When Chu nightning ate the last steamed bun, the door behind him opened, and Mo Ran walked in with a bunch of things, and put those things on the bed.
"Master, there are some bits and pieces of talisman paper in your robe that you haven't taken out. I've put them here for you."
After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and walked out.
He was really embarrassed to ask Chu Wanning directly with the kit, and always felt that no matter what the other party replied, the atmosphere would be very embarrassing. What's more, Chu nightning's face is so thin, and his mouth is stupid. If something is wrong and makes him unhappy, what should be done.
The ink burned and pursed his lips, and there was a scorching light in the dark eyes, a little confused and dazed.
He suddenly had a thought that made him feel incredible—
Could it be that Chu nightning...
Do you actually like him
Mo Ran was startled by his bold delusion, shook his head quickly, and whispered: "Impossible, impossible..."
The so-called ignorance of the true face of Mount Lu, only because of being in this mountain, is probably the case.
If this kit belongs to a person who doesn't care about the burning of ink, such as a female cultivator, then the burning of ink will see it, and he will definitely know it, and he will be able to determine the intention of the other party in an instant.
- If you don't like it, who will carry a hair-raising kit with another person for so many years
Things used to be that simple.
But as soon as I met Chu nightning, the ink burned in chaos. People are like this, the more they care, the easier it is to think wildly, become very stupid, and don't know where to put their hands and feet. The other party's eyes can be tangled for a long time. In that silence, he dug three feet into the ground, carefully digging out the meaning hidden behind the pause.
In this way, even if it is a simple matter, he will ponder it over and over again, chew it slowly, and taste a lot of twists and turns.
Did you make a mistake
Did you misunderstand yourself
Did Chu nightning forget to lose it
This kind of question that can be denied with the toes, he can think about it for a long time. He was absent-mindedly scrubbing the clothes in the bucket while he was in a trance. The water is getting colder and colder, but the heart is getting hotter and hotter.
Mo Ran couldn't help but look up and looked towards the house. In the old wooden window with the window paper, there was a golden candlelight. The young sprouts also tremble softly and are flicked.
If Chu nightning really likes him...
Obviously, he used to be such a rough-skinned and thick-skinned Emperor Treading Immortal, but he only thought about half of this sentence, and his face was already red.
The ink burns feels a little hot and a little thirsty.
It was the thirst that could not be quenched, and the only person in the room who could soothe and reduce the heat was the one in the room. Only the sweetness in that mouth can give him great comfort and a moment of peace. Only that person, the man he swore to cherish, protect, and respect.
When thinking of "respect", a glass of water seemed to be poured into the flaming chest. In the past, he couldn't control himself, and when he had a strong desire for Chu Wanning, he would be so alert to himself and blame himself.
But tonight is different.
Tonight's kit seemed to give his heart a scorching heat, adding a handful of dry wood soaked with pine oil, which fueled his ambition.
Be respectful.
He kept saying to himself, but it was a drop in the bucket, the thought that could always be extinguished in the past, but now it is aggressively burning up, and the cold water that has been poured over instantly evaporates into a shred of steam, causing a daze in his eyes.
So Mo Ran was shocked to find that "respect" the spell, to myself, finally completely and completely—
failed.
In the house, Chu nightning took the last steamed bun and wanted to wipe his fingers, so he went to the bed and took out the Haitang handkerchief from the pile of debris.
He sighed, thinking that his memory is really bad. Before washing the clothes, he didn't know to take out all the things inside, but let the ink burn and see the joke, and he didn't know him...
"Um?"
Before he could finish thinking about it, he suddenly saw a slender red rope under the cover of a pile of talisman papers.
Chu nightning's heart was stunned, and he reached out and wanted to take the red rope out to see, but his fingers were in the air, but he didn't dare to move forward. Location.
Under the touch, the color suddenly changed.
His Acacia flower kit is really not on him!
Chu nightning's face suddenly became extremely ugly, stiff for a long time, and remembered - the bag from the ghost master of ceremonies. His inner pocket was slightly slanted, and the kit was silky smooth. He was afraid that it might fall off accidentally, so he put it in the bag of his coat.
No matter how carefully he looked at the pile of debris, it was as if he had been struck by lightning, unable to move.
Small things such as candies are placed on top, and the talisman paper is below. Only the red thread is hidden at the bottom, and the person who hides it seems to be blushing and repeatedly waved his hands and said: " I didn't see, I didn't see anything."
"… "
After a long while, Chu nightning held his breath, holding the red thread with a glimmer of hope, and pulled it out of the messy talisman paper.
… sure enough.
The red line of the kit has moved, which is completely different from the way he is used to it.
No matter how calm he was, his fair cheeks were still blushing quickly, and the roots of his ears were even more red as if they were about to drip blood. He opened the bag tied with the red thread, and the two strands of black hair that had been entangled for many years, just like his thoughts that had been entangled in secret for many years, just like that, they fell into the warm yellow candlelight, wrapped around him. Fingers softly.
The ink burned to see his kit!
