These days, both in the upper and lower cultivation worlds, there is a rumor that the Tianyin Pavilion law field, which has stood for thousands of years, has been robbed for the first time. And the prisoner was actually the world's largest master, Chu Wanning. He killed eleven elites in Tianyin Pavilion, injured hundreds, and left with the felony prisoner Mo Weiyu.
Some people say that Chu Wanning is crazy, and some people say that Chu Wanning, like Mo Weiyu, is a beast. There are also some people who saw the details clearly because they were close at the time, and said angrily - the relationship between Chu Wanning and Mo Ran is not right, there is something tricky and dirty between them.
But no matter what the outsiders said, Chu Wanning and Mo Weiyu never appeared on the rivers and lakes, and no one knew their whereabouts.
The most pure master in the world has taken away the most dangerous evil spirit in the world.
Then, disappeared.
The wooden windows are half-open, the snow is as crisp, the moss marks on the outside of the curtains are new and green, and the flowers fall at four or five points.
Four days have passed since the Tianyin Pavilion turmoil, and there is already a mess of porridge outside, and there are all kinds of judgments. Only in this empty mountain is a little quiet.
Suddenly, someone came from the depths of this empty forest and walked into the color and ink scrolls framed by the window. It was cold in the house, so he piled the firewood beside the fire, added a few pieces of chopped wood to the hearth, and lit the weak flame.
This place is in disrepair and has not been used for a long time. Although it has been roughly cleaned up, there is still a musty smell in the air. For this reason, he deliberately broke a branch of white plum with dew from the outside, and brought it back and put it on the head of the bed.
Chu nightning sat down and looked at the man lying on the narrow couch.
It's the fourth day and I still haven't woken up.
Since he got out of the hands of Ta Xianjun that day, he used the spells he learned in the past life and the spiritual power that he had not lost in this life to finally hang the ink in this breath. But after so long, the ink burning is still groggy, life is hanging by a thread, and the spiritual core can no longer be repaired.
"This house was built by my master when he traveled. It has been unoccupied for too long, and there is always a smell." Chu nightning looked at his face with a focused expression, "I know you don't like incense, but you don't hate flowers. . I brought a plum, it should be able to bloom for a long time."
The ink burned and the eyelashes fell.
The way he fell asleep seemed very quiet and peaceful, a rare tranquility in his life.
In the past few days, Mo Ran has been sleeping so quietly. After Chu nightning was done with what he should do, he stayed by his side and talked to him.
In the past, when the two of them got along, they always talked a lot about one person, and he listened by the side.
Unexpectedly, one day the person who speaks and the person who hears it will be reversed.
"The enchantment outside has been reinforced, and the forbidden spells have been laid, and no one will find it here." Chu nightning said, "The firewood and food have also been brought back, and there will be no other things for a while."
After a pause, he sighed, "You, why are you still unwilling to wake up?"
He said, stretched out his hand, and touched the burning hair.
The pond fire flickered. He sat by the bed again and waited for a long time, until the shadows cast on the ground moved with the sunlight, but he still didn't wait for the man to open his eyes.
Chu nightning closed the eyelashes and sighed softly.
"Since you still want to sleep, then go to sleep... I will continue to tell you the story I told you yesterday."
"I'm sorry, you said that you like listening to bedtime stories, but I can't tell anything... So, I can only talk about what we have experienced before." He lowered his eyebrows and was silent for a while, then said warmly, "Well... I told you yesterday. Where have you been?… Let me think about it. By the way, when I found out that you were under the curse in my last life, I always wanted to untie it for you.”
Chu nightning said: "But the eight bitter and long-lasting hatred is too deeply rooted, and it is useless for me to do anything. I finally solved it in this life, but I never thought it would become like this."
He touched the back of the ink-burning cold hand.
It's always so cold.
He held the ink-burning hand like this, and whispered such and such words to him.
In the past, because of conspiracy and character, the two of them never shared a lot of words on the table, so that they went on different paths.
Chu nightning regrets it.
What if there was more candor? Will everything change, and will I find out that Mo Ran has been poisoned earlier.
Is it possible to go back.
"You have lived a new life and have always wanted to atone for your sins." Chu nightning closed his eyes and sighed, and in the end, his voice was so condensed that he couldn't say anything, "But do you still remember, how did you fall into the bitterness and hatred? You Think about it... The ink burns, you think about it... "
You never owe me.
From the beginning, I owe you.
Please, wake up.
