The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

No matter how slow Mo Ran is, seeing her fiery eyes, there is nothing unclear, and immediately said: "Miss Ling'er, you drink a little too much, if you have anything to say, I will talk about it tomorrow..."

"I want to talk today!"

This girl is vicious even when she stands up, her hair is a little loose, and her eyes are shining.

"..." Mo Ran was afraid of being entangled, and wanted to run away with ease, but she grabbed the corner of her sleeve, Mo Ran was angry and funny, and said, "Let me go."

"Don't let go." The so-called Jiu Zhuang is cowardly, not to mention Ling'er's courage is not small at all, and the idea of ​​clinging to the peak of death and life is not a day or two, so she said loudly, "I like you, you like me!" Dislike me?"

Ink burning: "..."

Seeing that the man didn't respond, Ling'er became a little anxious.

When Mo Ran first came to Yuliang Village, she felt that this man was mighty and heroic. Later, when she learned that he was the famous "Master Mo" over the years, her heart became deeper and deeper, and she couldn't control it.

Calculated that the busy farming season is almost over, Mo Ran will leave here soon, she is just a little girl in the lower cultivation world, the only thing she can do is a pretty face and a good figure, although she doesn't know what Mo Ran treats her How do you look at it, but if you don't express yourself at this moment, it will be extremely difficult to have another chance in the future, so tonight, with some alcohol, she was able to muster up the courage to follow Mo Ran and stop him from confessing.

Such a torrent of courage, to be honest, Mo Ran was a little shocked.

Ling'er's pretty face was flushed red.

She thought, if Mo Ran agreed to herself, it would be fine. Not to mention getting such a handsome love brother, climbing up to him is equivalent to climbing to the top of life and death, and then she won't have to stay in this small broken village You can live a comfortable life by being pickled, just...

"I'm sorry, Miss Ling'er, you'd better let go."

But his words easily shattered the floating castle in her mind.

The blush on Ling'er's face didn't fade away, and she became pale again, her complexion was very ugly for a moment, after a while she said anxiously: "I, is there something wrong with me?"

"You look good everywhere." Mo Ran was very polite, and gently broke away from her hand, "But I don't like it."

If it was said that he had left a bit of thin face just now, then the sentence "I don't like it" can be said to be devastating, tearing her last face off.

Ling'er's eyes were filled with tears in an instant, and she was sad. Although she admired Mo Ran, she didn't have deep roots in love. Instead, she wanted to be promoted one step higher, so she was more of a dream Broken Lost.

"Then you..." She held back her tears and asked, "Then what kind of appearance do you like?"

"I--"

Her words, but asked Mo Ran.

What does he like?

Habitually, he felt that what he liked was Shi Mei's appearance, but when the words came to his lips, it seemed that he suddenly felt that this was not the case. He was a little at a loss for a while, but he couldn't answer.

"Tell me, what do you like?" Ling'er pressed on step by step, her beautiful eyes staring at Mo Ran's face, not letting go of any changes in his expression.

She is also a poor person. She has an older sister who married an ordinary cloth merchant in the Upper Cultivation World. She moved to Leizhou a few years ago and lived a good life.

She went to visit her sister with her mother and carried a pile of dried fish with peppercorns from the country, but her brother-in-law thought the dried fish had a strong smell, and felt that the mother and daughter were shabby and it was embarrassing to live in their own house. He drove them back.This incident deeply engraved a knife in Ling'er's heart. From that day on, she was not reconciled to her poor life, and vowed to live a better life than her sister, and to return all the grievances she suffered back then.

So she has been looking for a hero all these years, wanting to commit herself to others and change her destiny.

She really didn't want to let Mo Weiyu go.

So she was almost anxious and crazy. Under the drunkenness, she leaned on him drowsily. She has a soft and graceful body. When she walks through the fields in summer, men will sneak a look at her. In pressure injection, he wanted to use his soft body to tear off the armor of Grandmaster Mo.

"What's wrong with me? You don't even think about it, you don't want to think about it, just reject me like this?"

Her hot and soft body was attached, but Mo Ran felt uncomfortable all over, and pulled her away, her face was mostly black.

"Miss Ling'er, I haven't known you for long? How could I like you, why would I consider you?"

"How do you know if you don't try!"

Mo Ran saw that she was coming again, and immediately said: "Don't come closer!"

"Is that why you don't like it?" Ling'er opened her eyes, and said in disbelief, "You have a little... a little..."

"I don't like it at all." Mo Ran felt that what he said was not clear enough, it would be better to cut this kind of thing thoroughly, so although it was cruel, he added a sentence, "I don't feel moved at all."

Ling'er was dumbfounded.

She doesn't like it, she can understand.

But don't worry...

How many unmarried men can say the phrase "not tempted" to a woman with an excellent face and figure, and to such a woman who actively throws herself into her arms?Can you have no desire for Wenxiang nephrite?

She stayed there for a while, and said, "You...how could you...how could you..."

She was a little hard to say.

She actually wanted to say, how come you have no desire at all?This is not normal.

Mo Ran also felt her meaning from her hesitation, but he really didn't want to explain to her. He and her met by chance, and the concubine wanted to have a romantic relationship, but Lang didn't have this idea at all.

