The layers of forest are dyed through, and the busy farming season is over.
The villagers of Yuliang Village prepared several large and small bundles, which contained some dried meat, rice cakes, spices, coarse cloth, and kept stuffing them into the arms of Chu Wanning and Mo Ran.
Although there is no shortage of food and clothing at the top of life and death, this is the heart of the villagers. If you don't accept it, it will be bad. Therefore, the two of them were not polite and helped the village chief to fill up the sacks.
Ling'er also came, holding a bamboo basket in her arms. The basket was covered with a small blue and white cloth. When the cloth was lifted, it contained steamed buns and a dozen green shells that had already been cooked. egg.
She came to the ink-burning horse, her big black and white eyes flickering and hiding, wanting to see him, but she felt embarrassed when she remembered her bold confession when she was half-drunk and half-awake that day. After dawdling for a long time, he passed by, raised the basket over his head, and said to the handsome man who was already on the horse: "Mo Xianjun, these... these are what I cooked in the morning. You can take them with you and eat them on the road with Chu Xianjun."
Mo Ran didn't know what she meant by this move, so she hesitated, not knowing whether to refuse or accept it.
Ling'er understood his concerns and raised her head abruptly, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes were a little stubborn and hurt.
Although she has all the strength and wants to climb up to a great immortal, she is not the kind of girl who has no dignity and will continue to stalk her when she is rejected.
She said, "Don't worry, Xianjun, Ling'er has no other intentions, just want to thank Xianjun for taking care of Yuliang Village for the past half month."
The ink burned and the bamboo basket was accepted. He sat on the back of the horse, looked at her with his eyelashes down, and said sincerely: "Thank you girl."
"Xianjun is polite."
Mo Ran saw that she could afford to put it down, and she felt a little bit in her heart, so she asked her more: "What are the plans for the girl in the future?"
"Why does Xianjun ask that?"
"I don't think a girl is someone who wants to live in the village for a long time."
Ling'er smiled, her eyes filled with vindictive energy: "I want to go to the upper world to see, I heard that the sect master of the Confucianism Sect is kind and willing to help the poor people in the world, those of us who are in the lower world, as long as we can stay in Linyi Even if he gets a job, he won't drive us away. My daughter is not bad, she can cook, and I can always hang around for a while."
Of course, she didn't say the most important thing—the Confucianism sect has the most disciples among the ten sects. The sect has a vast territory, with a total of seventy-two cities. Linyi is also a metropolis of Xianmen. Among the ten people walking on the road, five are monks. , she goes there, it will be easier to find a good husband.
Chu nightning didn't know her mind. When she heard that she was going to Linyi, she frowned and said: "The Confucianism is deep, it is not as simple as the girl thinks. If the girl wants to live in the upper repair world for a long time, it is better to consider Yangzhou Linlingyu. ."
"Yangzhou can't survive, food and clothing are too expensive." Ling'er said, "Thank you Xianjun for your kindness, Ling'er has her own considerations."
Since she has talked about this, Chu nightning knew that it would be useless to say more, so she gave up.
The two of them rode their horses and whipped their whips with their bags full. When Chu Wanning passed near Caidie Town, he paid special attention to the enchantment over there. Fortunately, the spiritual flow was abundant and everything was stable. So the horses hoofs did not stop all the way, and at noon, they finally returned to the top of death and life.
Chu nightning went to report the situation with Xue Zhengyi, there was nothing to do around the ink burning, wandering around, and bumped into a person beside the Naihe Bridge, who was wiping the stone lion on the bridge column.
The ink burned and thought, I don't know who made a mistake again and was punished here to do coolies.
Those who are punished generally have a bit of trouble on their faces, so Mo Ran didn't plan to walk on the bridge. He was about to turn around, but he heard not far away, and the man called him.
"A burning!"
"… "
Taking a closer look, it turned out that it was not someone else who was rubbing the lion, but the teacher. The ink burned for a while, but I felt weird that I couldn't tell in my heart.
One is that a person who follows the rules like a strange teacher is actually punished to wipe the bridge of Naihe.
