The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Mo Ran was cutting the rice well, and suddenly a hand behind him grabbed his belt and pulled it down. This feeling is scary enough.

Looking back, it was Chu Wanning, who was about to fall, and it was even more frightening.

Mo Ran threw away the sickle in a hurry, and turned around to help him, but Chu Wanning was so miserable that almost half of his body was about to fall to the ground, and he couldn't help him, so he could only hug him.The faint scent of crabapple flowers, together with the white-clothed man, fell firmly into his arms, Mo Ran hugged him without thinking, and the straw that was originally held in his arms was scattered all over the ground.

"Master, why are you here?" He was still in shock, "I was shocked."

Chu Wanning: "..."

"This paddy field is very slippery, so be careful."

The person in his arms lowered his head and didn't make a sound, he couldn't say a word in embarrassment.But the Sichuan girl who was singing was still pulling her voice relentlessly: "I'm pulling——Lang's belt—hey——when will——"

Chu Wanning seemed to be touched by cold electricity, and suddenly retracted the hand holding Mo Ran's belt, and stood firm.He took a breath, and pushed the person away abruptly. Although his expression was still calm, his eyes were astonishingly bright and shimmering. He was clearly in a hurry, but he still tried to stay calm.

"..." Mo Ran suddenly saw that his earrings were red.

Beautiful color, pale skin, like a tender peach on a branch, he suddenly remembered what it was like to hold this earring in his previous life, and remembered that every time he did this, Chu Wanning would tremble slightly, even though he was extremely unwilling, In the end, it was impossible to escape in his arms, and the iron bones became spring mud.

The throat is full of movement, and Mo Ran's eyes can't help but become deeper...

Bisheng Chu Wanning was furious at this time, and he didn't know who he was angry with. He gritted his silver teeth and said, "What are you looking at! What's there to see!"

Suddenly came back to God, feeling cold in the heart.

brute!

Because of my own selfish desires, how could I do something that I can't do well to my master?Master is so proud, how can he be willing to be female?Don't talk about femininity, a cold person like him shouldn't have passion and desire, how can I think about such a rebellious thing again!

Mo Ran shook his head again and again, his head shaking like a rattle.

Chu Wanning said angrily again: "What are you doing shaking your head and tail! Is it fun!"

"..." Mo Ran stopped shaking immediately, but glanced at him.

This person is obviously ashamed, but he habitually puts on the mask of anger on his face. If you look carefully, it's easy to distinguish the color in his eyes.

I'm afraid I feel ashamed to fall in front of my apprentice, or because of a croaking frog.

so cute.

Mo Ran couldn't help laughing.

Unexpectedly, when he smiled, Chu Wanning was even more angry, with a pair of black eyebrows standing upright, and even his nose was so angry: "What are you laughing at? I just don't know how to farm or plow the land. What's so funny!"

"Yes, yes, it's not funny, it's not funny." Mo Ran coaxed him with good words, and he immediately restrained his smile and became serious, but the smile marks on the corners of his lips disappeared, but the eyes couldn't be covered, still brilliance Bright, indescribably brilliant.

I endured it for a while, and it seemed that this matter was about to be turned over, but at this moment, the frog that had successfully jumped into the ridge puffed its cheeks, and gave two high-spirited "croaks", as if it was a demonstration.

Mo Ran broke his skills, did not hold back, turned his face to the side, and covered his hands under the tip of his nose as if to cover it with a cough.

But he didn't cover it up well, and laughed out loud "poof".

"..." Chu Wanning was almost mad, and was about to climb up the ridge, but was stopped by Mo Ran.

The distance between the two people is very close. If it is normal, Mo Ran will hold him directly.But today he didn't, he still had the warmth of Chu Wanning in his arms, and the tip of his nose seemed to still be lingering with the fragrance of crabapple flowers on Chu Wanning's clothes.

He felt his heart was soft and wanted to melt it away.

But he didn't dare to let his heart melt away, the person in front of him was so good, he wanted to hold him up as an offering, respect him like a god, and he didn't want to use his vulgarity to hurt him any more.

So he just called him: "Master."

"Why, haven't you laughed enough?" Chu Wanning squinted at him.

The ink-burning pear dimple is very beautiful, and the inside is not ridicule, but gentleness: "Do you want to learn to play? I will teach you, but it is not difficult at all. Master is so smart, he will definitely learn it soon."

