just that I'm not good at orthodox techniques, and I don't have a solid learning experience. If I go, I'll be embarrassed by the master. Young Master Nangong is so good at it that he should be able to take care of himself. Don't make fun of me."
This made Xue Meng, a naive little bird, probably very happy, and felt that the ink burned the right hair, but Nangong Si was in the intricate Confucianism of the faction, and he lost his mother since he was a child. In fact, life is not so simple, so after listening to the compliment of the ink burning, I just smiled, and did not unknowingly.
He drank a few sips of wine, his Adam's apple rolled, and then he wiped his sleeve and said, "Since Young Master Mo is not participating in the competition, and the onlookers are clear, it is better to guess, who will be the leader of this conference in the end?"
"..." Mo Ran thought, you really asked the right person.
Who else could know better than him? Apart from the fake Gouchen who was most likely reborn, of course, Mo Weiyu was the only one left in the world who knew the result of the Lingshan sword argument.
The winner is...
"Nangong Si."
Suddenly, the bead curtain of the box was pulled open, and in the halo that was swaying, half of the face that was trapped in the shadows was calm. The two men in the room didn't respond yet, but Song Qiutong stood up abruptly, as if being stabbed by a needle, with a pitiful look on his face, bowed his head and said apologetically, "Ye, Young Master Ye."
The visitor is straight, dressed in black embroidered with dark gold edging, wearing wrist guards, and his waist is extremely thin. The eyebrows are three-pointed beautiful, seven-pointed handsome, who is not Ye Wangxi
"I didn't call you." Ye Wangxi didn't even look at her, he avoided the beaded curtain and walked into the house, his eyes were always on the same person, it seemed very cold, but there were some other fine streams of light, "Nangong Si, I'm calling you. You want to hear it, raise your head."
Nangong Si did not look up, but said to Song Qiutong: "What are you doing standing up? Sit down."
"No, Young Master Nangong, I'm humble, so I'll just stand."
Nangong Si suddenly became furious and shouted, "Sit down!"
Song Qiutong flinched, holding the table, hesitating.
Ye Wangxi didn't want to be so stiff, and said coldly, "You listen to him."
"Thank you, Young Master Ye..."
Ye Wangxi ignored Song Qiutong, but said, "Nangong Si, how long are you going to make trouble? The head is crazy. Get up and come back with me."
"That's the best. I'll take him crazy, and he'll take me dead! There's nothing to talk about when I go back. I won't take half a step back to the Confucianism door until he takes his life back." Nangong Si said every word , "Ye, Gong, Zi, please come back."
"You—" Ye Wangxi clenched his hands into fists, his whole body was shaking slightly, and the ink burned to the side, he felt as if he would kick over a table of banquets at any time and pull Nangong Si directly away, but Ye Wangxi After all, he was a gentleman, and he suppressed that monstrous anger abruptly.
"Nangong Si." He was silent for a while, and then spoke, his voice was hoarse, with a bit of exhaustion that ran counter to his tall and straight face, "Do you really want to do this?"
"So what?"
Ye Wangxi closed his eyes, sighed imperceptibly, and slowly opened them again. Standing at the table, he finally turned his head and glanced at Mo Ran.
It is said that the ugliness of the family cannot be made public, and of course I don't want others to know about the things in the sect. The ink burned up and stood up with interest, bowed to Ye Wangxi, and said: "I just remembered, I also made an appointment to go to the clothing store at night to pick it up. Clothes, it's too late to let the shopkeeper wait for a long time, so let's go first."
Ye Wangxi nodded at him: "Thank you, Young Master Mo."
"No thanks, no thanks, you have a good chat."
The ink burned past Ye Wangxi, and when he was wrong with him, he glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally. As he got closer, he realized that although Ye Wangxi was still as tall and straight as a pine and cypress, with a stable and deep temperament, the end of his eyes was slightly reddish, as if he had just cried before he came.
Mo Ran suddenly felt that Ye Wangxi's forbearance was so much, similar to Chu nightning.
For a while, he couldn't help but turn around and said to Nangong Si: "Mr. Nangong, although I don't know what entanglement there is between you and Lord Ye, I think he treats you very well. If you want, just do it. Have a good talk with him, don't hide anything and don't say anything."