Second, it is the appearance of the strange teacher.
It's been a long time since I saw the teacher who was fully grown, but I haven't been able to recognize his current appearance. Instead, as time goes by, I feel more and more unfamiliar, so that at first glance at the bridge I saw it, but I didn't recognize it.
"Why are you here? Did you do something wrong?" Mo Ran walked to him and asked.
The teacher looked a little embarrassed: "Well... I was punished with the young master."
"Mengmeng?" Mo Ran paused and smiled.
This is nothing strange, Xue Meng made mistakes, it is not a new thing.
"What did he do with you?"
"It said that I wanted to go to the forbidden area in the back mountain to catch a few ghosts to practice my hands."
"… "
"As a result, I almost stabbed the crack in the enchantment sealed before Master left."
Mo Ran didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Does he think ghosts are cats, cats and dogs? If he says he catches it, he catches it, and if he says he raises it, he raises it. You are too, he is fooling around, you shouldn't follow along, why don't you persuade him?"
The teacher sighed, and his face was full of helplessness: "Of course I persuaded him, but it was useless, I was afraid that he would have an accident, so I could only go in with him... Forget it, don't say it, fortunately it was useless to cause any trouble. Come on. Ah Ran, tell me about you, you and Shizun went to Yuliang Village to do farming a few days ago?"
"Um."
"How, is everything going well?"
"Well, it's all fine."
The two chatted for a while, and after saying goodbye to the teacher, Mo Ran walked silently on the tree-lined path, and when he was happy and looked back, he became more and more aware of his feelings towards the teacher. The feeling of love is more of an obsession, a habit, not a self-confessed love.
He used to think that he looked at the appearance of the teacher, and felt beautiful, shocked, and felt very comfortable. This is desire, but it is not.
People always appreciate beautiful things. He appreciates the appearance of the teacher, but carefully distinguishes, this appreciation does not bring any connotation.
He likes to look at him, as if he likes to see the red leaves in the mountains in autumn, and the lotus flowers in the ponds in summer. Over the years, there is almost no delusion of transgression.
He is still the same as before, cherishing the teacher and loving the teacher.
But it is also different from the past. Today's ink burns, and finally understands what love is all about. He is not Liu Xiahui. His love should be moist and hot, accompanied by occupation, with physical collision, with blood. The torrent of turbid liquid spewed.
He is a wolfhound and will sniff roses.
But the molars are ferocious, and if you really want to take a bite, of course, what you eat will not be flowers and plants, but flesh and blood.
At dinner, Xue Meng finally compiled all the books in the second scripture area of the library. He was so tired and sighed that he was lying in Meng Potang and complained. Even his favorite spicy chicken on weekdays, he couldn't make him happy.
I was playing with chopsticks bored, and suddenly saw that Chu nightning entered the dining room, and finally got up and straightened up and shouted: "Master!"
Chu nightning glanced at him and nodded to him.
Mo Ran sat next to Xue Meng, he, Xue Meng, and Shi Mei, the three of them always ate together, but today Chu nightning came in, but Mo Ran moved the dishes on the table and vacated a large area place to come.
"what are you doing?"
The ink burned but smiled at Xue Meng without saying a word, stood up and beckoned to Chu Wanning: "Master, come and sit here."
Xue Meng: "..."
Teacher: "..."
Respect is one thing, but eating together is another.
People who can often sit at a table and gnaw their bones, most of the relationship will not be too blunt, at least they have to get used to the other party's mouth, and can stand the other party's ugly appearance and occasional gaffe.
Looking at the expressions on the faces of Xue Meng and Shi Yan, although Chu nightning is always calm and cold, they are still not used to and do not accept eating with him.
For them, occasionally eating with the master is the same as socializing. They have to be tense and polite to each other. After a meal, their backs are often stiff, and they don't know how to eat.
Chu nightning also understands this. He glanced at Mo Ran unexpectedly, shook his head, still holding some light vegetables, and went straight to the position he used to go.