If you can wake up, if you can remember those lost memories, you will know... The truth of all this started from that rainy night when I retreated seven years ago.
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That is the node where he changed his fate with the ink burning. It was a day in his life that he didn't take seriously. On that day, the red lotus water pavilion was swaying in the wind and rain, the rain was rushing from the roof tiles, and the thunder and lightning flashed, but he couldn't hear it.
Chu night Ning Ling core is weak, and that year just came to be repaired.
In order to make the disciples around him feel at ease, he cast the devoid of sound spell on himself before retreating, and then sat quietly in the pavilion, his consciousness entering Taixu.
So he couldn't see the tension in front of him.
On that day, in front of him, in the sound of thunderstorms, in the red lotus waterside, the ink burned and the teacher stared at each other, the ink burned pale, and the teacher looked gloomy.
A truth that Chu nightning did not know before, slowly unfolded in the night rain.
In that retreat, Mo Ran, who had just entered the teacher's door, felt aggrieved because of the "picking flowers" incident.
But how can the angry words of young people be taken seriously
After two nights, the ink burned still remembered the gratitude but not the grudge, suppressed the distress in the heart, and went to the red lotus waterside alone, wanting to take the class of the teacher.
But he didn't expect that because of this accident, he ran into the conspiracy that changed his life-
The teacher is casting Gu on Chu Wanning.
Dazed, shocked, fearful, angry, disappointed. In an instant, the internal organs were burned through.
He rushed forward and grabbed the sharp blade in the hands of the teacher - low drink, like a beast roaring: "What are you doing?!"
Shi Mingjing only took a moment to be surprised, and then a pair of gentle and beautiful peach blossom eyes narrowed.
He smiled: "Who do I know, now this red lotus water pavilion has many barriers, only our three apprentices can enter, and the head of this life and death. Whether it is young master or respecting the master, who is here? It's all trouble, but luckily it's you."
The ink burned in a hurry, he was panting, his thin body stopped in front of Chu nightning, and the night wind was blowing the clothes and broken hair.
He stared closely at the teacher's face.
"What are you going to do while the master is in retreat? You...you..." At that time, the ink burned even couldn't believe that the gentle and soft-spoken senior brother Mingjing would have a second fierce devil face, "Who are you?! "
The teacher laughed out loud: "A burning is so cute, I am naturally your Mingjing brother. Otherwise, who can I be?"
He looked at the way the ink burned and protected Chu nightning.
A new disciple, so insignificant and beyond his own ability.
Like a lame joke.
"Didn't you say that you hate Shizun and don't want to see him again?"
Because the teacher is in the chest, he teases him and laughs at him unhurriedly.
"When I gave you a copy of the hand, you told me that you hated a ruthless person like Shizun. Why did you change your mind within two days and came to him again."
"If I don't find him, who knows what you will do today!" Mo Ran is angry and sad, "Shi Mingjing, I thought you were good at that time, and I believed you at that time!"
"Oh, you are so good at coaxing yourself, who's to blame?" Shi Mei smiled and said, "A bowl of hand-picking, a few words of warmth will deceive you. In fact, you are a dog that no one wants, who will give you one. A bone, you just go with him."
"… "
"Why do you stare at me like this, how about it, is it delicious to copy hands?"
The ink is burning and the teeth are cold, and his black eyes appear wet and cold in the night. After a while, the throat is twitching: "Shi Mingjing... Your heart is actually black."
The teacher is still smiling: "The black one is the heart that has been caught, and the heart that is sick. My heart is not sick or painful. Naturally, it is the same as you and the master at the moment. It is red."
He paused, then twisted his delicate white fingers, and an extremely gorgeous flower appeared on the tip of his finger. The flower was budding, yet to be opened, the black petals, the edge of which flashed silver light.
The teacher was obsessed with the flower, and sniffed lightly on the tip of his nose.
Flowers are beautiful, charming and full of dangers.
Chilling.
The ink burned and muttered: "What are you going to do..."
The teacher raised his eyes, long eyelashes, peach blossom eyes, and a smile, he looked in a good mood: "Actually, it's useless to explain to you, I just need to cast a spell, you will soon tell what happened tonight. If you forget it, you won't remember anything."
Black flowers held his scallion fingers.
"However, looking at the same sect, it's not impossible to tell you." The teacher said, "This is the flower bud that my mother gave birth to, and it is the eight bitter and eternal hatred flower that I have worked so hard to cultivate. If no one appreciates it, it will be Disappearing in the world, I feel that there is also a lack of taste."
