The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

A wind lantern wanders faintly on the peak of death and life, looking for the half ray of lonely soul that has returned.

After the soul-inducing lamp is on, the living people can no longer see Mo Ran, and he seems to have become a half ghost, stepping on the bluestone small steps, walking all over the corridors, verandas and terraces, Zhang watched.

Red Lotus Water Pavilion, Shuangtian Palace, Sansheng Terrace...

Everywhere I went, I couldn't see him anywhere.

Mo Ran couldn't help but think, could it be that the master was exhausted before his death, and he never wanted to see him after his death?

This thought made him feel like falling into an ice cave, his feet became more and more anxious, the hem of his clothes brushed over the weeds, and suddenly saw a person standing on the bridge of Naihe, clear and cold, desolate, his palms were sweating instantly, his heart was beating like a drum, and he was anxious to that person people run.

"Master—"

The one who turned back was an unknown soul, probably the disciple who died in the sky crack, half of his face was full of blood, and he looked at Mo Ran dully and confused.

"...I'm sorry, I made a mistake." Mo Ran murmured and hurried past him.The dead soul lost his sanity, and just watched the ink burn in front of him stiffly, without any action, the white body of the corpse condensed in place, like a silkworm slough left in the world.

Mo Ran couldn't help but feel tighter.

What if Master's human soul becomes a walking corpse like him?Even if he finds him by himself, can he guard him until dawn?

The gold and iron horses in my heart hurried past, and the steps under my feet became faster and faster.

Raising his eyes, he suddenly realized that he had already reached the door of Meng Potang without knowing when.

Mo Ran thought about it, Master usually has no obsession with food, and he would not come to this place of cooking specially after he came back to his soul.

Just as she was about to turn around and leave, she heard a soft sigh from Meng Potang.

The voice was very thin, but it sounded like a thunderbolt in Mo Ran's skull.

He almost staggered and broke in, tremblingly raising the soul lamp in his hand.The light of the Soul Lamp was like the rising sun, warm yet faint, illuminating a silhouette in white clothes.

The joints were dead and white, and the nails barely penetrated the palms.

Mo Ran murmured: "Master..."

Chu WanNing half a soul, standing alone in the huge kitchen.The figure is a bit faded, like ink marks that have faded over time, but it is his appearance.

He was wearing the misty white clothes when he died, and the corners of the clothes were stained with blood stains, which was extremely beautiful, so his skin was extremely pale, with a smoky color, it seemed that just a gust of wind would dissipate his soul .

Mo Ran held the lamp and looked at the mirror in front of him.

Wanting to go faster, for fear of being late, he left.

If you want to walk slowly, but you are afraid of rushing, your dream will be shattered.

Thousands of thoughts were intertwined, but the eye sockets could not help but flush slightly, and a lot of guilt welled up in his heart, he only felt that he owed him, standing still near him, he felt ashamed.

The lantern swayed slightly.

When I got closer, I saw him busy, he seemed a little anxious, and he was so clumsy.

What is Chu Wanning doing?

He came behind him, intending to help the poor soul, but when he saw the scene in front of him, he felt as if he had been struck by lightning. After the huge shock dissipated, he opened his bloody mouth with a burst of pain, and slammed He bit his neck hard.

Mo Ran stepped back two steps suddenly, shook his head slowly, but couldn't say a word.

At this moment, even if you use an awl to plunge into the chest and grab the heart out, it will not hurt any more.

He saw that Chu Wanning's hands, because he dragged himself before he died, climbed over 3000 steps, those hands that had already been bruised and bloody, were slowly rubbing on the table.

On the case, there are flour, seasoning, and stuffing.

There is water boiling in a pot next to it, and the water has already boiled. The idiot Chu Wanning didn’t know how to extinguish the fire a little bit, and the dense mist made everything around him very blurry...

Or maybe it wasn't the steam that blurred the eyes of the spectators, but Mo Ran's own eye sockets were moistened.

Chu Wanning's ray of human soul is slowly pinching the skin of the hand. He originally had a pair of extremely dexterous hands. The magic weapon walked under his slender fingers, and the ten thousand-zhang enchantment rose from between his palms.

But now those hands are broken and trembling slightly, and they are carefully wrapping one round hand after another.

"..."

Mo Ran raised his arm suddenly, struggling to wipe his red eyes, but still couldn't say a word.

Chu Wanning turned his back to him, and seemed to finally remember that the water in the pot had been boiled for too long, and he was afraid that if he didn't care about it, it would dry up, so he looked for the pot again.

He caresses.

Yes, he rubbed.

Mo Ran finally recovered from the pain that could drown him, he walked quickly and walked around to the master.

He saw it.

After the three souls are separated, each will lack something.Or memory, or sanity, or flesh and blood.

And this ray of human soul returning from the underworld lost part of its perception.

Chu Wanning, who came back from the underworld, had blurred eyes, and his hearing didn't seem to be so good. He knocked something off, and couldn't even tell where it fell.But even so, he still worked so hard to make this ordinary bowl of chaoshou.As if this was his favorite thing to do when he was alive, he could get a moment of tenderness in this fuzzy water vapor.

Mo Ran looked at it, only felt distressed, only felt that the sky was spinning, and he couldn't think about it for a while, so he just stood still and looked at everything in front of him.

"Bangdang."

The soul whose eyes were almost dim, accidentally knocked down Meng Potang's salt jar because he couldn't see clearly.

Chu Wanning seemed to be shocked for a moment, silently retracted his hand, and his face stained with mottled blood showed such an uneasy look.

"What do you want to take..."

A hoarse voice sounded beside him, almost choked up, extremely guilty, heartbroken.