I haven't eaten in Meng Potang for five years. As soon as I sat down, Chu Wanning saw a small copper piece with a carved flower on the corner of the table, and it was actually engraved with six small letters of "Yuheng Elder's Special Seat".
"… "
Is Xue Zhengyi sick? !
Putting the wooden tray on the table heavily, Chu Ning sat down in a deep mood, and before he took two bites, suddenly one person pulled away the wooden chair opposite him and took a seat on the "Yuheng Elder's Special Seat", and the tray brought It was placed in front of Chu Wanning's plate, very close, almost touching.
Chu nightning raised his eyes: "...Why are you here?"
"It's too crowded over there." Mo Ran said, holding up the rice bowl with a smile, "Come and eat with the master."
Chu nightning glanced at Xue Meng and them, some inexplicable: where is it crowded
Not to mention that he was inexplicable, the other two people who were thrown down by the ink burned also looked complicated, quietly looking at the table of Chu nightning and the ink burning.
Xue Meng murmured: "Isn't that dog crazy?"
Teacher: "..."
The ink burned but didn't care so much. He just looked at Chu Wanning and felt uncomfortable when he was cooking. Chu Wanning, who was picky, was particularly hypocritical in terms of food and drink. He often didn't eat this uncomfortable or tasted that. Disgusting, Mo Ran feels that this is not good, and I will get sick when I get older.
He used to be too lazy to care about what Chu Wanning eats, but now it is different, not to mention that he likes this kind of thing, because he respects the teacher and respects the Tao, he also has to feed his master well.
But feeding Chu Wanning is a knowledge, just like feeding a cat, you can't be hard-headed, people won't want to eat, and he can't force it.
So when the ink burned, I took a piece of fat and thin braised pork and put it in the bowl of Chu Wanning.
"Master, try this."
Sure enough, Chu nightning frowned and said: "I don't like pork belly, you take it away."
The ink burned long ago, and said with a smile: "I heard that it is very sweet, and it is the flavor of Jiangnan."
Chu nightning said: "Jiangnan cooking meat is different from this."
"You don't even eat it, how do you know it's different?"
"It can be seen from the looks of it."
"But the cook said it is the flavor of Jiangnan." The ink burned down the net, ready to wait for the cat to take the bait, and smiled, "Meng Potang's cook is an old cook, can he be wrong? It must be that the master has been away from home for too long. Hey, I forgot what the braised pork in my hometown looks like."
Chu nightning said: "... nonsense, how can I get this wrong?"
The ink burned and ate a piece by himself. It seemed that he really tasted it seriously, and said earnestly: "I think the teacher is really wrong. This meat is very sweet, don't believe you try a piece?"
Chu nightning didn't notice the ulterior motives of the ink burning. He was a little unhappy. He picked up the chopsticks and picked up the braised pork in the bowl and sent it to his mouth.
"How?" Mo Ran held back a smile and looked at the big white cat who was hooked.
Chu nightning frowned seriously and said: "No, the fragrance of star anise is too heavy, I will tell the cook, Jiangnan's braised pork is not like this."
"Hey-" Mo Ran immediately pulled him, and couldn't help being a little speechless. Who knew this guy would be so serious? If you really ran to argue with the cook, wouldn't you be revealing yourself? He hurriedly said, "Master is not in a hurry, the cook is busy at the moment. Since Master has tasted whether it is not, it must not be. I will tell him later, it is important that we eat first."
Chu nightning thought about it too, then sat down again and continued to eat.
The ink burned and began to plan to coax him again, this time with a piece of fish.
Chu nightning's chopsticks paused: "Shad?"
"Um."
"Don't eat, take it."
"why do not you eat?"
"do not like."
The ink burned and smiled: "Is there a lot of thorns?"
"… no."
"But every time Shizun eats fish, he picks the ones that don't have thorns, or the ones with big thorns that are easy to pick. Shizun probably doesn't know how to eat small thorn fish, hahaha."
He is familiar with the soft part of Chu nightning's character, and he handles it very well. Chu nightning really fell for it again. He was a little angry and said: "It's ridiculous." Show that you are not incapable of eating spiny fish.
