The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu Wanning raised his eyelids, glanced at Mo Ran unsaltedly, and said, "I'm looking for you."

"...Ah? Who can find me at this time?" Mo Ran only had Chu Wanning in his eyes at this time, what he said and did with the people in the village during the day, and he had long forgotten about Jiaozhi Kingdom.

"The one who sings during the day." Chu Wanning wrote lightly, "That girl is the best in the village."

"Really... why do I feel that the girls in this village all look similar..."

Chu Wanning heard him say this, he didn't speak at first, and then said: "I haven't seen you for five years, when did you become blind?"

"..."

Chu Wanning's tone was flat, but when Mo Ran raised his eyes, he saw a smile in his eyes, and seemed to have a leisurely heart, joking with him.Mo Ran couldn't help being flattered, and his mood brightened up a lot.

The girl named Ling'er was holding a cloth bag with blue background and white flowers, and shouted to Mo Ran's room with all her strength: "Mo Xianjun, Mo—"

"I'm here." A man's deep voice suddenly sounded behind him. Ling'er turned her head and saw Mo Ran open half of the curtain, leaning against the door and smiling at her, "Girl, it's so late, what's the matter?"

Ling'er was startled at first, then delighted, and immediately greeted her: "Fortunately, Xianjun is not asleep yet, this is for you, I asked my third aunt to come, I told you at noon. You...you use it Take a look." She said, and handed him the cloth bag in her arms.

Mo Ran opened it and saw that there were three clay pots inside.

"This is?"

"Herbal ointment." Ling'er said enthusiastically, pointing to her cheek with a smile, "In the field at noon, you said you were bitten by a mosquito..."

"Ah." Mo Ran suddenly realized it, and then he was a little embarrassed. The reason he broke up casually, the girl actually believed it naively, and really sent him the herbal ointment, which made him a little ashamed.

The villagers of Yuliang Village are too simple...

"But the bite shouldn't be severe." Ling'er suddenly stood on tiptoe, looked at Mo Ran's face carefully, and smiled brighter, "I can't see any mosquitoes."

Mo Ran coughed dryly: "After all, he is a cultivator..."

Ling'er clapped her palms and said with a smile: "You guys are really interesting, especially fun. If I had talent, I would also like to cultivate immortality, but it's a pity that Fubo has no fate."

The two chatted a few more words, Mo Ran thanked her, and took the herbal ointment back to the house.Chu Wanning has changed his position, sitting at the table, flipping through the books left by Mo Ran, and looked up at him when he heard the movement.

"Herbal ointment." Mo Ran said embarrassingly.

Chu nightning said: "Are you really bitten by a mosquito? Come here and let me see."

Under the light, the color of Mo Ran's face was like honey, slightly darker, but the eyebrows and eyes became more heroic. Chu Wanning stared for a while and asked, "... Where is the bag? Where is it?"

Mo Ran scratched his head embarrassingly: "The skin is thick, it has disappeared a long time ago." He said, and put three cans of cool herbal ointment on Chu Wanning's table, "I don't need these, Master you Keep it, you are more prone to mosquito bites."

Chu Wanning was noncommittal, and only said: "It's a golden sore medicine and a herbal ointment. If you go on, it's better for me to open a medicine shop."

Mo Ran rubbed Ying Ting's nose and smiled, smiling very reservedly and honestly.Chu Wanning looked at it, reached out and poked his forehead, and said, "It's getting late, go back to your room and sleep."

"Well, Master, it's a sweet dream."

"Nice dream."

However, that night, the people lying in the small courtyard that can be walked ten steps apart, and the two old thatched cottages were different from those who wished each other. None of them fell asleep, they all tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Chu Wanning naturally needless to say, he feels that the soles of his feet are numb until now, and he can feel the cocoons of the ink burning fingertips, rubbing against himself.

Mo Ran's thinking is much more complicated. He tosses and turns, rests his head on the crook of his arm, and keeps pressing the seam of the bed board. , in this life, I must never be confused again, never bully others, never mess around...

What's more, there is still a teacher.

Yes, I should think more about Shi Mei——Shi Mei...

Suddenly, I felt even more uncomfortable.

In fact, since returning to the peak of death and life, and seeing Shi Mo again, he has always felt that he does not seem to have much enthusiasm for Shi Mo.

It seems that liking and protecting teachers has become a habit without thinking.He also does this all the time, but then what?