"Eight bitter... long hatred?"
"Junior brother, there are eight sufferings in life, and there is eternal hatred in death. There is a kind of flower seed left by the demons in this world, which is extremely difficult for mortals to cultivate, called eight sufferings and eternal hatred." The teacher's voice is gentle and elegant, "This kind of flower, when you are young, you want to drink people. After the blood blooms, it needs to take root in people's hearts, absorb the kindness and warmth in the heart, and grow sinister and hatred."
As he spoke, he fondly stroked the black leaflet.
"No matter how good people in this world are, as long as there is a trace of dissatisfaction in their hearts, they can be spawned by the Eight Sufferings, and gradually... become the devil who kills without blinking an eye."
There was a gleam like snake scales in his eyes.
The peach blossom eyes turned and stared at Chu Wanning, who was meditating.
The ink burned and Li Ran: "Do you want to plant the flower of eternal hatred in the heart of the master?!!"
"Why are you so surprised." The teacher smiled. "He is the number one master in the world. You said, if he became a devil, how powerful would he be?"
"Are you crazy?! How can you... how can you bear... "
"He's cold-blooded and inhumane - didn't you say it?" The teacher said faintly, "I made him the one you hate the most, Junior Brother, from now on you can justly hate him, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds."
The ink-burning scalp is about to explode, and the spine is numb due to the embarrassment.
"You... absurd... That's what I said on a whim, I, I don't hate him, please put it down, don't hurt him like this... "
The teacher said with interest: "Why?"
Why
He is so good, and on the table of the red lotus water pavilion, there are all the blueprints he drew, whether he made mechas or weapons, never for himself, but for the safety of others.
He was pure and clean, like the first fresh snow falling from the sky in early winter.
Although he is strict and sometimes unfriendly, he will hold his hand over and over again and teach himself to read and hyphenate.
Will accompany him to practice martial arts, from day to night is long.
He is willing to accept himself, and Mo Weiyu is no longer lonely, only fake relatives and happiness.
Since then there is a real identity.
- Chu nightning's disciple.
"You can't hurt him..." Mo Ran anxiously, he wanted to wake up the master, but he didn't know what to do at all, he could only stubbornly stand in front of Chu Wanning, "He can't become a ghost, he is so good , if you let him kill... he'll be sad."
I don't know how to express the strong grief and anger in my heart, so I can only persuade me with the simplest and most simple, even incoherent sentences.
It was as if he hadn't had time to learn any spells, so he could only resist with his emaciated body.
It is extremely painful to have a good man kill.
In the fire of the drunk jade building, he had already felt it to the bone.
The teacher looked at him, only to find it funny.
"Sad? When he becomes that kind of person, he won't be sad. Ah Ran, you don't have to worry about it."
"But why did you do this?! Why did you have to hurt him?!"
The teacher didn't answer immediately this time. He lowered his eyelashes, paused for a moment, and said lightly: "Because I also have things I have to do."
"… "
"I need the strongest power for my use." The teacher pursed his lips, "You won't understand."
The young man is almost doing his own poor strength, trying to convince the unfathomable senior brother in front of him.
"You don't know what kind of person Master is, even if... even if you treat him like this, polish all the kindness in his heart and make him a murderer, he won't just listen to you, for the sake of What you use—you… you can't."
"How do you know that I can't do it?" The teacher chuckled, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, in this flower of eight bitter and eternal hatred, I melted half of my own remnant soul. As long as the flower is happy, I will slowly love it. Come on me, for a lifetime, incomprehensible."
The ink burned in horror: "You are crazy!!"
The teacher Shi Shiran approached them. The night was brightened by thunder and lightning, and the roar shook, reflecting the face of Shi Mei's alluring country.
"Like you said, he's so good, he can be used by me, what's the point of becoming my person? What if he becomes a demon. Then he will only obey me and be obsessed with me, wouldn't it be wonderful."
He knows that Chu nightning will not wake up at this moment, nor will he hear the conversation between the two of them. So he was not afraid at all, and said calmly: "Junior brother, let's go to the side. Do you think you, a person who has just cultivated the prototype of the spiritual core, can fight against me?"
The ink burned almost gnashing his teeth: "I won't let it."
The teacher just smiled, and in the blink of an eye, he had swept behind the ink like a ghost, and his hand had been suspended on the top of Chu Wanning's hair crown, holding the black flower that was about to open.