In this way, Chu nightning, under the coaxing of the ink, unknowingly ate much more dishes than usual, and almost all kinds of vegetables and poultry were stained again. Originally, a meal that was eaten quickly by one person was confused and dragged on for more than half an hour before it was used up.
When they packed up the dishes and went out, Xue Meng and the others had already left, and the disciples of Meng Potang were only left in twos and threes. Mo Ran accompanied Chu Wanning on the shady path returning to the red lotus waterside, the setting sun was late, and the twilight was four. combine.
With the evening wind blowing, he walked idly with his arms behind his head, and suddenly laughed.
"Master."
"doing what?"
"Don't do anything, just yell at you."
"... I think you've had enough to eat at night."
The ink burned and smiled more tenderly: "Yeah, so supportive. Master, can I eat with you in the future?"
Knowing that the ink burned has no other meaning, but Chu nightning's heartbeat still couldn't help but miss two beats, but fortunately, his eyes were still very quiet.
"Why, did you quarrel with Xue Meng?"
"No, no." Mo Ran waved his hand and smiled, "It's just that I haven't eaten with them for a long time. After five years, sitting together again, I feel a little awkward. If the master thinks that I am in the way, then I will tomorrow. Find another place and eat by yourself."
"… "
Of course he can't say "I feel sorry for you to eat alone", nor can he say "I want to feed you more vegetables", these words don't need to be spoken, and the ink burns to know that it won't work. He can only show softness, he has to say that he is pitiful alone, he has to say that he needs someone to accompany him, Chu nightning is always kind, and he will not refuse.
The ink burns can almost see the shaking in his eyes, only the last little bit of strength.
So he continued: "But actually, I really don't really want to eat alone."
"Why?"
The ink burned down the soft eyelashes, half of the emotions in the smile were true, and half of it was born to coax Chu Wanning: "Don't you think that the teacher? A person eats something casually, that's called a stomach. "
He paused, and in a splendid red glow, he swept away the broken hair that had been blown to his forehead by the wind.
"If two people eat together, chat and talk, it tastes in the mouth, and it is hot in the stomach. That is eating."
"… "
"Master, can I still be with you tomorrow?"
If the little wolfdog's heart-warming words are truly said, it's really overwhelming.
Ink burning is stubbornly heart-warming, he said:
"Master, I spent five years alone outside. When you woke up, I always ate with you."
"I'm not used to it without you."
"I don't eat rabbit heads, and I don't eat duck necks." At the end, he burst into laughter and went to pull Chu Wanning's sleeves, acting like a rogue, "If you eat green onion tofu, sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root, you will Promise me, okay?"
If he didn't say it was okay, as soon as he said it, Chu nightning suddenly thought of something old and old, and his face sank, and finally sneered twice, saying: "It can be, but you have to eat the same as me in the morning. of."
The ink burned before he reacted, so he agreed first and said, "Okay, what is the same?"
"Salted Douhua." Chu nightning is cruel, "Add seaweed."
Ink burning: "..."
Dareqing, this is the hatred that I wrote down when we ate hot pot together when he was or Xia Si Ni!
Chu nightning rubbed his teeth and said word by word: "And dried shrimp."
The author has something to say:
Small theater, since there are three or four swords today, then... "Three Swordsmen that the protagonists may play", I feel sorry for the girls who don't play games 23333
Ink burning: Let me play pure, I heard that there are many scumbags in Chunyang since ancient times.
Chu nightning: Don't rob me of my career upstairs.
Mo Ran: Well, then I will play Jianchun.
Nangong Si: I have a dog.
Ye Wangxi: Then play a Datang city management
Xue Meng: Tangmen Nightclub Fort, Pao Ge understand
Mei Hanxue: Mingjiao, why didn't I appear? Because I am invisible.
Teacher: It seems that Wanhua will be better, play a flower brother
Xue Meng: Do you really not consider playing a flower sister upstairs? 23333 can be when I bind love milk, I don't mind your shemale number.
Junior Sister: (smiling) Young Master, let's compare the height~