Unexpectedly, although Chu Wanning's method of making dumplings is clumsy, the finished product is not bad. The round and lovely dumplings are pinched out by his evenly long fingers and neatly coded on the desk.
The three apprentices couldn't help stunned.
"Master can actually make dumplings..."
"Am I dreaming?"
"It's well packaged."
"Wow… "
Their whispers naturally couldn't escape the ear of Chu nightning. Chu nightning pursed his lips and his eyelashes were stunned. Although he was still expressionless, the tips of his ears were slightly crimson.
Xue Meng couldn't hold back and asked: "Master, are you making dumplings for the first time?"
"… Um."
"How can it be so beautifully packaged?"
"... It's the same as making a mecha, but it's just a few pleats. What's so difficult."
The ink burned looking at him across the wooden table, and gradually became a little ecstatic.
The only time he had seen Chu Wanning make pasta in his last life was after the death of the teacher. That day, Chu Wanning went to the kitchen and slowly wrapped the hands that the teacher was best at during his lifetime.
But before it was time to cook, he was knocked to the ground by the irrational ink, and Bai Shengsheng's chasing hands rolled to the ground.
Mo Ran doesn't remember whether those handbags are flat or round, beautiful or ugly.
I just remember the expression of Chu nightning at that time, looking at himself without saying a word, with flour shavings on his cheeks, looking so unfamiliar, a little dazed, and even a little stupid...
Mo Ran thought that he would be angry and angry at the time, but Chu nightning didn't say anything at the end, he just leaned over and lowered his head to pick up the plastered hands, one by one, silently picked up and caged together, Then, pour it out yourself.
What was the mood of Chu nightning at that time
Mo Ran didn't know, he never thought about it, he didn't want to think about it, in fact, he didn't dare to think about it.
The dumplings were wrapped and brought to the kitchen by the little snowman to be cooked. According to custom, Chu Wanning sealed a copper plate inside, and those who ate it would have good luck.
The snowman quickly brought back the cooked dumplings, and also put the prepared hot and sour vinegar in the wooden tray.
Xue Meng said: "Master eats first."
Chu nightning did not push back. He took a dumpling and put it in his bowl, but he didn't eat it. Instead, he took three more and gave them to Xue Meng, Mo Ran and Shi Mei in turn.
"Happy New Year." Chu nightning said lightly.
The apprentices were stunned for a moment, and then they all laughed: "Master, happy new year."
It's a coincidence, just the first dumpling, the ink burned and bit the copper plate with a bang, he was really caught off guard and almost knocked half a tooth.
The teacher looked at the bitter look on his face and smiled: "A burning will have good luck in the new year."
Xue Meng said: "Hey, shit luck."
The ink burned with tears: "Master, the dumplings from Jie are too accurate. Jie is the first, and the nest is ready..."
Chu nightning said: "Speak well."
The ink burned: "I bit the toe of the toe."
Chu nightning: "..."
Mo Ran rubbed his cheeks, drank the tea handed by the teacher, and finally slowed down, jokingly said: "Haha, the master should not remember which dumpling has a copper plate, and deliberately knocked me?"
"You think it's beautiful."
Chu nightning said coldly, and then lowered his head and took care of himself to eat.
But I don't know if it is an illusion of burning ink. He saw that Chu nightning's face was slightly red in the warm candlelight.
After the dumplings, the chef's sumptuous dinner was quickly brought out one by one, and the table was filled with chicken, duck, and fish.
Meng Potang became more and more lively, Xue Zhengyi and Mrs. Wang sat in the chief, and asked the little snowman to send rich red envelopes to the table.
A little snowman kept hitting the knee of Chu nightning, and Shi Zi Ancheng's eyes stared at him.
Chu nightning was slightly startled: "Why, I have it too?"
After taking the red envelope and opening it, there was a valuable golden leaf inside. He was speechless. He looked up at Xue Zhengyi, but saw that the vulgar man was looking at him with a smile, and he raised the wine cup in his hand. Toasted.
So silly.
But I feel that Xue Zhengyi is really... Really...
