"… "
The ink burns like a wooden chicken.
After a long time, he scratched his cheeks, blushed, and came back to his senses, and waved his hands again and again: "No, that, I don't know, this is not my handkerchief, so where did my handkerchief go?... I, I, I, ah, I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn't wash it..."
He stared at the celestial silk handkerchief embroidered with faint begonia flower marks, but he couldn't remember how he had such an extra object. After thinking about it for a long time in a hurry, he suddenly patted his head.
"what!"
"… What's wrong… "
"I remembered it!" Mo Ran sighed with relief, took the handkerchief back from the teacher's hand, and smiled, "I'm sorry, this handkerchief is really not mine, I can't give it to you."
Teacher: "..."
I didn't even say to.
"But this is not the master's, don't see that Haitang is the master." The ink burned the handkerchief and put it back in his arms, obviously because he didn't take the master's handkerchief by mistake and felt extremely relaxed and relieved, "This veil belongs to Junior Brother Xia."
The teacher is thoughtful: "Xia Shidi's?"
"Yeah, I live with him these days, maybe the veil was washed, and I took it wrong in the morning, haha, I'm really sorry."
"...Well, it doesn't matter." The teacher still smiled gently, and then got up and said, "It's not too early, let's go, let's pick up Junior Brother Xia."
The two left the house and went straight to the prison.
However, before going too far, the teacher's footsteps gradually slowed down. It was not obvious at first, but I accidentally tripped over a piece of gravel. It was a stumbling and almost fell. Fortunately, the ink burned by the side and caught it in time. he.
The ink burned to see that he was pale and bloodless, and couldn't help but said in amazement: "What happened to you?"
"It's okay." The teacher took a breath, "I have less lunch, I have no strength, just rest for a while."
The more vaguely he wants to get in the past, the more he cares about the ink burning. After thinking about it carefully, the teacher's light work is not good. The food and clothing costs of this peach blossom garden need to be replaced by feathers. They used to pull out their own feathers. I came to give it to him. I have been locked up these days. Xue Meng has no brains and doesn't know how to take care of people...
The more the ink burned, the more worried he said, "You used to be in the sect, and you often didn't eat lunch, but you never saw you like this. Where are you not eating a meal? Tell me the truth, how long have you been hungry? ?"
"I… "
Seeing him murmuring, Mo Ran's face became more and more gloomy, and he pulled him to the opposite direction.
The teacher hurriedly said: "A burning, where to go?"
"Take you to eat!" The ink burned viciously, but when he looked back, his eyes were very distressed, "I'm not here, won't you take good care of yourself? Every time I think about others, I think about others first! But What about you? Have you considered yourself?"
"A Ran..."
I dragged the teacher along the way to the wine shop. It is reasonable to say that the teacher belongs to the Healing Department. Without the token, it is impossible to come to the attack department where they are used to. However, since the 18th incident, people have been panicking. In order to deal with the unexpected situation, the Feathermen have long since lifted the prohibition between the various departments.
"What do you want to eat? Order yourself."
"Just eat some." The teacher looked a little guilty, "I'm sorry, I thought I was here to help, but in the end it dragged you down..."
"I'm sorry for anything between you and me." Mo Ran stretched out his hand and flicked his forehead, slowing his tone, "Order, I'll pay after ordering, you sit and eat well."
The teacher was startled: "What about you?"
"I have to pick up Junior Brother Xia. The murderer has never been caught. Although there are guards near the cell, I am still worried."
Hearing that the ink burned to leave, there seemed to be a dim light flash in the teacher's eyes, but he quickly said: "Just buy two buns, I will go with you and eat while walking."
Mo Ran was about to dissuade him, but suddenly he heard a whistle outside the wine shop, and more than a dozen young female cultivators dressed in fancy dresses entered the building giggling.
"The shopkeeper, let me ask you something." The woman in the lead asked with a tender smile, "Eldest brother... Did you book a banquet in this restaurant tonight?"
