When Xue Meng thought about it like this, Chu nightning sneezed in Nanping Mountain.
Xu time.
There is one last hour before his birthday.
But Chu nightning didn't realize this. He and Mo Ran returned to Nanping Mountain for only two years, and in the previous two lives, those tens of millions of years, he had been too difficult and too difficult. People who are used to bitterness suddenly taste sweetness, but they are not so stable and not so used to it.
- He is the kind of person who has never been favored in Xue Meng's eyes.
At least it used to be.
It is late at night, and it will soon be the time of midnight, but the ink has not come back.
Chu nightning stood in front of the green bamboo firewood gate, put on a single coat, held the dog's head and looked at it for a while, but there was no ink burning figure. In the evening, he was heavy, he rolled his hands, coughed a few times, frowned, and the dog raised his head and licked his side face, making a pleasing sound of "woo woo".
Chu nightning lowered his eyes and asked: "Are you sleepy?"
"Wang!"
He put it down and said, "Go back to the house and sleep, I'll wait a little longer."
"Woo woo woo!"
The pagoda lantern made of bamboo strips is covered with silk paper, swaying gently under the eaves of the courtyard, and the bright yellow candlelight is sprinkled on the smooth and elegant face of Chu Wanning, and there is a crystal floating on his eyebrows, eyes and shoulders. The light made him look sharper, much gentler than usual. The dog put its head against the corner of his robe, and barked around him.
"Don't want to go back?"
"Wang!"
Chu nightning then lifted it up again, and the tip of the nose lit its wet and cool little black nose: "Okay, then you can continue to wait with me."
"Wow!"
But the dog head is reluctant, and Chu nightning is not so comfortable with it. I don't know why Mo Ran and the dog head can always understand each other's meaning quickly every time, and he will be much slower.
He pondered for a while before he understood: "You want me to go to bed and stop standing here?"
"Ow ooh!"
The head of the dog was happy because the owner finally understood what he meant, and jumped in place with its tail wagging.
"Wait a little longer."
"Wang Wang Wang!" I've been waiting for a long time!
"Don't you want to go back to sleep alone?"
"Wang Wang!"
Chu nightning saw it shaking his head and waving his tail, and couldn't help thinking of what he said to himself before leaving in the daytime - rest early, don't worry about him.
"... I don't return home at night, really my wings are hard." Chu nightning sighed, and his expression was somewhat unhappy. Seeing Dogtou's pleading earnestness, he finally glanced back at the path up the mountain, closed the courtyard gate with his hands, and carried Dogtou back into the house.
Who knows that although sleepy, falling asleep is not so easy.
Chu nightning left a lamp for the ink, and in the swaying light and shadow, he closed his eyes and curled up on the bed, and began to dream when he was blurred-don't look at his calm and plain appearance on weekdays, in fact, he carried two souls. The body with memory, in the end is uneasy.
In the first few months of his retirement in Nanping Mountain, he woke up almost every night.
For a while, I dreamed that in the Wushan Temple, the pale face of Teng Xianjun after being assassinated by Xue Meng, appeared as gloomy as a ghost in the background of the thunderstorm outside the temple.
After a while, I dreamed of Tianyin Pavilion, and the ink burned long and kneeled on the ground. Blood kept pouring out of his chest. He choked and asked him, saying, Master, have I paid off, have I been clean.
He dreamed of the defeat at the top of life and death, of the death of guilt.
In the dream, stepping on the fairy said to him sensibly, Chu nightning, this seat hates you so much...
In the dream, it is also Nanping Mountain. In the snowy night, the ink burned and said, Wanning, I will always love you.
But after the ink burned this sentence, he slowly lost his heartbeat, and what was left to him was just a night of misery and despair. He could never forget the indescribable feeling at that time. Every time he dreamed of this place, he would wake up because of his heart-wrenching pain. He would not even be able to recognize the time. The person who is wearing is breathing and beating, and the severe pain will gradually fade away.
But in the second half of the night, I no longer slept peacefully, and from time to time I wanted to open my eyes, take a look at the burning face, and look at the peaceful sleeping face of the young man.
Later, his strangeness was discovered by ink burning.