Chu nightning stared at him for a while, couldn't help but rubbed a smile on the corner of his mouth, and also raised his own wine, raised it towards the lord, and drank it.
Golden leaves were all distributed to the apprentices. After three rounds of drinking and continuous performances on stage, the atmosphere at the table finally became lively.
Mainly because the three bear children don't seem to be so afraid of him anymore.
As for Chu Wanning, it has always been a thousand cups.
"Master, Master, let me show you the palmistry?"
The brain who was the first to drink was a little unclear, it was Xue Meng.
He took Chu nightning's hand and looked closely in front of him. If he hadn't eaten three glasses of wine, he wouldn't have dared to offend him like this if he lent him ten courage.
"The life line is long but intermittent, and the body doesn't seem to be particularly good." Xue Meng grumbled, "It's easy to get sick."
The ink burned and laughed: "It's quite accurate."
Chu nightning glared at him.
"The ring finger is slender, Master, you are very lucky to make money."
"Three lines are of the same origin, the branch line at the end of the love line falls into the wisdom line, and is generally willing to sacrifice for love..." Xue Meng stared blankly for a while, then suddenly raised his head and asked, "Really?"
Chu nightning's face was blue, and he gritted his teeth: "Xue Ziming, I think you are tired and crooked."
The drunk Xue Meng was still unaware, but he smiled honestly, continued to watch, and then said: "Ah, there is also an island-shaped pattern on the love line, and it is under the ring finger, Master, you look at people. The eyes are not right... Maybe a blind man with open eyes... "
Chu nightning couldn't bear it any longer, and he pulled his hands and wanted to leave.
The ink burned and laughed to death, holding the stomach for a long time, and suddenly looked at the cold and chilling eyes of Chu Wanning, and held it hard, but the ribs were twitching and hurting.
Chu nightning said angrily: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"
I was annoyed to leave, but Xue Meng grabbed the sleeves. Immediately after the ink burned, he couldn't laugh. Xue Meng stumbled and pulled Chu Wanning down, buried his head in Chu Wanning's arms, wrapped his hands around his waist, and pressed his forehead against the master's shirt. rubbed infinitely affectionately.
"Master..." The soft young voice had a hint of coquettishness, "Don't go, come, have another drink."
Chu nightning seems to be choking.
"Xue Ziming!! You, you're making a fool of yourself, let me go!"
Unexpectedly, at this time, the little snowman on the stage suddenly ran down. It turned out that the sword dance performance of the greedy wolf elder was over. According to the order, it should be Chu Wanning's turn.
This is not good. Everyone's eyes are focused on Chu Wanning. After seeing Xue Meng drunk, he dared to hug the waist of the elder Yuheng and bury it in the other's arms to play a rogue. The chopsticks were taken down, and he stared at this corner intently.
Chu nightning: "..."
For a time, the scene was extremely embarrassing. Elder Yuheng was neither standing nor sitting. He could only let Xue Meng hold his hands and feet.
After a long period of silence, Mo Ran suddenly laughed dryly: "No, Xue Meng, you are such a big person, are you still coquettish?" Then he reached out and pulled people, "Get up, don't rely on Shizun's body. ."
Xue Meng didn't mean to act like a spoiled child. If he could remember this when he was awake, he would be able to slap his ears.
But the person was drunk at the moment, and the ink burned and dragged him for a long time before tearing him off from Chu Wanning.
"Sit down, what time is this?"
Xue Meng looked at a finger stretched out by the ink, and frowned and replied: "Three."
Ink burning: "..."
The teacher couldn't help laughing and teased him: "Who am I?"
"You are a teacher." Xue Meng rolled his eyes impatiently.
The ink burned also joined in the fun: "Who am I?"
Xue Meng stared at him for a while and said, "You are a dog."
"..." Mo Ran said angrily, "Xue Ziming, I'm not finished with you!"
Suddenly at the table next to him, there was a disciple who didn't know if he was bold or had too much drinking, pointing at Chu Wanning, and asked loudly with a smile: "Young master, look at him, who is he?"
