The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Borrowing ink to burn auspicious words, that night, Chu Wanning had another dream, but unfortunately it was not a good dream.

In the dream, he returned to the year when Tian Lie in Caidie Town, but the person who repaired Tian Lie with him was replaced by a teacher.

There was heavy snow falling in the leaden gray sky, Shi Mei couldn't hold it back, was pierced by a sneak, fell from the Panlong pillar, and fell into the endless snow.Mo Ran ran over, picked up Shi Mo, who was bleeding, and knelt at his feet, begging him to help and save his apprentice.

He also wanted to save him, but under the effect of the twin enchantment, he suffered a trauma as severe as that of his teacher. He was pale and said nothing. He was afraid that the blood would choke out as soon as he opened his mouth. They will rush forward and tear them all to pieces.

"Master... Please... Please..."

Mo Ran was crying, and kept kowtowing to him.

Chu Wanning closed his eyes and finally ran away...

The teacher is dead.

Mo Ran never forgave him again.

He dreamed of the Naihe Bridge at the peak of life and death. It was the cold spring time, when it was raining, and the buds of spring trees were moistened by the rain. The bluestone road under his feet was long and endless. He held an umbrella and walked alone.

Suddenly, he saw another person walking from across the bridge, dressed in black, without an umbrella, holding a stack of books wrapped in oil paper, walking towards him.Chu Wanning could not help but slow down.

The man obviously saw him too, but the pace under the man's feet didn't slow down, he just raised his eyelashes which were drenched in the rain, and glanced at him with no warmth.

Chu WanNing wanted to call him, and wanted to say: Mo...

Mo Ran didn't give him any chance to speak, he hugged his book and walked on the far left side of the Naihe Bridge, one inch more and he should have turned over into the river - just to stay away from the master walking on the right A little bit, a little farther away.

They came to the middle of the bridge.

A person who was used to holding an umbrella before was walking in the rain, and a person who was not used to holding an umbrella before was also walking in the rain.

Later they passed by each other.

The person in the rain walked away without looking back, while the person holding the umbrella stopped and stood where he was.

The raindrops hit the umbrella surface, and Chu Wanning stood for a long time, and his legs were a little numb for a long time, as if the damp cold in the middle of Shu had penetrated into the bones.

He suddenly felt very tired and could no longer walk.

The dream darkened.

It was heavy and cold.

It was as cold as rain and as heavy as legs that could no longer move.

In his sleep, Chu Wanning turned over and shrank his body very small. Something dripped from the corner of his eyes and wet the pillow.He vaguely knew that this was just a dream, but why it was so real, so real that he could clearly feel Mo Ran's hatred, Mo Ran's disappointment, and Mo Ran's determination.

But...is that all?

Is it over here?

He was not reconciled, it seemed that his reluctance made the surrounding light brighten up again.

Still in a dream, it has been many months since Shi Mei passed away.

Mo Ran's temperament is getting gloomy day by day, and he talks less and less, but he will still come to all the practice classes, just attend the class, and don't talk too much with Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning didn't explain why he didn't take action to rescue Shi Mingjing at the beginning. He saw the attitude of Mo Ran. He knew that the matter had come to this point, and it was useless to say anything.

In this day's practice class, Mo Ran stood at the top of a pine tree according to the instructions, and exercised the collection of spiritual power.

But for some reason, he suddenly lost his strength and fell straight down. Chu Wanning didn't have time to think, and rushed to hug him, but he had no time to cast any spells in a hurry, and the two fell heavily from the treetops ,He fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the soil was very soft, and there was still a thick layer of pine needles. They were not injured, but Chu Wanning's wrist was cut by a sharp branch, and there was a hideous hole, and blood flowed out.

Mo Ran looked at his wound, and then raised his eyes for the first time in these months, looking back and forth at Chu Wanning's face without hiding it.

Finally he said: "Master, you are bleeding."

There was a numb tone, but what he said was finally a moderate sentence.

"I have ointments and bandages in my Qiankun bag, let's deal with them."

They sat in the thick coniferous forest, and the air was filled with the fragrance of pines and cypresses. Chu Wanning didn't say a word. He watched Mo Ran lower his head, and silently wrapped the bandage for himself, lap after lap.