That day was the character of stepping on the fairy. This person who had been wandering alone in the empty Wushan Temple for many years, only at a glance understood why Chu Wanning was uncomfortable and why he couldn't sleep at night. So Ta Xianjun didn't say anything, opened his arms and hugged him tightly.
Across the years, across the flesh and blood, the heartbeat was powerfully and powerfully transmitted to the person in his arms.
Dispel the shadows of nightmares.
Ta Xianjun kissed the top of his hair and coaxed him in a low voice: "...It's alright. Wanning, it's all over."
Chu nightning didn't say a word, Xu was dying to save face and didn't want to be ashamed.
But Stepping Xianjun could feel that his clothes were wet, and warm tears soaked in his heart. It was obviously not something that was hot, but it made his whole heart feel so hot and shuddered.
It hurt him so much and loved him so much, but he didn't know what to do.
In the past, he only possessed violently, and it was very difficult to coax people.
He patted Chu nightning's shoulder so awkwardly, his lips rubbed against the top of his hair, the auricle, and finally lowered his cool lips.
"Wanning, I will always love you."
During the kiss, he murmured to him vaguely like this, he felt the obvious trembling of the stubborn person in his palm, so he couldn't hold back, just following the gentle residual rhyme before, he went down with him once again.
And every day after that, no matter what kind of consciousness, the ink burned with Chu Wanning to fall asleep. Every time before going to bed, I would say it again, I will always love you.
Today's Gan will slowly wash away the pain of the past.
This sentence was finally repeated incessantly in the ink, and it became a promise to keep each other from death.
In the past two years, no matter what the reason for Mo Ran went out alone, he would always come back before dark, because he knew that although Chu Wanning didn't say it, he didn't love the coldness of Nanping Mountain at night, and his brother-in-law needed his accompany. This is the first time this has happened tonight.
For the first time, the ink burned did not go home before sunset.
Chu nightning is calm and has a good face, and will not cross-examine this and that, but he does not ask questions on his mouth and his face is strong, but it does not mean that he will feel better in his heart.
So after so long, he fell asleep on his side and fell into a nightmare again.
He returned to Nanping Mountain that year, the day Mo Ran passed away.
He dreamed that no matter how he called the ink, the ink would not wake up. The scars Tianyin Pavilion left on his lover's chest were so hideous and shocking, he guarded him and choked...
He kept repeating his lover's name: "Ink burning..."
Ink burns.
But in this cold dream, it seemed that someone suddenly held his hand, grabbed it and kissed it gently on the lips.
The man said to him in a stern voice, "Master, it's alright, it's all over."
it's already over…
Chu nightning felt wet eyelashes, and when he woke up, he sighed lowly, and his heart was slightly settled. When he was about to sleep again, he suddenly found himself leaning on a familiar warm chest.
He was startled, the vague sleepiness was gone, the wet eyelashes were lifted abruptly, and the phoenix eyes were facing a pair of purple-black eyes.
"Ink, ink burns...?"
Mo Ran didn't know when he had come back, and he was lying beside him with some coldness in the middle of the night. In order not to disturb him, Mo Ran didn't hug him to sleep, but only carefully held his hand and got close to him.
Seeing Chu Wanning wake up, he raised his eyebrows slightly:
"Huh? Is this seat still waking you up?"
Chu nightning also thought that he was going to apologize, but he unexpectedly stepped on Xianjun and hugged him hard: "It's just right to wake up, just let this seat give a good hug."
"… roll."
Stepping Xianjun knows that there is not much time left for him today. On weekdays, he must fight with Chu nightning and beg for scolding, but this time, after he embraced, he went straight in and leaned over Chu Wan Ning's auricle, smiled in a low voice: "What the hell, this seat has prepared a surprise for you, I'm afraid I won't have time to hurt you when you see it."
"… "
This man's face is really growing day by day.
Chu nightning had woken up from a nightmare and got up with a heavy breath. At this moment, he was overwhelmed by his hot and heavy body. He couldn't help raising his sword eyebrows, and the phoenix eyes still had the wetness and sadness in the dream, but they were filled with drowsiness and sadness. Angrily: "Don't sleep at night?"
"Don't sleep."
Chu nightning was even more angry: "Why don't you sleep?"
Ta Xianjun raised his chin and rubbed it carefully, his eyes wandering from his eyebrows to his slightly opened lips.