"A Ran, do you know how much effort I have put in to achieve this eight bittersweet and eternal hatred? I have worked hard to achieve this, and I am waiting for the day when the master retreats."
He lowered his body, and his cheeks were almost attached to Chu nightning's profile.
"He's going to be my blade, my puppet, and my man. What can you stop?"
Flowers fall.
Fate will change.
Suddenly, the young man screamed and resisted.
"Don't touch him!!"
"You are really ridiculous." The teacher gradually lost his patience, "Do you know..."
"Change me."
The rest of the words were broken between the lips and teeth, and a thunderous thunder broke through the sky, and the flames ripped apart the night.
The teacher narrowed his eyes and asked, "What?"
The ink burned the whole person trembling.
He has only been in for a while, and the spells he has learned are pitiful. He is destined to be unable to stop the teacher, and he does not know how to wake up Chu Wanning.
He was unarmed, and even more incompetent.
Only flesh and blood.
So he can only say: "Change me."
The teacher was silent for a while, and then sneered: "Do you know what you are talking about?"
"I know."
"Eight bittersweet flowers are cultivated by my mother's painstaking efforts and my broken soul." The teacher straightened up and stared at the burning face, "What are you, you are also worthy?"
"I..." Finger clenched into a fist, and after a long while, he raised his face abruptly, "I may not be worthy, but I am more suitable than Master."
A little spot of light flashed in the teacher's eyes: "...How do you say this?"
"You say this flower will breed hatred in people's hearts. But what if that person's heart is clean and does not harbor any resentment?"
The teacher was silent for a moment and smiled: "Impossible. Everyone has grievances in their hearts, even the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable is no exception."
But his hand was rubbing the petals of the Flower of Eternal Grief, and a manic depression gradually developed.
The ink burned is not wrong. In fact, he has been thinking about whether Chu Wanning can become a hotbed of eternal hate flowers in these years - what if this person never has a trace of resentment in his heart
It takes time and effort to cultivate another flower, not to mention that the split of the soul is too painful, and he does not want to experience it a second time.
Seeing him hesitate, Mo Ran took a step forward: "After so many years, have you seen the master hate anyone?"
"… "
"You said that the flower of eternal regret will swallow up the kindness and warmth in your heart... These things may not be all for ordinary people, but you should understand Shizun better than me."
The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and Wanmu is bleak.
"Shi Mingjing, you are not afraid that he will gradually lose all his memories, and he will no longer remember anything good. Are you not afraid of being discovered by others?"
The teacher suddenly narrowed his eyes.
The pupils are faint, as if a snake vomited a letter and slipped past.
The ink burned closer to him step by step, his heart was beating like a drum, and it was more urgent than the rain.
"I don't know what you are going to do, but if you have to sacrifice alone, let me do it."
"you… "
"I have hatred in my heart, which can breed. I don't have too many pure good memories, and even if I gradually disappear and forget, it is not easy to be discovered."
Mo Ran is trying to convince the executioner to turn the blade around his neck.
"I can't do anything yet, but both Master and Uncle have said that I have high talent and sufficient spiritual power... I can do it."
He shuddered carefully, his fingernails did not sink into his palms, but he insisted on continuing.
"I can replace him and become the sharp blade and murder weapon you want."
"I can replace him and become the murderous demon you want to create."
"Master." He finally stood in front of Shi Mingjing, and the lightning was shocked, and the gust of wind blew up, blowing the rain curtain and slanting into the pavilion.
After a while of coldness.
"Change me."
Probably because he hit the spot, or maybe because the teacher was not sure whether Chu nightning could make the Eight Bitters and Eternal Regrets take effect, or, the spiritual power that Mo Ran showed in the past was unprecedented, and the time for him to form a spiritual nucleus was even longer than that of him. The pride of the sky, Xue Meng, is faster and envious.
In short, after the teacher weighed several times, it was the black bud that was about to bloom in the end, and it entered the bottom of the ink burning heart.
After doing all this, the teacher sat at the stone table, supported by his hand, and his eyes were slightly ecstatic.
He didn't understand why.
Why did the ink burn prevent this disaster for Chu nightning? With life, soul, future and dignity.
They obviously only have the fate of master and apprentice for less than a year.
He doesn't understand.
The teacher watched the black stamens melt from the burning chest. It is obviously such a soft leaf, but it is like a steel needle that can penetrate the flesh and blood of people and pierce deep.
During this process, Mo Ran has been enduring without saying a word, until the stamens are like some kind of Gu worm with strange tentacles, a fierce man got into his heart, and Mo Ran finally whimpered and fell to the ground.