The boy's eyelashes were trembling, and Chu Wanning couldn't see the expression on his face. For a moment, he suddenly wanted to gather up enough courage to ask:

Mo Ran, do you really hate me that much?

But at that time, the wind was too slow, the sun was too warm, and there were birdsong and insects among the branches and leaves. His injured hand was quietly held by Mo Ran, and he was taking care of the bandages. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

In the end, he still didn't ask, and didn't try to break this picture of Cen Jing.

He suddenly felt that the answer was not that important. What was important was that in this dream, after the death of the teacher, his blood and his injuries could be exchanged for a little bit of Mo Ran's consciousness, half an inch of relief.

The next day, when Chu Wanning woke up, he was still in a trance for a moment.

Lying on the bed, he could even feel a dull pain in his arms, and it seemed that there was still warmth left.After a while, he rubbed his face tiredly, feeling amused.

What kind of messy things did you dream about?

People say that they think day by day and have dreams at night. Could it be that seeing Shi Mei's handsome appearance now made him feel a little depressed, and he came to vent in his dream, and dreamed that Shi Mei was dead...

It's so ridiculous.

He dressed and got up, washed and tied his hair, and quickly forgot about the fragmentary dream of last night.

Today the village chief and the others are going to make rice cakes.

Rice cakes are a must-eat food on New Year's Eve in the Lower Xiujie, in order to win a good fortune.Japonica rice noodles and glutinous rice noodles are ground in the first night, and then women and old people need to heat the stove and put them on the pot to steam the noodles. Chu Wanning got up a little late, and it doesn't matter if he walks slowly.

When he got there, he saw a big pot set up on the huge drying yard, and the half-person-high wooden barrel was steaming through the water, constantly bubbling hot steam. rice flour.Several children were running and playing around the stove, and from time to time, they pulled out a bunch of roasted peanuts and a corn cob from the latte shuttle in the fire pond.

What surprised Chu Wanning was that the ink was still burning very early. He was helping the village head's wife to watch the fire. cry.

"Why did you fall?" Mo Ran helped her up, patted the plaster on her body, and said, "Is there any wear?"

"Hand—" The little girl wailed, while raising her dark black hand to Mo Ran.

Mo Ran picked her up, took her to the well, and fetched a bucket of clean water to wash her hands.The distance was a bit far away, and Chu Wanning didn't hear what he said to the child, but the little guy was tearful, sobbing, and after a while, he stopped crying, and after a while, she burst into tears Laughing, looking up at Mo Ran with a snotty face, and began to talk to Mo Ran.

"..."

Chu Wanning stood quietly at the corner and watched him, watched him coax people, watched him take the child back to the fire pond, watched him pull out a sweet potato from the fire, and peeled it carefully , and handed it to the little girl.

He just looked at it.

It seems to have seen the five years that Mo Weiyu has passed.

"Ah, Master is here?"

"Well." After a long time, Chu Wanning walked to Mo Ran and sat down.He looked at the raging fire under the boiler for a moment, then said, "What's baked inside?"

"Peanuts, sweet potatoes, corn." Mo Ran said, "You are here, I will bake you a candy."

"...Candy be baked?"

"Master can't bake, it will be burnt when it is baked." Mo Ran smiled, "It will be better if I come."

As he spoke, he took out another milk malt candy from his pocket, removed the rice paper outside, clamped it with tongs, put it in the hearth and roasted it for a while, then immediately took it back and took the candy, "Hiss, it's a little hot .” He blew, and then handed it to Chu Wanning’s lips.

"Try it."

"..." Chu Wanning was not used to being fed, so he reached out and took the candy. The milky white sugar was baked a little soft, and it was full of milk when chewed. Chu Wanning said, "Not bad. You bake it again One."

Mo Ran roasted another one, and Chu Wanning took it with his hands and ate it by himself.

"One more."

"..."

Mo Ran baked eight in a row, and when it was the ninth, a child ran over and asked Mo Ran to eat sweet potatoes, but Mo Ran couldn't make it, so he had to ask Chu Wanning to get it.

Chu WanNing picked up another tongs and picked out the biggest one.Mo Ran took a look and said, "Put this one back, and take the small one next to it."

