No matter how dull the ink burns, seeing her fiery eyes, there is still something unclear, and immediately said: "Miss Ling'er, you have drunk a little too much, if you have anything to say tomorrow..."
"I want to talk today!"
This girl is also fierce and vicious, her hair is a little scattered, and her eyes are shining.
"..." Mo Ran was afraid of entanglement and wanted to escape with ease, but the sleeve corner was pulled by her, and Mo Ran was both angry and funny, and said, "You let me go."
"Don't let it go." The so-called wine is strong and cowardly, not to mention Ling'er's courage is not small, this is not a day or two in the mind of the immortal king, so he said loudly, "I like you, you are happy do not like me?"
Ink burning: "..."
Seeing that the man didn't respond, Ling'er was a little anxious.
When Mo Ran first came to Yuliang Village, she felt that this man was mighty and heroic. Later, she learned that he was the famous "Master Mo" in recent years.
It's almost over, and the ink will soon leave here. She is just a little girl in the lower world. The only one who can do it is only a beautiful face and a good posture. Although she doesn't know that the ink burns to herself What do you think, but if she doesn't express herself at this moment, it will be extremely difficult to have another chance in the future, so tonight, with some wine, she was able to summon the courage to follow the ink burning, blocking him to confess.
Such a torrent of courage, to be honest, the ink burned a little bit.
Ling'er's pretty face turned red.
She thought, if the ink burns and promises herself, it will be fine. If you get such a handsome love brother, if you climb up to him, you will climb to the top of life and death, and then you will not have to live in this small broken village. You can live a comfortable life by being marinated, just…
"I'm sorry, Miss Ling'er, you should let go."
But his words shattered the castle in the air floating in her mind with ease.
The blush on Ling'er's face has not disappeared, and her paleness has appeared again. For a while, her face was very ugly. After a while, she hurriedly said: "I, is there something wrong with me?"
"You look good everywhere." Mo Ran was very polite and gently broke her hand, "But I don't like it."
If it is said that he left a little bit of thin face just now, then this sentence "I don't like it" can be said to be devastating, tearing her last face off.
Ling'er's eyes were filled with tears in an instant, and the sadness was the second time. Although she admired the ink burning, she did not have a deep-rooted love. Instead, she wanted to step up her mind more, so she was more of a sweet dream. Broken loss.
"Then you..." she asked while holding back her tears, "then what do you like."
"I-"
Her words made the ink burn.
What does he like
Habitually, he felt that what he liked was the appearance of the teacher, but when the words came to his lips, he seemed to suddenly feel that it was not the case. He was at a loss for a while, but he couldn't answer it.
"You said, what do you like?" Ling'er pressed step by step, a pair of beautiful eyes staring at the burning face, not letting go of any changes in his expression.
She is also a poor person. She has an older sister who is married to an ordinary cloth dealer in the upper world. She moved to Leizhou a few years ago and has a good life.
She went to visit her sister with her grandmother, and carried a bunch of dried pepper fish from the countryside, but her brother-in-law thought the fish had a strong fishy smell, and also felt that their mother and daughter were shabby, and it was extremely shameful to live in their own home. drove them back. This incident has deeply carved a knife in Ling'er's heart. From that day on, she has been unwilling to live in poverty and has vowed to live a better life than her sister, and she will return all the grievances she suffered in the future.
So she has been looking for a hero all these years, wanting to devote herself to others and change her destiny.
She really didn't want to let Mo Weiyu go.
So she was almost a little anxious and crazy. Under the wine, she leaned on him drowsily. She had a soft body. In summer, when she walked through the fields, men would steal her eyes to look at her. In the press, he wanted to use his soft body to tear open the armor of Master Mo.
"What's wrong with me? You don't even think about it, you don't even think about it, and you reject me like this?"
Her hot and soft body was attached, but the ink burned but felt uncomfortable, and pulled her away, her face was half black.
"Miss Ling'er, how long have I known you? How could I like you and consider you?"
