The ink burned for a while and froze.
The breath is the familiar scent of Begonia flowers. Although Chu nightning doesn't have too many expressions, the cuffs that fall on his eyelids are very soft and carefully wiped. The key is that this man in white as snow is standing so close to him at the moment that he can even see the extremely delicate texture on Wanning's lips. He can even kiss the lips easily as long as he nods his head. Hold the soft stamens between the lips and teeth.
"You won, but you didn't wake me up, you won't win by force."
Chu nightning wiped the sweat between his brows and suddenly said this.
The ink burned for a while, and then smiled: "I didn't win, the one who won is the master."
"You didn't cut rice in the afternoon?"
"No, there's not much left. I went to the market, bought some expenses for the winter, and walked from house to house, delaying some effort." Mo Ran said, "So it is still cut by the master. more than me."
Chu nightning snorted lightly, and seemed to be satisfied.
After a while, he asked, "What did you buy at the market? Mattress?"
The ink burned before he had time to speak. Linger standing beside him was unwilling to be lonely and interjected with a smile: "Xianjun bought a lot of things, but he was exhausted by the camel's horse."
"Not a lot, just charcoal fire, bought some meat, and some sweets."
"It's more than that." Ling'er said, "Xianjun also bought a mattress for each family, and the old lady who played cotton directly pushed the cart with him into the village, and filled a cart."
Chu nightning was a little surprised: "Where did you get so much money?"
"I usually save it." Mo Ran said with a smile, "In fact, those mattresses are not expensive, and they are much cheaper than those in the upper repair world."
"What about the meat?"
"I bought it at random and asked the village chief to take it back and cook it for everyone to eat tomorrow."
Chu nightning's face did not change, and he asked: "What about the sugar?"
Ling'er rubbed her palms and smiled, "Of course I bought it for the children in the village to eat, and Mo Xianjun gave it to them as soon as he came back. There are both maltose and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Many girls in our village have never eaten these desserts. , not to mention being too happy."
She paused and said sweetly, "I got a piece too."
This girl belongs to the kind that will come, and she is naturally familiar. She interrupted several times before, and Chu nightning didn't mind, but after saying this, he turned his eyes and glanced at her coldly.
"Is it tasty?"
Ling'er said generously, "It's delicious, so sweet."
Chu nightning seemed to be sneering: "Then you eat more." After saying that, he walked away. I don't know where the ink burned and made him unhappy again. I was about to chase it. Suddenly, there was a darkness in front of me. It was Chu nightning who threw the robe he was wearing on his face. The ink burned and caught it. looking at him.
"Master?"
"It's ridiculous to be naked! You're not cold, I look cold!" Chu nightning said sharply, "Put it on!"
"… "
Although the ink burned very hot, since Chu nightning said so, he still didn't say a word, he immediately put on his clothes, sweat stuck to the fabric, and it was a little uncomfortable. He raised his eyelashes and dazedly looking at each other.
Chu nightning frowned and said: "Pull up the clothes! Who is open to see! There are no rules!"
"..." The ink burned and immediately adjusted the front of the clothes. The neckline was folded very high and very tight. Now there is no half-inch of skin and flesh exposed, but there is a beauty of abstinence. Chu nightning looked at it, inexplicably more resentful, and scolded his sleeves and left, leaving the ink to burn a stupid dog in the same place.
The village head couple and Ling'er were watching, they were all confused, Ling'er said with affection: "This immortal... is so fierce... I have never seen someone with such a strange temper..." She was a little bit Compassion, even whispered flatteringly.
"Your master treats you really badly, so you have a gentle temperament and can't bear it—"
She turned around while talking, but suddenly met the burning eyes, and half of the words were broken between her lips and teeth and could no longer be spoken. Because she saw Mo Xianjun, who had always been smiling and kind, suddenly had a fiery face, and his eyes flashed like wolf teeth.
She slammed her mouth, but Mo Ran immediately turned her face away, the light changed, and the color of his eyes was no longer so easy to see, Linger's heart burst, I don't know if it was his hallucination, or this one in front of him. The man who was as steady and generous as a mountain showed another face of a wolf and a leopard in the blink of an eye.
The ink burned and said: "Sorry, you are busy first, I don't worry about him, go and see." Then he walked away.