"Big and delicious."

"The big ones are not familiar." Mo Ran laughed.

Chu Wanning was a little unconvinced: "How do you know that you are not familiar?"

"Believe me, I often bake it in the wild. Give him the small one, sweet one."

Chu Wanning had to change to a smaller one. The child didn't know what kind of leader Chu Wanning was in the cultivation world, but seeing that he was willing to pick sweet potatoes for himself, he leaned over and whispered to Chu Wanning: "Big brother, I want to eat the big one."

"Talk to another big brother." Chu Wanning said, "He didn't let you eat it, saying it wasn't cooked."

The child really ran to Mo Ran: "Brother Mo Ran, I want to eat the big one."

Mo Ran said: "Wait a little longer to eat the big one."

"How long is a while?"

"Count from one to a hundred."

"But I can only count from one to ten..." The child felt aggrieved.

The ink burned and laughed: "Then punish you and only eat small ones."

The little guy had no choice but to sigh and accept the injustice that fate had treated him, and drooped his head and said: "Okay, let's be small."

Chu Wanning peeled the sweet potatoes for him. When he was about to peel them off, Mo Ran's candy was baked to the softest point. If he didn't eat it again, he might be completely melted.So I hurriedly twisted it down and handed it to Chu Wanning: "Master, come, open your mouth——"

There is still sweet potato in his hand, Chu Wanning didn't think much, he opened his lips naturally, until Mo Ran fed the soft and warm nougat between his lips and teeth, and gently rubbed his rough fingertips at the corner of his mouth, Chu Wanning suddenly realized that he had eaten the candy fed by his apprentice, and the tips of his ears turned red in an instant.

"anything else?"

Chu Wanning coughed lightly. Fortunately, the fire was warm and reflected his face, but he couldn't see the strangeness of his face. He said, "No more."

The ink burned and said with a smile: "It's just enough to feed you, there is still the last nougat, and there will be nothing if you eat it again."

Because he was relaxed, he used words lazily and without consideration.

So naturally, the word "feed" was said.But the apprentice would never dare to talk to the master like this. The two words are too doting and domineering. The conqueror above feeds the groaning man below with his scorching flesh.

Chu Wanning was soaked in such rough words, and he didn't feel relieved for a long time.

After the rice is steamed, it is necessary to spread the noodles. This is physical work. The strong men in the village have to beat the rice cakes with a wooden mallet. The village chief gave Mo Ran a wooden hammer wrapped in gauze, and wanted to pass one to Chu Wanning. Mo Ran stopped.

The ink burned and said with a smile: "The village chief, my master has never done this job, he can't do it well."

"..." Chu Wanning was silent beside him.

He was very reconciled, and even a little sullen, because since he came out of the mountain, no one has ever been able to associate him with the three words "can't do well".

In the mouths of others, what he can hear is always requests, please, "Xianjun, how can you do me a favor".

It was the first time someone stopped him and said, "He won't, he can't do it well."

Chu Wanning is very annoyed, he wants to shake his sleeves and shout, you can't do it well!

But he endured it, endured it.

Because Mo Ran is telling the truth, he really can't do well.

Finally, they were arranged by the village head in front of a stone mortar in which steamed rice noodles were already steaming.

The ink burned: "Master, I will make cakes later, and you remember to turn the rice cakes for me every three times. Be careful not to burn your hands, and don't be too anxious, don't be hit by me .”

"...If you can hit me with a hammer, stop cultivating, you fairy, go home and farm."

The ink burned and laughed: "I just said, don't be afraid of [-], just in case."

Chu Wanning was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, and he had already opened up in groups of two, and he didn't want to be too behind, so he stood beside the stone mortar and said, "Come on."

Mo Ran dropped the wooden hammer, the first hit was very heavy, and it hit the soft hot rice noodles firmly. The rice noodles sank in and wrapped the hammer. He hit it back and forth three times, lifted the bright Mouzi, said to Chu Wanning: "Master, turn over."

Chu Wanning turned the rice dumpling over, and Mo Ran dropped the heavy hammer again.

