Borrowing ink to burn auspicious words, that night, Chu nightning had another dream, but unfortunately it was not a good dream.
In the dream, he returned to the year when Caidie Town was cracked, but the person who repaired the crack with him changed to a teacher.
The lead-grey sky fell heavily with snow, and the teacher couldn't support it. He was sneaked into the heart, fell from the Dragon Pillar, and fell into the endless snow. The ink burned over, picked up the bleeding teacher, knelt at his feet, and begged him to help and save his apprentice.
He also wanted to save, but under the influence of the twin enchantment, he was traumatized as much as the teacher. He was pale and said nothing. He was afraid that the blood would come out when he exited, and the ghosts around him would suffocate. It will swarm up and tear them all to pieces.
"Master... I beg you... I beg you..."
The ink burned and cried, and kept kowtow to him.
Chu nightning closed his eyes and finally fled...
The teacher is dead.
The ink burned never forgave him.
He dreamed of the Naihe Bridge on the top of life and death. It was when the spring was cold and it was raining. The young buds of the spring trees were moistened by the rain. The bluestone road under his feet was long and endless. He held an umbrella and walked alone.
Suddenly, he saw another person walking across the bridge, dressed in black, without an umbrella, holding a stack of books wrapped in oil vellum, walking in his direction. Chu nightning couldn't help but slow down.
The man obviously saw him too, but the pace under the man's feet didn't slow down, he just raised his eyelashes soaked in the rain and gave him a warm glance.
Chu nightning wanted to call him and said: Mo...
The ink burned did not give him any chance to speak. He held his book and walked on the leftmost side of the Naihe Bridge. One more inch should be turned into the river - just to stay away from the master walking on the right. , a little further away.
They came to the middle of the bridge.
A person who was used to holding an umbrella in the past walked in the rain, and a person who was not used to holding an umbrella in the past was also walking in the rain.
Later they passed by.
The man in the rain walked away without looking back, while the man with the umbrella stopped and stood there.
The raindrops tapped on the umbrella surface, Chu nightning stood for a long time, so long that the legs were a little stiff, as if the damp cold air in Shu had penetrated into the bones.
He suddenly felt very tired and could no longer walk.
The dream darkened.
Deep and cold.
Cold as rain, as heavy as legs that can no longer move.
In sleep, Chu nightning turned over and shrunk his body very small, something dripped from the corner of his eyes and wet the pillow. He knew in a trance that this was just a dream, but why was it so real, so real that he could clearly feel the hatred of ink burning, the disappointment of ink burning, and the determination of ink burning.
But... is that all
Does it end here
He was unwilling, and it seemed that his unwillingness made the surrounding light lit up again.
Still in a dream, it has been many months since the death of the teacher.
The ink-burning temper is getting gloomier day by day, and the words are getting less and less, but all the practice classes, he will still come, just listen to the class, and don't talk much with Chu Wanning.
Chu nightning did not explain why he did not rescue Shi Mingjing at the beginning. He saw the attitude of the ink burning. He knew that the matter had come to this point, and it was useless to say anything.
In this day's practice class, the ink burned according to the instructions, standing on the top of a pine tree, training the collection of spiritual power.
But he didn't know why, suddenly he was out of strength, and he fell straight down. Chu nightning didn't have time to think about it, and swept over to hug him, but he didn't have time to cast any spells in a hurry, and the two fell heavily from the treetops. ,He fell to the ground.
Fortunately, the soil is very soft, and there is a thick layer of pine needles. They were not injured, but Chu nightning's wrist was cut by a sharp branch, and the blood was flowing out of a savage hole.
Mo Ran looked at his wound, and then raised his eyes for the first time in these months, without hiding, looking back and forth at Chu nightning's face.
Finally he said, "Master, you are bleeding."
There was some numbness in his tone, but what he said was still a gentle sentence.
"There are ointments and bandages in my Qiankun bag, let's deal with them."
They sat in the thick coniferous forest, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pine and cypress. Chu nightning did not say a word. He looked at the ink and lowered his head, silently wrapping a bandage for himself, circle after circle.