"How do you know if you don't try!"
When Mo Ran saw that she was coming over again, she immediately said: "Don't get close!"
"You don't like it so much?" Ling'er opened her eyes and said in disbelief, "You're a little bit... a little bit..."
"I don't like it at all." Mo Ran felt that what he said was not clear enough. It is better to break this kind of thing completely, so although it is cruel, he added, "I am not excited at all."
Linger was dumbfounded.
She doesn't like it, she can understand.
But don't mind...
How many men who have never been married can face a woman with an excellent face and figure, and face such a woman who takes the initiative to give her arms to such a woman, and say this "not moving"? Can you face Wenxiang Nephrite Jade without any desire at all
She stayed in place for a while and said, "You... how could you... how could you... "
She was a little hard to say.
She actually wanted to say, how can you have no desire at all? This is not normal.
Mo Ran also felt her meaning from her hesitation, but he really didn't want to explain to her more. He and her were just a chance encounter, and the concubine wanted to have a dewy relationship, but Lang didn't have this idea at all.
What she likes to think is up to her.
The ink burned low and said to her: "Sorry." Dodged and sneaked into the night.
The night wind blew against his cheeks, and he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.
After talking with Ling'er, he suddenly realized that he may have been thinking about a wrong point about love all along.
Ling'er asked him, "What do you like?"
It seemed that he had never asked himself this question.
People who get very little warmth don't always have the right to choose too much. As long as anyone treats him very well, he will give them all their blood.
"What do you like?"
This was a sentence in his subconscious that he didn't even dare to think about.
In fact, everyone in this world originally has their own special tastes and hobbies. When Mo Ran was a child, he often heard other children pulling the corners of his parents' clothes on the roadside and said, "I like to eat this, this has chopped green onion." Or "Auntie, this red lantern looks better than the yellow one, I like it. Red."
But he couldn't say it, and it was useless to say it. The only thing he could afford was the cheapest white flour pancakes, and he had to break them apart and share half with his mother.
Later, when he was in the restaurant, he would also peek at the rich and young gold masters who came to listen to the play, watching them swinging their silk fans and saying things like: "I liked that Tweety last time, but this time I still want her to sing a play. Well, delicate, sweet voice." Such sentences.
In fact, in the eyes of Mo Ran, Sister Cui'er is far less beautiful than Sister Bai Rong, but who cares about his thoughts
No one will ever ask him "what do you like", whether it is aesthetics or choice, these words are only related to rich people. For the ink burning, what others give him is what, and some should be grateful to eat. , if you have a piece of clothing that can cover your body, you should shed tears - "like"
He's probably talking foolishly. Why can he like it, how dare he like it, and what qualifications does he have? He only had one life that he had to struggle hard to survive.
After a long time, this habit of holding on to whatever you get has deeply penetrated into the bone marrow. Later, no matter how much gold, silver and jewels are entangled in it, the ambrosia brain smoked him to sneeze, but he couldn't get the sourness in his bones. Cover it up.
Throughout Mo Ran's life, he was poor and poor when he was young. His joys and sorrows were like the mud on the soles of his shoes, which were worthless, so "what do you like?" No one would ask him.
Later, when he became so high, Jane was in the heart of the emperor, accompanied by the king and the tiger. Others could only speculate on his thoughts, so no one dared to ask him the sentence "What do you like?"
But just now, Ling'er suddenly asked him this sentence. With a few simple words, he actually stopped him.
He once thought that if he loves someone, he must be respectful, hold it in the palm of his hand, and dare not have any delusions.
Just like he did to the teacher.
He felt that this was love, as if nothing was wrong.
But at this moment, he vaguely understood that things didn't seem to be what he thought.
Does he really like gentleness more than stubbornness
Does he really like Heshun more than Toughness
Does he really like the peach blossoms in his eyes, which are more fierce than the phoenix eyes, and the two-edged frost
He... Does he really like Shi Mingjing? instead of... instead of...
