He went back quickly, in addition to filling a bowl of rice, he also took a food box and sat next to Chu Wanning.
Chu night Ningwei was a little surprised and hesitated: "You... don't you go to the table of the teacher?"
The ink burned for a while: "Why should I go to that table?"
Hearing him say this, Chu nightning was so happy, he lowered his eyes and coughed: "I thought the dishes over there were to your taste."
Mo Ran looked at the reddish tip of his ears, and suddenly realized that Chu nightning should not be jealous, right? His heart throbbed, Zhanyan smiled, and whispered in his ear: "Where you are, whatever suits my taste."
Chu nightning's whole ears are red this time.
He originally had his knees against the ink-burning knees, but at this time he felt more sensitive and wanted to move away. The ink burned but was unwilling. Through the cover of the table, he touched the legs of Chu nightning.
"you!"
This sound caught the attention of others: "What happened to Xianjun?"
Chu nightning knew that he had lost his words, and forced himself to calm down: "Nothing."
The ink burned and smiled, and he felt that Chu nightning was really interesting.
In fact, he didn't want to do anything ridiculous and lewd. After all, it was a matter of killing five hundred and one thousand, but he just didn't want Chu Wanning to be so far away from him.
So he dragged Chu Wanning's leg, and naively broke him back, asking him to rely on himself.
Chu nightning moved away again, and he broke it back.
In the end, Chu nightning couldn't stand it anymore, and he kicked him under the table, but he finally stopped running away.
The ink burned and laughed.
Chu nightning said: "You are simply sick."
The two eat.
Mo Ran first glanced at the bowl of Chu Wanning, and it turned out that there were only a few simple vegetables and a piece of tofu, and the soup dumplings had already been eaten by other ignorant children on the table.
The ink burned and handed him the bamboo snack box.
"what?"
Mo Ran whispered: "Xiaolong, six crab roe, six shrimp, I made it for you... shh, don't make a sound, eat it, I know you are on the table, and you can never grab someone else."
"… "
On a table, he was eating a small stove by himself, which was too obvious. Chu nightning felt a little embarrassed and was unwilling to move. But seeing the ink burning black eyes looking at himself seriously and sincerely, there are still some flour crumbs on his cheeks, and he can't say anything if he refuses.
Besides, that sentence, specially made for you, sounds really exciting.
Chu nightning did not speak. After a while, he silently opened the food box, and then erected the lid of the bamboo box. There was no silver and three hundred taels here to eat the delicious and hot crab meat small cage. The rich and hot soup was blown from the blow. The deflectable dough gurgled out, making my heart feel warm.
"Is it delicious?" The man looked at him eagerly, with a look of approval.
Chu nightning bit the chopsticks and said, "It's not bad, you can also taste one."
"I don't eat it, it's all for you." Mo Ran smiled, and the black eyes were light and hot, "You like it, and then have a look at shrimp?"
The man has nothing else to do, and the flour on his cheeks is lined with a pair of black eyes, which makes people feel pitiful and cute.
Although Chu nightning is still a little dazed by the choice of ink burning, he does not understand why he would abandon his teacher and turn to himself, but at this moment, the eyes of ink burning are too pure and too determined, and there is no room for others, enough Reassures anyone who is stared at like this by him.
After dinner, the village chief invited everyone to watch the play outside the ancestral hall. The stage was set up by the river. When the cymbals rang, the huqin was plucked. Liu Wu, his face changed suddenly, the horns grabbed the golden fire lock with his hands, with a rosin nozzle in his mouth, raised his head and bulged his eyes and sprayed angrily, the fire was raging in an instant, and the shining Zhucui head and face sparkled, which won the cheers of the audience. cheers.
This kind of trick Chu Wanning was originally unwilling to watch, one is because the mortal trick is too clumsy, he can see through the mystery at a glance, which has lost a lot of fun and excitement, and the other is because the people watching the show are close to each other, and the scene is lively Extraordinary, he suffered no blessings.
He was not interested, and the teacher was not interested. Both of them planned to leave, the ink burned without speaking, walked beside them, and finally looked back at the stage.
The teacher said gently: "Let's go, it's too late to go back, the Lord should be worried."
"Um."
The ink burned without much words, and bowed to keep up. But after walking a few steps, I heard Chu Xiaoning asked faintly: "Do you want to see it?"
"It's very interesting to play Wang Kai and Shi Chong fighting rich."
