In the early morning of the second day of confession, Chu Wanning woke up very early.
But he didn't get up, because he quietly looked out from the curtain and found that the ink was still asleep, simply on the floor, next to the edge of the bed.
It is not so real to see through the curtain. Chu nightning suppressed for a moment, but did not hold back. He stretched out his hand and wanted to open a little curtain seam, but before his hand touched Luo Wei, he replaced it with a finger and used his fingertips. Only open it a little bit.
It seems that as long as it is just a little bit, it is not a steal.
Qingxi spilled in from the window paper, and the red glow with a little golden light was cut into a long and narrow silhouette, shining on the handsome face of the ink burning.
Chu nightning has not seen his sleeping face for a long time, he looked quietly, looked very carefully, and stared for a long time.
It was so long that he couldn't help but think of the year when Mo Ran was brought back to the top of life and death by Xue Zhengyi. A shy young man, when he is happy, he can burst into a fiery splendor and enthusiasm.
Can't rush away.
When I saw it in front of Tongtian Tower, Chu nightning insisted not to accept apprentices, because he felt that the sentence "he looks the most gentle and I like it the most" is ridiculous and unbelievable.
To this end, he dried the ink rain for 14 days.
It was said that in order to find a way to worship him, Mo Weiyu asked Mrs. Xue Zhengyi's wife Shi Mingjing, including Xue Ziming.
In the end, I don't know who gave him the bad idea, let him learn Chengmen Lixue, stand outside the red lotus water pavilion and wait for others. In the morning, when Chu Wanning went out, he said hello and asked for a teacher. In the evening, Chu nightning went back and continued to ask hello and ask for a teacher. In this way, rain or shine, dripping water can also wear stones.
Chu nightning's reaction to this behavior was: Oh.
Turn a blind eye and leave.
He doesn't like other people chasing so fiercely. As a person, he has few emotions, so he is only willing to deal with those equally peaceful and indifferent emotions.
I don't know if it was caused by the environment he was in since he was a child. The young man was very good at observing words and expressions. He probably felt the coldness of Chu Wanning. He only stalked for two days, and he did not chase after Chu Wanning and begged for a teacher. .
But he still came to the red lotus waterside as usual every day to clean up the dead branches and leaves in front of the courtyard for Chu Wanning. When Chu Wanning came out, he stomped on the broom, scratched his head, and smiled: "Elder Yuheng. ."
Don't say get up early in the morning, and don't say hello in the evening.
Just a simple sentence, Elder Yuheng, and then just smiled.
Chu nightning didn't look at him and walked away on his own. He was not annoyed. Behind him, he swept the leaves.
In this way, ten days have passed without incident. One morning, about a dozen lotus flowers in the red lotus waterside opened overnight, and the fragrance was fragrant, which made Chu Wanning feel very good.
He opened the door and saw that on the winding and quiet mountain path, the young man Mo Ran was bowing his head, going up the stairs with concentration, sweeping the leaves, and a leaf was probably stuck in the cracks of the stone, which was particularly difficult to clean. He leaned over to pick it up, ready to throw it into the grass.
When he looked up, he found that Chu nightning was standing in front of the mountain gate. He froze for a moment, then grinned, and his half-sleeved arm was exposed outside. wave-
"Elder Yuheng."
The voice is very clear, with fresh fruit and sweet, obviously not loud, but it seems to echo between the peaks for a long time, a white cloud flows away, the sun pours down from the cloud, penetrates the forest through the leaves, and the wind blows in the bamboo forest. Hush Xiaoxiao.
Chu nightning stood in the same place for a while, and his pupils were dipped into amber by the sudden dazzling morning light. He narrowed his eyes slightly, and for a moment felt that the dead leaves in the hands of the young man were no longer so dead, and he became smiling with that can. The people are generally dazzling and brilliant.
He walked down the stone steps quietly.
Mo Ran has long been accustomed to his indifference, and he didn't take it seriously. As usual, he consciously stood aside and waited for Chu Wanning to pass.
That day, Chu nightning went down calmly and walked by his side as usual.
Then, he suddenly turned his face slightly and glanced back at the young man. His voice was as clear as a spring, and as quiet as a lake.
He said, "Thank you."