When Mo Ran taught him how to cut the rice, Chu Wanning couldn't help but think that he was obviously here to steal the teacher, so why did he become a teacher?

What a mess.

But Mo Ran taught very seriously and carefully, watching his clumsy technique, he didn't laugh at him.

His eyebrows are black and deep like ink, his facial features are younger than when he was young, and he has the sharpness of cutting with knives and axes. This kind of appearance was originally handsome with a bit of arrogance, but his eyes are soft and forbearing, as if he hides a lot of thoughts. Hidden, just because the tenderness is too deep and the years are too heavy.

"That's it, you need to use ingenuity, understand?"

"……Um."

Chu Wanning just cut according to what he said, but unfortunately he is still not very flexible. He usually plays with some hard wood, but these soft rice stalks make him helpless.

Mo Ran looked aside for a while, stretched out his well-proportioned, muscular arms, and helped him adjust his hand holding the sickle.

The skin contact is only in an instant, Mo Ran dare not touch him more, and Chu Wanning dare not let him touch him more.

Obviously, one is a torrent with nowhere to vent, and the other is a swamp that is almost dry. Obviously, when he enters him, he can be tightly entangled.

But Bisheng avoided each other, avoiding each other.

He taught him behind him: "Finger down a little more, be careful not to cut yourself."

One said very stiffly: "I know."

"Relax a little more, don't be so stiff."

"..."

"Relax."

But the more Mo Ran said this, the tighter Chu Wanning's back was, and the stiffer his hands were.

Relax, relax, why doesn't he want to relax?But it's easy to say!Mo Ran was talking to him right next to him, his breath was even behind his ears, the air flow was scorching hot, heavy, with the unique wild taste of this man, how did he let him relax? !

My mind was inexplicably strange, and I remembered the shameful dream I had.

It was almost the same posture in the dream, Mo Ran was also next to his ear, and his lips rubbed against his earrings before they were pasted.

He gasped, "Relax...don't hold me so tight..."

Chu Wanning's face flushed instantly.

He tried his best to get rid of such strange memories, but the ups and downs came up again and again. He got rid of this, but thought of that "The Size Ranking of Heroes in the Prime Year of Cultivation"...

"..."

Chu Wanning felt that his head might be smoking.

The ink burning is strange: "Why are you so tense? You put—"

"I'm already relaxed!" Chu Wanning turned back suddenly, with spring water and anger in his eyes, he stared at him, so close, it almost became a sword, piercing Mo Ran's heart.

Obviously both of them are beating their hearts like a drum, but the beating is so loud that the next door can't hear it, unless he gets closer, unless his chest is against his back, unless he holds his hand and bites him. With the tip of his ear, with his earlobe in his mouth, he panted and murmured to him: "Relax, don't be nervous." Only in this way can they understand each other.

But obviously Mo Ran can't, and neither can Chu Wanning.

So Mo Ran withdrew his hand in embarrassment, straightened up awkwardly, and said: "...Then Master, try it yourself?"

"Ah."

Mo Ran smiled at him again, picked up his sickle, cut the rice not far from him, cut twice, suddenly thought of something, and turned his head again: "Master."

"What are you doing?" Chu Wanning's face was black.

Mo Ran pointed to his shoes and said, "Take off your boots."

"Don't take it off."

"It's easy to fall if you don't take it off." Mo Ran was very earnest, "Your boots are slippery, not every time you fall, I can catch you in time."

"..." Chu Wanning thought about it gloomyly, and finally walked to the edge of the ridge, took off his shoes and socks, threw them on the side of the haystack, and returned to the paddy field with bare feet, burying his head and cutting the rice.

At noon, Chu Wanning finally became proficient in the usage of the sickle, and his movements became smoother. He piled up with the rice cut by Mo Ran, and built a golden hill high up.

Another piece of land was cut in one breath, Chu Wanning was a little tired, got up and took a breath, and wiped the sweat from the corner of his sleeve.The breeze blew through the golden rice waves, bringing a burst of autumnal coolness. He sneezed, and Mo Ran turned his head immediately, very concerned.

"Is it a little cold?"

"No." Chu Wanning shook his head, "I just got some ash in my nose."

Mo Ran laughed, and was about to say something, when he suddenly heard the voice of a farm girl under the mulberry tree in the distance, shouting with her mouth open: "Let's eat——eat—lunch!"