This person in his arms looked a little fierce, and he was not perfect in one way or another, but for two lifetimes, every time he saw him by his side, his heart felt so hot, and he secretly rejoiced. He didn't admit it before, but he actually knew deep down in his heart that there was only one person who could make him feel like a prairie fire in an instant, and his intentions would be soft.
I want to hug him, I want to kiss him, I want him. It hurts to want to bully him, but I want to hurt him very much.
Now I feel that although there are many beauties in the world like clouds, all the clouds together are not as bright as his Wanning. Fierce is also good-looking, angry is good-looking, both are good-looking.
Stepping Xianjun then smiled and said: "There are still many things to do if you don't sleep in the middle of the night. Didn't this seat teach you?"
Chu nightning: "..."
Seeing that he was drowsy, angry and helpless, Ta Xianjun was so moved that he couldn't help lowering his head and kissing him.
"Ink burning -!"
"Just kidding." After a kiss, Ta Xianjun rubbed the tip of his nose affectionately, "My time is almost up, you owe me today, and I will ask you to get it back in three days."
"… "
"Tonight, the only thing I want to say is..." Ta Xianjun paused and smiled, with deep dimples on the side of his cheeks, three points of evil spirits and seven points of love:
"Wanning, happy birthday."
Chu nightning was stunned all of a sudden.
At this time, the distant Jingci Temple bell rang leisurely, it was the time of the hour, and the bamboo leaves were Xiao Suo.
The end of Hai.
Early childhood.
There is still the pride of stepping on Xianjun in the ink burning pupil, but before he can say anything, it has been replaced by the gentleness of Master Mo. Mo Zongshi slowed down and got used to the memories of yesterday that he shared with him. He just felt that it was inexplicable, and he didn't know what he did in the state of stepping on Xianjun.
But seeing the person in front of him is the sweetheart, after the ink burned slightly, the heart was filled with joy, so he pressed the forehead of Chu Wanning and whispered: "Wanning."
"Um?"
"Happy birthday."
After thinking about it, he said, "I have prepared a gift for you."
He originally planned to repair it tomorrow and during the day, and then led Chu night Ning Jin to think of everything into a box. But he didn't expect that when he switched back, Chu nightning hadn't fallen asleep, and he didn't expect that he would naturally say this sentence.
He was too sweet to Chu Wanning, as if he couldn't bear it for a moment, and couldn't bear it at all.
Obviously he has lived two lives, the real and the fake have been married twice, the past life has been lingering day and night for eight years, and this life has been with him for two years, but at this time, he is like a rash and hairy young man, who is the first to meet him. The loved one offered a treasure to show his intentions, a little impatient, and even his fingertips sweated and trembled slightly.
"I... I'm not done yet, but... I'll show you first, okay?"
Chu nightning only reacted thoroughly at this time, it turned out that today was his birthday.
And the ink burned during the day was actually busy for congratulations and did not go home.
After his confusion dissipated, his heart was funny and guilty, and he couldn't help raising his hand to hold the burning face, full of softness.
"You've been busy for so long, so you're busy with this."
The ink burns and laughs.
"Master, do you want to see it now?"
Chu nightning sat up, gathered his long black hair, and followed his will: "Okay, what have you prepared?"
"An otherworldly surprise."
Mo Ran said that he led Chu nightning to their courtyard, the dog's head slept soundly, and his face was buried under his paws without being woken up. The ink burned and dived into the grass, intending to dig out the thoughts that he had hidden here before.
However-
A scream pierced the silent night of Nanping: "Fuck! Where's my box?!!!!"
The dog head continued to sleep peacefully.
Nothing happened, the dog thought to himself, you can never wake up a dog pretending to be asleep, baa ha ha ha ha!
It took a long time for the ink to burn, and I closed my eyes and tried to recall what happened when I was stepping on the fairy. After thinking about it for a while, I finally evoked some memory fragments—
Give Jiang Xi a sack.
Give Xue Meng a sack.
Put a sack on Mei Hanxue...
It's over, it's all fucked up!
Chu nightning frowned slightly and asked: "What happened to you?"
The ink burned his head: "I... I seem to have done some very absurd things yesterday..." He said that he looked around in the house, and finally found a box of what he wanted from his Qiankun bag.