Xue Meng couldn't drink enough, he couldn't sit still, lying on the table, dragging his cheeks, and squinting at Chu Wanning for a long time.
Chu nightning: "..."
Xue Meng: "..."
Chu nightning: "..."
Xue Meng: "..."
After a long stalemate, when everyone thought that Xue Meng was probably drunk, and when he was about to fall asleep, he suddenly smiled and wanted to pull the sleeves of Chu Wanning.
"Brother fairy."
The four words are loud and clear.
Disciples: "..."
"puff."
I don't know who laughed first, and then everyone couldn't help it. Even if Chu nightning's face was ugly and his temper was bad, but the law did not blame the public, everyone was sure that even if he was unhappy, he couldn't use the sky. Ask everyone in the room to smoke it again? So the lively Meng Po Hall burst into laughter, and everyone whispered among the wine and meat for fear that the world would not be in chaos.
"Haha, fairy brother."
"Elder Yuheng is so good-looking, he really looks like a fairy."
"If I say it, I have to say something vulgar. Every time I see him, I can't help but think of a word."
Someone asked: "What is it?"
"Except for the three feet of snow on your body, who in the world is worthy of white clothes."
"...Then you are really vulgar."
Chu nightning's face changed from white to blue to blue to black. Finally, he decided to pretend to be calm, as if he didn't hear it.
After all, he was accustomed to facing everyone's estrangement and awe, and the sudden eagerness expressed in this festive atmosphere and wine made him unable to resist and retreated. Faced with such a situation, he really didn't know how to react, so he had to force his composure.
However, the faint blush color at the base of his ears betrayed his handsome face that seemed to be three feet frozen.
Mo Ran noticed it, pursed his lips, didn't speak, but for some reason, he suddenly felt an annoying jealousy in his heart.
It's not that he doesn't know that Chu nightning is good-looking, but like everyone, he also understands that although Chu nightning is handsome, that kind of handsomeness is more of a knife and axe sharpness. Cold and unapproachable.
In terms of his dark and cramped psychology, Chu nightning is like a plate of crispy meat, but it is placed in a broken and dirty food box. The only one in the world who has opened the food box and tasted the delicious food inside. people, only themselves. He doesn't have to worry that someone can discover this delicacy, and he will know the taste from the marrow.
But tonight, in the warm fire, under the stimulation of shochu, so many pairs of eyes are staring at the food box that no one cares about.
The ink burned suddenly became a little nervous. He wants to hold the food box tightly, like swiping away annoying flies, to drive away those who want to eat from him.
But suddenly realized that in this life, this crispy meat is not his. With his crystal clear hand in hand, he could no longer make room to drive away those wolves that covet their meat.
They didn't think that Chu nightning was really like the other elders, and he carefully prepared the New Year's program. He presented the Guqin performance. The disciples were full of admiration, and someone whispered: "I can't believe that Elder Yuheng can actually play the piano..."
"And it's very good to play, I don't even know the taste of meat."
The ink burned and sat in the same place without a word, Xue Meng was already asleep, lying on the desk, breathing evenly. The ink burned and took the jug by his hand, filled it up for himself, while listening and drinking, while staring at the people on the stage.
The irritability in his chest grew stronger.
In the last life, Chu Wanning never played any songs at the New Year's Eve reunion banquet.
Only a few people have seen him play the piano.
Around that time, when the ink burned under house arrest, Chu nightning was really sullen in his heart. When he saw a paulownia guqin in the court, he sat on the ground and closed his eyes to touch the strings.
The sound of the piano was far and quiet, attracting the phoenix to attract the butterfly, and when the ink burned back, I saw the silhouette of Chu nightning sitting in the yard, indescribably quiet, pure and noble.
How did you treat him at that time
Ah yes.
He pressed him to the side of the piano and manipulated him, and directly violated this man who was as cold as Yuehua in the courtyard. Mo Ran only cared about the trembling and comfort of his own extinction. He didn't care how painful and uncomfortable Chu night was. He didn't even care that it was the beginning of winter at that time. The stone face was ravaged by himself to the point that he could no longer bear it, and passed out in a coma.
