The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

There is no way, even if the little junior brother is a choo, those who should set off still have to go. The Featherman led them all the way east, and when they arrived at the Yangtze River port, they summoned a self-navigating ship, escorted by an enchantment, and set off on the sea.

This night, Mo Ran got rid of the master for the first time and got along with the teacher, but strangely, he didn't seem to be as excited as expected.

Both Xue Meng and Xia Sini had already fallen asleep, and Mo Ran was lying on the deck alone, with his arms behind his head, looking at the stars in the sky.

Shi Mei came out of the cabin, took some dried fish bought by the fishermen, sat next to Mo Ran, and the two chatted while eating small dried fish.

"Ah Ran, if we go to Taohuayuan, we may not be able to go to Lingshan to discuss swords in time. I don't care, but you and the young master are both extremely powerful people. If you lose the opportunity to show your talents, don't you regret it later?"

Mo Ran turned his head and smiled: "What's the matter, reputation is nothing, go to Taohuayuan to learn skills, and be able to protect important people, that is more important than anything else."

The teacher's eyes were full, and he said gently: "You can think like this, the master will be very happy if you know."

"What about you? Are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy too."

The waves beat the boat, and the canoe was bumping on the sea.

Mo Ran lay on his side and looked at Shi Mei for a while, wanted to tease a few words, but didn't know how to speak.In his eyes, Shi Mei is really an unattainable pure appearance.

Perhaps because it is too pure, the lewd thoughts that will arise when facing Chu Wanning 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, brushed the long hair that was blown by the sea wind behind his ears, and smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"

Mo Ran blushed, turned his head and said: "Nothing."

He originally wanted to take the opportunity of coming out this time to carefully confess his love to the teacher.But the words came to his lips several times, but he couldn't open his mouth.

confession.

and then?

Facing such a clean, gentle and gentle person, Mo Ran can't be rough, can't be strong, afraid of being rejected, even if he is accepted, he is afraid of not knowing how to get along with the teacher.

After all, in his previous life, he really handled the brief relationship with the teacher very badly... Except for that intimacy in the illusion of the ghost emcee, he never even kissed anyone.

Not to mention what happened in this life, he is not even sure whether the person in the illusion is Chu Wanning or Shi Mo.

The teacher is still smiling: "But you, it seems that you really have something to say to me."

Mo Ran's heart was hot, and for a moment it seemed that he wanted to pierce this layer of window paper recklessly.

But for some reason, a pure white figure suddenly flashed in front of my eyes, with a pale face, not very smiling, always walking alone, very lonely.

Suddenly, my throat seemed to be blocked, and I could no longer speak.

Mo Ran turned his head and stared at the starry night sky.

After a while, he said silently: "Shi Mei, you are really important to me."

"Yeah. I know, you treat 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."

Mo Ran: "...I will protect you."

"Okay, then thank my good junior brother first."

The ink burned in his heart, and couldn't help but said: "I..."

The teacher asked softly: "What else do you want to say?"

The sound of the waves was so loud that the boat was bumping.Shi Mo looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to say the last sentence.

But Mo Ran closed his eyes: "It's nothing. It's cold at night, go back to sleep in the cabin."

"..." Shi Mo was quiet for a while, and asked, "What about you?"

Mo Ran is really stupid sometimes: "I... look at the stars and blow the wind."

The teacher did not move. After a while, he smiled: "Okay, then I will go. You rest earlier."

turned around and went.

The mast and scull are walking 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. In fact, he was a little absent-minded. He had been trying to dig out the true emotions deep in his heart. He had been thinking about it for a long time because he was too weak. When his belly was white, he still hadn't figured out why.

He gets along with Shi Mo day and night, and has deep feelings. Mo Ran thought that when the two were alone, he would be eager to confess to Shi Mo, but when the boat arrived at the bridge, he found that it was not the case.Probably I am still too clumsy. If I rush to confess to Shi Mei at this time, I will definitely scare the other party. Even if I am not scared, I will not be able to talk about this relationship.

Between being ambiguous with the teacher, he seems to be more accustomed to such ambiguous ambiguity.Sometimes with a longing in my heart, I hold the other person's hand seemingly inadvertently, and the tenderness in my chest overflows like honey.

This feeling is natural, and he doesn't want to break it right away.

When he returned to the cabin very late, everyone was already asleep.Mo Ran lay back on the mat, looking at the night outside the narrow skylight, the figure of Chu Wanning slowly appeared in front of his eyes, sometimes he closed his eyes and said nothing, and sometimes his brows were sharp.

Of course, Mo Ran also thought of that person curled up sleeping, docile and lonely, like a spring sleeping begonia that no one cares about because it blooms too high.

Putting aside the hatred, the entanglement between Chu Wanning and 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 first kiss, first cooking, first tears.

And the first night of Chu Wanning.

He was going to die, thinking of this made him feel hot all over, and his blood rushed down.

In contrast, he also gave Chu Wanning some of his first time, whether the other party wanted it or not.

For example, the first time to apprentice, the first time to coax people, the first time to give flowers.

Disappointed with someone for the first time.

And, for the first time tempted.

Yes, for the first time.

When he came to the peak of death and life, the first person he saw was not Shi Mei, 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 didn't want anyone to be his master except this person.

But since when did everything change?

When exactly did the person he cares about become a teacher, and the person he hates became a master...

He thought about it carefully for the past few months, and then he felt that it should be after that misunderstanding.

It was the first time he was punished by Chu Wanning to smoke willow vines. The 15-year-old boy returned to the dormitory with scars, curled up on the bed alone, his throat was choked, and the tails of his eyes were red.The wound on his back came second, and what made him most sad was the cold expression of the master, Tian Wenluo, like whipping a bereaved dog, he was never half-hearted and soft-hearted.