"Yes, yes." The shopkeeper replied with a wide-eyed smile. These days, these feathermen have all figured out that the big brother loves to drink and listen to music, and he will find a wine shop every night to hold a banquet. And as long as the "Big Brother" was there, a group of chattering female cultivators would swarm in advance.
Sure enough, those female cultivators immediately became more and more excited, and they hurriedly set the table. From time to time, three or two sentences floated into the ink burning ears.
What are they talking about "Xiaofang, look at my eyebrows today, do you look good? Will the senior brother be happy?" "It looks good, then look at my eye makeup, which is a bit more gorgeous, will he? Do you think I'm frivolous?", and what "You are so beautiful, the eldest brother must like you. Yesterday I saw him look at you several times." "Oh, it's annoying, how is it possible, or the elder sister has a luxurious temperament, and the eldest brother likes it. She is a talented woman with poetry and books like my sister."
"… "
In such an extraordinary period, these people can still be intoxicated by the haze for a man, the ink burned the corner of his mouth, turned his head to the sister and said: "The bun is the bun, we buy it and leave, leaving you alone in this cave of tigers and wolves. , I'm not worried either."
The teacher looked at his expression and couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.
The best taste in this building is that I can't stop salivating big meat buns, and I bought ten in one breath, all of which were given to the teacher. Walking on the road, I glanced at the sweet teacher from time to time, and the ink burned finally relaxed.
But no one thought that it was this bun that hurt the teacher.
He was already weak in his stomach, and his grains of rice had not run out for a long time. His stomach was empty, and he suddenly ate this heavy and greasy oil bag, and soon his stomach could not stand the colic.
This time, the ink burned completely unable to pick up Chu Wanning, and hurriedly took the painful pale and sweaty teacher back to Lingxiao Pavilion, put it on the bed in the bedroom that had just been cleaned up, and went outside to ask someone to invite a doctor.
Prescribed medicine, fed warm water, Mo Ran sat on the edge of the couch, looked at the haggard appearance of the teacher, and blamed himself: "It still hurts? I'll rub it for you."
The teacher's voice is very low and weak: "No need... it's okay..."
But the slender hand with the clear joints of the ink burning has already come over, pressed against his stomach through the quilt, and gently massaged.
Xu is that he pressed the force just right, very comfortable, the teacher didn't say anything after all, he gradually relaxed his breathing under the caress of this body, and fell asleep.
The ink burned until he fell asleep, and then he was ready to leave.
However, before he got up, his hand was caught.
The smoldering eyes suddenly widened, and the dark purple eyes flashed slightly: "Master...?"
"It hurts... don't go... "
The beauty on the couch still closed her eyes, as if she was dreaming.
The ink burned and stood in the same place. The teacher never asked people to help him do anything. He has always helped others without any return.
So he sat back on the edge of the couch again, looking at the haunted face attentively and nostalgically, while continuing to rub his stomach slowly. Outside the open Xuan window, peach blossoms were falling, and the sky was finally dark.
When Mo Ran suddenly remembered that he had promised the younger brother for dinner, it was already midnight.
"It's over!" Mo Ran suddenly jumped up and patted his head, "It's over, it's over!!"
At this time, the teacher has also fallen asleep, and the ink burned a stride to the outside and wanted to run to the prison. A blue light suddenly lit up in the sky, Elder Xuanji was holding a child in his arms, and the child was carrying a small earthen pot, and the two fell from the sky.
"Elder!"
Xuanji glanced at Mo Ran with a little reproach: "What's the matter? Didn't you say you went to pick him up? If I wasn't worried, I looked at it in the past, Yu... Cough, I'm afraid I'll wait in prison Tomorrow dawns."
"It's the disciple's fault." Mo Ran lowered his head, and after a while, he couldn't help but look up at Chu Wanning, "Junior Brother..."
Xuanji put down Chu nightning, Chu nightning held the crock pot, and quietly glanced at the ink burning: "Have you had dinner?"
I didn't expect that the first sentence he said was actually this, and the ink burned and said: "No, not yet..."