The teenager trembled in front of him, and the teacher sat quietly like that, with his jade arms clear and high, watching the ink burn in front of him and vomit blood in front of him.
"Does it hurt?"
"cough cough..."
The teacher is interested, his eyes are still gentle: "How painful? I have never cast this kind of spell to people, I am really curious... My good junior brother, what is the taste of being pierced by the eternal hate flower? what about?"
His eyes are like spring water, section by section, flowing through the body of the ink burning on the ground, and finally falling on the pale knuckles of the ink burning.
The fingers of the ink burned unconsciously on the ground, and the ends of the fingers were worn out, one after another of blood marks.
"Is it more painful than digging a heart?"
The ink burned did not answer him.
The pain is real, but... it is much better than the pain at the mass grave outside Linyi City that year.
It is much better than watching a loved one die in front of him.
It is much better than digging up the sand and burying the flesh and blood with your own hands.
"Back then... I didn't protect A-Niang, but now, I can finally... protect Master."
With his eyes wandering, he murmured like this.
The best memories are fading little by little, those pure and unsullied past are fading little by little, and those poor and pitiful memories flashed before his eyes—
One year someone gave him and his mother a bowl of hot soup.
There was an old farmer who was willing to invite them into the house for warmth and a fire to rest on a snowy night.
The child who was also begging for food shared with him half of the meat pie he had picked up.
Duan Yihan took his hand and led him across the long embankment in autumn with flying dragonflies...
No hatred, no misery, no unwillingness, no anxiety, no hostility.
Everything is peaceful.
It is the purest beauty.
He saw himself carefully embroidered with a begonia handkerchief under the lantern flowers, and saw himself sitting at the stone table with his cheeks supported, smiling as he watched Master eat moon cakes. Own.
These memories will be forgotten from now on.
never remember again...
From then on, hatred will breed, and those tender memories of the past will change their appearance.
From now on, the fiery heat in his heart will be extinguished, and there will be no more fire. The spring water in his eyes will freeze and condense into ice.
From now on, he will go against his mother's last words.
Duan Yihan said, "Repay your kindness, don't hold revenge."
Can't do it anymore.
I don't know where the strength came from, he gritted his teeth and endured the pain like shredding his internal organs, and staggered to stand up - he stumbled, but he couldn't stand, so he knelt, crawled, and in the end it was so painful that his soul was still there. Trembling, but still crawling, crawled to Chu nightning.
"Master..."
He struggled and wriggled shiveringly and comically.
The teacher thought what he wanted to do, but in the end he found that the young man was just doing his best, exhausted his last enthusiasm and gratitude, and fell down-
Tears flowed.
"Master, I will soon... let you down... "
Night rain.
"I won't remember your goodness any more soon, I can no longer... I can't learn spells with you well... You will hate me, hate me... "
He was crying, telling his last words when his conscience was still alive.
But Chu nightning couldn't hear it.
He was right in front of him, but couldn't hear anything.
"I'm sorry, I folded the flowers that day because I wanted to give them to you. Master, I came today, originally... I planned to apologize to you when you woke up, and tell you everything I thought."
His voice was hoarse as if it was gouged out with flesh and blood from his throat.
"Master, thank you for not disliking me, and willing to accept me..."
"I'm really, really."
His heart twitched suddenly, and blood filled his eyes. That was a sign that the Eight Sufferings and Everlasting Grief was beginning to take root, and it was also a sign that the Secret of Love began to take effect.
His forehead fell, hitting the ground heavily, crushing the ground.
Weeping.
"I really like you."
The teacher sighed softly, his expression seemed to be interesting and pity.
It's just that his sympathy, whether it's funny or not, is light, and nothing can get into his heart.
He finally walked over, broke the burning cheeks, stared at the gradually chaotic eyes of the burning ink, and asked softly: "Come on, junior brother, tell me, what are you asking for now?"
"I want..."
What do you want
Autumn in Linyi, in front of Tongtian Tower.
Duan Yihan was smiling, and Chu nightning lowered his eyes.
Sister Xun Fengruo of Lefang showed two pointed tiger teeth, her eyes flashed with eagerness and excitement, she said to him: "A Ran, I will soon earn enough money to redeem myself, I will take you with me. , let's get out of here, my sister will take you to a good day."
The ink is burning and dizzy, but it is still trying to capture these memories scattered like rushes.
He murmured: "I ask for gratitude... not for... vengeance."