The boy's eyelashes were trembling, and Chu nightning couldn't see the expression on his face. For a moment, he suddenly wanted to pick up enough courage and asked:
Ink burning, do you really hate me so much
But at that time, the wind was too slow, the sun was too warm, and there were birds and insects chirping among the branches and leaves. His injured hand was quietly held by the ink, and he was taking care of the bandages. Everything was peaceful and quiet.
In the end, he still did not ask, and did not break this quiet picture.
He suddenly felt that the answer was not so important. The important thing was that in this dream, after the teacher's death, his blood, his injuries, could be replaced by a little bit of ink burning, half an inch of ease.
The next day, when Chu Wanning woke up, he was still in a trance for a moment.
He was lying on the bed, and he could even feel a dull pain in his arm, which seemed to have residual warmth. After a while, he rubbed his face wearily, feeling amused.
What kind of mess are you dreaming about
People say that there is a dream in the day and night. Wouldn't it be because I saw the handsome appearance of the teacher now, and I felt a little depressed in my heart. I went to the dream to vent, and I could dream that the teacher was dead...
It's so ridiculous.
He got dressed, got up, washed his hair, and quickly forgot about last night's fragmented dream.
Today, the village chief and the others are going to make rice cakes.
Rice cakes are a must-eat food on New Year's Eve in Xiaxiujie, in order to seek good luck. Japonica rice noodles and glutinous rice noodles are ground on the first night, and then women and old people are required to burn hot stoves and steam the noodles. Chu nightning got up a little late, and it didn't matter if he walked over slowly.
When he got there, he saw a big pot on the huge drying yard, a half-person-high wooden barrel was steaming through the water, and the steam was constantly blowing out. rice flour. A few children were running around the stove and sparring, and from time to time a latte shuttle pulled out a bunch of roasted peanuts and a corn cobs from the fire pit.
What made Chu Wanning a little surprised was that the ink was still burning very early, and he was helping the village chief's wife to see the fire. A child was running in a hurry. cry.
"Why did it fall?" Mo Ran helped her up, patted the mud on her body, and said, "Is there any wear?"
"Hand-" The little girl wailed and raised her little black hand to show the ink.
The ink burned and picked her up, took her to the well, and made a bucket of clean water to wash her hands. The distance was a bit far, and Chu nightning didn't hear what he said to the child, but the little guy choked with tears and choked up. After a while, he stopped crying. After a while, she broke into tears. Laughing, looking up at Mo Ran with a snot-hanging little face, and began to talk to Mo Ran.
"… "
Chu nightning stood quietly at the corner and looked at him, watching him coax people, watching him bring the child back to the fire pit, watching him pull out a sweet potato from the fire, and peel it thinly , and handed it to the little girl.
He just watched.
It seemed that he had seen the five years that Mo Weiyu had passed.
"Ah, Master is here?"
"Well." After a long time, Chu nightning walked to Mo Ran and sat down. He looked at the roaring fire under the boiler, looked at it for a moment, and said, "What's roasting in it?"
"Peanuts, sweet potatoes, corn." Mo Ran said, "You are here, I will bake you a candy."
"…Candy can still be baked?"
"Master can't bake, it will be scorched as soon as it is baked." Mo Ran smiled, "I would be better."
As he spoke, he took out another milk malt candy from his pocket, went to the rice husk paper outside, took the tongs, put it in the hearth and toasted it for a while, then immediately retracted it and took the candy, "Oh, it's a little hot. ." He blew, and then handed it to Chu Wanning's lips.
"Try it."
"..." Chu nightning was not used to being fed, so he reached out and took the candy. The milky white sugar was baked a little soft, and the chewing was full of milky fragrance. Chu nightning said, "Yes. You bake another one. grains."
The ink burned and roasted another one, and Chu nightning took it with his hand and ate it by himself.
"One more."
"… "
The ink burned eight in succession. When it came to the ninth, a child ran over and asked the ink to burn sweet potatoes. If the ink burned, he could only let Chu Xiaoning take it.
Chu nightning picked up another tongs and picked the largest one. Mo Ran glanced at it and said, "Put this back and take the small one next to it."
"Big and delicious."