Facing the teacher five years ago, he still felt kind, but facing the handsome man five years later, Mo Ran felt a little strange in his heart.

This strangeness made him at a loss, and suddenly he didn't know what was wrong with him and what to do.

The next day, Chu Wanning woke up early.

When I walked outside, it happened that Mo Ran also lifted the curtain and came out, and the two met face to face.

The ink burned: "Master, it's early."

"Morning." Chu Wanning glanced at him, "...didn't sleep well?"

Mo Ran forced a smile: "The bed is not used to it, it's okay, just take a rest at noon."

They went to the field together. The early morning wind was filled with the sweetness of vegetation, and the surrounding fields were empty. Occasionally, they could hear the cry of frogs and the cry of autumn cicadas.

Chu Wanning yawned lazily, and suddenly saw something at the end of his eyes, and couldn't help laughing.

"Ink burning."

"Ok?"

A hand stretched out and brushed the ink-burning hair. Chu Wanning twirled a piece of straw from his hair, and said with a faint smile: "You shouldn't be rolling on the bed, right? Both."

Mo Ran just wanted to defend himself, when he suddenly saw a short section of Chu Wanning's hair, he couldn't help laughing: "The master is also rolling."

As he said that, he also helped Chu Wanning pick off the golden grass stalk.

The sun was rising in the east, and the master and apprentice looked at each other in the overwhelming glory of the golden wall, one still lowered its head slightly, and the other slightly raised its face.

Only five years ago, it was Chu Wanning who bowed his head, and Mo Ran who raised his head. Now the time is wrong, and Mo Weiyu is no longer a teenager.The years seem to be finally willing to settle down at this moment. In the gentle morning light, Mo Ran suddenly couldn't help jumping into the field, opened his arms, and smiled at the people on the field: "Master, come down, I will follow you."

"..." Chu Wanning stared at the field ridge that was only half a person tall, and said, "Are you sick?"

"Hahaha."

He took off his shoes and socks, and jumped lightly into the paddy field by himself. The rippling water made the soles of his feet slightly cold. Chu Wanning waved his wide sleeves and majestically drew a large paddy field into his own category: "These are all mine. , I didn’t harvest as much rice as you did yesterday, so I will let you admit defeat today.”

Mo Ran raised his outstretched arms, scratched his head, rolled up his mouth, and a particularly beautiful smile crept across his cheeks.

"Okay, if I lose, I will make lots and lots of lotus cakes and lots and lots of crab meat and lion heads for Master."

Chu Wanning said: "Add a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus lotus root."

"Okay! What if the master loses?" Mo Ran's eyes shone with water, shining like stars, "So what?"

Chu Wanning squinted at him coldly: "What do you want?"

Mo Ran pursed his lips and thought for a long time, and then said: "If the master loses, you will eat a lot of lotus cakes I made, a lot of crab meat and lion heads."

After a pause, a more gentle lingering sound fell into the breeze.

"Add a lot of osmanthus candied lotus root."

No matter win or lose, I want to treat you differently.

Chu Wanning cuts the rice first and second time. He is a person who refuses to admit defeat. It is fine to make people laugh yesterday, but today he cannot be looked down upon.With a sigh of relief in his heart, he buried his head in the rustling work. By noon, the rice that had been cut was much more than Mo Ran.

When he was eating under the mulberry tree, he was a little proud. Although he didn't say anything and couldn't see it on his face, his eyes always looked up to the dam, seeing the rice he had harvested, piled high into a golden mountain.

"Ling'er, go get another bowl of rice for Xianjun."

Everyone sat in a circle, and the aunt saw that Mo Ran was eating fast, and the bowl was bottomed out in a while, and she said hurriedly.

Mo Ran put the bowls and chopsticks away, very anxious, smiled and said: "No, I'm full, I have something to do, I have to go out of the village first, come back later, you eat first."

Ling'er was very surprised, and immediately showed some anxiety: "Is this the only thing Xianjun eats? But the food is not to your taste? If you don't like it...how about I... go and make some for you..."

"No, no, it suits the taste." Naturally, Mo Ran couldn't see the thoughts of the girl's family. He smiled straightforwardly and waved his hands, and strode towards the stable.

Chu night Ning asked him: "Where are you going?"

Mo Ran turned half of his face and smiled: "Go and buy some things, and I will be back soon."