Chu nightning came over, held the pot to him, and said plainly: "It's still hot, drink some."
The ink burned stood on the spot and didn't move for a long time. When he reacted by himself, he had already picked up the little guy and the crock pot and held it in his arms.
"Okay, I'll drink."
Afraid that the soup would be cold, the silly boy took off his robe and wrapped it around the jar, so it was slightly cold for his small body to hug.
The ink burned against his forehead, rubbed gently, and the sincere words that had never been said in two lifetimes blurted out: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."
After saying goodbye to Xuanji, the two returned to the house.
The robe is already crumpled and can no longer be worn. The ink burns for fear that the child will be cold, so go to the back room and turn over a small blanket for Chu Wanning. Chu nightning yawned, climbed to the bench with a small crock pot, and was about to take two small bowls of soup. Suddenly, his eyes blinked twice, and his eyes fell on the leftover meat buns eaten by the teacher.
"… "
Jumping off the stool, Chu Ning walked to the bedroom, looking at the beauty lying on the couch with no expression, neither angry nor uttering a word, just felt that there were some traces of coldness in the cracks of the bones, which made it still warm. A heart was frozen until it was icy cold.
When the ink burned back to the kitchen, Chu nightning was still sitting at the table by the window, with one foot on the bench, one foot hanging down, and his arm resting on the window lattice at will.
Hearing the movement, he turned his face lightly and glanced at Mo Ran.
"Come, find a Firefox blanket, you can put it on first, it's cold at night."
Chu nightning did not speak.
The ink burned over and handed the blanket to him. Chu nightning did not pick it up, but just shook his head and slowly closed his eyes, as if closing his eyes and resting.
"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"
"… "
"Then I'll look for you again to see if there is anything else."
The ink burned and said with a smile, rubbed the hair of Chu nightning, and turned around to find another piece, but suddenly found that the crock on the table was gone. Can't help but stunned: "Where's my soup?"
"Who said it was yours." Chu nightning finally spoke, his voice was cold, "mine."
The ink burned the corner of his mouth, thinking that he was angry with a child: "Okay, yours is yours, what about your soup?"
Chu nightning said indifferently: "Throw it away."
"Throw, throw...?"
Chu nightning ignored him again, jumped off the bench lightly, turned around and pushed the door out.
"Hey? Junior Brother? Junior Brother, where are you going?" Mo Ran couldn't take the blanket, the murderer was unknown, and it was not safe outside, so he quickly followed.
But under the peach blossom tree, the small earthen pot containing the stew was still clumsily placed, and was not thrown away. Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he was doing something wrong after all. The younger brother may have been forbearing when he was not angry just now. After he endured it, he found that he couldn't bear it anymore, and there was nothing wrong with losing his temper.
So I walked over and sat next to Chu nightning.
Chu nightning was under the peach blossom tree, picked up his small crock pot, ignored the ink, opened the cover alone, took a spoon bigger than his face, wanted to reach in to scoop the soup, and found that he couldn't reach it at all. Going in, I couldn't help but get even more angry, smashed the soup spoon with a snap, and sat there holding the jar in a daze.
The ink burned his cheeks and turned his face to the side to give him an idea: "You drink directly to it. Anyway, it's just the two of us here, no shame."
"… "
"Don't drink it? I'll drink it if you don't drink it. This is the first time my junior brother has cooked soup for me, so I can't waste it."
Unexpectedly, Chu nightning slapped his hand away: "Go away."
"..." Mo Ran blinked, and always felt that this conversation felt familiar, but then posted it with a cheeky smile, "Junior brother, it's my fault, don't be angry. I wanted to pick it up very early. You, but Senior Brother Mingjing suddenly felt unwell, so I delayed. I didn't make you wait for a long time on purpose."
Chu nightning still lowered his head and did not speak.
"Then you see, I'm busy so far, and I haven't eaten dinner. I'm really hungry." The ink burned his sleeves pitifully, "Junior brother, kind junior brother, my good junior brother, please, just Give your brother a sip of soup."