After recuperating for several months, I couldn't recover my spirits.
At that time, the ink burned and said to him coldly: "Chu nightning, you will never play the piano in front of others in the future. You know how much you look like playing the piano..."
He pursed his lips and couldn't find the right words, so he didn't say any more.
How much
It is obviously dignified and peaceful, but for some reason, the seductive person can't control himself.
Chu nightning said nothing, his lips were blue and white, his eyes were closed, and his sword eyebrows were chilling.
Mo Ran raised his hand, hesitated for a moment, and stroked his frown. Stepping on Xianjun seems to be gentle, but his voice is still cold and ruthless.
"If you don't listen, this seat will lock you on the couch with a chain, so that you can't do anything but sleep with this seat. This seat will do what it says."
How did Chu nightning respond at that time
The ink burned and took a sip of wine, looked at the people on the stage, and thought back to it.
As if nothing was said.
It seemed that he opened his eyes and said a word coldly—
"roll."
He can't remember.
In his life, the time he was entangled with Chu Wanning was so long, and many things were no longer so clear and angular.
In the end, he actually only recognized one thing to the extreme: Chu nightning is his person, even if he doesn't like it, it should be destroyed by him and shredded by him. He would rather smash the flesh and blood of Chu Wanning in the palm of his hand, like a wolf, tiger and leopard chewing through the bones of Chu Wanning and taking out the internal organs, and he will not be touched by others.
He wants to breed his desires in the blood of Chu nightning, his curse grows in his bones, and his eagerness flows in his body.
Isn't he aloof
and after? It's not about having your legs spread wide, lying under the worst villain in the world, on the bed of the most tyrannical tyrant, and being killed by a man's fiery blade. He soiled him, inside, outside, all dirty.
How can it be so easy to put on the torn clothes.
The ink burned and closed his eyes, his knuckles were blue and white, and his heart was stunned.
He thought about the past, and he could no longer hear the lively cheers of New Year's Eve, nor the sound of Ning Shukuang's piano.
There was only a cold, almost crazy voice left in his mind, circling for a long time like a vulture fluttering from the past.
"Hell is too cold, Chu nightning, you come to sacrifice me."
"Yeah, you are a god and the light of others. Xue Mengmei, Han Xue Liming, and the people are waiting for you to illuminate them, Chu Zongshi, sages." The voice smiled sweetly, smiled, and suddenly became ruthless. Like a soul that is cut in half, angry like thunder, "But what about me! Have you ever taken care of me! Have you warmed me? I only have the scars you left on my body! Sage, Chu nightning!"
"I want your people, I want your life. You want to be their fire, I want to take you to my grave. Let you only look at my bones, I want you to be with me rotted."
"It's not up to you to live or die..."
The thunderous cheers rang out.
The ink burned and opened his eyes fiercely, and the cold sweat had soaked his back.
The performance is over, all the disciples are eagerly slapping the palms, and the ink burns sitting in it, feeling that there are bursts of emptiness and paleness in front of him.
At that moment, for the first time in his life, he suddenly felt so absurd, and suddenly felt that he seemed to be crazy in his previous life.
In fact, Chu nightning is not bad... I am... why
When the spirits get into his throat, he is at a loss, he is stuck and ignorant, and he is intoxicated.
The author has something to say:
small theater:
"The Psychological Activity of Various Actors"
Mo Weiyu: I felt like a lunatic in my previous life. The script that the director gave me, how do I think it made me act a madman, this script made me embarrassed, but I had to follow it.
Xue Meng: I think I am a straight man, but the director asked me to act like a spoiled brat today. This script made me embarrassed, but I had to follow it.
Teacher: I think A Ran has changed. The director clearly said that he likes me, but he didn't watch me today. This script made me embarrassed, but I had to follow it.
Chu nightning: I think I don't want to play the bed. play. But the director said... I don't care what he says, drag it down, and kill me. Let him know what it means to have to.