The teacher shook his head and waited for a while.
Ask again: "What do you want?"
The ink burned hoarse and persistent: "What I want... one day, I can die in the hands of the master."
The teacher was stunned for a moment, and then laughed: "Die in the hands of the master?"
"I don't want to be the devil... I don't want to go to hell..." He murmured over and over again, "I don't want to just remember hatred, Master..."
He actually broke away from the teacher's hand and knelt in front of Chu Wanning, almost wailing. His eyes were already full of scarlet, and his consciousness became more and more confused.
"kill me."
In the end, the only thing repeated is this one wish.
"On the first day I did evil... please, please... kill me."
The torrential rain swallowed up the hoarse wailing of the young man trapped in the dark night. The thunder and lightning flashed, the bamboo forest was bleak, and all the lotus flowers in the red lotus water pavilion fell into the pool overnight.
There are eight sufferings in life, and eternal hatred in death.
Before losing consciousness, Mo Ran stretched out his trembling hand and held the corner of Chu nightning's clothes. He raised his head and murmured: "Master... you... take care of me... you take care of me... okay..."
You take care of me.
How much suffering and resentment are there in this world that have been covered by the rushing wind and rain
After two lifetimes, Chu Wanning, who finally learned the truth, looked back on the past and vaguely remembered that the next day, he ended a week and woke up from meditation.
The golden brilliance spilled into the bamboo pavilion, and the begonias and red lotuses in the waterside pavilion were all gone.
The rain has stopped, Chu night Ning blinked, turned his head and saw the teacher standing by the stone table cooking tea, the curling water mist rose, the teacher's eyebrows were so gentle and beautiful, when he saw him awake, the teacher smiled.
"Master."
"Why don't you go to rest? You have kept the third day, go and change the ink."
The tea cup was poured, and the amber-colored hot water seemed to be full of thoughts.
The teacher served tea to him, smiled and said: "Today, I am still guarding the master, A burning child's temperament, was punished by the master, and the tone in my heart is still difficult."
Chu nightning was stunned: "He won't come?"
The teacher drooped his eyelashes, and the thick black and soft eyelashes curtain fell, like two clusters of tender stamens on the branches in early spring, he said "um" and said: "I won't come, go to the library and help the lord organize the books. ."
Chu nightning has a moment of loss and loss.
He originally planned to take advantage of the opportunity of the two of them to be alone, and have a good talk with Mo Ran about folding flowers, but he was too strict that day...
He had never encountered an apprentice who violated the precepts, and after thinking about it, he felt that the punishment was too harsh.
But Mo Ran didn't even want to see him, and he didn't want to come to accompany him in retreat.
Chu night Ning closed his eyes.
"Master, let's have some tea."
For a long time, he responded, took the full fragrant tea from the slender and fair hands of the teacher, blew away the mist, and took a sip.
The tea was so full that a little dripped onto the robe when I took it.
The teacher was as careful as a hair, and when he saw it, he smiled: "I have a veil."
"You don't have to borrow yours." Chu nightning took out a white handkerchief embroidered with Haitang, and lowered his head to wipe off the wet tea stains.
"What a beautiful handkerchief, it looks like the best one bought in the town." The teacher said gently, "Did the teacher buy it himself?"
There is so much time, Chu nightning wants to say, no, it is sent by the ink.
It was embroidered by him.
My apprenticeship.
But I was in a bad mood, I didn't want to say it, and I felt that I was inexplicably ashamed to say such words.
So after a while of silence, Chu nightning just sighed "um", then folded the handkerchief and retracted it.
After putting away the veil, he sighed softly.
On that day, the sun was shining brightly, but last night's bleak wind and rain left only the red and dry leaves, and the lotus leaves were soaked with new dew.
"Did it rain a lot last night?"
The teacher served with the tea set, and when he heard the words, his fingertips were condensed, and his pupils were deep: "Huh?"
Chu nightning turned his attention to Manchi Fangfei, and said lightly: "The flowers are all thanked."
The teacher smiled again, placed the tea cup carefully, and then said lightly: "Last night, there was a thunderstorm, and it was noisy for a while, and then it stopped. Today will be a good weather, and I will wait for the ground to dry later. Sweep away all the fallen flowers in the yard."
Chu nightning never spoke again.
The morning glow in the sky is splendid, like a brocade, and looking further into the distance, the sky is like a wash, and when the sun rises, golden feathers are flying.
really.
It was a rare sunny day.