He had stolen the crabapple from the medicine garden, but he didn't know how precious that crabapple was, and he didn't know how much Mrs. Wang had spent waiting for five years before a flower bloomed.

He only knew that when he came back on a moonlit night that day, he saw a touch of whiteness lying on the branch.

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 reason, and it seemed that even my fingertips couldn't help but feel slightly hot.Before he could react, he had carefully folded off the flower, moving gently, for fear of knocking off even a drop of dew on the petal stamen.

Through the thick eyelashes, he looked at the late night crabapple with dew under the moonlight. He didn't know that at that moment, the tenderness and love he left for Chu Wanning was so pure. In the next ten years, 20 years, until death, there will be no more.

Before the flowers were given to the master, Xue Meng, who happened to come to collect medicine for his mother, came across him.

The young master angrily turned him to the master. Chu Wanning held the scroll and looked back. Hearing this, his eyes were cold and sharp. He glanced at Mo Ran's face and asked him what he wanted to argue.

Mo Ran said: "I folded flowers, I want to give it to..."

He was still holding the Spring Sleeping Begonia in his hand, condensed with frost and dew, indescribably cold and charming.

But Chu Wanning's eyes were too cold, so cold that the lava-like heat in his chest cooled down inch by inch.

The word "you" can no longer be said.

He was too familiar with that feeling. Before he returned to the peak of death and life, when he was short and thin, shuttling 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 Master actually looked down on him?

Faced with Chu Wanning's cold questioning, Mo Ran only felt his heart chill.He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "...I... have nothing to say."

It's a foregone conclusion.

Because of this one crabapple, Chu WanNing beat him forty vines.Until Mo Ran's initial goodwill towards him, it was all fragmented.

But if Mo Ran was willing to explain a little more at that time, if Chu Wanning was willing to ask a little more at that time, then maybe everything would be different, and this pair of masters and apprentices might not take the first step of eternal doom.

However, there are not so many ifs.

And it was at this juncture that warmth like a teacher appeared beside him.

After returning from Chu Wanning's side, Mo Ran didn't go to eat. He curled up on the bed and didn't turn on the lights.

Shi Mei pushed the door in and saw such a figure frozen in the dark.He gently put the red oil dragon hand on the table, then walked to the bed, and called softly: "Ah Ran?"

Mo Ran didn't have a deep-rooted affection for the teacher at that time, he didn't look back, his bloody eyes were still staring at the wall, and his voice was hoarse and heavy when he opened his mouth.

"go out."

"I'll bring you..."

"You get me out."

"Ah Ran, don't do this."

"..."

"Master's temper is not good, it's fine if you get used to it. Get up and eat something."

Mo Ran was as stubborn as a donkey that could not be dragged back by ten horses.

"Don't eat, I'm not hungry."

"...At least put your stomach on it. If you don't eat it, the master will be angry if he knows—" Before he could speak out, Mo Ran sat up, his eyes full of water vapor were aggrieved and angry, through The eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Angry? Why is he angry? The mouth is on my own face. What does it matter if I eat or not? In fact, he doesn't want me as an apprentice at all. It's best if I starve to death. Respect and worry, so as to make his old man happy."

Teacher Mei: "..."

He didn't expect that his words would touch Mo Ran's sore spot like this, and he was a little at a loss for a while.He just stared blankly at the little junior brother in front of him.

After a long time, Mo Ran's mood slowed down a bit, he lowered his head, his long hair fell down on the side of his face, covering half of his face.

The ink burned: "...I'm sorry."

Shi Mo couldn't see his face clearly, but only saw his shoulders trembling, his fingers squeezed into fists, and the meridians on the back of his hands were light blue.

After all, the 15-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 buried his head in tears.The voice was broken and hoarse, intermittent, with madness and confusion, pain and sadness.

He burst into tears, and what he repeated over and over in his mouth were only a few words——

"I just want to have a family...for 15 years, I really...really just want to have a family...why do you look down on me...why do you look down on 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 cold red oil to copy his hands.

The teacher said warmly: "Don't say any more stupid things like starving to death or not starving to death. Since you have returned to the peak of death and life and worshiped under the master's door, you are my junior brother. I have lost my parents since I was a child. If you want, Just treat me like family. Come, let's eat."

"..."

"I made this chasing hand. Even if you don't appreciate Master's face, you should reward my face, right?" Shi Mo slightly bent his mouth, scooped up a crystal clear and plump chasing hand, and handed it to Mo Ran's lips "Let's have a taste."

Mo Ran's eyes were still red, eyes full of water vapor were open, looking at the person beside the bed, he finally let go, and let the gentle boy feed the food.

In fact, the bowl of chao shou was already completely cold and over-soaked, missing the best time to eat it.

But at that moment, in the candlelight, it was this bowl of food sent from a long distance, accompanied by that magnificent face with gentle eyes, engraved in my heart in an instant.Life and death, never forget.

It probably started that night.

He hated Shizun more and more, and it was from that day that he firmly believed that Shi Mo was the most important person in his life.

After all, people are greedy for warmth.

Especially the bereaved dogs who have been terribly frozen will tremble when they see salt being sprinkled, fearing that the snowflakes will fall, fearing that the severe winter will come.

Ta Xianjun looks beautiful, but only he knows it in his heart.

He's really, really just a stray stray dog ​​who's been looking for a place to curl up, a place to call home, but he's been looking for 15 years and can't find it arrive.

Therefore, his love and hatred became very simple and ridiculous——

Someone gave him a club and he hated it.

Someone gave him a bowl of broth and he fell in love.

There is only so much interest.