"Xianjun-"

"Forget it, let him go." Chu Wanning said lightly with a piece of fried tofu.

Although these two immortals came together, anyone with a discerning eye can see who has a higher status, who has a lower status, and who speaks more. After opening the mouth, the villagers will not be able to ask more questions, and let the ink burn.

After the meal, people were in groups, either chewing tobacco leaves in the field, or squinting and taking a nap to bask in the sun. The peasant women gathered together to weave clothes to keep out the cold, and the children rode bamboo horses and chirped and played. A few domestic cats sniffed the ground expectantly, their pink noses twitched and their ears pricked, trying to find something to eat in the leftovers.

Chu Wanning held the hot tea and rested against a pile of grain. Seeing that the cat was so small and pitiful, he waved to it and wanted to get something for it to eat. Unfortunately, it was very alert to strangers. Seeing Chu Wan Ning raised her hand, thinking she was going to hit it, and ran away with a sting.

Chu Wanning: "..."

Does he look so fierce?Don't want to see cats?

Just as he rested his chin in sullen thought, he suddenly heard the tinkling of copper pieces.Ling'er happily held a cup of tea and sat beside Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning turned to look at her without much expression.

This girl is very pretty, and what is even more rare is that she is not thin and thin, but a plump woman that is rare in the backcountry.She also knows how to dress herself up very well. She didn't have any money to buy accessories, so she picked up some fine pieces of copper and iron, washed them, ground them into warm rings, strung them on the hem of her clothes, and made a tinkling sound when she walked. The sun shines brightly.

"Xianjun." She called him crisply, her voice was like a ripe berry.

Chu WanNing said: "What's the matter?" The voice was like a cold smoke.

Ling'er was slightly taken aback by his inhumanity, but then whitewashed the peace and said with a smile: "It's nothing, it's boring to see Xianjun sitting alone, I want to come and talk to Xianjun."

"..."

Chu Wanning doesn't think he has an amiable face, and the cat is probably the best evidence.But people and cats are different after all, cats can't calculate, but people may have other plans.

Sure enough, after Ling'er chatted with him about what was there and what was not, she seemed to ask casually: "Xianjun, you are the peak of life and death... what kind of people do you want to accept as disciples? You Look at me like this...is it okay?"

Chu WanNing said: "Hold out your hand."

"Ah..." She opened her eyes wide, and then she was so excited that she followed suit.Chu Wanning put her fingertips lightly on her veins, and withdrew after a while, saying, "No."

Ling'er's face flushed red all of a sudden: "Yes, is there no wisdom root?"

"I let you stretch out your hand, and you will know that I am going to test your spiritual core, so you should have asked others before." Chu Wanning said, "The girl's celestial relationship is shallow, and I am afraid that I will not be able to build it until I am old. Ji, it’s just a waste of time to stay in the mountains, so it’s better to give up this idea.”

Ling'er stopped talking, and lowered her face, looking very disappointed.After a while, he shook his lips and whispered, "Thank you Xianjun for your guidance."

"No thanks."

She walked away silently, Chu Wanning looked at her back, feeling a little complicated.For many people in the lower world of cultivation, they would be more eager to join the immortal sect than the people in the upper world of cultivation, because to those in the upper world of cultivation, cultivating immortals is just to glorify their ancestors and gain a good reputation.

But for people in the lower cultivation world, sometimes it means saving their lives.

Chu Wanning leaned against the grain pile and drank another sip of tea. Now that the weather has turned cold, he didn't drink it for a while, and the tea was getting colder.He drank it in two or three sips, closed his eyes and wanted to take a nap, but he slept too late last night, and today he was busy all morning, this sleep became a deep sleep, and most of the day passed in a blink of an eye.

When he woke up again, the sky was already blood-colored, crows were taunting on the treetops, and only neat rice stalks and falling grain crumbs remained in the ridges of the field.

Chu Wanning was startled, and suddenly opened his eyes wide.

He actually leaned on the grain pile and slept until dusk, probably because of his status, those farmers didn't have the nerve to wake him up, not only let him sleep like this, but some people covered him with clothes for fear that he would catch a cold .

"..."

clothes……

Chu WanNing wanted to sit up, but suddenly a familiar smell came from the tip of his nose. He came back to his senses and lowered his eyes to look at the robe. The material was very thick, but it was washed clean, and the needle thread was lingering The fragrance of soap locust.

