There was no way, even if the younger brother Ah Chi, the one who should set off still had to set off. Feathermen took them all the way east, to the Yangtze River port, and summoned a self-navigating boat, escorted by a barrier, and released the boat to the sea.
This night, the ink burned for the first time to get rid of the master and get along with the teacher, but strangely, it seemed that it was not as excited as expected.
Xue Meng and Xia Si Ni are already asleep, and Mo Ran is lying on the deck alone, with his arms behind his head, looking at the stars.
The teacher came out of the cabin, took some dried fish that the fishermen bought, sat next to the ink, and the two of them were chatting while nibbling on the dried fish.
"A Ran, if we go to the Peach Blossom Spring, we may not be able to go to Lingshan to discuss the sword in time. I don't care, but you and the young master are both extremely powerful people. You lost the opportunity to show your talents. Do you regret it later?"
The ink burned his head and smiled: "What's the matter, the reputation is nothing, go to Taohuayuan to learn the skills, can protect the important people, that is more important than anything."
The teacher's eyes were full of eyes, and he said gently: "You can think so, the master knows, and he will be very happy."
"What about you? Are you happy?"
"Of course I'm happy too."
The waves crashed against the boats, and the canoes tossed on the sea.
The ink burned on the side and watched the teacher for a while, wanting to tease a few words, but I didn't know how to speak. In his eyes, the teacher is really unreachable and pure.
Perhaps it is because it is too pure, the lewd thoughts that will arise when facing Chu Wanning, but will not be easily possessed when facing the teacher.
The ink burned for a while.
The teacher noticed that he was looking at himself, so he turned his head and brushed the long hair that was blown by the sea wind behind his ears, and smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"
The ink burned his face and turned his head: "Nothing."
He originally wanted to take this opportunity to come out and carefully confess to the teacher. But the words came to his mouth several times, but he couldn't open his mouth.
confession.
and then
In the face of such a clean, gentle and gentle person, the ink can't be violent, and it can't be strong. I'm afraid of being rejected. Even if I'm accepted, I'm afraid I don't know how to get along with the teacher.
After all, in the past life, he had a short relationship with the teacher, and he really handled it very badly... Except for the intimacy in the ghost master's illusion, he never even kissed anyone.
Not to mention the things he has experienced in this life, he is not even sure whether the person in the illusion is Chu Wanning or a teacher.
The teacher still smiled: "But you, it seems that you really have something to say to me."
The ink burned my heart, and for a moment, it seemed that I wanted to recklessly pierce this layer of window paper.
But for some reason, a pure white figure suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, with a clear face, not very fond of laughing, always alone, very lonely.
Suddenly, his throat was blocked, and he could no longer speak.
The ink burned his head and stared at the starry night sky.
After a while, he said silently: "Master, you are really important to me."
"Well. I know, you do me too."
The ink burned and said: "Do you know? I had a nightmare before, in the dream you... You are gone, I am very sad."
The teacher smiled: "You are quite stupid."
Ink burning: "... I will protect you."
"Okay, then thank my good junior brother first."
The ink burned in the heart and couldn't help but said: "I..."
The teacher asked softly: "What else do you want to say?"
The sound of the waves seemed so loud, and the boat was bumpy. The teacher looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to say the last sentence.
But the ink burned and closed his eyes: "It's nothing. It's cold at night, you go back to the cabin to sleep."
"..." The teacher was quiet for a while and asked, "What about you?"
Sometimes the ink burns is really stupid: "I... look at the stars and blow the wind."
The teacher didn't move. After a while, he smiled: "Okay, then I'll go. You rest early."
turned away.
The turrets travel in the sea, the sky is high and the clouds are wide.
The guy lying on the deck didn't know what he had missed. He was actually a little absent-minded. He had been trying to dig out the true emotions deep in his heart. When the belly was white, he still hadn't come up with a reason.
He got along with the teacher day and night, and his feelings were deep. Mo Ran thought that when the two were alone, he would impatiently want to confess to the teacher, but when the boat arrived at the bridge, he found that it was not the case. About myself is still too clumsy. At this time, I rush to confess to the teacher, and I will definitely scare the other party. Even if I am not scared, I can't talk about this relationship.