"The big ones are not familiar." Mo Ran smiled.
Chu nightning was a little unconvinced: "How do you know that you are not familiar?"
"Trust me, I often bake it in the wild. Give him that little one, little sweet."
Chu nightning had to change the small one again. The child didn't know what kind of leader Chu nightning was in the comprehension world, but when he saw that he was willing to pick sweet potatoes for himself, he came over and whispered to Chu nightning: "Big brother, I want to eat that big one."
"Tell another big brother." Chu nightning said, "He didn't let you eat it, saying it was not cooked."
The child really ran to find the ink burning: "Ink burning brother, I want to eat that big one."
The ink burned and said: "Wait a while to eat a big one."
"How long is a while?"
"Count from one to a hundred."
"But I can only count from one to ten..." The child was very aggrieved.
The ink burned and smiled: "Then you can only eat small ones."
The little guy had no choice but to sigh, so he could only accept the injustice that fate had treated him, and said with a shriveled head: "Okay, the little one is the little one."
Chu nightning peeled the sweet potato for him. When it was about to be peeled, the burned candy was roasted to the softest. If you don't eat it, it will be completely melted. So he hurried down and handed it to Chu nightning: "Master, come, open your mouth-"
There are sweet potatoes in his hand, Chu nightning didn't think much, and naturally opened his lips, until the ink burned the soft and warm nougat between his lips and teeth, and gently rubbed the thick finger pulp on the corner of his mouth, Chu nightning reacted suddenly, and he was eating the candy that the apprentice fed himself, and the tips of his ears turned red in an instant.
"anything else?"
Chu nightning coughed lightly. Fortunately, the fire was warm, reflecting his face, but he couldn't see the difference in his face. He said, "No more."
The ink burned and said with a smile: "Just enough to feed you, there is the last nougat left, and there will be no more to eat."
Because he was relaxed, he used the words lazily and never thought about it.
So naturally, the word "feed" was said. But the apprentice would never dare to talk to the master like this. The two words are too spoiled and powerful. For example, the owner feeds the darling, the emperor feeds the wives and concubines, and it can even be extended to be between the beds. The conqueror above, with his scalding flesh, feeds the moaning and groaning below.
Chu nightning was immersed in such rough words, and he did not recover for a long time.
After the rice is steamed, it is necessary to spread the panel. This is physical work. The strong men in the village have to hit the rice cake with a mallet. The village chief gave Mo Ran a wooden hammer wrapped in gauze, and wanted to pass one to Chu Wanning. The ink burned stopped.
The ink burned and smiled: "The village chief, my master has not done this work, he can't fight well."
"..." Chu nightning was silent beside him.
He was very unwilling, even a little sullen, because no one has ever been able to associate him with the three words "doing poorly" since he left the mountain.
In the mouths of others, what he can hear is always a request, a request, "Xianjun, how can you do me a favor".
This is the first time someone has stopped him and said, "He can't, he can't do it well."
Chu nightning is very annoyed, he wants to shake his sleeves and shout, you can't do it well!
But he held back, held back.
Because the ink burning is telling the truth, he really can't do it well.
In the end, they were placed in front of a stone mortar by the village chief. The steamed rice noodles had already been placed in the stone mortar, and the steam was scorching hot.
The ink burned: "Master, I will hit the cake later, you remember to turn the rice cake for me every three hits. Be careful not to burn your hands, and don't be too anxious, don't be hit by me. ."
"...If you can hit me with a hammer, stop cultivating, you immortal, go home and farm."
The ink burned and smiled: "I just said, I'm not afraid of ten thousand, just in case."
Chu nightning was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and he had already opened it in groups of two. He didn't want to be too backward, so he stood beside the stone mortar and said, "Come on."
The ink burned and the wooden hammer fell. The first blow was very heavy, and it hit the soft and hot rice noodles. The rice noodles sank in and wrapped the hammer. Eyes, to Chu night Ning said: "Master, turn over."
Chu nightning turned the rice ball over, and the ink burned and fell down with a heavy hammer.