The ink burned for a while, and then his eyes lit up, and he waved his hand and said, "No, no, it's what the disciples should do."
Chu nightning said: "... I didn't plan to accept you as an apprentice."
But his tone and demeanor were no longer firmer than before.
After he finished speaking, he turned around and continued to walk forward, but at the end he didn't know why, probably because he couldn't bear it, and looked back at the ink burning.
As a result, he saw that the young man didn't feel that his heart was blocked at all, and jumped a few steps on the spot excitedly with a broom. The young face was full of vigor, exuding endless light and heat.
... It turns out that this guy didn't care about the second half of the sentence at all, and only heard a thank you, so he was so happy
Days passed like this for a few days, and one day, it rained.
The rain is not too big. Chu nightning has always been a person who is too lazy to take an umbrella and rarely open the enchantment. It is estimated that it will only take a stick of incense to walk to the platform of good and evil. Just fine.
He pushed the door out.
The ink is still burning.
But he was not sweeping the floor today, the broom was put aside by him, he was holding an oil-paper umbrella, squatting on the ground, with his back to Chu nightning, and was concentrating on fiddling with something, his shoulders shrugged slightly on one side , He is short, even smaller when squatting, with a big umbrella, still dark brown, and he looks very funny, like a mushroom emerging from a spring rain.
Chu nightning endured a faint smile, walked behind him, coughed lightly, and asked, "What are you doing?"
"Ah." The boy was startled, turned around and looked up at him.
The first sentence is "Elder Yuheng".
Before waiting for Chu Wanning to respond, he opened his eyes wide and said the second sentence: "Why didn't you use an umbrella?"
Before Chu nightning answered, he stood up, stood on tiptoe, tried to raise the oil paper umbrella in his hand, and said the third sentence: "This is for you."
But he is still too short after all, and the steps he stands are one level lower than that of Chu Wanning. He worked hard, and the umbrella barely covered the top of Chu Wanning's head, but the strength was not stable. When the wind blew, he didn't take his hand. Stop, the umbrella tilted instantly, and the strings of water beads all fell into the edge of Chu's neck collar and flowed in along the neck.
So, before Chu Wanning made a sound, the ink burned and hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!"
Chu nightning: "..."
When the ink burned the first sentence, he could answer "Well."
When the ink burned the second sentence, he could answer "No need."
When the ink burned and said the third sentence, he could answer "You keep it yourself."
But the ink burned the fourth sentence, and I was sorry for a bunch of voices. Chu nightning was a little speechless. He lowered his eyes and couldn't see whether the expression was dull or gloomy. In the end, he just sighed and took the ink. The umbrella in Ran's hand, upright, hit the top of the two of them.
He raised his eyelids and looked at the ink burning, thought for a moment, and then went back to the original sentence.
"What are you doing?"
"Save the earthworms."
Chu nightning thought he heard it wrong, frowned and asked: "What?"
The ink burned and smiled, the dimples were deep, very cute, he scratched his head a little embarrassedly, and stammered: "Save, save the earthworms."
Chu nightning lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the hand that was hanging down on the ink. The palm was holding a branch, dripping with water, and it should have been picked up from the ground. Looking further ahead, there was indeed a stupid earthworm lying in a pool of water on the stone steps, slowly squirming.
"When the rain stops, these earthworms that run out of the soil should be dried into earthworms." The ink burned a little embarrassed, "So I want to get them all back into the grass."
Chu nightning asked lightly: "Use branches?"
"… Um."
Seeing that the face of the other side was cold, the ink burned probably because he was worried that the elders of Yuheng would look down on him, so he hurriedly said: "I, I am not afraid of using my hands, but when I was a child, my mother told me that earthworms can't be caught with hands, they will rot their skins. Rotten meat…”
Chu nightning shook his head: "I'm not talking about this."
After he finished speaking, he raised his hand slightly and pointed his fingertips in the air, only to see a soft golden willow branch emerge from the gap of the long bluestone steps. The willow branch wrapped around the earthworm lying in the pool and supported it Put it back in a nearby haystack. Mo Ran opened his eyes wide and was surprised: "What is this?"
"God asks."
"What is God asking?"
Chu nightning glanced at him and said, "It's my weapon."