Between the teacher and the teacher, he seems to be more accustomed to such a vague ambiguity. Sometimes I hold the other person's hand inadvertently, and the tenderness in my chest overflows like honey.
This feeling is natural, and he doesn't really want to break it right away.
When he returned to the cabin very late, everyone was already asleep. The ink burned back on the seat, looking at the night outside the narrow skylight, the figure of Chu Wanning slowly emerged in front of him, sometimes closing his eyes and saying nothing, and sometimes his eyebrows were sharp.
Of course, Mo Ran also remembered the appearance of that person curled up and asleep, docile and lonely, like a spring sleeping begonia that no one cares about because it blooms too high.
Leaving aside hatred, Chu nightning's entanglement with his previous life is deeper than everyone in this world.
He took away many firsts from Chu Wanning, whether the other party wanted it or not.
Such as the first kiss, the first cooking, the first tears.
There is also the first night of Chu Wanning.
To die, thinking of this made him feel hot all over, and the blood rushed down.
In contrast, he also gave Chu nightning some of his first time, whether the other party wanted it or not.
For example, it is the first time to meet a teacher, to coax someone for the first time, and to give flowers for the first time.
It was the first time I was disappointed with someone.
And, first time tempted.
Yes, first time tempted.
He came to the top of life and death, and the first person he saw was actually not a teacher, but Chu Wanning.
Under the Begonia tree that day, the young man in white was so focused and beautiful that at first sight, Mo Ran felt that he would not want anyone to be his master except this person.
But from which moment did everything change
When did the person he cared about became the teacher, and the person he hated became the master...
He thought about it carefully in the past few months, and then he felt that it should be after that misunderstanding.
That was the first time that he was punished by Chu Wanning to smoke Liu Teng. The fifteen-year-old boy returned to the bedroom with scars, curled up on the bed alone, his throat was choked, and his eyes were wet and red. The wound on his back was second, and what made him sad the most was the cold expression of the master. Tian Wen fell down, like beating a bereaved dog, and he never showed any mercy.
It was good that he secretly picked the begonia from the medicine garden, but he didn't know how precious and precious that begonia was, nor how much effort Mrs. Wang had put in, waiting for five years before a flower bloomed.
All he knew was that when he returned on the moonlit night that day, he saw a gleam of white lying on the branches.
The color of the petals is cool and the fragrance is faint.
He looked up and admired for a moment, thinking of his master. At that moment, there was an inexplicable throbbing in my heart for some unknown reason, and it seemed that even my fingertips could not help but feel slightly hot. Before he could react, he had carefully folded the flower, with gentle movements, for fear of touching even a drop of dew on the petals.
Through the thick eyelashes curtain, he looked at Begonia in the night with clear dew under the moonlight. He didn't know that at that moment, the tenderness and love he left to Chu Wanning was so pure. In the next ten years, Twenty years, until death, there will be no more.
Before the flower was given to the master, he was caught by Xue Meng who just came to collect medicine for his mother.
The young master angrily twisted him to the front of the master. Chu nightning turned his head back, heard the cold and sharp eyes, glanced at the burning face, and asked him what he had to argue.
The ink burned and said: "I fold the flower, I want to give it to..."
He was still holding the spring sleeping begonia in his hand, with frost and dew, indescribably cold and charming.
But Chu nightning's eyes were too cold, so cold that the lava-like heat in his chest cooled down one foot by one.
The word "you" will never be spoken again.
He was all too familiar with that feeling. Before he returned to the peak of life and death, when he was short and thin, and shuttled between Le Ling and Enke, he spent every day in such eyes—
That contempt, that contempt...
The ink burned suddenly and shuddered.
Could it be that Shizun actually looks down on him
In the face of Chu Wanning's cold question, Mo Ran only felt that his heart was cold. He lowered his head and said solemnly, "... I... have nothing to tell."
It's a foregone conclusion.
Because of this begonia, Chu nightning beat him forty vines. Until Mo Ran's initial goodwill towards him was fragmented.