"Are you going to give this to me?"
"Originally, it was..."
"Then now?"
Now... Now I'm afraid I don't know what terrifying appearance has become inside.
The ink burns the throat and wants to leave Chu nightning outside, and go first to see it. But the helpless words have already been said, and it is inappropriate to leave the master alone in the box at this time, so I can only hope in my heart that I didn't turn the box upside down yesterday. He bit his head and said:
"I can't explain it for a while now... Anyway, let's go in and have a look together."
When Mo Ran and Chu Wanning entered the box, they were both shocked by the situation in front of them. Especially when the ink burned. When he left the day before yesterday, the box was still quite normal, but at this moment, his house was renovated and repaired, and there were many golden and extravagant ornaments.
In addition, the sky is flying, the clouds are misty, the wheat waves are rolling, and the nebulae are empty... The landscape, which was originally quite artistic and had a blank space, was filled with color abruptly, making people dazzled and overwhelmed.
Where are the people who are still floating in the world.
It's the style of a rich man! !
What's worse, five wooden shelves were erected in the flower field of the small courtyard, and Jiang Xi, Mei Hanxue, Xue Meng, Greedy Wolf, and Xuanji were tied together, and they were tied in the field like five scarecrows.
Chu nightning looked at the five sacrifice-like people and froze a little: "... This is... the... gift you want to give me?"
Mo Ran was shocked, turned his head to peek at Chu Wanning's face, and after reading it, he was even more heartbroken, and quickly said: "Master, no, it's not what you saw! This is not what I did!"
Before he finished speaking, a fluffy rice cake essence jumped from the roof.
Cake Batian swayed his little tail swaying with bright blue lights, came out da da da, raised his head, flashed star eyes, stretched out two small claws and ran towards Chu Wanning: "God, Shenmu Xianjun Junjunjun!!"
However, before he could hold Chu nightning, he was raised by the ink burning hands around the creaking nest. The ink burned almost collapsed, shaking it vigorously: "Cake Tyrant! What the hell is going on!"
"Huh?" Gu Batian didn't respond that the character of the burning ink has been switched again, and he said in a daze, "Then, why don't you catch the Ace Ace ah-level human race? Come and exchange for the pastoral landscape water droplets. !"
"… "
The ink burned his forehead and jumped, and after a long silence, he finally understood.
He closed his eyes suddenly, wishing he could raise his hand to strangle himself.
- What the hell did he do yesterday! ! !
Stepping on Xianjun is competing with himself for favor!
He was speechless, and Xue Meng, who was tied to the wooden frame, was mad and shouted: "Ink burning! You dog! What are you doing! You let me down!"
Cake Batian turned his head and blinked his eyes, looked at Xue Meng and them for a while, and explained to Mo Ran: "This is what you did an hour ago, you caught five Ace Ais, for fear that they would make trouble inside, So you just tie them all up after the capture."
Ink burning: "..."
Xue Meng is still shouting: "Master! Master save me!"
Chu night Ning Fu Xiu: "... Look at the good things you do!"
After he finished speaking, he stepped forward and untied the shackles of Xianjun for Xue Meng.
After everyone was released, Xue Meng rubbed the wrist that was tied to the red, very aggrieved and inexplicable: "Ink burning! You, you, what the hell are you doing?!"
"That's right." Elder Greedy Wolf was also not angry, "Why did you arrest us in this box?" After saying that, he glanced at the rice cake essence, "What the hell is this piece of tofu?"
Cake Batian akimbo angrily said: "Sa, Sa Zi! Four years of Lao Tzu, New Year's cake!! You don't have four tofu!"
Mei Hanxue and Xuanji didn't say a word, but their eyes were also asking Chu and Mo's intentions.
Jiang Xi's face was extremely gloomy. He straightened his expensive and delicate robe sleeves and smoothed the wrinkles one by one. Then he raised his eyes and said: "You two better give Jiang an explanation."
The ink burned and wanted to fool the past, raised his hand and smiled: "Uh, this is just a misunderstanding, I'm sorry..."
"Excuse me?" Jiang Xi sneered, "I'm sorry, it's worth a lot of money."
"… "
He narrowed his almond eyes and said politely, "Master Mo, do you know that I have a business deal with Fire Phoenix Pavilion today?"