"… "
Chu nightning moved, and finally put the soup jar on the ground, slightly raised his head slightly, and still turned away. It means to let the ink burn to drink and take it by yourself.
The ink burned and smiled: "Thank you, brother."
The small earthen pot was filled to the brim, and at a glance, he knew that the younger brother ate very little, but left most of the meat for him, so that there was a lot of meat and very little soup.
The ink burned for a while, his eyebrows were curved, and he said warmly: "Where is the soup, it is clearly a pot of stew. The younger brother is really kind."
"… "
Not much gossip is said, the ink burned to take care of the teacher for a long time, it is really hungry, not to mention the mind of the younger brother, it can't be wasted. He broke off two twigs of peach trees, and with his fingertips, he trimmed the rough branches neatly, used them as chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of chicken into his mouth.
"Wow, it smells so good."
The ink burned with chicken, and there was a mist in his eyes. He smiled and said: "It's delicious. My junior brother is really capable."
In fact, this pot of soup is not delicious, it is too salty, but in order to make the younger brother happy, the ink burned very hard, and soon ate most of the chicken, and Chu nightning did not go to see him from beginning to end. A glance, sitting beside silently.
Gudu Gudu took a big mouthful of soup. The soup was saltier than the meat, and it was even a little bitter in the mouth, but it was bearable.
The ink burned and picked up another chicken leg, and was about to put it in his mouth, and suddenly stunned: "How many legs does a chicken have?"
Of course no one paid him any attention.
The ink burned himself and replied: "Two."
Then he looked at the chicken leg held by the chopsticks, and at the leftover bone he had just eaten.
"… "
The slow-witted person finally raised his head and asked Chu Wanning in a daze: "Junior brother, you...are you..." But the second half of the sentence did not have the courage to ask.
Are you, have been waiting for me, did not eat dinner.
This pot of soup is all meat, are you waiting for me, when the soup is almost dry, only the meat is left, and after the fight, there is only a pitiful little bit, and I thought...
I thought you had eaten it... I left some for me... I thought it was because of your poor craftsmanship that you made a good chicken soup into stewed chicken...
The ink burned silently and put down the crock pot.
But he found it too late, and there were not a few pieces of meat left in the jar.
Chu nightning finally spoke.
His voice was still calm and pleasant, with the tenderness and clarity of a child.
"You said that you want to come back to eat. That's why I waited." He said slowly, without joy or sorrow, "If you don't eat, at least ask someone to bring a letter, and don't let me be a fool. It's okay. ."
"Senior brother..."
Chu nightning still didn't look at him, turned his face sideways, and the ink burned and couldn't see his expression.
"You have someone bring me a letter and tell me that you are going to accompany the teacher... Tell me that you are going to accompany Senior Brother Mingjing. Is it difficult?"
"… "
"You take my crock pot. Before you drank the soup, you talked so much. You asked me one more question if you have eaten. Is it difficult?"
"… "
"Is it difficult for you to see how many drumsticks are in this jar before you eat it?" The last sentence can't help but be funny, and it sounds embarrassing and still can't help laughing. However, the burning pear vortex froze before it melted.
Little brother, crying.
If he was in his adult form, he definitely wouldn't cry because of such a trivial matter, but everyone didn't know that the pinching willow caused him to become smaller, and although his mind would not be greatly affected, it would still have a certain impact after all. If the Qi is weak, it will be easier to approach the childish nature.
This hidden nature is extremely difficult to detect, so neither Mrs. Wang nor Elder Greedy found their pulses.
"I will also be hungry and uncomfortable, and I am also a human being..." Even if the childish innocence prevailed, Chu nightning was still repressed. He choked silently, but his shoulders kept shaking and his tears were suffocating. Su rolled down, his eyes were wet red.
For so many years, when the elder Yuheng was forbearing, no one loved him, no one accompanied him.
But only when the heart is infected with a little childish thoughts, will it be able to tell the truth, collapse, and speak out the depression that has accumulated for so long.
