The most important person in the world for ink burning, except for Chu Wanning, is the teacher.
I once thought that I was in love with my teacher, but later I found out that it was not, but my intention to treat him well and cherish him has not changed.
Although I will gradually feel that the teacher has become unfamiliar, I feel that this tall, charming man is like another person. Although the original bowl of copying hands was only ordered by the teacher and sent for Chu Wanning, no matter what, Shi Mingjing was the original Shi Mingjing.
It was the companion who smiled at him and stretched out his hand in the darkness and despair.
When he was lonely and unwilling, he was the senior brother who accompanied him and was willing to comfort him.
I remember that the teacher is also an orphan. There is no longer a relative in this world. Xue Meng is proud and arrogant. Although he has a good relationship with the teacher, for so many years, the teacher has not called Xue Meng's name, but Respectfully call him the young master.
The only one who can really call a "friend" with the teacher is probably only himself.
As a result, he also broke his heart.
Xue Meng hid in the bamboo forest, folded his arms and looked at it for a long time, and saw that the ink burned there motionless, playing with the silver comb, as if he had something on his mind.
After waiting for half an hour, there was no movement, and Xue Meng began to feel like an idiot—
What do you think, how do you think the relationship between Master and Mo Ran? Is his brain broken... The more he stood, the more embarrassed he became. The more he fought, the more inexplicable he felt. At the end, Xue Meng turned around and wanted to leave, but it turned out to be the same brother. He and Mo Ran made almost the same mistake.
Relaxed for a while, unable to control the footsteps.
The ink burned up and said solemnly through the gauze: "Who?"
"… "
Under the moonlight, Xue Meng stepped out reluctantly, without embarrassment, his eyes dodged, and he coughed lightly.
The ink burned for a while: "What are you doing?"
"Only the state officials are allowed to set fire, and the people are not allowed to light the lamp?" Xue Meng did not dare to look at the burning eyes, his eyes were erratic, but he was plausible, but his face was red, "I just want to see the master."
Mo Ran's mind moved, and vaguely understood the possibility of Xue Meng following him, and he couldn't help but look stiff, but he quickly adjusted his expression, and before Xue Meng was aware of it, he regained his composure.
"Since you're here, sit down for a while."
Xue Meng did not refuse, and followed into the bamboo pavilion.
The ink burned and asked him: "Want to drink tea, or wine?"
"Tea." Xue Meng said, "Drinking will make you drunk."
There are both wine and tea on the table. The ink burns a small red clay stove, and the flame lights up in the night. According to the outline of his distinct facial features, he boils the eight treasures tea on the stove, and the two brothers sit alone in the bamboo pavilion. On the bench, one leaned against the pavilion column, waiting for the water to boil and the tea to cook.
Xue Meng asked him: "Why are you so early? Originally, the teacher should be worth half a night."
"There is nothing left or right, so I came here." Mo Ran smiled, "Aren't you also?"
Xue Meng thought about it, and it seemed to be the case.
The ink burning should be the same as himself, just caring about the master. After all, after the first battle of the sky crack, the ink burning gradually changed. Now that many years have passed, he is very different from the boy who used to compare the money. Chu nightning uses The apprentice who was saved by his life finally grew into an upright man.
Lowering his eyelashes, Xue Meng pondered for a moment and smiled.
The ink burned and asked: "What?"
"No, I remembered the last retreat." Xue Meng said, "At that time, you were not convinced by the master. For ten days, you took a look at him, and then said that you were not capable enough, for fear that you would not be able to serve him. , went to daddy's place to sort out the book collection. I was still angry with you at that time, I never thought that after seven years, you would become like this. "
The ink burned for a while, and then said: "People will change."
Xue Meng asked: "I want to give you another chance, let you go back to seven years ago, are you still running?"
"What do you say?"
Xue Meng really thought about it seriously, and then said: "I am afraid that I will think about ten days and ten nights, and I will be with the master."
The ink burned down and smiled.
"Hey, what are you laughing at." Xue Meng changed his posture, one foot rested on the bench of the bamboo pavilion, his elbow rested leisurely, his head and neck leaned back slightly, his eyes turned to the end of his eyes, and he looked at his hall. Brother, "Now you and I have the same intentions for Master. What I think, you should not be too different."
The ink burned down: "Well."