After reading it, there is no silver and three hundred taels here, and the kit is buried at the bottom of the sundries!
This cognition made Chu nightning's head bang, the blood was turbulent, and the heart could no longer be calm, and the whole face was as hot as the red charcoal fire.
What should I do
Has the ink burned already understood his deepest thoughts
... it's over.
The person who Mo Ran likes is Shi Mingjing. If he knows that he has affection for him, he will definitely scare him. Will the current gentle and soft relationship between the two of them collapse? , holding the kit tightly in his hand, he calmed down a little after a long time.
He hopes that the ink burns not to know.
Betting on his good reputation for years of pure heart and few desires, he hopes that the ink burns without realizing anything - it is said that if the long secret love can one day be known by the beloved, that is the best thing, it is a kind of relief. But it may not be the case for Chu Wanning.
He was thirty-two years old and had long been used to being alone.
In the youthful age of the ink-burning teacher, Chu Xiaoning came alone. He never thought that now he is more than 30 years old, and he can still have the opportunity to accompany his love. The revelation of the heart is undoubtedly the beginning of a relationship, but it may not end in failure and return with a feather.
Chu nightning put the bag back, paced back and forth in the house, and finally stopped in front of the dusty bronze mirror.
He raised his eyelids and glanced inside. The mirror was useless for a long time, and it was covered with a thick layer of ash, which could only show a rough shadow. So he raised his hand and wiped the mirror, revealing a not-so-perfect face in the dust.
There is a scratch on the bronze mirror, which is impartial, just right in the corner of his eye. Chu nightning blinked and looked at himself.
"So ugly."
Looking at the person in the mirror, he was suddenly very annoyed and frustrated.
"How can I... grow up like this?"
He knows that Mo Ran likes gentle, good-looking, slender and beautiful young men.
And myself, I didn't do any of it.
Although he doesn't have any wrinkles, the weight of the years falling on a person can't be hidden. Chu nightning is already young and mature, and now there is no heat at all, how can he be embarrassed to talk about love with young people, not to mention that person is still own apprentice.
If it is spread out, let alone oneself, it is the burning of ink, and it is the pinnacle of life and death, all with dull faces.
What's more, after he slept for five years, Shi Mingjing's appearance became more and more smooth, and his elegance was peerless. When he was not smiling, his eyes seemed to be full of burning peaches, and then he looked at the person in the mirror—
There was only unpleasant hostility and arrogance between his eyebrows.
Comparing the two, a fool will choose himself.
Chu nightning looked at the dim brass mirror, he thought, if the time was pushed back ten years, let the ugly guy in the mirror fall in love with a person when he was in his twenties, maybe he would still rely on his blood , boldly to confess, even if the head is broken and blood is broken, it doesn't matter.
But he is now in his thirties.
He is no longer young, only embarrassed, vigilant, mean, and a ferocious face that will make children cry when they see it.
The ink is burning and the glory is flourishing, and the teacher is alluring the country and the city.
And he's just an ugly guy who's no longer young, he doesn't dare to want anything, he just wants to hide.
He just wants to go on like this peacefully, and he doesn't even dare to think about being in love with each other. He can allow him to be wishful thinking, allow him to have a crush on a person, and allow him to be justifiably good to that person in the name of Master.
He felt that was enough.
Very satisfied.
At this moment, there was a "squeak" behind him, Chu nightning did not look back, looking at the ink from the bronze mirror, carrying the barrel, and walked into the house.
None of them spoke, and the bronze mirror was still a little blurry. Chu nightning could only see a tall figure standing at the door, but he couldn't see what the expression of that figure was, and what kind of color waves were flowing in his eyes.
Even if he repeated himself a hundred times to calm down, Chu nightning's heartbeat didn't come out very fast. He didn't want to let the ink burn out of his embarrassment, so he took off the high ponytail, bit the hairband between his lips and teeth, and lowered his head. Pretending to be rebinding her hair in front of the mirror.
He thought he was really smart, biting his headband, he had a reason not to say hello to the other party, then—
Suddenly a hand touched the back of his ear, Chu nightning's body trembled suddenly, suppressed, but still couldn't suppress it, shaking slightly.
He doesn't often have physical contact with people, and he is not used to it, not to mention that the person who touches his earrings is still burning with ink. .
Chu nightning still lowered his eyes, he suspected that he looked up at this time, even if the light was dim, even if the bronze mirror was dim, the people behind him could see his abnormal red face.
He bit his headband, tried his best to stay calm, and said, "Have you washed it?"
"Um."
The man's voice was low and hoarse.
Chu nightning felt that he came over and was so close. He had the cool air from the cold night, but it couldn't hide the man's strong and hot breath, which made him dizzy, his thoughts were blurred and slow, and he couldn't turn around.
The ink burned for him while holding the broken hair that slipped down next to him, and he still wanted to say: "Master, I just..."
"… "
What is he going to say
Chu nightning bit the hairband, lowered his eyes, and his heartbeat stalled.