After several times of cooperation, their rhythm has been mastered very well. Basically, the ink burned for the third time. Chu nightning turned the dumpling over neatly. When his hand was just withdrawn, the ink burned and hit a new one. a blow. Beating rice cakes looks simple, but the force must be mastered very well. The beater must be very strong and energetic. Repeat this over and over countless times. When the rice noodles are completely sticky and the sticking is continuous, it is completed.
After being so busy for a while, the ink burned, but the face was not red or heartbeat, but the farmers next to him were a little tired, and began to shout in a thick voice: "One two three - one two three -" They shouted the rhythm of the hammer, Mo Ran felt a little interesting, so they played together according to their rhythm, until the rice ball was half sticky, and the people next to him were out of breath, but Mo Ran didn't feel anything. He smiled and said to Chu nightning: "Come again."
Chu nightning glanced at him, the young man's forehead was full of sweat, bright in the sun, honey-like color. His lips were also slightly parted, and he didn't sigh like an ordinary person, but his breathing was somewhat heavy, and his chest was heaving.
Seeing that Chu nightning was looking at him, he froze for a moment, raised his sleeves and wiped his face, his eyes were as bright as stars, he smiled: "What's the matter? Is there rice noodles on your face?"
"No."
"That is… "
Chu nightning looked at his hot sweat, but he was honestly folded to the mouth of the Adam's apple, and suddenly he couldn't bear it. He asked, "Are you hot?"
Yesterday he asked the ink burning "cold or not", and today he asked the ink burning "hot or not", which really made the ink burning very confused, the temperature of the next two days is not too different, and he said after a while: "I still it is good."
"Take it off when it's hot."
"Master doesn't like it, I won't take it off."
"..." Chu nightning said, "I sweat, and it is even more annoying."
Since he said that, the ink burned itself was already sticking and uncomfortable, so he removed the robe and the upper garment and threw it on the graphite next to him. Chu nightning looked at it coldly, but his heart gradually became hot. The side is naked, showing broad shoulders and solid arms. After the inner layer of underwear is taken off, you can almost feel the hot air coming from your face. The ink burns and sweats all over, and there is a moist and smooth luster in the sun. Like a mermaid out of water, he turned around and smiled at Chu Wanning, so handsome that he was dazzling.
"Two immortals, do you want to drink water?" The village chief's wife came over with a cup of tea and asked them one by one.
The ink burned back to the stone mortar, picked up the wooden hammer again, and smiled: "No, I'm not thirsty."
A hand reached out and took a teacup on the tray.
Chu nightning drank a whole cup of tea in the eyes of the two people with astonishment, and then handed the tea cup to the village chief's wife: "please have another cup."
"... Master, are you thirsty?"
I don't know where this word stabbed him. Chu nightning raised his head suddenly, his eyes were burning, full of alertness: "Thirsty?... No, I'm not thirsty."
He gulped down another glass of water.
Mo Ran looked at him, and couldn't help but wonder, when did the master's self-esteem disease become so serious that he was ashamed of his thirst
The author has something to say: Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, but the update will not be interrupted~ It will not be interrupted during the Spring Festival~ But there are so many things to be busy from the New Year's Eve to the New Year's Day, and it may be too late to reply, please don't mind~~ Crab!
Small Theater "What Valentine's Day"
Gouzi: During Valentine’s Day, you all grab food from me. Is dog food eaten by humans? Can people eat dog food? Let me go! Whoever eats me bites whoever!
Chu nightning: I don't want to join in the fun.
Shi Mei: (Take off the costume and have no image on the set of Shi Mei's idol, rolled his eyes) Come on, if I really want to find someone to spend Valentine's Day, probably you will want me to celebrate Qingming Festival Yes, I can see clearly.
Xue Meng: I thought about it, but I think no one is worthy of me, what can I do? I am also annoyed.
Nangong Si: Caring for dogs is everyone’s responsibility, boycotting Valentine’s Day, and protecting Nao Baijin, start with me.
Mei Hanxue: Sell sets, sell sets, Okamoto air sets, find out.
Ye Wangxi: Mr. upstairs, I'm sorry, please cooperate with me. Since last week, this bureau has received 15 calls to the police one after another, reporting that you are cheating. Please come with me.