In just a short moment, Chu nightning's mind turned over the river and the sea, the wind and rain were mixed, the thunder and lightning flashed, and the black cloud splashed ink.
Take off, or not take off.
This is a deadly question.
It seems inappropriate to not take it off. He already knows that he is wearing the wrong clothes, so he can't pretend that he didn't hear what Mo Rancai said
take off…
How do you have a face? The clothes he finally put on will not be taken off one by one in front of the burning face.
A little eerie silence.
The ink burned: "However, I washed this clothes very cleanly. If the master doesn't dislike it, just... wear it."
Chu nightning: "Well."
Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief. He has always been a bit blunt. He just said it, but he didn't realize that Chu nightning had already worn most of his clothes. If he mentioned him at this time, he was forcing the master to undress in front of him. Untie
The picture only lightly sparked in my heart, burning the ink.
His face turned even redder. Fortunately, he was used to running around outside these years. He was no longer as thin and tender as when he was young, and his wheat-colored skin was not easy to see, but he felt that his heartbeat was a little loud. Being a thief is guilty, and I am afraid that Chu nightning will hear it. So he hurriedly lowered his head to get Chu Wanning's clothes and put his head down.
After finishing their clothes, the two looked at each other, but fell into another embarrassment.
does not fit.
The ink burned in the robe of Chu Wanning, which was obviously a little tight, and the front of the clothes could not be folded. The front of the front was open, revealing a large honey-colored chest muscle, and the legs were half exposed. grievance.
The situation on Chu nightning's side was not much better. He was wearing a black-burning robe, and the robe was on the ground, covering the entire foot. It looks pretty and upright, but this means that he is now so much shorter than Mo Ran.
Chu nightning was a little hurt.
With a sullen face, he said, "Let's go."
It means "I'm leaving."
The ink burned and didn't understand. When he invited himself to go together, he nodded, took the initiative to take the tub and changed clothes for the master, and followed him eagerly.
Chu nightning: "..."
The two walked to the entrance of the bath and opened the curtains. It was not as cool as the hot springs outside, and it was a little cooler in autumn. Chu nightning couldn't help but shivered, and the ink burned to see and asked him: "Cold?"
"not cold."
Where is the ink burning now that he doesn't know that he is hard-mouthed, so he smiled and said: "I'm a little cold." He said that he raised his hand and slammed into the air, and a red glow jumped in the palm of his hand, and a layer of cold enchantment instantly caged the two of them. in it. The enchantment is very beautiful, the brilliance flows, and there are fine flower marks on the top.
Chu nightning looked up and looked closely: "Yes, I have grown."
"Not as good as Master."
"It's almost the same. The cold enchantment I made may not be better than this." Chu nightning watched for a while, looking at the light traces of flowers on the light array, and said, "Peach blossoms are very beautiful."
"It's Begonia."
Chu nightning's heart trembled slightly, and it was a ripple in the bottom of his eyes.
The ink burned: "The flower has five petals."
"..." Chu nightning sneered, and habitually wanted to cover the shaking in his eyes, so he pretended to be calm and even mocked, "Learn me?"
Unexpectedly, the man's eyes were pure and straightforward, and he looked at him like that, and nodded: "I didn't study well, so Master laughed."
Chu nightning was speechless.
The two walked side by side in silence. After walking for a while, Chu nightning didn't want to stand beside him, so the pace was a little faster, the ink burned behind him, and suddenly asked: "Master, I didn't have time to come back for the dinner, you ...are you angry?"
"No."
"real?"
"What are you lying to?"
"Then why are you walking so fast?"
Of course, Chu nightning couldn't say "because you are too high", he was silent for a while, looked at the sky, and said: "Because it seems to be raining soon."
As a result, not long after he finished speaking, the already gloomy sky, the crackling water beads really fell, scattered into the wet curtain of beads.
The ink burned.
His smile is still as good-looking as it was five years ago, and even because it is a little more sincere, it looks particularly dazzling.
Chu nightning stared at him: "What are you laughing at?"
"Nothing." The ink-burning dimples are deep and sweet.
The young man is very tall, but his eyelashes are rustling, and when he looks back at him, he is very obedient, without the slightest arrogance.
He was even a little shy and said, "It's just that I haven't seen Shizun for a long time. I'm very happy when I see it now."
"… "
Chu nightning looked at him and looked at the pear vortex on his cheek. He thought that these two sweet pools would always belong to Shi Mingjing, but later found out that it was not.
Chu nightning scolded him: "Fool."
The ink-burning eyelashes hang down, slender and long, and they really laugh like a fool.
Such a forgetfulness, the ink burned accidentally stepped on the hem of the clothes that had been carefully avoided, Chu nightning looked down at the ground, then looked at him, with a majestic look, but did not speak.
The ink burned very honestly: "This dress teacher is wearing a bit bigger."
"..." Really, which pot can't be lifted without opening it.
The ink burned all the way to send Chu Wanning back to the red lotus waterside. Chu nightning is actually not used to it. He is used to coming and going alone. He rarely has the opportunity to hold an umbrella with others, whether it is an oil-paper umbrella or an enchantment umbrella.