"I-I'll pay for it..."
"Ninety million golden leaves, do you pay?"
Ink burning: "..."
Xue Meng was also annoyed and angry: "Didn't you say that you want to give me a surprise? I thought it was... yes..." It was a birthday gift for me - this is not embarrassing to say it again, and it is even extremely embarrassing in retrospect.
Xue Meng finally said angrily: "What are you doing?"
Mo Ran was surrounded by a group of people and asked for guilt. Gradually, he couldn't resist, and he had to apologize. But these people themselves have a good relationship with them, but they were provoked inexplicably and wanted to ask for an explanation. The ink burned and I didn't know what to do, and suddenly I heard Chu nightning beside him:
"Sorry, I didn't control his other temperament."
The landscape suddenly became quiet.
Only Gao Batian is excitedly walking around Chu Wanning with his little feet.
The ink burned back and said: "Master..."
"I will find a way to compensate for the delay, and I hope you will forgive me."
Xue Meng waved his hand and said: "Master, Master, I don't mean this... I just feel strange..."
After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Jiang Xi: "Hey! You, your 90 million golden leaves can't depend on my master, I, my master have no money..."
Jiang Xi: "…"
The richest man in the world seems to have turned a deaf ear to Xue Meng's words, stared at the ink for a while, and turned his sharp eyes to Chu Wanning.
Just as he was about to say something, he saw that the ink burned in front of Chu nightning, and hurriedly said: "Jiang Zunzhu, I will find a way to make up for it. Please, please don't embarrass my master today. Because... because… "
The ink burned, the voice gradually became lighter, and finally whispered: "Because today... today... is actually my master's birthday..."
Jiang Xi: "…"
"He has never had a good birthday, so... Zunzhu Jiang's loss, I will definitely try to make up for it. I will go to the Fire Phoenix Pavilion to apologize or something."
The young man stood between him and Jiang Xi, almost pitifully: "Just tonight, please ask Mr. Jiang Zun, Haihan, is it okay?"
Today is Chu Wanning's birthday? !
This reason surprised everyone here. Xue Meng, especially, was so shocked that his face was like golden paper, and his lips were opened and closed for a long time, but he couldn't say a word. Chu nightning did not expect that the ink burning would say this, and he didn't know what to do for a while.
In the end, the greedy wolf, who was not quite right with Chu nightning, broke the silence. When the greedy wolf heard the words, he folded his arms and said: "Yuheng, no, you are celebrating your birthday, what did you send your disciple to catch us all for? "
"No, it doesn't look like it!" Ku Batian explained, and the little claw claw pointed to the ink burning, "He grabbed, grabbed you, four, four because of your four Ace Ace-level human race, you can change it very well. A good magic weapon, come to decorate the pastoral mountain residence in the decoration!"
Xue Meng was surprised: "Take us to change instruments?"
Mei Hanxue touched her chin and reacted: "... No wonder that every time someone comes in, the effect here will be increased. It turns out that it is because of this."
Only Jiang Xi felt unbelievable, and slapped his sleeves in anger: "... It's really sick to talk about love!" He stared at Mo Ran again, and made a diagnosis unceremoniously, "Master Mo, you are terminally ill, I am afraid that there is no cure and no cure! "
The ink burned and smiled, and went to pull Chu Wanning's hand: "There is no cure for it."
Jiang Xi couldn't take it anymore, turned his head and held his hands, and was silent for a while, Yu Guang caught a glimpse of Xue Meng looking at Chu Wanning eagerly, and seemed to be embarrassed that he was a disciple and almost missed the birthday of the master, and he was still I can't blame myself for not being able to prepare gifts for Chu Wanning.
The boss in Jiang Xi's heart was impatient, and only felt that Xue Meng was really embarrassing, but he was not easy to attack, and he had nothing to do with Xue Meng. He was silent for a moment, and finally said: "Forget it. It's just 90 million gold leaves. ."
Ink burning: "???"
Xue Meng: "???"
"No need to pay, it's not enough to shine shoes."
Mei Hanxue: "..."
Chu nightning: "..."
Xue Meng: "How dirty are your shoes?"
Jiang Xi turned around, his eyes were like lightning, and he said coldly and sarcastically, "Sect Master Xue doesn't speak, no one treats you as dumb."