Chu nightning stood by the river pond, the reeds were flying all over the sky, the sunset was half immersed in the sparkling water waves, and the river seemed to be burning with fire.
The ink burned in a hurry, and when he stopped behind him, he gasped: "Master."
"… "
"What did I do wrong?"
Chu nightning said: "No."
"Then why are you unhappy?"
"I'm happy."
The ink burned for a while: "What?"
Chu nightning turned back and said gloomily: "I am happy or not."
Ink burning: "..."
He didn't plan to talk to Chu Wanning tongue twister. He took a closer look at Chu Wanning's face, suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help laughing: "I know why the master is unhappy."
Chu nightning's hands were clenched in the wide sleeves, and his shoulders moved slightly, but his face was calm: "I said I didn't-"
The ink burned but came over, standing under the tree, smiling with his hands behind his back, the old banyan tree by the river has some thick meridians exposed on the surface, like strong blood vessels, slowly digging into the depths of the soil.
He stood on the protruding root veins, appearing taller.
Chu nightning was alert and uncomfortable, and said: "You give me down."
"Oh."
The ink burned and jumped gently and skillfully, and the toes left the protruding tree boil and fell to Chu nightning. This tree is a crooked dragon, and the place without thick roots is just a little bit. Chu nightning is standing together, and the ink can only stand very close to him in order to avoid the high ground.
He lowered his head, and his breath could almost swipe the eyelashes of Chu nightning, so Chu nightning was a little embarrassed, and said with a sullen face: "You go up to me."
"..." Mo Ran couldn't help laughing, "Go up and down, Master is joking with me?"
Chu nightning also knew that he was making a fool of himself when he was angry, and when he was exposed, he simply kept silent and did not speak gloomily.
The ink-burning hand stretched out from the back, and a handful of candy turned out from nowhere, wrapped in rice paper, and all the colors were held in the palm of the hand, forming a sweet hill.
"Don't be angry, I'll leave it to you."
"..." Chu nightning was even more angry, he wanted to vomit blood, and he was furious. He pressed his sword eyebrows and shouted, "Mo Weiyu!!"
"Yes!" Mo Ran stood up straight.
"Who wants candy? Do you think I'm a three-year-old kid? Or take me for a girl? I don't—uh!"
A candy was tapped to his lips and put into his mouth.
Chu nightning was stunned.
In an instant, the tips of his ears turned red, and his face also turned red, not knowing whether it was shame or anger, his phoenix eyes widened round, staring at the smiling man in front of him in shock and anger.
"Milk flavor." Mo Ran said, "You like it the most."
Chu Xiaoning suddenly became speechless and powerless, like a cat whose claws were cut off, and the threat of claws and claws became completely useless.
He was drinking milk-flavored candy, and a small strand of broken hair on his forehead was slightly lifted by the wind because he had just walked in a hurry, and the blades of grass trembled softly. The ink burned, and my heart felt itchy, and I wanted to reach out and press down the strand of hair.
He is a man who likes to do things.
I thought about it in my heart, and then I really reached out.
Chu nightning: "..."
The ink burned and said with a smile: "I bought some candies and snacks for everyone in the village, but the ones I bought for the master are the best ones. I secretly hide the candies in my sleeves. The cakes are placed in your room and go back to eat quietly at night. , don't show it to those little guys, it's a lotus flower cake, it's very beautiful, if you show it to them, I'll be pestering you to ask for it."
Chu nightning didn't speak. After a long time, he rolled up the melted milk candy with the tip of his tongue. He raised his eyes and looked at the man in front of him under the old banyan tree in the reed bush.
After a long while, four words were thrown out of the foreword: "Osmanthus candy lotus root."
The ink burned and smiled: "I bought it."
"Crab powder lion head."
"I bought it too."
"… "
Chu nightning turned his head away. He felt that his majesty had lost a lot today. He wanted to pick up his majesty to dust off the dust, so he deliberately set his posture and raised his chin slightly. "It's a pity that the pear blossom is white."
He probably thought that the way he raised his chin was serious and oppressive.
However, that was in the past, limited to the youthful age of ink burning, when he was not taller than him.