He didn't dare to think about the name, but his heartbeat couldn't help him, and his blood had become hot and hot.
Mo Ran was shocked by his own love.
Eros, Eros, Love and Desire are inseparable and inseparable. They are attracted by the face of the other party, seduced by the voice of the other party, the smell of the other party, and even a look in the other party's eyes. Possessing, wanting to leave his own breath on the body that had nothing to do with him, and wanting to insert his eagerness in the other's body.
He has always believed that love is sacred and that the person he loves cannot be desecrated.
But how can it really not be blasphemous
When a body that you love, yearn for, and yearn for appears in front of you, how can you be able to hold back the heat and be unhappy
All kinds of love in the world, only love, has no connection with cleanliness.
It is destined to be stained with hot sweat, the color of flesh, it is destined to be tangled in the temples, it has the smell of heather, it is related to moaning, it is related to passion, it is destined to be in the muddy hotbed to breed delicate and lustrous stamens come.
The ink burned in the night, and suddenly stopped, his eyes were bright and terrifying, and his expression was horrified.
Something seemed to be broken in his brain, and the frenzy, suppressed by his stubbornness and stupidity, drowned and swallowed him with overwhelming momentum.
He stood there in horror.
desire, desire.
love.
Chu nightning...
He finally dug up the name.
The sand and mud are washed away, and treasures emerge.
It has always been Chu Wanning... Such a private emotion, such a fiery love, has always belonged only to Chu Wanning!
He felt that there were bursts of blackness in front of him, and the obsession of two lifetimes was shattered. The broken brick wall was washed away by the violent tide and slammed into his heart, making him almost breathless.
He was horrified.
Could it be, so... could it be so...
The person he likes, his so-called love, has always been wrong
When Mo Ran returned to the bonfire party with Pear Huabai, Linger was no longer there.
Of course, everyone would not notice the departure of a young girl, and naturally no one knew about the conversation between Cai Mo Ran and her, and they still enjoyed the wine, which was very lively.
After three rounds of drinking, the villagers played a game. They used rice stalks to weave a straw ring on the top, and invited a person to play the drum. When the drum was extinguished, whoever passed the straw ring would be asked a sentence. Can not answer.
This is a fun that farmers in the lower world have nothing to think about when they work. The gameplay is simple and easy to use. Even people like Chu Wanning who are insulated from play are not difficult to integrate into it.
"Okay, it's Lao Bai! Come on, Lao Bai is coming to draw lots!"
With a bitter face, Lao Bai grabbed a folded piece of paper from the bowl of the sea, unfolded it, and said, "Women with big breasts look good, or fat ass?"
The people around him immediately burst into laughter.
Old Bai's face was flushed with anger, and he raised a note and scolded, "Which Guawazi wrote this kind of question and threw it in? Laozi's day, you immortal board!"
"Don't." A villager smiled, pulling on the hem of his clothes, "Don't rush the Japanese immortal board, you answer the question first."
The guy in the old white room was also sitting down, staring at him with double bullfrog eyes, when the old white hair stood upright, he hesitated for a long time, and then whispered: "I think it's almost the same."
Immediately, someone laughed and shouted: "You said a ball, it's no good to lie! You clearly told me a few days ago that you think women with big butts are good-looking and good-natured, why don't you tell the truth! Drink and drink! Fine drink!"
Lao Bai couldn't do anything, he drank the wine with a bitter face and grinning. After he got down, he was often scolded by his daughter-in-law's ears.
Chu nightning is hidden in the crowd, and it is embarrassing and novel to see, but this kind of question is too vulgar, if you ask him, he will definitely not be able to answer.
At this time, the village chief was holding a one-foot black cloth and said with a smile: "Let's play the drums with someone else, replace Lao Zhang, let him play, who will replace him?"
Chu nightning immediately said: "I'm coming."
He walked to the side of the drum, which was tied with the hide of the hide, took the drumstick, and sat on the ground.