He didn't say he wanted to see it, and he didn't say he didn't want to see it, but Chu nightning listened to him quietly and said, "Then go back and read it before leaving."
The teacher was slightly stunned: "Master, staying for dinner is already delaying the time to deliver the appointment. If you stay to watch the show..."
Chu nightning said: "Just watch this one, and leave after reading it."
The teacher was very gentle and said with a smile: "Okay, listen to the teacher."
The three of them went back to the stage and squeezed into the lively crowd. Many of those Limins in Linyi had never been to Sichuan and Sichuan before, and they had never seen Sichuan opera. They were shocked and sighed by the dancing sleeves and the dazzling face change. Small children could not see the table, and some were carried by adults to ride. On their necks, some climbed to the table and looked around on their feet.
"The king gave me that coral jade tree, which is splendid and glorious—"
"Wang Kai" and "Shi Chong" on the stage were clambering up to the rich, honorable and prosperous, blushing and trying to push each other down.
"Fifty miles of purple silk paved the way back, who can be?"
"Okay! Hahaha, another paragraph!"
The eyes of everyone watching the play were full of light, the children stuffed the cakes in their mouths, freed their hands, and followed the adults to slap desperately.
This is not the high-level cultivation world where there are thousands of manners. No one sits and watches a play foolishly, sipping jasmine tea coldly, the attendant pinches his back, and the maid holds a fan. The taste is dull, and a song of Farewell My Concubine sounds like Farewell to the Bastard.
These people are simple and simple, full of enthusiasm, all standing and applauding, stepping on their feet and shouting, vulgar and lively. Chu nightning stood in this wave of front chest and back, but he didn't know how to deal with it. A boring person like him would probably rather sit in the upper repair world and listen to Wang Babie's crickets, rather than watch Wang Kaidou in the crowd. Shi Chong's.
Like him, there was another person who didn't like this intense emotion.
The teacher stood for a while, and it seemed that the sound of the suona and cymbal gave him a headache, but he still stood in the same place with a good temper, until a big man next to him was boiling with enthusiasm because he saw the section of "Breaking the Coral Tree" and jumped. When I got up and slapped my hands, I accidentally bumped into the tea held by another man next to him, and the hot tea splashed all over the teacher in front of him.
"Ah! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
"Xianjun, I'm really embarrassed, you look at my thick hands and feet."
The teacher said: "It doesn't matter, it's not in the way."
But the clothes were dirty and wet. He sighed and said helplessly to Chu nightning: "Master, or I will go back first, go back and change clothes, and then tell the results of the delegation with the master."
Chu nightning said: "Okay, be careful on your way."
The teacher smiled and said hello to the ink burning, and then left first. Chu nightning thinks that his escape technique is good, why don't he find someone to hit him? In this way, you don't have to be wrapped up by the crowd of enthusiastic people. Just thinking about this, he suddenly heard another burst of cheers and cheers around him. He raised his eyes and looked up on the stage. It was the character who played Wang Kai who was playing in a furious place. Suddenly, a huge hot flame was spit out into the river.
"boom-"
The river was glistening, and the sparkling water was dipped in orange-red.
"Wow! Good!"
"Spit again! Again!"
"..." Chu nightning didn't understand, what's so good about it... Let Xue Meng come over and burn a hundred times without a fire bag.
There was a lack of interest, and I suddenly saw a smile on the side of the ink. The tall man didn't need to step on his feet at all, he just stood there calmly, and no one could block his sight. His handsome face was illuminated by the firelight, his dimples were deep, his eyes were soft but deep, and there seemed to be something in his heart that no one could really despise.
Aware of Chu Wanning's eyes, he turned back, but smiled more clearly, the black eyes seemed to be a little wet, and there seemed to be nothing, just Chu Wanning's illusion.
"When I was a child, I often went to the theater to listen to this show. Every time I couldn't wait for the show to finish, I was chased away by the uncle who was in charge." Mo Ran's tone was casual and calm, "This is the first time I have listened to the whole show. Now... Do you like it, Master?"
"… "
Chu nightning looked at his eyes and finally said.
"Well, not bad."
The ink-burning smile blooms, and the night seems to be lit up. The stage suddenly sings and sings. Once it comes out, it ends, and it starts again. The eyebrows are like smoke, the indigo feathers are shy, the king is exhausted, and the cheap concubine He Liaosheng—
"Oh, Farewell My Concubine." Mo Ran turned his head and glanced at it and smiled, "Let's go, Doufu has finished reading, and you are satisfied, let's go back."
