The ink burned the rice well, and suddenly a hand behind him grabbed his belt and pulled it down, which felt terrifying enough.
Looking back, it was Chu Wanning, and Chu Wanning, who almost fell, was even more terrifying.
Mo Ran hurriedly lost the sickle and turned around to help him, but Chu nightning was so miserable that almost half of his body was about to fall to the ground, and he couldn't help it, so he could only hold it. The faint fragrance of begonia flowers, together with the person in white clothes fluttering, fell firmly into his arms, the ink burned and hugged him without thinking, and the straw that was originally held in the arms was scattered all over the floor.
"Master, why are you here?" He was still in shock, "scared me."
Chu nightning: "..."
"This paddy field is slippery, so be careful."
The person in his arms bowed his head and didn't say a word, unable to utter a word in embarrassment. On the contrary, the singing Sichuan girl was still pulling her voice reluctantly: "I'm pulling - Lang's belt - hey - when will you come -"
Chu nightning seemed to be touched by cold electricity, and suddenly took the hand holding the ink-burning clothes belt and stood firm. He took a breath and shoved the person away suddenly. Although his demeanor was still calm, his eyes were surprisingly bright, gleaming with waves. He was already in a hurry, but he still tried to calm down.
"..." Mo Ran suddenly saw his earrings turn red.
Very beautiful color, pale skin, like a tender peach on the branches, he suddenly remembered what it was like to hold this earring in his previous life, remembering that every time he did this, Chu nightning would tremble carefully, even if he was extremely unwilling, In the end, it was impossible to escape in his arms, and the iron bones became spring mud.
The throat is moving, and the burning eyes can't help but become deep...
Chu nightning was angry at this time, and I didn't know who was angry. Silver teeth clenched and said: "What to see! What to see!"
He snapped back to his senses, feeling a chill in his heart.
brute!
What have you done to your master because of your own selfish desires? Master is so arrogant, how can he be willing to be resigned? Not to mention being sullen, he is such a cold-hearted person that he should not have passions and desires.
The ink burned and shook his head again and again, and his head was like a rattle.
Chu nightning said angrily: "What are you doing with your head and tail! Is it fun!"
"..." The ink burned and immediately stopped shaking, but glanced at him.
This person is obviously ashamed, but he habitually pulls the mask of anger and puts it on his face. If you look carefully, it is easy to distinguish the color in his eyes.
I'm afraid it's very embarrassing to fall in front of the apprentice, or because of a croaking frog.
so cute.
The ink burned and couldn't help laughing.
Unexpectedly, when he smiled, Chu nightning was even more angry, with a pair of black eyebrows, even his nose was crooked: "What are you laughing at? I just don't know how to farm or plough the land, what's so funny!"
"Yes, yes, it's not funny, it's not funny." The ink burned good words to coax him, and he immediately restrained his smile and became serious and serious, but the smile on the corner of his lips disappeared, but the bottom of his eyes could not be covered, and it was still brilliant Bright, indescribably brilliant.
After holding it for a while, it seemed that this matter was about to turn the page, but at this moment, the frog that successfully jumped to the ridge puffed out its cheeks, and made two arrogant "quacks", as if it was a demonstration.
The ink burned and broke, and he couldn't hold back. He turned his face and covered his hand under the tip of his nose, as if to cover it with a cough.
But he didn't hide it well, he still laughed with a "poof".
"..." Chu nightning was going to be mad, and he was about to climb up the ridge, but was called by the ink.
The distance between the two people is very close. If it is normal, the ink will directly pull him. But today he didn't, and he still had the heat of Chu Wanning in his arms, and the tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with the fragrance of Begonia flowers on Chu Wanning's clothes.
He felt very softhearted and wanted to melt away.
But he didn't dare to let his heart melt, the person in front of him was so good, he wanted to hold him in his arms and treat him with respect like a god, and he didn't want to use his vulgarity to hurt him.
So he just called him: "Master."
"Why, haven't you laughed enough?" Chu nightning squinted at him.
The ink-burning pear vortex is very beautiful. It is not mocking, but gentle: "Do you want to learn to play? I teach you, but it is not difficult at all. The master is so smart, he will definitely learn it."
