That night, the two of them were lying on a spacious stone bed, and the time under house arrest was really hard to bear.
Walking around, it's such a big cave, Chu night is quiet, but it's okay, but the ink burns are different, he really feels like a year.
"Oh, boring, boring, what to play? What to play?"
Chu nightning closed his eyes and said: "Sleep."
"It's still very early." Mo Ran glanced at the drip and shook his head, "It's very early."
Chu nightning ignored him.
The ink burned a few times on the bed, and suddenly came to pull his face.
"Senior brother."
"… "
"Senior Brother~"
"… "
"Senior Brother!!"
Chu night Ning suddenly opened his eyes and said angrily: "What to do!"
The ink burned shamelessly and shook his hand back and forth: "Play with me."
"...Are you a junior brother or I am a junior brother?" Chu nightning was furious and shook off his hand, "Who will accompany you to fool around!"
The ink burned sweetly and smiled, and it was really shameless. He said: "Of course you are messing with me. Otherwise, who else can be."
Chu nightning: "..."
The hairband was removed from the ink-burning head. The red one was narrow and narrow, tied at both ends, stretched between the ink-burning fingers, and wound into a unique knot.
In the end, Chu nightning still sat up from the bed and asked without a good temper: "What is this? How to play?"
"This is the flower rope. Girls play more, boys usually don't play this, but didn't I grow up in the music house? There are many girls there, so I learned it."
"… "
"It's actually quite interesting, look, you hook this thread to your finger... No, it's not this one, it's your little finger, um, that's it. Then the thumb and index finger hook the two threads over there... " The ink burned slowly and whispered, very patient and peaceful.
The candles crackled, and the warm yellow halo reflected on their figures, one large and one small, bowing their heads and dedicatedly going around the red line drawn by the hair rope, each other's expressions gradually became gentle.
Chu nightning's hand stretched the line, and he circled the pattern under the pointer of the ink burning, and he accidentally made a mistake. When the red line changed his hand, he did not pull out a new style as expected, but it was pulled back to the original shape. , two simple steps.
He stared blankly, his hands still in the air, but he murmured with a puzzled face: "Why did you disperse? How can this be..."
"Haha, you made a mistake again."
"… come again."
"It won't come, it won't come." Mo Ran said with a smile, "It's always boring to play one, change something else."
"No." This time, Chu nightning was not happy, and said solemnly, "One more time."
"… "
The two stayed in the cave for three days, and on the fourth night, Mo Ran prepared to make some delicious food for Chu Wanning as usual. In the past few days, he has figured out some ways. His little junior brother and master are indeed from the same hometown, and their likes and dislikes for food are exactly the same.
What Feathermen sent tonight was a hen and a few mushrooms. Mo Ran intends to cook a pot of fresh mushroom chicken soup, and add some noodles made by myself, the taste must not be too bad.
"Chicken soup at night?"
"Well." Mo Ran responded and looked sideways at Chu Wanning. Although this child is talented in martial arts, he is completely unable to find a way to turn the flower rope, but he has a stubborn tendon. Can't help laughing.
The ink burned and said with a smile: "You sit and play slowly, but I am afraid that my soup is stewed, but you haven't thoroughly studied the rope."
Chu nightning snorted coldly, paused, and said lightly: "Is there ginger slices in the remaining ingredients?"
"Let's see... yo, yes, a lot. I gave a bunch of ginger yesterday."
Chu nightning said with satisfaction: "Put some more in and go to the fishy."
The ink burned and touched his chin: "Oh... Shouldn't you put some wolfberry?"
Chu nightning's eyes lit up: "Is there?"
"Pfft. Of course not, I just think you and Master have similar tastes. He also likes to put ginger and wolfberry in soup."
"… Do you remember what he likes to eat?"
"Haha, yeah, yeah, I'm cute." Mo Ran is too lazy to explain, can't tell the younger brother about the past and present life? So he followed the pole and replied, "I am a filial and filial apprentice of twenty-four, but it is a pity that Master can't see my pure heart, and I admire it with Quan Quan."
The ink burned casually and started to process the poultry meat, so he perfectly missed the expression of Chu Wanning. He swiftly plucked the hair and removed the organs, and was about to boil the water to remove the blood. At this time, the little junior brother whispered: "He probably wouldn't know."
"What?"
When Chu Wanning saw the ink burning his head, the tip of his ear suddenly turned red, he turned his head and coughed a few times, and said, "I said that you treat the elder Yuheng well, and he may not know it."
"Oh, this, it doesn't really matter. I'm used to it anyway, although I sometimes dream that he can talk to me like other people's masters, or occasionally like I know what he likes to eat. Same, it's good to know what I like. But that's all in the past. When I first started, I was blinded by his beautiful skin and thought he was a gentle person. Now that I think about it, it's really... Alas, he The old man is unattainable, how can I dare to enter his eyes, haha, ahahaha.”
When Chu nightning heard the words, he was a little sullen, but after thinking about it carefully, although he was concerned about the ink burning on weekdays, he did always put on a gesture of alienation, and he couldn't help but sullen and became embarrassed. After a while, he jumped off the bed and walked to Mo Ran quietly.
"doing what?"
"You've been cooking for several days. Today's simple, I'll make it for you."
The ink burned for a while, and then smiled: "Why do you suddenly have this idea? You are so small, how do you cook? You can't even reach the stove. What's more, I'm your brother, since you call me like this, how many meals? What is food?"