Nangong Si did not appreciate it. He was angry, and regardless of his closeness, he said coldly, "Don't worry about it."
"..." This short-lived ghost!
The ink burned away. Before walking downstairs, I heard Nangong Si's angry shout from the room, the wolf-dog-like young man was tearing Ye Wangxi's soul with his sharp teeth. He was questioning him—
"Ye Wangxi! What kind of ecstasy soup did you give my father? Let him see you as more important than me!! Go back? What am I going to do with you back? From childhood to adulthood, what things can I do by myself? Ah? Ye Wangxi, let me ask you, what exactly do you guys take me for!!"
With a bang, the table fell down and the chair fell, and the dishes and cups crackled on the floor.
The maids standing in the aisle were all terrified, and even more guests stuck their heads out of their compartments.
"what's wrong?"
"Oh, who is so violent, look at this posture, don't smash the restaurant."
The ink burned his lips and looked back at the end of the aisle.
He heard Ye Wangxi's voice, withered and withered like a dead leaf in autumn, lifeless.
"Nangong, if I make you unhappy at home. Then I'll leave and I'll never show up in front of you again."
"… "
"Go back." Ye Wangxi said, "Please."
If you didn't hear it with your own ears, Mo Ran would not believe it anyway. A straight person like Ye Wangxi would say weak words like "beg".
In his impression, Ye Wangxi is an immovable gentleman, an invincible god of war. The ink burns can imagine him bleeding, but he can't imagine his tears, he can imagine his death, but he can't imagine that he will kneel.
But today, he was in the restaurant, in front of Song Qiutong, and said to a man, please.
The ink burned and closed his eyes.
How many things in a person's life are unknown
No one is shown naked in front of people. People hide their bodies with their clothes and their emotions with words and expressions. People wrap themselves heavily, their necks stick out like flower branches with their heads sticking out, all of them give the world a face that is full of emotions Ugly, clear line.
After singing for a long time, who can accept the pull of the sleeves and the hook of the phoenix eyes, and then sing Dan instead
But when the cymbals ceased, the yueqin was silent, and in the dead of night, everyone washed off the heavy oil paint, and the greasy water stains took away the angular faces in the daytime, revealing unfamiliar facial features.
It turns out that Hua Dan is a heroic man, and Wu Sheng has a pair of gentle eyes.
The ink burned back to the hut where he temporarily lived. He was thinking, he has lived for two lifetimes, how much has he seen all beings? How did you see yourself again
A Chu nightning, let his heart live and die, and come back to life, Chu nightning...
So he remembered that today Nangong Si actually mistook him for Chu Wanning, which was a little funny, how could it be wrong.
But when he was washing, he suddenly found the man in the bronze mirror, with a high ponytail and a simple white warlock robe.
The ponytail was tied at random in the morning, and the warlock robe was because the old clothes were smaller a few days ago. He went to the shop to pick clothes, and when he turned around, he found that a white dress was very beautiful. He didn't think much about it. Why did I think this dress was beautiful, so I bought it and wore it on my body.
Looking at the mirror, he suddenly understood.
It turns out that this white clothes is so similar to the one that Chu nightning once had.
The bronze mirror is dim, the past life is like a dream, and the ink burns looking at the person in the mirror, as if through the heavy color of this dream, seeing the fragments of Chu Wanning, and seeing his phantom.
The face wash has not been wiped dry, and the chin is gradually hardened along the lines.
He stood in front of the mirror and somewhat understood, just like his Yeyoushen was imitating Chu Wanning's Yeyoushen, and he himself was imitating his master.
Mo Ran subconsciously looked for Chu Wanning's figure in the red dust, but he couldn't find it, and he slowly became him.
—
Years go by. I'm out of remorse, or whatever.
I can't see you, thinking about how you would do it if something like this happened to you. You smile when you see something, and get annoyed when you see something.
I think of you before everything I do, and I want you to be happy when I do everything.
I thought, "Would you nod my head if I did this if you were here? Would you be willing to give me a little compliment and say I did nothing wrong."
I thought about it every day, buried it in my marrow, and it became a habit. So later on, I didn't even realize it.
It turns out that time has passed, and I have already lived into the image of you in my mind.