After several times of cooperation, their rhythm has been mastered very well. Basically, when Mo Ran raised it for the third time, Chu Wanning turned the dumpling neatly. When his hand was just withdrawn, Mo Ran laid a new one hit.Making rice cakes looks simple, but the strength must be mastered very well. The person who beats must be very strong and energetic. He has tossed and turned it over and over countless times. When the rice noodles are completely sticky and stick to each other, the work is considered complete.

After being so busy for a while, Mo Ran didn't blush and his heart didn't beat, but the farmers next to him got a little tired, and started to shout in a rough voice: "One two three—one two three—" They called for the falling hammer The rhythm, Mo Ran felt a little interesting, so he played together according to their rhythm, until the rice balls were half sticky, and the people next to him were already panting, but Mo Ran didn't feel anything, and smiled and said to Chu Wanning: "Come again."

Chu WanNing glanced at him, the young man's forehead was full of sweat, bright and bright in the sun, with a honey-like color.His lips were also slightly parted, and he didn't sigh tiredly like ordinary people, but his breathing was somewhat heavy, and his chest heaved.

Seeing that Chu Wanning was looking at him, he froze for a moment, raised his sleeves and wiped his face, his eyes were as bright as stars, and he smiled: "What's wrong? Is there rice flour on your face?"

"No."

"That is……"

Chu Wanning looked at him, who was so hot and sweaty, but honestly folded his clothes to his Adam's apple, and suddenly felt a little unbearable."Are you hot?" he asked.

He asked Mo Ran yesterday "is it cold?" and today he asked Mo Ran "hot or not". good."

"Take it off when it's hot."

"Master doesn't like it, so I won't take it off."

"..." Chu Wanning said, "It's even more annoying to be sweaty."

Since he said so, Mo Ran himself was already sticky and uncomfortable, so he removed his robe and upper garment and threw them on the graphite next to him. Chu Wanning watched coldly, but his heart gradually heated up. He watched Mo Ran on Mo Ran. The side is naked, revealing broad shoulders, solid arms, and after taking off the inner layer of underwear, you can almost feel the hot air rushing towards your face. Mo Ran is indeed covered in sweat, and there is a wet and slippery luster in the sun.He turned around like a mermaid out of the water, and smiled at Chu Wanning, so handsome that he was dazzling.

"You two immortals, do you want some water?" The village chief's wife asked them one by one, holding a cup of tea.

Mo Ran returned to the stone mortar, picked up the wooden hammer again, and said with a smile: "No, I'm not thirsty yet."

A hand reached out and took a teacup on the tray.

Under the surprised eyes of the two, Chu Wanning drank a whole cup of tea proudly, and then handed the teacup to the wife of the village head: "Please have another cup."

"...Master, are you thirsty?"

These words stabbed him somehow, Chu Wanning raised his head suddenly, his eyes were burning, full of vigilance: "Thirsty?... No, I am not thirsty."

He gulped down a whole glass of water again.

Mo Ran looked at him, and couldn't help but wonder, when did Master's self-esteem disease become so serious that he was ashamed to say that he was thirsty?

The author has something to say: Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, but the update will not be interrupted ~ it will not be interrupted during the Spring Festival ~ but there are many things to be busy from the [-]th to the first day of the new year, and it may be too late to reply, please don't mind~~ Crab!

Small Theater "What Valentine's Day"

Gouzi: For Valentine’s Day, everyone grabs food from me. Is dog food human-eating?Can people eat dog food?Let me down!Whoever eats me will bite!

Chu Wanning: I don't want to join in the fun.

Shi Mei: (Shi Mei’s idol, who took off his costume and was picking up lunch on the set without any image, rolled his eyes) Come on, if I really find someone for Valentine’s Day, you probably want me for Qingming Festival Yes, I can see clearly.

Xue Meng: I have thought about it, but I feel that no one is worthy of me, what can I do?I am also very annoying.

Nan Gongsi: Caring for dogs is everyone's responsibility. Boycott Valentine's Day and protect Nao Platinum, start with me.

Mei Hanxue: Sell condoms, sell condoms, Okamoto air suits, find out.

Ye Wangxi: The gentleman upstairs, I'm sorry, please cooperate. Since last week, the bureau has received fifteen calls to the police, reporting that you are cheating. Please come with me.