"you!"
In the hustle and bustle, I finally explained the beginning and end of this ridiculous farce, and Chu Wanning's birthday was finally known by these people. Although they both said in the end that they would not speak out about this matter, nor would they tell others when the birthday of the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable was, but since they had already met, they naturally left to celebrate.
According to Xuanji's words, this is also fate.
Seeing that everyone was in a harmonious atmosphere, Gu Batian felt that he had completed his appointment in the rice cake village, and moved over happily, also wanting to join in the fun. Unexpectedly, Xue Meng turned back and stared at it:
"Ink burning, this is the little monster you said you caught in the back mountain?"
The ink burned and smiled: "Yes."
Xue Meng touched his chin and said: "It's really made of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar rice cake."
Kui Batian flicked Lan Yingying's tail lamp: "I, I, and I are the most beautiful cubs in our village!"
"It's a coincidence, I'm the most beautiful cub in the lower world."
Cake Batian: "Then let's make friends."
Xue Meng: "Then I will cook you and eat it."
One person and one demon spoke at the same time, the cake was stiff, and the little feet quickly took two steps back, after a while, turned around and ran: "Xue Meng is not four people!! Help!! The monk is a monster!! Ahhh!!"
Xue Meng laughed and finally avenged his revenge for being caught and tied into a scarecrow.
In this silent night, I thought that there were not many old people gathered in a box. In terms of intimacy, it is not all close friends with Chu Wanning, but as Xuanji said, this is probably a kind of fate.
Since this is the case, everyone has come, everyone is so troubled, and they are not tired. They simply cooked a supper in the middle of this happy mountain residence, set off fireworks, and sat around a table lively, under the moonlight. Have a drink.
Jinchi picks up the fresh fish, the rice wind blows away the evening smoke, the corn is washed like beads, and it is simmered in the pot. The sweet smell of food drifted far between the fields, the ink burned down the kitchen, the wok was hot, and the stir-fry was extremely neat.
He turned back and saw that Wanning was chatting with Xue Meng outside, Xuanji and Greedy Wolf were helping to pick fresh fruit from the demon clan, Jiang Xi was walking in the fields and waiting to eat, and Mei Hanxue was teasing the little demon who played the piano among the flowers and taught them Kunlun 's tune.
The ink burned in a good mood.
Although he really wants to monopolize everything in Chu Wanning, but his master is so good, he wants to make him get a few more wishes and accompany him in three or two. Yesterday's self was also considered wrong, so his wish was fulfilled.
In the box, the mandarin fish is fat in the peach blossoms and flowing water, and the fingers with the ink burnt evenly put the tender and plump young bamboo shoots on the desk, finely chopped into shreds, and boiled with the bracken in the hot soup, patiently handling the fresh fish Shrimp, the bamboo curtain behind him fell together, and Chu nightning came in.
"Master, wait a while, and it will be done soon."
"No hurry, I'll bring them some melons and fruits to the yard."
The ink burned and smiled: "Okay."
Chu nightning went to the corner of the kitchen to get the bunch of fresh and sweet fruits in the small bamboo basket. When I went there, I suddenly found that there was also a porcelain jar with a seal on it, and it was not embarrassing or embarrassing to write a "happy birthday".
He took it down and looked at the brushstrokes, obviously it was left by the personality of the immortal prince.
Chu nightning opened the sealed porcelain altar and couldn't distinguish the things in it, and said: "This is...?"
The ink burned over and looked, "ah", and laughed: "Rouge pear flower goose breast, is it really successful?"
"what is that?"
"It's a dish that I figured out under another personality. It's a bit of a waste of time to make. First, you must marinate the goose with salt, then wrap it in lotus leaves and steam it in a kettle. Then the spring water is cold and put it in well water to chill. After the ice is finished, it will be sealed in the jar and brewed with pear blossoms." He said, taking out the goose meat from the jar, and serving the wine with a fragrant aroma, refreshing and refreshing.
"It seems that as soon as you enter the box, you are ready." Mo Ran weighed the degree of pickling of the goose meat, and smiled, "It's not all bad things."
As he spoke, he put the fat and plump goose meat on the ginkgo chopping board, pointed the plump goose breast with his fingertips, sliced thinly with a few knives, and sliced the meat, only to see that the pear blossom white was soaked in salt and salted. The color of the fat goose is like rouge, and the meat is tender.