It seems that the things to be asked are too difficult to say, and the ink burned for a while, and finally turned the conversation: "Forget it, it's nothing. It's so late, and you still tie your hair?"
Chu nightning did not answer, but felt that the body behind him was too close.
So hot.
"Are you going out?"
Chu nightning said: "No, just go out and wash a bowl."
"I'll help you."
Chu nightning said: "I have hands and feet."
Mo Ran smiled behind him, and he seemed to be embarrassed to find something to say: "It's good to have hands and feet, but the master is also clumsy, I'm afraid it will hit."
Chu nightning: "..."
Seeing that he didn't speak, I thought he was unhappy. The ink burned and smiled, and said seriously: "The water is cold outside, you remember to take it out with some heat."
Chu nightning responded, a bit like "um", and a bit like "hum", a vague nasal sound, but it was very nice, falling in the ink burning ears, urging the tender bud Huangrui in his chest to become more and more open and claws. . His Adam's apple moved slightly, his eyes were dark, and when Chu nightning bowed his head, a pale neck was exposed from the edge of the clothes.
He felt even more thirsty, swallowed subconsciously, but tried to keep his voice extremely soft, not wanting to be heard by Chu nightning.
The ink burned and took a deep breath and forced a smile: "This mirror is so blurry."
"It's been too long."
"Master, you can't see clearly, bring your hair to me, and I will comb your hair for you."
Chu nightning bit the snow-blue ribbon, and before he had time to refuse, the ink burned and held the hairband in his hand. In this case, he couldn't bite anymore, so he had to let go and let the ink burn. He helped himself to tie a ponytail, while pretending to be Zhang Zhi and snorted coldly: "Will you tie it? If the tie is not good, it's not that I have to do it all over again."
"Master, have you forgotten? In Peach Blossom Spring, all the braids I made for you."
Chu night Ning was speechless, Xia Sini was his shameful past, he didn't want to mention it again, he closed his eyes, frowned, and burned him with ink to help him comb and tie it.
It's just that the burning palm always rubs against his auricle, he feels uncomfortable, his scalp is numb, his throat is slightly thirsty, so his brows are even tighter.
"Why isn't it okay?"
The ink burned and smiled lowly: "You, you are always so anxious. Don't worry, it will be soon."
His voice seemed to be closer than before, and it was on the back of the ear, and Chu nightning's hand hanging between his sleeves couldn't help clenching.
I don't know if it was his own illusion. He always felt that the burning breath seemed to be a little heavy. The heaviness of the beast's poise before eating gave him a tingling feeling of being stared at. He even felt that he would be behind him. A wolf slaughtered him and held him in front of the bronze mirror, biting his throat greedily, sucking the blood gurgling from his veins.
People's perception is sometimes quasi amazing, but Chu nightning felt it, but because of his inferiority, he couldn't believe it.
How did he know that if he looked up at this time, he would see the eyes in the mirror that were burning with light and darkness. Desire and reason clashed in it.
The ink burned holding the smooth silk hairband, and the clear self was holding the body, and he was helping Chu Wanning to bundle his hair properly, while the other half of the dark soul thought anxiously-
What are you doing
Hair tie
But this headband is clearly tied in the wrong place!
He felt that he should rudely press Chu Wanning in front of the old and abandoned dressing table, use a hairband to restrain his eyes, and the other hand went around the front to grab his chin, and kissed him hungry and thirsty. Press him on the ground, to absorb the sweetness of his mouth, to suck the tip of his soft tongue. He should clearly be rubbing the side of Chu nightning's ear fiercely, licking the thin mole behind the ear, and should be breathing heavily, sticking to the side of Chu nightning's auricle, and asked him in a low voice—
"Chu nightning, my good teacher. Why do you want to hide that treasure?"
"Wanning... Wanning... do you... like me?"
His longing heart seemed to be torn apart, his blood was hot, his eyes were hot and red.
The author has something to say:
Confessing wood is so fast, anxious friends can stay for a few days~~ If you are not in a hurry, you can sit and watch them tear the last layer of window paper a little bit~
If the ink burning courage value is accumulated to 800, you can express it. Don't ask me why it is eight hundred, not five hundred, not four hundred, not one thousand, or eight hundred and eighty-eight hundred! Play rogue! See the last article of the copy 2333333
The daily courage value is very random, and today's courage value is +... uh... +100 too!
Ink burning classmates: Courage value reaches 200
Chu nightning classmate: psychological preparation, complete 20%.
Little Theater "What Does Everyone Carry With You?" 》
Chu nightning: ... there are too many things to bring.
Ink burning: I have to carry money with me. No reason, I am scared.
Xue Meng: I took a baby with me, shut up, it's not shorter than a dog, okay! ! !
Teacher: I carry needles with me... What are you doing? It's not to prick people, it's for acupuncture.
Nangong Si: Quiver.
Ye Wangxi: Arrow, because the one upstairs only remembered to bring a quiver, not an arrow.
Mei Hanxue: Various tokens of love.
Meat Bun: Steel helmet, afraid of being beaten.