Xue Mengyi crossed his eyes and looked at the wind chimes in Tingjiao, saying: "It's very good, when the master died, I resented that he exchanged his life for your life, but today, it seems that you are not at all. conscience."
The ink burned and didn't know what to say, and it was "um" again.
The bells are ringing, jingling in the wind.
After a few moments of silence, Xue Meng couldn't help turning his head, his eyes were burning, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he suddenly asked him: "Cough, what, there is actually something, I want to ask you."
"you say."
"Tell me the truth, that day in the back mountain, you..."
Mo Ran actually knows that Xue Meng has always wanted to ask this question.
After going around for so long, I still haven't escaped. He waited for him to go on.
But Xue Meng snorted for a long time, his face was white and red, red and white, and finally he couldn't say that sentence, he only looked at the ink and said: "You really... Are you looking for sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes? "
The water boiled, and the wisps of steam rose and fell in the cold night, gathering and dissipating.
The eyes of the two people met, Xue Meng's eyes were full of anxiety, flashing hot flames, and the black eyes of the ink burned the ancient well without waves and bottomless.
"It's time for tea."
Xue Meng suddenly grabbed his arm and stared at him: "Are you really looking for sweet-scented sweet-scented osmanthus rice cake?!"
"… "
The ink burned for a moment, broke free of his hand, and went to the table to pick up the dark cast iron pot, one cup per person, full.
Then he lifted his eyes and said, "If we're not looking for sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented sweet-scented rice cakes, what else are we doing?"
"you-"
"Master will not fool you easily. If you don't believe me, you have to believe him."
Xue Meng seemed to be pinching a seven-inch snake, and the hand on his knee twitched slightly, and then he lowered his head abruptly: "I didn't believe him."
"Then let's drink tea." Mo Ran sighed, "What do you think about all day long, some are not." He bowed his head and blew the steaming heat. In the mist of water, his face seemed so Handsome, but a little blurry, like a mirror in the moonlight, teaching people to not see the real thing.
Eight Treasures tea is warm and has a salty and mellow taste. Xue Meng took a few sips slowly. He felt that the gurgling heat made the frantic heartbeat gradually calm down. hot.
Xue Meng bowed his head, suddenly stunned, as if talking to the ink, and talking to himself: "I really care about him so much that I think so much, a little bit of trouble, I'm all..."
"I know." Mo Ran said, "Me too."
Xue Meng turned his face and looked at him.
The ink burned against the pavilion, the tea in the cup was not exhausted, he took another sip, and then said: "Just because of this, I misunderstood the teacher, you are at least better than me, not so impulsive."
Xue Mengluoqi: "No wonder he left without saying a word to you, what did you misunderstand him?"
"... Don't say it." Mo Ran smiled bitterly, "I can think more than you."
Xue Meng wrinkled his nose: "He is a pitiful person. In the famine, people change their children to eat. If he is not rescued by his father, he will become the meat of the hungry people... The teacher has always treated you very well, you can Don't bully him."
The ink burned: "Well, I know that I was excited for a while before, and I won't be in the future."
The two were guarding Chu Wanning in the pavilion, chatting with each other in a word and a word.
This feeling is very wonderful. The ink burns and looks at the moonlight. Xue Meng's handsome, somewhat arrogant face is that this person opened a hole in his chest in his previous life, and every time he met was accompanied by tears and blood.
I didn't expect them to be able to speak so calmly, cook tea and wine under the moonlight under the lotus pond.
Yes, cook wine.
After the tea was finished, Xue Meng did not intend to leave.
The ink burns and heats up a pot of wine, drinks a few cups, and accompanies the words, as long as you are not drunk, it is harmless.
But he seems to have looked at Xue Meng's alcohol intake.
They are four masters and apprentices, and the one who can't pour a thousand cups is Chu Wanning, and he can make do with himself. The amount of alcohol in the teacher is very poor, but the most hopeless is Xue Meng.
Two small cups of pear white, this person is a little dizzy, and his speech is too big.
Mo Ran was worried about causing trouble, so he hurriedly collected the wine and stopped drinking it for him.
Although Xue Meng's consciousness is chaotic, but it has not been completely lost, it is still clear, his face is red, he smiled and said: "Keep it away, I... I can't drink anymore."
"Well." Mo Ran said, "Go back and rest, can you go? You can't go and let my uncle come over."