"It's the girl who just sang." Chu Wanning said without looking back.

Mo Ran turned over, put his hand on the eyebrow arch, looked at it from a distance, and said, "It's really her. Master heard it?"

"Well, the sound of calling people to eat is so twists and turns, there is no one." Chu Wanning said, moving the last basket of straw to the grain pile, and didn't bother to wear shoes. Anyway, it was already so dirty, so he walked under the mulberry tree go.Mo Ran smiled and shook his head, immediately picked up the shoes he had left on the spot, and caught up with him.

Farmhouse rice is cooked in a big pot. Four or five peasant women carry three wooden barrels and uncover them. One barrel is steaming white rice, the other is cabbage roast pork, and the other is tofu and vegetable soup.

In fact, the livelihood of the people in the lower cultivation world is not good. Meat is a bit of a luxury for ordinary people, but the immortal king who is at the top of death and life has come. The village chief said that he can’t entertain others with all vegetables, so there is still enough cabbage and roast pork. Portion, cut a lot of streaky bacon into it.

As soon as the lid of the bucket was lifted, the villagers couldn't help but gulp at the smell of meat.

"The food is not good, the two immortals will just eat it." The wife of the village chief is a woman with a big arm and a round waist. She is in her fifties. Don’t dislike the meat you marinated and the vegetables you grow yourself.”

Mo Ran quickly waved his hand: "Don't dislike it, don't dislike it." He said that he filled two bowls of rice, first served it to the master, and then held a bowl for himself.

Chu Wanning looked into the vegetable bucket and saw that the cabbage and roasted pork was full of a layer of spicy peppers, and he was a little embarrassed, but the aunt was very enthusiastic to attract him and gave him a big spoonful of hot soup There are several pieces of fresh and fragrant red meat in the sauce.

"..." For Shu people who know how to eat spicy food, it is naturally delicious.But for Chu Wanning, eating this bowl may kill him.

But the enthusiasm of the villagers is not easy to push back, Chu Wanning was stiff, and suddenly stretched out a hand, holding another bowl, and handed it to him.

The bowl was poured with tofu and vegetable soup. Although it was a bit lighter, Chu Wanning liked it.

"Change one with me." Mo Ran said.

"...It's okay, you eat yours." Chu Wanning didn't pick it up.

Seeing this, the aunt was a little dazed, and it took a long time to react, she patted her head and shouted: "Oh, is it because this fairy can't eat spicy food?"

Seeing her guilty, Chu Wanning said, "No, I can eat a little." He said with a handful of rice poured with soup and sent it to his mouth.

"..."

There was a little silence, only to see that Chu Wanning's face was getting redder and redder under the eyes of everyone, and the stretched lines trembled slightly, and finally——

"...cough cough cough cough!!"

The cough was earth-shattering.

Who said that the only unbearable things in this world are love, poverty and sneezing.

Obviously there are peppers.

After all, Chu Wanning overestimated himself too much, and underestimated Chaotianjiao too much. In an instant, his face was red and his ears were red, and he couldn't speak. , was patted on the head by an adult.

Mo Ran hurriedly put down the bowls and chopsticks, and refilled a bowl of soup for him. Chu Wanning drank the soup, and it was better, but when it was hot, it would only make the tip of the tongue more uncomfortable. He raised his face, already His face was flushed, and the corners of his eyes were full of waves, so he looked at Mo Ran with tears in his eyes, and said hoarsely: "More."

Still want.

Chu Wanning said that he wanted a bowl of soup, but Mo Ran was caught by the eyes and the face of Begonia's spring sleep, which made him feel hot all over, and he ran away involuntarily.

For a moment, he seemed to see the man lying under him in the previous life, gasping for breath under the urging of love medicine and desire, opening his out-of-focus eyes, his body trembling slightly, the moist water color His lips opened and closed slightly, his voice was hoarse, and he couldn't help moaning: "Please... more..."

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Small theater "Examples of some things that people can't bear the most"

Chu Wanning: Eat spicy food

Mo Ran: Watching Chu Wan Ning eat spicy food

Teacher Mei: Show off your muscles and play triathlon

Xue Meng: Forced to engage in sex

Mei Hanxue: Seize the brothel

Ye Wangxi: Married to Song Qiutong

Nangong Si: My dog ​​died

Meat Bun: Overtime