It's not that he is not good to others, but that he does many things silently.
But doing it silently, no one saw it, no one cared about it, and after a long time, it was also tormented.
Mo Ran saw that the shoulders of the younger brother trembled slightly, and he felt uncomfortable in his heart. He reached out and touched it, but before he touched it, he was slapped open by the other party mercilessly.
"Senior brother..."
"Don't you touch me." After all, Chu nightning is to be strong, no matter if he is old or young, he wiped his tears and stood up suddenly, "I'm going to sleep, you go to accompany your junior brother, Get away from me."
"… "
In his anger, he even forgot that the teacher was actually older than the ink-burning years.
Mo Ran opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but Chu nightning had already left, and soon entered another bedroom and slammed the door shut.
But this High Heaven Pavilion has only two bedrooms in a courtyard.
Mo Ran's original plan was to let the teacher sleep in a room by himself, and squeeze a room with the younger brother, but the younger brother was so angry and locked, it seems that the room of the younger brother can't go.
The teacher's bed, he didn't want to sleep. What's more, being accused by Chu nightning, and made the other party cry, the ink burned in the brain, and there was no mind to think about those romantic and romantic, just sitting in the yard full of peach blossoms, holding Chu in his hand. The crock pot that Wanning brought to herself along the way. After a long time, he sighed, raised his hand and slapped himself, and scolded in a low voice, "It's not a thing."
So this night, Mo Ran simply used the sky as the cover and the ground as the seat, lying on the ground covered with peach blossoms, staring blankly at the sky.
Little Junior Brother... Shi Mei... Master... Xue Meng... Jin Chengchi's fake gouchen, the murderer who never showed up... Chu Xun and his son in the illusion...
Many vague shadows flashed across his eyes, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the feeling was so weak that he didn't even notice it, and it disappeared in a flash.
Recipe, Shining.
Raising his hand to catch a fallen peach blossom, Mo Ran looked at the crimson soul carefully against the moonlight.
For a moment, it seemed as if he had returned to the end of his previous life, and he was lying in the coffin that had been cast in advance.
But it was Begonia that fell.
Begonia…
Why did he clearly, in the past and present, love all the teachers, but before he died, he buried himself under the Begonia tree, in front of the Tongtian Tower, and in the place where he first met with Chu Wanning .
A lot of things I did in my previous life, now I think about it, I am heartbroken. I live a new life, and the longer I live, the less I can understand why I acted so brutally back then.
Slaughtering the city, bullying, killing the master... and forcing Chu nightning and himself to do such a thing...
The ink burned away the peach blossom, covered his forehead with his hand, and slowly closed his eyes.
The younger brother just said, "I will also be hungry, I will be sad, I am also a human being", this sentence has been lingering in the ear, the person who is speaking is the younger brother, but for a moment, the ink burns his mind suddenly reflects another person's figure.
It was a man in a snow-colored robe. In a blink of an eye, the white robe turned into a crimson phoenix robe dragging the ground again, very much like the ghost wedding with him in the ghostly master of ceremonies.
"I'm human too..."
It will be sad and painful.
Ink burns…
I will be in pain too.
The ink burned suddenly felt that the heart was violently suffocated, and it seemed that something was about to come out, and the forehead was oozing with fine cold sweat.
He closed his eyes and breathed slowly.
murmured: "...I'm sorry..."
I don't know who I'm apologizing to, the younger brother, or the old friend of the Feiyifengpao...
In the bedroom, the teacher sat up.
He didn't turn on the light, and quietly came to the window with his crystal-clear feet. Through the cracks in the window, he looked out from a distance lying down among the petals, holding the ink of the crock pot in one hand. Think about something.
The next morning, Mo Ran, lying among the flowers and plants, wrinkled his nose, took a big breath of fresh air, and stretched out to get up.
However, before the lazy waist stretched halfway, he heard a scream that cut through the Lingxiao Pavilion's Qi Jing.
"what!!!"
The ink burned and opened his eyes suddenly, and he got up, and the scene in front of him instantly made his bones and blood cold, and he was stunned!