Chu nightning moved a bench over, stood on the stool silently, and looked at him stubbornly.
Ink burning: "...What are you staring at me for?"
"See if I can get the stove."
"… "
"Elder Yuheng doesn't know what you like to eat, but I'm not as conscientious as him." Chu nightning said blankly, "You go to rest, I will cook for you."
Busy for a long time, Chu Ningning did not let Mo Ran intervene, but held the corpse of the kitchen knife to divide the hen's corpse with a fierce look, his expression was focused, his technique was rigid, and the scene was unbearable to look directly at.
Mo Ran originally wanted to help, but the stinky temper of the younger brother is also very similar to that of the master. When he is focused on doing things, he hates others to disturb him, so after a few times of self-talk, Mo Ran had to scratch his head and lie in bed in a daze to rest. .
The chicken finally got out of the pot, and Chu nightning covered the mud cover of the soup pot. He turned his head and just wanted to say something to the ink, and suddenly heard a soft voice coming from the door of the prison.
"A Ran, Junior Brother Xia, are you there?"
When Mo Ran heard this voice, if struck by lightning, he jumped out of bed suddenly, he rushed to the door, through the gap, first saw a featherman standing outside coldly, but when he turned his eyes a little, he saw behind her , The teacher was plain white, standing with a sad face, and couldn't help but be overjoyed: "Master! You... How come you are here?"
"I have something important to tell you." The teacher said, "The lord has already received the report, came to Peach Blossom Spring, and is now negotiating with the feathermen. How are you, you have suffered these days?"
"I'm very good, I can eat, drink and dance." Mo Ran paused and asked, "Where is the master? Where are the others?"
"It is said that it is still in retreat and repairing, and has never come."
"Oh..." Mo Ran's eyes flickered, sighed randomly, and muttered to himself, "It's okay if you don't come... it's okay if you don't come."
"But Elder Xuanji has arrived and said that he is here to guarantee Junior Brother Xia." The teacher asked, "Junior Brother Xia is sleeping?"
The ink burned: "No, he is stewing soup. Junior Brother - come here!"
Chu nightning put down the small bamboo fan that fanned the fire, walked to the door, looked at the two people outside, and there was no unexpected expression, and said lightly: "What's wrong?"
Before the teacher could speak, he heard the feathermen snort and asked: "It's not the people who are at the top of your life and death. Your master said that he wanted to protect you, and he was negotiating with our Xianzun."
"… my master?"
"Elder Xuanji."
"Oh." Chu nightning paused, expressionless, "Very good."
The Yumin pouted and said, "Come out, you two, all your honorable people have gathered at the Drinking Dew Pavilion, waiting to hear the two of you explain."
Chu nightning looked back at the chicken soup that was being stewed and said, "I'm not going, the soup is half boiled, and I can't leave. The ink burns, you say it for me."
When Yumin heard the words, his heart was really a stinky child, and his speech was so unreliable, so he sneered and frightened him: "If you don't go, you will miss the opportunity to defend, if you are sentenced to kill the eighteen girls, That's killing people to pay for their heads."
Unexpectedly, Chu nightning was not afraid of listening at all, but looked indifferent, gave him a cold look, turned and left.
The teacher was about to stop him, but the ink burned and shook his head with a smile: "Let him go, I'll just go."
"But Elder Xuanji came from a long way, and he would have lost his etiquette if he didn't greet him..."
Before the ink burned, I heard Chu nightning far away: "Brother Mo, you say hello to the master on my behalf."
"..." He said so quietly, but he was still heard by him. The teacher couldn't help but be a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat and waited for the feathermen to open the thorns outside the cell, and then pulled the ink to burn and prepare to leave.
Unexpectedly, at this time, Chu nightning turned back and stopped him: "Brother."
"The younger brother has changed his mind and wants to go with me?" Mo Ran asked with a smile.
Chu nightning's little short hand waved his sleeves and said: "I'm not going. I came here to tell you, remember to come back early, the soup will be cold later, and it's not good to drink."
The ink burned for a while, and smiled: "Okay, then you wait for me."
"Well." Chu nightning stopped talking, but when the ink burned far away, and the figure disappeared around the corner, he turned his head and concentrated on the soup.
The Drinking Dew Pavilion is not far from the prison. On the way, the teacher asked intentionally or unintentionally: "A burning, you seem to be familiar with Junior Brother Xia these days?"
The ink burned and said with a smile: "Yeah, I and he can be considered to share weal and woe. Why, shouldn't the teacher be jealous of children?"
"… nonsense."
"Hahaha, don't worry about the teacher, my favorite is the teacher, and it won't change."
"...Don't talk nonsense any more, I just think Junior Brother Xia is a little strange..."
"Strange? Oh..." The ink burned for a while and nodded, "He is quite strange."
"You feel that too?"
"Yeah." Mo Ran said with a smile, "Speaking at a young age is like adults, and mana cannot be underestimated. In addition, the things I encountered in the fantasy world before are even more bizarre, and I haven't had time to tell you. Do you know? I suspect that he and our master are distant relatives."
The teacher's eyes moved slightly and asked: "How do you say this?"
"We saw a person in the fantasy world. He was the son of the prefect of Lin'an City two hundred years ago. His surname was also Chu.
When I was about to talk about the key point, I suddenly heard a fierce swearing sound in front of me. When I looked up, it was Xue Meng striding forward with anger on his face, and he kept cursing: "Beast! Beast! Shameless. dog thing!"