The ink burned for a while, and said to Chu nightning: "Master, go to the sauce cabinet and see, there should be a sauce pot."
Chu nightning went, and sure enough, he found a yellow glazed earthenware pot with a seal on it, and he still wrote five words awkwardly:
"I have this seat for the rest of my life."
Chu nightning shook his head, but he felt infinitely quiet and gentle in his heart.
He handed the jar to Mo Ran and watched him use a small bamboo scoop to scoop out a cold vegetable sauce that Dendrobium Ta Xianjun carefully prepared yesterday, and carefully poured it on the rouge goose meat on the plate, and the sauce followed the goose The texture of the meat is smeared, and when it collides with the wine, it stimulates a strong aroma.
Chu nightning said: "How did you come up with such a dish?"
"You are too hot in Futian, and you didn't even eat a few bites of the dishes I made... Do you remember?"
When he said this, Chu Xiaoning remembered it. It was indeed not long ago that Ta Xianjun patted his head with great interest and cooked a table of delicacies. But he was tired of the heat and didn't eat much. Although Ta Xianjun didn't say anything in the end, in retrospect, he did look a little lost that day.
"I probably think that I can't even take care of the tastes of the people I like, and it's sad." Mo Ran smiled and turned his sleeves on his elbows, "So I thought about it day and night, and went to the restaurant outside to steal the teacher, and finally Come up with a dish like this."
He looked at the plate of goose breast stuffed with rouge pear blossoms, with some trepidation like offering a treasure, and some anticipation like taking credit, he asked cautiously:
"Will Wanning like it?"
Chu Wan was quiet for a while, then smiled.
He put away the two notes left by yesterday's ink burning, picked up this plate of rouge goose with sebum, crystal clear meat, fresh sauce, and walked to the kitchen hall. Before taking the dish out, he turned back to the handsome young man by the stove and said, "...Thank you, the ink burns."
No matter what kind of character it is in the past or present, what kind of character, what piece of soul, thank you, thank you for being here.
Thank you for giving me the best birthday of my life.
I had a master in the past, but the congratulations at that time were not sincere. In the past, you had a mother, but life was so hard that you couldn't even eat a full meal.
Now, these are all over, and I will always remember the day you were born—that day in that year, I was still in the Chanyuan, and I didn’t know what the red dust was, and I didn’t know that there was someone in the world who would stay with me for the rest of my life. people.
But every year from now on, I will be with you.
From now on, I will be with you.
The banquet was opened, which was not luxurious, but the craftsmanship of ink burning was extremely rare for others to taste. He was originally good at cooking, and this table was made for Chu Wanning's birthday banquet. It was naturally delicious. Even Jiang Xi, who was used to eating mountain delicacies, opened his almond eyes slightly, and looked a little surprised across the wine table. Ink burns at a glance.
It seems that Jiang Xi wants to ask Mo Ran if he is willing to go back to Gu Yue Ye to be a cook, accompanied by a scary salary price.
However, Jiang Xi is a smart person. He glanced at Mo Ran and looked at Chu Wanning, and swallowed this invitation. He was a little disgusted, and he thought that in his lifetime, he would develop a medicine that could completely sever the roots of human affection in the world.
It's too sick to talk about love, just look at the case of Mo Ran, you know that a good cook will delay the bright future of love.
Forget it, still eat a few more pieces of meat, there will be no chance in the future.
Jiang Xi lowered his eyes calmly, his chopsticks stretched out gracefully and quickly.
At the end of the banquet, Xue Meng suddenly caught a glimpse of some small white shadows flashing in the mountains and fields. He thought he was dazzled, rubbed his eyes and looked closely, and he couldn't help but "ah" -
"Many years of cake essence!"
Those little demons ran very fast, hid in the grass and fields and peeped among the rocks and mountains, and carried out their interesting "human race observation", but they didn't want them to see their appearance clearly, they only waved the little blue light on their tails. , making a slight creaking sound. Only the most beautiful cub cake dominates the sky. It stands on a big tree that Xue Meng can't easily catch, and translates the demonic language between the grass and the field into human language.
Although, its mandarin is also very miserable.