"Oh, I don't need him to come over, I don't need him to come over." Xue Meng waved his hand with a smile, "I can walk back myself and recognize the way."
The ink burned uneasy, stretched out a finger and put it in front of him: "How much is this?"
"one."
He also pointed to Chu nightning: "Who is this?"
Xue Meng smiled: "Brother fairy."
"… speak politely."
"Haha, Master, I recognize it." Xue Meng smiled while holding the pillar.
Mo Ran frowned, and scolded Xue Meng for how his alcohol intake was getting worse year by year. He was still uneasy, and he pointed to himself and asked him: "What about me, you see clearly, don't joke, who am I?"
Xue Meng stayed for a while.
Time seems to overlap with the old image at this moment. On the New Year's Eve of Meng Potang, Xue Meng was also drunk, and recognized the face of the teacher, saying that Chu nightning was a fairy brother, and then looked at the ink burning, laughing and saying that the ink burning is a dog.
Mo Ran looked at him calmly, preparing that if he said a dog again, he would first secretly beat Xue Meng, and then ask Xue Zhengyi to come and bring the little drunk back.
But Xue Meng looked at him and stared blankly for a while, and there was no strange expression on his face. Finally, his lips opened and he pouted slightly, as if to make the sound of "dog".
Mo Ran intends to reach out and cover his mouth.
"elder brother… "
The hand that has not been raised froze, Xue Meng looked at him dimly, and slowly, quietly, shouted: "Brother."
The ink burned for a while, as if being stung by a bee sting, the stinging pain filled with severe pain, and the severe pain became numb and sour because of the poison. His throat was blocked, and he couldn't say a word. He only stared at Xue Meng's face, young, arrogant, and high-spirited facial features.
On this face, Mo Ran is used to hatred, anger, and contempt.
But I have never seen his expression at this moment.
Xue Mengmo held the Dragon City saber on his waist, and it was the ink that burned down the big goblin charm at all costs, seized the best spirit stone, and sent it to embed it for him.
Without this sword, he may not be able to win the first place in the Lingshan Conference. Without this sword, he may only be reduced to a nameless cultivator, bearing Zhong Yong's wounds.
When he was sober, for one reason or another, out of self-esteem and face, he never said a word of thanks to Mo Ran, but he was actually very uncomfortable - when he wiped Longcheng every day, he was full of emotions Thousands, mixed feelings.
Especially after the Confucianism door came back, knowing that Mo Ran saved himself from Xu Shuanglin, Xue Meng was even more tormented. After waking up, I heard that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were still missing. He cried bitterly, and everyone thought him. He was just crying about his master, only Xue Meng knew that that night, he was holding the Longcheng saber, lying on the sickbed, looking at the darkness, and said hoarsely:
"Brother, I'm sorry."
Where are you... Are you and Shizun... all right...
The ink burned and couldn't speak, and couldn't move the footsteps. The whole person seemed to freeze, and stood in the same place.
Yesterday was like passing water, rushing past before my eyes.
He thought of the death and life of the previous life, Xue Meng went up the mountain alone, standing in the cold Wushan Temple, and asked him the whereabouts of Chu Wanning with red eyes.
Xue Meng said: "Mo Weiyu, look back..."
He thought that after he became the Emperor Treading Immortal, Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue ambush and assassinate, Mei Hanxue blocked his way in the blue sky and daytime, Xue Meng drank angrily, his face was twisted and ferocious, the machete pierced his chest, and the blood rushed.
Xue Meng said: "Mo Weiyu, no one can save you, there is no room for you in this world!"
He thought of pieces of hatred, angry, fiery, dragons and snakes dancing.
He thought of the day when Chu nightning died in this life, Xue Meng suddenly jumped up and roared and pressed him on the wall, his carotid artery burst out, and he snarled like a trapped beast: "How can you say that he doesn't save you... How can you say He doesn't save you!!"
Suddenly, my mind flashed, and a faint light seemed to light up in front of my eyes.
Maybe it was the ink burning that stood so stiffly, it was too long, so long that it reminded him of the earliest, earliest and most vague memory.
He seemed to have seen two teenagers, one was very thin, shrank and panicked, like an abandoned dog who was accustomed to being beaten, squatting uneasy in front of the small table in the disciple's room, squatting on the bench, clenching his small hands tightly, guarding the Knees, motionless, that was himself.