"I'll help you, okay?"

Chu Wanning was slightly surprised, but perhaps because of the insufficiency of the soul, the mood would not be too turbulent, and it would soon return to tranquility.

However, every word Mo Ran uttered was almost difficult, almost begging.

"Master, let me help you, okay..."

The water is boiling in the pot, the dead things in the kitchen are warm and lively, but the living are desolate and silent.

After a long time, I finally heard Chu Wanning's familiar voice, Kunshan jade-like, low and steady.

"You came?"

"……Yes."

"It's good to come, you wait for a while. After the hand is cooked, it will be brought to Mo Ran."

"...!"

Mo Ran froze, not understanding what Chu Wanning was talking about.

But seeing Chu Wanning rubbing the full snow jade dragon hands into the pot, his face faded in the water vapor, and it looked extraordinarily soft.Then he said: "Yesterday I punished him so heavily, I should hate me. I heard Xue Meng said that he has been refusing to eat. When you send it to him, don't say that I did it. He needs to know, I'm afraid I won't want to eat it."

There is chaos in Mo Ran's mind, and it seems that there is some secret that has been dormant for half a lifetime, and it is about to move and break out of the ground.

"Master..."

Chu Wanning smiled bitterly and said: "I'm afraid I'm too harsh on him. But he always has to change his temperament of doing whatever he wants.... Forget it, let's not talk, help me find a The bowl should be thicker. It’s cold outside, so don’t let it get cold when you take it.”

Will break ground, will break ground.

As if hearing a slight shattering sound in my mind, a certain memory finally pecked through the shell with its sharp claws, and screamed like a ghost to kill Mo Ran!

In an instant, it was dark.

copy hands.

Teacher ignorant.

Master.

……

That was the first time he ate the handcuffs made by Shi Mei. On that day, he was punished by Chu Wanning for accidentally breaking the famous flowers planted by Mrs. Wang. Tianwen beat him to pieces, and his heart was ashamed.

He was lying on the bed and refused to get up, only thinking that he wanted to give the master the flowers, but he was whipped mercilessly. He felt that he was blind to see Chu Wanning before, it was lard Only when you have a heart will you feel that Chu Wanning is gentle and that Chu Wanning cares about him.

On that day, Shi Mo came to his room with a bowl of steaming red oil chaoshou, his soft voice, warm tone, and the heart-warming dragon chaoshou made him disappointed in his master , have all become a good impression of the teacher.

But who knows...

But who knows! !

The ray of dead souls stood beside him, and the souls of each deceased were different when they returned.Some are like Luo Xianxian, who want to see the unknown stories after death, and some are just like the people beside the bridge of Cai Naihe, who have no worries and cares, and just walk in a daze to the place where they lived before.

Chu Wanning's human soul lost his eyes, and he couldn't distinguish the voices of the people around him, and he didn't even know what night it was.

When he returned to the mortal world, it was probably because he felt that he did not do well in one thing, did something wrong, and felt regretful.

want to make up.

Therefore, Chu Wanning finally made a decision that was no longer the same as before.

Take it out and put it in a bowl.Shredded green onion, milky soup, red oil topping.

He handed the bowl to "Shi Mei", but suddenly stopped at the end.

"I'm always treating him, it's too unreasonable." Chu Wanning murmured.

A little silence.

"That's all. I don't want you to send it off. I'll go see him and apologize to him."

Mo Ran stared blankly, his face was as pale as his soul.

I thought it was because Master was too cold, as cold as iron, which made my heart freeze to ice.But who would have expected that Master would be kind to me...

The regret he couldn't let go of in this world was actually himself.

——Apologize to him again.

The ice melted, became water, and became a vast ocean.

Mo Ran slowly raised his hand and buried his face in his palm.

Shoulders trembled slightly.

Hard as iron?Hard as iron?

no……

Mo Ran choked his throat, and wept again, he knelt down, he knelt in front of the remnant soul who couldn't see himself, the soul-inducing lamp was resting at his feet, he was moaning on and off, he was so hoarse that he almost cried blood, he finally didn't Couldn't help crying.

He knelt in front of Chu Wanning.

no……

He leaned into the dust, and he grabbed Chu Wanning's blood-stained hem.

Junfei's heart is like cold iron, and I can't be a stubborn stone.It's just that the past calculations were wrong, and you made a lot of mistakes... It's just...

"Master, Master..." He mourned and curled up, "I am sorry for you. Please... Please go back with me..."

"Master... Please go back with me. I was wrong. It was my fault. I don't blame you. I don't hate you. It's my fault. I always make you angry. If you beat me and scold me in the future, I won't blame you." I will never fight back, Master, as long as you come back, I will obey you in everything... respect you, love you, treat you well..."

But Chu Wanning's clothes are so ethereal, and they seem to be broken at any time in the hand.

Mo Ran wished he could cut his chest open and exchange his heart for him, as long as he could hear his heartbeat again.I wish I could shed all my blood and run into his veins, as long as I can see the color on his face again.

He wished he could do everything to make up for the mistakes he had made.

"Master." He finally broke down in tears.

"Let's start over, shall we..."

In front of Tongtian Tower, under the crabapple tree.

The grand master, who is as gentle as a white cat, raised his head, his phoenix eyes widened slightly, the branches and cicadas chirped three or two times, and the young man in front of him was smiling.

"Xianjun Xianjun, I have watched you for a long time. You ignore me."

In the blink of an eye, 20 years, two lifetimes.

it's already over.

The end is shameless, wolf ambition, but also to say this sentence——

Master, let's start over.

OK.

Please, please make sense of me, okay...

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