Chu nightning didn't know that he would do this now, and he would only let the ink burn to see the soft jaw, the Adam's apple exposed after the chin was raised, and the neck that was as white as Ru porcelain.
He is like a cat with high self-esteem. He puts his weakest point under the wolf canine's lips and teeth. Between the tongue, licking and kissing, swallowing into the belly.
Fool.
It took a lot of perseverance to burn the ink, and then looked away from Chu Wanning's chin, and when he looked at the person in front of him, his eyes were a little deep and his voice was a little low.
He smiled reluctantly, acting as his gentleman and his Liuxiahui, he said, "Yes."
Chu nightning didn't react, and frowned: "What?"
"Pear white."
The ink burned and breathed a sigh of relief, suppressing the desire in the heart, and said hoarsely.
"Pear white, there are also."
Chu nightning: "..."
"Walking on the road, I think the master may want to drink." Mo Ran said, "Fortunately, I bought it."
Chu nightning stared at the apprentice who was working hard to please him, and suddenly he couldn't say anything. He suddenly felt that his troubles were so boring, and the pretentious coldness was so boring.
He finally slowly released his tight body, leaned his back against the old banyan tree, looked back and forth at the burning of the ink, and then said: "The burning of the ink."
"Um."
"You've changed a lot."
After he finished this sentence, I don't know why I saw a trace of uneasiness from the bottom of the ink burning eyes, and then the ink burning suddenly flashed thick and long eyelashes, saying: "Does the master like it?"
"..." Chu nightning said, "I don't hate it."
Then he seemed to suddenly remember something, and he stood up straight again, raised his fingers, hesitated in the air, and still fell on the side of the ink burning waist.
The ink burned and trembled suddenly, but it was unknown, but he looked down at Chu nightning with anxiety.
"I saw you fighting with the Yellow River in the book." Chu nightning said, "It's here that it hurts."
"… Um."
Chu nightning sighed indistinctly and patted Mo Ran's shoulder: "You are very good now, and you can be a master of ink."
"The apprentice dare not."
Chu nightning smiled slightly, poked the ink-burning eyebrows with his fingertips, and then lowered: "Also, there is no grandmaster who runs around without clothes all day long. Let's go, the sun has set, go back to rest early. Well, what are you going to do tomorrow?"
The ink burned for a while and said, "It seems that the rice is steamed, and the rice cake is to be made."
Chu nightning nodded and suddenly said: "Don't undress any more."
The burning face blushed: "Well."
"Rest when it's hot."
"it is good."
Chu nightning thought for a while, and said: "You have to remember to bring a handkerchief, don't always mix with unmarried girls, do you have a handkerchief?"
"...No." Mo Ran felt embarrassed.
"...then what do you usually use to wipe your face..."
"...Sleeves." The ink burned for his own roughness and felt even more embarrassed.
Chu nightning was a little speechless, and said for a while: "I will cut a piece for you when the time comes."
The burning eyes suddenly lit up: "Is it for me?"
"Um."
The ink burned and was overjoyed: "It's good! When will the master go to judge?"
Chu nightning frowned: "... I have to wait for this time to finish."
"Then I... also want the one with begonia flowers, okay?"
"… I will try my best."
After getting the promise, the ink burned all night, immersed in the joy of exchanging a candy for a handkerchief, covering the newly changed quilt, tossing and turning happily and couldn't sleep.
For five years, he has been in the pain of being drunk and dreaming of death.
This was the first time he could not sleep because of joy.
The heartbeat was fast, and he couldn't calm down for a long time. Later, he couldn't help but sat up from the bed. His window was facing the window of Chu Wanning's room. He was lying on the edge, and through the slight gap, the tip of his nose was the sweetness of the wilderness and countryside at night, the small courtyard in front of him, and the candlelight opposite the courtyard.
Chu nightning has not slept yet.
what is he doing
Are you thinking about how to cut a handkerchief, or are you eating the lotus cake you brought him
Mo Ran looked at the warm yellow light from the opposite window, and watched for a long time, until the light on the opposite side went out, and Chu nightning fell asleep, and he reluctantly whispered:
"Master, a good dream."
There was another sentence in his heart, even if no one heard it, he would not dare to say it.
Night Ning.
good dream.
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