When the ink burned and taught him how to cut rice, Chu nightning couldn't help but think, he obviously came to steal the teacher, how did he become a teacher
What a mess.
But Mo Ran taught very seriously and carefully, watching him clumsily, and did not laugh at him.
His eyebrows are dark, as deep as ink, and his facial features are younger than when he was younger, and he has the sharpness of a knife and axe. This kind of appearance was originally handsome and a bit arrogant, but his eyes are soft and forbearing. Hidden, just because the tenderness is too deep and the years are too heavy.
"That's it, use skill, understand?"
"… Um."
Chu nightning went to cut as he said, but unfortunately it was not very flexible. He usually played with hard wood, but these soft rice stalks made him helpless.
Mo Ran watched for a while, stretched out his arms with well-proportioned lines and firm muscles, and helped him adjust the hand holding the sickle.
The touch of the skin is only in an instant, and the ink burns dare not touch him more, and Chu nightning does not dare to let him touch more.
Obviously, one is a torrent with nowhere to vent, and the other is a swamp that is almost dry. Obviously, when he enters him, he can be tightly knitted and lingering.
But they just avoided each other and avoided each other.
He taught him from behind him: "Finger down a little further, be careful not to cut yourself."
One said sternly, "I know."
"Relax a little more, don't be so rigid."
"… "
"Relax."
But the more the ink burned, the tighter the back of Chu nightning and the stiffer the hand.
Relax, why doesn't he want to relax? But it's easy to say! The ink burned right next to him and talked to him. His breath even brushed on the back of his ear. The airflow was hot and heavy, and it had the unique wild taste of this man. How did he let him relax? !
Inexplicable in my mind, I remembered the shameful dream I had.
In the dream, it is almost the same posture, and the ink is burning by his ear, and the lips will not be pasted, and it will be on his earrings.
He panted, "Relax... don't hold me so tight..."
Chu nightning's face instantly flushed.
He struggled to get rid of such weird memories, but after a wave of unresolved waves, he got rid of this, but he thought of the "Dimensional Ranking of Heroes in the Prosperous Years of Cultivation"...
"… "
Chu nightning felt that his head was probably smoking.
The ink burned is strange: "Why are you so tense? You let-"
"I've relaxed!" Chu night Ning turned back suddenly, with spring water and anger in his eyes, he stared at him, so close, he almost became a sword, wearing a burning heart.
Obviously both of them are beating drums in their hearts, but they are so hot that the next door can't hear them, unless he gets closer, unless his chest is against his back, unless he holds his hand and bites him. The tip of his ear, holding his earlobe, he gasped and murmured to him: "Relax, don't be nervous." Only then can they understand each other.
But obviously the ink will not burn, and the same is true for Chu nightning.
So the ink burned with a little embarrassment, straightened up and said, "...The teacher, try it yourself?"
"Um."
Mo Ran smiled at him again, picked up his sickle, cut rice not far from him, cut it twice, suddenly thought of something, and turned his head: "Master."
"What are you doing?" Chu nightning had a black face.
Mo Ran pointed to his shoes and said, "Take off your boots."
"Don't take off."
"It's easy to fall if you don't take it off." The ink burned very earnestly, "Your boots are slippery, not every time you fall, I can pull you in time."
"..." Chu Xiaoning thought about it gloomily, and finally walked to the edge of the ridge, took off his shoes and socks, threw it on the edge of the haystack, returned to the paddy field barefoot, and buried his head rustling to cut the rice.
At noon, Chu Wanning finally became proficient in the use of the sickle, and his movements became smooth. He piled up with the rice that was burned by the ink, and made a golden hill with a high ground.
He cut a piece of land in one breath, Chu nightning was a little tired, got up and took a breath, and wiped the sweat from the corner of his sleeves. The breeze blew through the golden rice waves, bringing a coolness of the autumn high air. He sneezed, and the ink burned and turned back immediately, very concerned.
"Is it a little cold?"
"No." Chu nightning shook his head, "I just got some ash in my nose."
The ink burned and laughed, and was about to say something, but suddenly heard the voice of a peasant girl under the mulberry tree in the distance, shouting with her mouth closed: "It's time to eat - eat - eat lunch!"