It is ink-burning clothes.

I don't know why, after understanding this, Chu Wanning gave up the movement of sitting up. He relaxed his back and lay back, half of his face was hidden under the robe, revealing only a pair of clear eyes, slightly squinting, Hiding inexplicable emotions.

It's crazy.

He squinted his soft eyelashes, looking for the figure of that person in the fields.He found it quickly. After all, Mo Ranchu is so handsome and tall now, and he will look very eye-catching wherever he stands.

The young man was helping the village head and the others to carry the harvested rice to the ox cart. He turned his back to Chu Wanning. After working for about a day, it was really hot. Like other farmers, he put on his coat and upper garment. He took it off, revealing his sturdy, honey-colored back.

Under the scorching sunset, his broad back was soaked with heat, and the sweat slowly slid down along the texture of his muscles, trickled down to his waist, and meandered under his tight waistline...

He is like fiery iron, like charcoal in a furnace, burning all the tenderness and sweetness into steaming male and desire, Chu Wanning watched from afar, and all other scenes gradually faded away in his eyes, leaving only the beautiful man His fur, smooth muscles like a cheetah, and half of his face turned away when he was talking and laughing with the village chief, with smooth dimples and kind eyes, looked handsome and charming.

Seemingly feeling the gaze behind him, Mo Ran turned his head, and Chu Wanning quickly closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

But the heartbeat was as fast as a torrential rain, and the sound of rumbling blood filled my ears.

After a while, he quietly opened a gap and looked under the eyelash feather curtain.Mo Ran had already turned around, and Ling'er walked towards him from the ridge, with shy eyes, and handed him a handkerchief.

"Xianjun, wipe off your sweat."

Mo Ran was carrying a pile of straw to the car, and said with a smile: "I'm too busy, wait a while."

Ling'er seemed very happy, she just stood beside him and watched, reaching out her hand to help him from time to time.Mo Ran was quite surprised by this girl's enthusiasm, and said, "Thank you."

She was even more delighted. The tall and strong man beside her exuded a masculine charm that was within reach. She heard his breathing, looked at his relaxed shoulders, blushed involuntarily, and forgot what men and women Not kissing each other, holding the handkerchief and saying softly: "Xianjun, if you don't wipe your sweat, it will drip into your eyes."

Mo Ran hurriedly said: "No hands, no hands."

"I'll wipe it for you..." Before she finished speaking, she felt a chill behind her back.

Chu Wanning did not know when he had come behind them. He was still wearing a black thick robe of ink burning on his shoulders. His eyebrows were slanted, with some hostility when he just woke up. He said: "Ink burning."

"Ah?" The person who was not free just now put down the rice immediately, rubbed the tip of his nose and turned his head, and smiled when he saw Chu Wanning, "Master finally woke up."

Chu nightning looked him up and down: "Is it cold?"

Mo Ran smiled and said, "Hot."

As soon as he finished speaking, the drop of sweat accumulated between the black eyebrows trickled down, and inadvertently, it dripped into his eyes. Looking at Chu Wanning.Of course he was embarrassed to ask a girl to borrow a handkerchief, so he asked Chu Wanning: "Master, my eyes..."

"I washed my handkerchief."

"..."

Seeing this, Ling'er hurriedly said: "Then use mine—"

Chu Wanning ignored her and went straight forward.He looked indifferent, but looked up, raised his plain white sleeves, held the cuffs, and wiped Mo Ran's eyebrows carefully.

The author has something to say:

Small theater "What is the meaning of love"

Master: ... I don't know.

Xue Meng: Praising me, praising me to death is love.

Teacher Mei: Alas, I think I am either Hei Xinlian or love.

Mei Hanxue: It is love that can help me win the male number one.

Nangong Si: I only accept Nao Platinum as a gift, and the dog who loves me loves me.

Ye Wangxi: ...Can you like me more than dogs?

Gouzi 1.0: (biting the pen) ... Well, whoever has the standard answer, please copy it here.

Gouzi 2.0: I think I will break through the answer to this question soon.

Gouzi 0.5: ... (impatiently) What the hell kind of problem is this? ——"What do you mean by shou?" I don't understand, what the hell, take it away, roll around.

Eunuch Liu: (whispering) Your Majesty, this one reads "love" instead of "shou".