The village chief carefully tied the blindfolded black belt for him, adjusted it left and right, and asked, "Is it tight?"
"It's okay."
"Could it leak light?"
"No leakage."
The village chief smiled and said: "Then ask Xianjun to play the drums. Whenever you want to stop, you can stop."
Chu nightning said: "Okay." He took the wooden hammer, knocked on the leather surface, and then flexibly struck the dense drum, which was noisy and messy.
He was blindfolded, and he didn't notice the sight of the ink burning across the bonfire, so complicated and chaotic, so confused.
The ink burned at him, the sparks were flying, like orange fireflies scattered into the night, he looked at the man in white in the night, his eyes were inch by inch, and the sharp knife crossed Chu nightning's forehead, the tip of the nose, and crossed His lips, chin.
For him, Chu nightning, who was wrapped in black cloth, had an inexplicable temptation, but this time the ink burned and did not let the temptation slip away casually. He chewed and licked carefully.
He tasted love in it.
He felt the tremor in his heart again, and he made sure again that… there was nothing wrong.
He has love for Chu Wanning. That kind of love has nothing to do with the relationship between master and apprentice, and it has nothing to do with kindness.
He simply loves him, longs for him, wants him.
he…
Finally realized that he was in love with Chu Wanning.
is love.
He was so confused, so paranoid, he was so stupid, so unclear.
It was not until today that he was finally enlightened.
He is in love with Chu Wanning.
This section has been thoroughly figured out. The layer of soil that has been backed up in my mind has finally cracked. Many things that he could not understand, and many answers that he could not get, are all in this long-awaited love. , came one after another.
But he hadn't had time to taste it, too late to think deeply.
Just heard a "dong" sound, the drums stopped, and the reverberation spread like ripples.
That grass ring was not too early or too late. At this moment, it fell on his knees. He picked it up in a daze, and when he looked up, he saw that Chu nightning was relieved and took off the black tie with one hand. Take, open the pair of phoenix eyes that are shining brightly in the moonlight, and look at Chun Che flawlessly.
He was also curious and wanted to know whose house the flowers fell on when he stopped playing the drums.
So he caught sight of the burning ink.
Chu nightning: "..."
Ink burning: "..."
There is nothing more embarrassing than when he is peeking at you, and you are peeking at him.
But Chu nightning didn't hide soon, because he suddenly realized that the handsome and straight face of the ink burned, at the moment, it was shrouded in ignorant and complicated affection, over the bonfire surrounded by Venus, over the bustling crowd, it was so straight The ground, the scorching hot, was exposed, undisguised and unable to hide.
Chu nightning slightly widened the phoenix eyes.
"Good luck, Mo Xianjun." The village chief smiled and went to pull Mo to burn up.
The ink burned for a while, and according to the rules, he put the braided straw ring in the hair. His black eyes were very bright, but he was a little overwhelmed. He put on the hair crown and carefully looked at Chu nightning again. at a glance. The tanned handsome face turned red in the firelight.
Chu nightning was frightened by his abnormal behavior, so his eyes opened wider and stared at him roundly.
In the undisguised sight of Chu nightning, Mo Ran lowered his eyelashes, pursed his lips and said nothing, looking a little obedient and a little shy.
It seems that he is the kind of stupid young man. When he reaches the age of knowing Mu Shaoai, and his love is just beginning, everything seems so clumsy, so clumsy and a little pitiful, and a little cute.
Chu nightning: "..."
If he was still frightened just now, it can be said to be frightened now.
... He's afraid he's going blind!
Otherwise, why would you feel that these five big and three rough bears have suddenly become so hypocritical, like taking the wrong medicine
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Small Theater "Why You Didn't Respond"
Ling’er: Mo Xianjun, why don’t you respond when I hold you? Do you have any hidden disease? (I’m looking at it with disgust), should I ask an old Chinese medicine doctor to show it to you
Ink burning: ... girl, break your sleeves, find out.
Linger: Scared, your sleeve is broken? Then let me sew for you