The fifteen Feathermen elites who were responsible for guarding the High Heaven Pavilion were all strangled overnight.
- Heck!
The fifteen people were hung in the prosperous peach blossom forest of Lingxiao Pavilion, with red sleeves fluttering, long skirts reaching the ground, and their bodies swaying slightly with the wind blowing through the forest, they looked like fifteen dried flowers. It is eerie, eerie and beautiful.
It was a low-level featherman who came to deliver breakfast who made the cry. She was shivering with fright.
Seeing Mo Ran standing in the yard, the feathermen trembled even more, and shivered with their hands behind their backs, digging something behind them.
The ink burned subconsciously and said: "No, you listen to me..."
It was too late, the Featherman touched the Beng Lin spell tattooed on his back. The Collapsing Mantra was the most important means of communication for the Feathermen. Almost instantly, the Feathermen from all over the world in the Peach Blossom Forest turned their fiery red wings and descended from the sky to this place.
Everything in front of them shocked everyone.
"Sister!!"
"sister!"
After the dead silence, heart-piercing screams and cries broke out among the feathermen. This huge movement attracted the cultivators of Peach Blossom Spring one after another. Exclamations and doubts, anger and howls, soon surrounded the entire High Heaven Pavilion.
"Ink burns! What do you have to say now!"
"Murderer! Crazy!"
Those feathermen were already furious, screaming and screaming: "Killing for life! Killing him! Killing him!"
Mo Ran is really a hundred mouths, he said: "If I am a murderer, I can kill them all, why should I stay in this High Heaven Pavilion? Waiting for you to catch?"
A fiery red-haired feathermin swears in a snarl: "Bah! It's already like this, you actually, you still have a face..."
Some people said angrily: "If you are not the murderer, why did the murderer kill all the guards, but not you?"
"that is!"
"It's really knowing the face and the heart!"
"Even if the murderer is not you, he is definitely someone who has something to do with you! Otherwise, why didn't he kill you! Say it!"
"eye for eye!"
The ink burns really wants to laugh.
In his previous life, he murdered like numbness, and few dared to tell him about "blood debt and blood repayment". In this life, he did not kill people, but he was wronged completely. This world, really... He closed his eyes and was about to What to say, suddenly a red glow swept across the sky.
Feathermen Shangxian floated down from the clouds, looked around coldly, and his face was very ugly.
"Ink rain."
"Shangxian."
The Feather High Immortal stared at him for a while, then walked to one of the corpses and picked up the blood-stained willow vine at the neck of the corpse.
"Where's your weapon? Take it out and let me see."
"… "
"Don't you want to?"
The ink burned and sighed. His weapon was a hell. During this period of practice, I don't know how many people have seen it. When the eighteenth accident happened, a large number of people saw it. At this time, he took it out and compared the ghost with the wicker on the necks of those dead feathermen, which undoubtedly added another heavy hammer to his guilt. But if you don't take it, it's even more guilty of being a thief.
With a sound of "whoosh", a blazing red light appeared in his palm, and the ghost took shape from his bone and blood, flowing with hissing and bursting red splendor, "Shangxian wants to see it, then see it.
The author has something to say: Weibo "Meat Huhu Big Devil" has updated the ink illustration of "Called Qingqiu"~ I like this one with fried chicken~ Welcome to watch it when you have time~
Yesterday, there were three little friends who showed their ids, but they were not logged in. They couldn't send red envelopes. I was afraid that the big babies would be troublesome to turn them over. I would like to remind them here: fayi, admie, Ziqi, the three cute ones, if you see them, remember Log in and press a paw print, so that the master can knock on the door to check the water meter... Ah bah, knock on the door and send a red envelope~ There are a few others that show that they are passers-by, but they are not logged in. Remember to log in and leave a squeak. It's a passerby yesterday. A, I'll make up the red envelope~
The first watch is 7,500, the second watch at ten o'clock in the evening, and there are nearly 4,000 words.