"Look a little longer."
"Um?"
"It's not boring, it's okay to watch it a few more times."
The ink burned slightly raised his eyebrows, which seemed to be pleasantly surprised, and then smiled brightly: "Okay."
Farewell My Concubine, Jinshan Temple, sentenced to double nails, sitting on the building to kill Xi.
One after another, no one left, and as the hours got darker, people became more and more cheerful and in high spirits.
There are old men who are following Mrs. Yan on the stage and read: "A good word is warm in three winters, and a bad word hurts people in the cold in June—"
When the performance was intense, Song Jiang violently killed and won the applause of the whole house. The applause even overshadowed the singing of the actors on the stage. The villagers who were drunk by Chu Wanning laughed and shoved their shoulders, but they said that there was no way to go back. It's not easy to attack, just when he was in trouble, a pair of warm hands clasped his shoulders.
He turned his head and was facing the burning eyes. The man did not know when he had stood behind him, smiled, brought him over, and let him lean on himself and no longer be disturbed by the people around him.
For a while, the laughter and the sound of gongs and drums became so distant. Chu night Ning Ergen was slightly hot, and he looked at the ink for a while, and finally turned his face and did not want to see him again.
It's just that the temperature behind him is so hot, the breath is so burning, his strong chest is against him, and his big hands with clear knuckles are wrapped around his shoulders. When the drums became denser, the fire-breathing drama appeared again, and people's eyes were attracted, shouting, shouting, and clapping their hands.
Chu nightning also wanted to reluctantly clapped his hands twice, pretending to be calm.
But before the hand was raised, the whole person was wrapped in ink from behind. Maybe it’s because I think no one will notice, or maybe it’s because the people around me are pushing and shoving it closer, or maybe it’s just because I want to be closer to the people I’m close to in such a grand bustle, and then a little bit closer, I wish I couldn't rub it together, my bones and blood blend together.
In short, Mo Ran lowered his eyes, hugged him from behind, wrapped him in his arms, his strong arms embraced the person in his arms, and then turned his face to the side, kissing Chu at the moment when the fire on the stage illuminated the night. Night Ning's ears.
The flames suddenly rose, brightening the actor's face, and burning into the hearts of the audience.
"Thank you for staying with me." Mo Ran said in his ear, his voice was low and hoarse, very gentle, "I know, in fact, you don't like it."
"...I think too much, I like it."
Mo Ran smiled lightly, stopped talking, hugged him tighter, and pressed his chin to his neck.
The fire flickered, and Chu nightning suddenly wanted to ask a question, so he said: "Ink burning, why are you..."
"Hahaha, good!"
His voice was weak, and it was swallowed up by the clamor of people in an instant.
The ink burned and asked: "What?"
"...Nothing." Chu nightning's face was slightly red, and he was gently covered by thin anger. He didn't want to ask this sentence a second time, and it exhausted all his strength. At this moment, he only felt very embarrassed, no I would like to speak again.
The ink burned for a while, but he didn't actually hear Wanning's question clearly, but suddenly said: "The person I like has always been you."
"… "
The heartbeat suddenly increased.
"It's always been you, but I'm too stupid to distinguish my mind."
Dong Dong Dong, my heart was beating like a drum, and the sound of the cymbals on the stage seemed to be covered by the reverberation in my chest.
"sorry."
"… "
"I made you wait a long time."
The eyes are full of fireworks, the ears are buzzing, I can't hear anything, the sky is spinning, I don't know whether my feet are on the ground or the clouds, only the person behind me is real, the wind used to have no color or trace. , but now it has become a burning breath of ink lingering on the tip of the nose.
Chu nightning actually didn't want to listen to too many explanations. What he wanted was an affirmation from his beloved. At this time, he suddenly got this affirmation, and he could no longer see everything around him. He was dizzy and felt that everything was colorful. He couldn't think or move. .
The author has something to say: Don't worry about the random entry of opera repertoire, after all, it's an overhead 23333
Small Theater "Assist of a Village in Yuliang"
Junior Sister: Alas, I think this village is full of malice towards me.
Dog: How do you see it
Junior Sister: I won’t mention the number one assist player named Ling’er. It’s all in the past anyway, but I’m standing watching a play and someone throws me tea? I haven't played for so long, I just came out for a show, can't the NPC be more friendly to me
Gouzi: Hmm... Probably the people in this village are the group performers of the cat and dog press team (laughing and crying).