The ink burned even more surprised: "The elder's weapon... so... so..."
"So small?" Chu nightning spoke for him.
Ink burning: "Hey hey."
Chu nightning flicked his sleeves and looked indifferent: "It naturally has a fierce time."
"Then, can I take a look?"
"Better never see it."
At that time, the ink burning did not understand what Chu nightning said. He turned his head and looked at Liu Teng from the cracks of the stone steps, and rolled all the earthworms that were immersed in the rain. , sent back to the moist soil, gradually revealing an envious look.
Chu nightning suddenly asked: "Want to learn?"
The ink burned for a while, and then he opened his eyes suddenly, and was so surprised that he didn't know what to say. In the end, he would only nod again and again, and a handsome little face was flushed.
Chu nightning said: "After repairing tomorrow morning, go to the bamboo forest behind the platform of good and evil, and I will wait for you there."
After he finished speaking, the white silk shoes stepped on the wet stone steps, clinging to the oil-paper umbrella, and walked straight down the mountain, the ink burned and stared at the floating back of his Wu belt, and after a while, he suddenly reacted to Chu nightning. In an instant, his face turned even redder, and his eyes were surprisingly bright.
He could no longer care about the wetness of the ground, and immediately knelt down and kowtowed, his still tender voice full of eagerness and joy.
"Yes, Master!"
"..." This time, Chu nightning did not agree or stop it. He only stood in place for a moment, and then continued to walk far. The raindrops knocked on the umbrella surface, bit by bit, like a scorpion.
It was not until his back disappeared that the ink burned up from the ground, and it was not until this time that he realized that a golden translucent barrier had been opened on the top of his head at some point, flowing with five flower shadows, covering him. Go to the fine wind and rain.
Chu nightning remembered that when Xue Zhengyi learned of his decision, he was relieved and surprised, and asked him: "Yuheng, why are you willing to accept him?"
At that time, I sat on the high seat of the platform of good and evil, and threw the oil-paper umbrella that the ink burned to him in his hand, the slender knuckles were absent, dawdling over the ancient umbrella handle, and finally said lightly: "Convenient He saves earthworms."
Xue Zhengyi snorted, and the leopard's eyes were wide open, somewhat like a cat.
"Save what?"
Chu nightning did not answer any more, but looked down at the eyes of the green bamboo umbrella, and gradually there was a little smile.
In the blink of an eye, it's been so long.
The young man he accepted as a disciple was honest at first, but went astray in the end, but fortunately, in the end, the young man grew up to be an upright immortal, and did not teach him disappointment.
A little bit of lotus rooted white fingertips out of Luo Wei, Chu nightning from the gap of Xiwei, staring at the sleeping face of the burning ink.
That young man is now a handsome and tall man, his facial features are more profound and distinct than before, and there is a steady and mature aura between his eyebrows and eyes.
It's just the same as before, when the ink burned and fell asleep, the eyebrows would always be slightly wrinkled. He was like this when he was a child, and the two rows of eyelashes drooped very low, as if he was about to be weighed down by heavy thoughts and could no longer be lifted.
Chu nightning felt a little funny, thinking that this person is young, where did he get so much melancholy
Just thinking about it, I suddenly saw the long eyelashes that burned and curled slightly moved, and the eyes slowly opened.
"… "
Chu nightning's fingers immediately stiffened, and he wanted to retract his hand and pretend to sleep.
But Mo Ran is very strange. He doesn't have the spirit of young people, but some older people have the style. In other words, he wakes up very quickly.
And inexplicably, he seems to have a very keen intuition for the subtle changes around the sleeping environment - it seems that he is in danger of assassination all year round, and he moves step by step like walking on thin ice.
Chu nightning has not had time to pull the fingertips back from the gap of the tent, and the sight of the ink burned has accurately landed on that fingertip.
Chu nightning: "..."
It is about the face and reputation of the elders of Yuheng. At the critical moment, Chu nightning had an idea, and simply turned over, the whole hand stretched out the curtain, and hung lazily on the side of the bed.
It looked like this, just now, he wasn't stealing the curtain at all, but the sleeping man turned over, stretched his arms, and inadvertently protruded out of the curtain.