But if at that time, Mo Ran was willing to explain one more sentence, if at that time, Chu nightning was willing to ask one more sentence, then maybe everything would be different, and this pair of masters and apprentices may not take the first step of the doomsday.
But, not so many ifs.
And it was at this point that warmth, like a teacher, appeared beside him.
After coming back from Chu Wanning, Mo Ran didn't go to eat. He was lying on the bed and didn't turn on the lights.
The teacher pushed the door and came in, and what he saw was such a figure frozen in the dark. He placed the red oil dragon hand on the table lightly, then walked to the bed, and called out in a soft voice, "A Ran?"
The ink burned at that time did not have a deep-rooted love for the teacher, he did not turn his head, the blood-filled eyes were still staring at the wall, and his voice was hoarse and heavy.
"go out."
"I'll bring you..."
"You get me out."
"Aran, don't do this."
"… "
"Master's temper is not good, it's okay if you get used to it. Get up and eat something."
The ink burns stubbornly like a stubborn donkey that ten horses can't drag back.
"Don't eat, I'm not hungry."
"...Anyway, put a pad on your stomach, if you don't eat it, the master will know that he will be angry-" Before the anger could say it, the ink burned and sat up, and the eyes with water vapor were aggrieved and angry, through the eyelashes slightly trembling.
"Angry? Why is he angry? The mouth is on my own face, what does it have to do with him? In fact, he doesn't want me as an apprentice at all. It's better if I starve to death, and I will give it to the teacher if I starve to death. Respect and peace of mind, so that the old man can be happy."
Teacher: "..."
He didn't expect that his words would touch the sore spot of the burning ink like this, and he was at a loss for a while. He just stared blankly at the younger brother in front of him.
After a long time, the mood of the ink burned slightly, he lowered his head, the long hair on the side of his face fell, covering half of his face.
The ink burned: "... I'm sorry."
The teacher couldn't see his face clearly, only to see that his shoulders were trembling, his fingers were squeezed into fists, and the meridians on the back of his hands were light blue.
After all, the fifteen-year-old boy was still too childish. He endured it for a while, and finally couldn't help it. He sat curled up, hugged his knees and cried. The voice was broken and hoarse, intermittent, with madness and confusion, pain and sadness.
He burst into tears, and he repeated over and over again, just a few words—
"I just want to have a home... In the past fifteen years, I really... Really just want to have a home... Why do you look down on me... Why do you look at me like this... Why, why do you all look down on me... "
He cried for a long time, and the teacher accompanied him and sat for a long time.
When the ink burned enough to cry, the teacher handed him a white handkerchief, and brought the red oil that was already cold.
The teacher said warmly: "Don't say anything stupid like starving to death or not starving to death. Since you have returned to the top of life and death and worshipped under the master's door, you are my junior brother, and I have lost my parents since I was a child. If you are willing, Treat me like a family member. Come and eat."
"… "
"This hand is covered by me. Even if you don't reward the master's face, you will reward my face, right?" The teacher slightly bent the corner of his mouth, scooped up a crystal full hand, and handed it to the ink-burning lips "Let's have a taste."
The ink-burning eyes were still red, with eyes full of water vapor, looking at the person beside the bed, and finally let go, and the gentle boy fed the food.
In fact, the bowl of chao shou was already cold, and it was over-soaked, so I missed the best time to eat it.
But at that moment, in the candlelight, it was this bowl of food that was sent from far and wide, along with that peerless graceful, gentle-eyed face, which was instantly engraved into my heart. Before life and after death, never forget.
Probably from that night.
He hated the master more and more deeply, and it was from that day that he believed that the teacher is the most important person in his life.
After all, people are greedy for warmth.
Especially the frozen mourning dogs, they will shiver when they see the salt sprinkled, fearing that the snow will fall, and they are afraid of the coming of winter.
Stepping Xianjun looks beautiful, but only he knows it in his heart.
In fact, he is really just a stray wild dog. This wild dog has been looking for a place to curl up, a place that can be called "home", but he has been looking for fifteen years, no matter what. not.
So, his love-hate becomes very simple and ridiculous—
Someone gave him a stick and he hated it.
Someone gave him a bowl of broth and he fell in love.
Only a little bit of a break.