"Shenmu Xianjun, every day is full of joy!"
Xue Meng stared at it: "Is it a birthday?"
"I want to ask you for a gift? I, I, I am proficient in human language! Long-speaking is nonsense, very standard!"
Mei Hanxue laughed and held Xue Meng, who had to fight with Cake Batian: "You don't understand, it's really not easy to practice Mandarin, don't laugh at it. It's a cute little rice cake."
Xue Meng looked back at him again: "If you have something to say, don't pull me!"
In the midst of the excitement, there were rice cake spirits on the opposite hill that lit the fireworks of the demon clan, and the gorgeous fireworks exploded in the night.
Seeing this, Xuanji felt that the atmosphere was just right. She raised a drink and smiled at Chu Wanning: "Yuheng, happy birthday."
Chu nightning was the first to deal with such a battle. I didn't know how to answer, but he replied stiffly: "You too."
Xuanji was startled, her eyes widened, she wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.
"Happy birthday." Greedy Wolf also hummed.
"…Thank you."
Mei Hanxue wanted to follow the wishes, but was dragged behind by Xue Meng, and rushed to say: "I will come first! Master! I wish you good luck, good health, peace and joy, and you must come to the top of life and death to see me often. !"
"Naturally, it will come, and Mo Ran has been thinking about your birthday for a long time, and he will prepare it for you before January-"
Before the word gift was spoken, it was interrupted by ink burning and coughing.
Chu nightning: "...I didn't prepare anything."
The ink burns on the forehead, and the master of the heart will not lie, it is better not to say it.
Jiang Xi also bowed his hands and said lightly: "Master Chu, Xianfu Yongxiang, congratulations."
Xue Meng pouted and hugged his chest: "What congratulations do you say? You give money."
Everyone said their blessings one by one, but Chu nightning was a little embarrassed. He was really not used to it - no, it should be said that he did not know how to face such blessings.
After all, it has never been obtained.
At this moment, Mo Ran quietly held his slightly sweaty hand under the table, and Mo Ran smiled in his heart. The master was really calm and calm, but his fingertips were a little trembling.
He clasped the hand of Chu Wanning tightly, intertwined with his fingers, and delivered the tenderness in this grip, slowly calming Chu Wanning's unease.
Mo Ran looked at him, in the wind and wheat waves, under the starry night, in the flying rain and magnificent fireworks, solemnly said: "Night."
"… "
The ink burned and smiled, and the dark purple eyes carried the deep meaning of the two worlds.
In this day, it is revealed in the splendor of the galaxy.
"I wish you... a happy birthday, and good luck for the rest of your life."
—
Thirty years have passed, and the two worlds are intertwined.
In the brilliance of the fire tree silver flower, the burning eyes are bright and moist. On his face, there is the sincerity of Master Mo, the paranoia of stepping on Xianjun, and the gentleness and obedience of the little boy who stood in front of the Tongtian Tower at first.
After walking for two lifetimes, they finally came to this idyllic fairy house, lying on the water in the south of the Yangtze River. There is the sound of Zen in Nanping, the sound of the bell in the evening temple, the two worlds have crossed each other, their calamity has been exhausted, but their fate is still deeply entangled and inseparable.
He was at peace with him at last.
At that time, I regretted that I knew the emperor's intentions late, and the rest of my life was to protect the minister and keep peace.
This "birthday is happy, the rest of your life is good", Mo Ran knows that he will say to Chu nightning for a lifetime.
Until the hair is like snow, the eyebrows are dyed with cream.
He will also keep his fire. He guards him, he guards him.
They may not be the best people in the world, the most beautiful people, the richest people, the most amazing, powerful and broad-minded people, but for Mo Ran, Chu Wanning is no one else.
The same is true for Chu Wanning. No matter the piece of ink burned, what kind of character, what kind of life, there is no need to fight. Those are the souls who have gone through the ups and downs of two lifetimes together with him. They are the lovers who are scarred and broken to protect him. He will always love him deeply, illuminate him, love him, and pet him.
lifetime.
I have given all I have, I will give all I will have—
to love you.
-End of "Fighting for the Favorite" -
The author has something to say: Wanning's birthday congratulations just ended on the day of Xue Meng's birthday, fate, wonderful = = more finished~~~