"It's the girl who just sang." Chu nightning said without looking back.
The ink burned to the side, his hand was placed on the eyebrow, and he glanced at the distance and said, "It's really her. Master heard it?"
"Well, the sound of calling people to eat is so twists and turns, there is no one anymore." Chu nightning said, and moved the last basket of straw to the grain pile, and was too lazy to wear shoes, anyway, it was already so dirty, so I went under the mulberry tree. go. The ink burned and shook his head with a smile, and immediately picked up the shoes he left on the spot and caught up with him.
Farmhouse rice is cooked in a large pot. Four or five peasant women carried three wooden buckets and opened them. One bucket was steaming white rice, one was boiled pork with cabbage, and the other was tofu and vegetable soup.
In fact, the people's livelihood in the lower world is not very good, and meat is a bit extravagant for ordinary people, but the immortal king who is at the top of life and death came, and the village chief said that he could not serve all vegetables to others, so there was still enough meat in the cabbage roasted meat. Quantity, cut a lot of pork belly into it.
As soon as the lid of the bucket was lifted, the villagers who were five or three thick couldn't help swallowing their saliva at the smell of meat.
"The food is not good, the two immortal generals will eat." The village chief's wife is a woman with a big shoulder and a round waist, in her fifties. Don't dislike the meat you marinate yourself and the vegetables you grow."
The ink burned quickly and waved: "I don't dislike it, I don't dislike it." He said that he filled two bowls of rice, gave it to the master, and then took a bowl for himself.
Chu nightning looked into the bucket of vegetables and saw that the cabbage roasted pork was full of a layer of spiciness, and he was a little dazed. The aunt was very enthusiastic to recruit him and gave him a large spoonful of hot soup. Sauce, with several pieces of fresh and red meat.
"..." For people in Sichuan who can eat spicy food, it is naturally delicious. But for Chu Wanning, eating this bowl may kill him.
But the enthusiasm of the villagers was not easy to push away. Chu nightning was stiff, and suddenly one hand reached out, holding another bowl, and handed it to him.
The bowl was poured with tofu and vegetable soup. Although it was lighter, Chu nightning liked it.
"Change one with me." Mo Ran said.
"... It's okay, you eat yours." Chu nightning didn't pick it up.
When the aunt saw this, she was a little stunned. It took a long time for her to react, and she patted her head and shouted, "Oh, is it that this immortal can't eat spicy food?"
Seeing her guilt, Chu nightning said: "No, I can eat a little bit." He said that he took a pinch of rice with soup and sent it to his mouth.
"… "
A few moments of silence, I saw that Chu nightning's face became more and more red in the eyes of the public, and the stretched lines also trembled slightly, and finally--
"... cough cough cough!!"
Coughing terribly.
Who said that the only things that cannot be endured in this world are love, poverty and sneezing.
Obviously there are peppers.
After all, Chu Wanning overestimated himself and underestimated Chaotian Jiao. He was choked to the point of blushing and couldn't speak. The surrounding farmers were stunned. The children were ignorant and snickered behind the adults. , was patted on the head by the adults.
Mo Ran hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks, and re-filled a bowl of soup for him. Chu nightning drank the soup, and it was finally better, but when it was hot and spicy, it would only make the tip of the tongue more uncomfortable. He raised his face and already With a red face and waves in the corners of his eyes, he looked at the ink with tears and said hoarsely: "I still need it."
Still want.
Chu nightning said that there is still a bowl of soup, but the ink burned by these eyes, this Haitang spring-like face looked hot, and involuntarily ran away.
For a moment, he seemed to see the man lying under him in the previous life again, under the urging of love medicine and desire, panting, opening his eyes that were out of focus, his body was trembling, and the water was wet. His lips opened and closed slightly, his voice was hoarse, and he kept moaning: "Please... and..."
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Small Theater "Example of some things that people can't stand the most"
Chu nightning: eat spicy
Ink burning: watching Chu Wanning eat spicy food
Teacher: Exposing muscles to play triathlon
Xue Meng: Forced to engage in foundation
Mei Hanxue: Seal the brothel
Ye Wangxi: Marrying Song Qiutong
Nangong Si: My dog died
Meat Bun: Overtime