So halfway through, he stopped and said, "I'll do it myself, just open a barrier."
The ink burned for a while: "Going well, why..."
"How can there be a reason for the master to let the disciples hold umbrellas."
"But the master has done a lot for me." The ink burned for a while, and the voice was low, "In the past five years, I hope that I can become better every day, because the master can do everything and can do everything by himself. I thought it would be good to know a little more than Master, so that Master can use me and repay Master. After training for so long, I still feel that the mountains are still high, maybe Master's kindness will last a lifetime It's not clear yet. So…”
He lowered his head and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists beside his legs.
The rain on the ground gradually converged into a stream, and the water blossoms bloomed and milled.
"So in the future, leave it to me for such trivial matters as holding an umbrella."
Chu nightning did not speak and looked at him quietly.
"I want to hold an umbrella for Shizun for a lifetime."
"..." Chu nightning felt that his heart was very hot, and it was such a heart-warming sentence. When he heard it, he suddenly felt that he wanted to cry.
Even though he has experienced so much suffering, he will not show weakness easily.
He was like a traveler who had traveled for a long time, and finally found a place where he could stay, a place where he could lie down and rest.
He fell, his bones about to fall apart.
this life.
Mo Ran is twenty-two years old this year. Some people have said that when people are twenty years old, the time they see is different from before twenty. Before twenty, three years and five years seem to be too long to be called lifetime.
But after the age of 20, you will start to feel that time is running out, the dead are not returned, and everything is in a hurry.
He said he was going to stop in such a hurry and hold the umbrella for him.
Chu nightning has received too little warmth, and such kindness suddenly filled his chest, only to feel the pain. He looked at the ink burning, looking at the man with his head down. He suddenly said: "Ink burning, you look at me."
The man raised his face.
Chu nightning said: "You say it again."
Mo Ran looked at him, and this face was still a little unfamiliar to Chu nightning, and it was different from the memory, and the people who were once absurd in the drunken dream.
He is gentle, calm, and resolute, with the enthusiasm of fire and the hardness of iron. Those two eyes are facing Chu Wanning straight, without hesitation or flickering.
It was clear that Chu Wanning last looked at him five years ago, and he was still a childish boy.
In a blink of an eye, he became such a sturdy man.
The man knelt down on one knee in front of him, raised his head, and said, "Master, I want to hold an umbrella for you for the rest of my life."
Chu nightning looked at him stunned, looking at his dark eyebrows, handsome face, looking at his bright eyes, high nose bridge.
He had grown into a fine cypress, level with him, and then surpassing him. One day, Chu Wanning, a tree that had been standing for too long in the wind and rain, suddenly woke up from a dream of floating life. In the blink of an eye, he saw that the rain had stopped, the clouds opened and the fog dispersed, and in the fresh early sun, there was a tree that was taller than him. , The more resolute tree, standing next to him, the wind blows, the golden light is dotted, and the pines of the valley.
The tree said that it would accompany him for a lifetime.
Until they fall, the diseased wood becomes withered and the branches cease to flourish. Every spring, summer, autumn and winter from now on, he is no longer alone.
Chu nightning looked at him, and suddenly realized that the ink burned is no longer the blood-stained apprentice he brought back from Caidie Town five years ago.
He stood in the rain, under the barrier of flying Begonia flowers. For the first time, he carefully inspected the ink burning and inspected the life that this man promised him.
Then Chu nightning's heartbeat suddenly increased.
He suddenly found that the appearance of the ink burning is so soul-stirring, from the arched bow at the nose to the lips, from the sharp and tough chin to the Adam's apple.
If it was just a deep love for the ink burning in the past, it can still be hidden, but when we meet again today, I feel that this man has become a fire, and it is easy to ignite his dry wood, and the fire that covers the sky can almost burn the sky.
He felt that the lava that had been dormant in his heart was waking up, relaxing in the abyss, ready to erupt violently at any time.
That lava, to take the reserved, arrogant, abstinence that he has always been proud of...
All burned to ashes.
Burn to residue.
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Ink Burn 2.0
Word: (crossed out) Feed the fish (crossed out) Light rain
Posthumous title: ... not dead! ! !
Occupation: Emperor (reborn)... oh no, wrong, I'm not an emperor in this life, a homeless person (the kind who specialize in good deeds)
Social appearance: (crossed out) Lei Feng (crossed out) Master Mo
Current Favorite: Seeing that everyone is still alive and well.
Favorite food: Chaoshou
Dislikes: People around you leave
Height: 189
Ink burning 0.5 has something to say: Why is he 3cm taller than me
Meat Bun: Oh, because his developmental trajectory is different from yours. You stay in the dark room all day studying the Zhenlong chess game, and he runs and hops around under the sun every day, so although the two of you are the same person, but because The conditions are different the day after tomorrow, the difference is 3cm, I'm sorry, Your Majesty, now, you are not the tallest person in the text, smile.