There is also a young man with a face like snow jade, arrogant and cute, like a little pheasant with bright, proud and dazzling wings. His eyes stared at him unblinkingly.
"My mother asked me to come and see you." The young Xue Meng snorted, "I heard that you are my cousin?... You look really shabby."
The ink burned without saying a word, lowered his head, and was not used to being stared at so closely to look at his appearance.
Xue Meng asked: "Hey, what's your name? Mo... That Mo... What? Tell me, I don't remember."
"… "
"What about you, why didn't you say anything?"
"… "
"Are you dumb?!"
Three times there was no sound, and the young Xue Meng laughed angrily: "I said that you are my cousin. Seeing that you are obedient, thin, and run away when the wind blows, how can I have such a shameful brother, it's a joke."
The ink burned down and lowered his head, ignoring him more and more.
It was silent like this, and suddenly there was a bright red in front of him, and the person who handed him this bright red was too rude, almost poked the tip of his nose, and the ink burned for a while, only to find that it was a string of candied haws.
"For you."
Xue Mengdao.
"I can't eat it anyway."
He brought a box of snacks, and he was still on the table casually, with a charitable attitude, but the ink burned and looked at him. He only felt that he was very generous and generous. No one was willing to give him so many things before, even kneeling. There is no request.
"Here… "
"What?" Xue Meng frowned, "What do you want to say?"
"Can I eat all of this?"
"what?"
"Actually, only one is enough... If you can't eat it, I will... "
"Are you sick? Are you a dog? Eat what others have left?" Xue Meng widened his eyes and said incredulously, "Of course it's all yours! This whole bunch, this whole box, is yours. !"
The lacquered wood dessert box is exquisitely crafted, and there are cranes and auspicious clouds drawn by gold powder on it, which is an atmospheric style that Mo Ran has never seen before.
He didn't dare to reach out, but his black eyes kept staring at the box. He saw that Xue Meng was a little hairy. He simply raised his hand and opened the snack box for him. , a total of nine, some golden and crisp, some pink and soft, and some have crystal clear skin, which can be broken by blowing a bullet, and you can faintly see the soft red bean paste inside.
The young Xue Meng didn't even look at it, and pushed the whole box of snacks in front of him, and said impatiently: "Eat it quickly, if it's not enough, I still have it there, I can't finish it, just give it to you. "
This little boy has a bad attitude and a very bad tone. His black and white round eyes are still turned upwards, and his nostrils are pointing upwards to look down on the virtues of people.
But the dim sum fruit handed to him was sweet and glutinous.
Across the bitterness, blood and blood of two lives, that little sweetness seems to have returned to the tip of the tongue like this. The ink burned and looked at Xue Meng's drunk face under the moonlight. Xue Meng also squinted his eyes and looked at him. After a while, Xue Meng smiled, drunk, and he didn't know what he was laughing.
He loosened the pillar he was holding, and seemed to want to pat the ink-burning shoulder, but he was unsteady, staggered, and fell into the ink-burning arms.
"Um... bro..."
Mo Ran was stunned, and then slowly lowered his eyes, patted Xue Meng's back lightly, the night wind blew, his broken hair covered half of his handsome face, no one knew what Mo Ran looked like, After a long time, Xue Meng, who was too poor in alcohol, fell asleep in his arms. At this time, the ink burned and said hoarsely-
"Xue Meng, I'm sorry, I don't deserve to be your brother..."
The author has something to say:
Small Theater "It's a Real Thing"
Today, I received a cake from a friend. She wrote "Chu Wanning is the most handsome" on the cake.
I felt very unhappy, so I solemnly warned her that the most handsome person in the text was Gou Gong, and I would not accept any refutation.
She said to me, "Am I going to write Ergouzi the most handsome?"
I:"… "
She: "Or is it the most handsome to write ink burning?"
Me: "Is there anything I can't do?"
She: "Come on, I haven't seen such a male pig's foot name of Jake Sue since elementary school. It's like a novel male pig's foot when the station was just built. I don't want to tell the clerk to be embarrassed."
… bah.
I just discussed with her, and with her approval, I will expose her former name:
Strong hair. (Gender: Female)
It didn't change until I got into middle school.
So what qualification does she have to complain about the dog's name! ! !