Where can the ink burn to think of a serious and rigid Chu nightning can think of such an idea, and he was easily fooled. He was afraid of waking up Chu nightning, so he got up lightly.
But he didn't leave immediately, but grabbed the wrist of Chu Ning's exposed outside, and carefully put it back between the bedding. After doing this, after a while, Chu nightning heard the sound of the door being pushed open.
The ink burned out.
Chu nightning slightly stretched his eyes and looked at the hazy sky that came in outside the door, and he was a god for a long time.
Maybe it's because he never expected that he and Mo Ran could be together, and he didn't even imagine it in detail, so even after a night, at this time, he still felt that it was all like a dream.
In the impression, the ink burns clearly is secretly admiring Shi Mingjing. Over the years, he stood alone behind them and saw everything clearly.
Watching Mo Ran smiled at Shi Mingjing, watching Mo Ran cook noodles for Shi Mingjing, and watching Mo Ran secretly help Shi Mingjing complete the assignment, looking so happy that no one knew.
In fact, these are all clear to Chu nightning.
For this reason, he had envy, jealousy, discomfort, and unwillingness.
I also thought I was relieved.
In fact, how can it be so easy to be relieved, even if you know it is impossible, you still don't look back, bite your bullet and don't want to leave.
Over the years, Chu nightning himself has asked himself whether it is worthwhile to wait for such a destined fruitless, and whether such obsessive waiting is cheap. But I have asked myself countless times, and each time the answer has come to nothing.
He, Chu nightning, was also a ruthless person who looked at those mad men and women with a cold eye. He couldn't understand why it was so painful. He had to force a feeling in his arms, and he was bruised and bruised, and he refused to discard it. He didn't understand, only when the unrequited karma burned into his heart, could he finally know—
The deep friendship and sincerity in the world are probably the same.
You can let go, but never let go.
Because of this, Chu Wanning, who did not understand Mo Ran's true thoughts on the teacher, was somewhat confused and hesitant. He didn't understand what made Mo Ran willing to look away from Shi Mingjing, and turned to his slightly embarrassed face.
Hmm... because of gratitude
Because of guilt
Want to imitate the female ghost to repay the kindness of the flower demon, so I promise each other
... Damn, shouldn't it be to confess to the teacher and be rejected by the teacher...
Chu nightning was in a daze, and his mind was maddening. For a while, Chen Shimei, the girl of the ghostly ghost, Tianluo, was empathetic and messed up. In the end, the more he thought about it, the more angry he got, and when no one saw it, he kicked the ink and burned it last night. floor with two feet.
The author has something to say: In the confession chapter, after being reminded by Jiyou, I found that I missed several messages from my little baby. I’m really sorry that I didn’t check it when I checked the omissions. I apologize to the friends who were missed that day. , what chirp~
And yesterday, the chapter was judged to be impure by an auditor, and is waiting for the administrator to review it. If it is locked, don't worry, I will appeal.
In addition... kissing on the cheek is not pure, the little sister randomly judges that she will be kicked by a donkey! ! !
Small Theater "I Heard You Are Impure"
The product born from being too resentful because of being reviewed—
Auditor: I heard that you are not pure, so lock the chapters where you have sex.
0.5: You try it.
Auditor: … When I didn't say it, the review passed.
Auditor: I heard that you are impure, lock the chapter you want to have sex.
One point zero: (smiling) Hey, friend, are you serious
Auditor: … Forget it, let’s go over this time, it’s not an example.
Auditor: I heard that you are not pure, so lock the chapters where you have sex.
2:00: I haven't had sex.
Reviewer: Lock your self-released chapter.
2:00: I haven't let myself go.
Reviewer: Lock your kissing chapter! ! !
2:00: ... and never kissed.
Auditor: Damn! I'm going to lock you anyway! ! Say it! What good things have you done!
2:00 (sigh): I'm an honest man, I've only kissed his cheek.
Auditor: (if the treasure is obtained) Good! ! ! (beats up) That's it! You actually kiss someone! shameless! Lock out the chapter where you kiss someone else's cheek! ! ! review you! ! ! !
This story tells us that to be human, we still have to be 0.5.
When two o'clock is to be bullied.
(Hey hey hey, don't talk nonsense!!)