She likes to think how she likes.

Mo Ran said to her in a low voice: "Sorry." He sneaked into the night.

The night wind blew his cheeks, and he couldn't help squinting his eyes.

After talking with Ling'er, he suddenly realized that he might have misunderstood one point about love all along.

Ling'er asked him, "What kind of look do you like?"

He seemed to have never asked himself this question.

People who get little warmth always don't have much right to choose, as long as anyone treats him exceptionally well, he will give all his blood.

"What do you like?"

This was a sentence in his subconscious that he didn't even dare to think about.

In fact, everyone in this world originally has their own special tastes and hobbies.When Mo Ran was a child, he often heard other children pulling the corners of their parents' clothes on the side of the road, saying: "I like to eat this, this one has green onions." Or "Aniang, this red lantern looks better than the yellow one, I like it Red."

But he can't say it, it's useless to say it, the only thing he can afford is the cheapest white flour pancake, and he has to break it apart and share half with his mother.

Later, when he was in the restaurant, he would also peek at the benefactors who came to listen to the opera, watching them shake their silk fans and say things slowly: "I liked that Tweety last time, but I still want her to sing this time." Well, pretty, with a sweet voice." Sentences like this.

In fact, in Mo Ran's eyes, Sister Cui'er is far less beautiful than Sister Bai Rong, but who cares what he thinks?

No one will ever ask him "what do you like", whether it is aesthetic or choice, these words are only related to rich people. For Mo Ran, what others give him is what he is, and he should be grateful for what he eats , if there is a piece of clothing that can cover the body, you should cry-"like"?

He's probably just dreaming, why can he like it, how dare he like it, what qualifications does he have to like it?He has only one humble life to survive by struggling hard.

After a long time, this habit of holding on to whatever he got got deep into his bone marrow. Later, no matter how much gold, silver and jewels were entangled with him, the ambergris made him sneeze, but it didn't help the poor spirit in his bones. cover up.

Throughout Mo Ran's life, he was poor and poor when he was young. His emotions were like the mud on the soles of his shoes, worthless, so "what do you like?" No one would ask him.

Later, when he became prosperous, Jane was in the heart of the emperor, and he was with the king and the tiger. His thoughts could only be guessed by others, so no one dared to ask him the question "what do you like?"

But just now, Ling'er suddenly asked him this sentence, a few simple words, and he was stopped by the question.

He used to think that if he loved someone, he must be respectful and held in the palm of his hand, and he didn't dare to have any delusional thoughts.

Just like he did to the teacher.

He felt that this was love, as if nothing was wrong.

But at this moment, he vaguely understood that things didn't seem to be what he thought.

Does he really like gentleness more than stubbornness?

Does he really like gentleness more than toughness?

He really likes the peach blossoms in the eyes, more than the sharp eyes, the two-edged frost?

He...does he really like Shi Mingjing?instead of... instead of...

He didn't dare to think about the name, but his heartbeat couldn't help him, and his blood became hot and hot.

Mo Ran was shocked by his love.

Love, love, love and desire are inseparable, inseparable, attracted by the other person's appearance, bewitched by the other person's voice, smell, or even a look in the other person's eyes, want to occupy, want to Owning, wanting to leave one's own breath on the body that had nothing to do with one's own, wanting to insert one's own eagerness into the other's body.

He has always believed that love is sacred, and the one he loves cannot be profaned.

But how can it really not be blasphemy?

When a body that I love, long for, and yearn for appears in front of my eyes, how can I not bear the heat all over my body, and I don’t care about it?

Of all the love in the world, there is only love, which has nothing to do with cleanliness.

It is destined to be stained with sticky hot sweat, it is the color of flesh, it is destined to be tangled with temples, it smells of heather, it is related to moaning, it is related to passion, it is destined to breed in a hotbed of mud and moisture. stamens come.

Mo Ran rushed in the night, and suddenly stopped, his eyes were bright and terrifying, and his expression was horrified.

There seemed to be something broken in his brain, and the frenzied current that had been suppressed by his self-confidence and stupid stubbornness for a long time drowned him and swallowed him with overwhelming momentum.

He stood there in horror.

Desire, desire.

love.

Chu Wanning...

He finally dug up the name.

The sand and mud are washed away, and the treasures emerge.

It has always been Chu Wanning... Such a private emotion, such a fiery love, has always belonged to Chu Wanning!

He felt that his eyes turned black, and the obsession of two lifetimes was shattered, and the broken brick wall was washed by the violent tide, hitting his heart, making him almost out of breath.

He was aghast.

Could it be...so...could it be like this...

Has the person he likes, his so-called love, been wrong all along?

When Mo Ran returned to the bonfire meeting with Li Huabai in his arms, Ling'er was no longer there.

Of course, everyone will not be aware of a girl's departure, and naturally no one will know that the conversation between Mo Ran and her just now is still very lively.

After drinking for three rounds, the villagers played a game. They made a grass ring with rice stalks, and asked one person to go up and beat the drum. I have to answer.

This is the fun that farmers in the lower repair world have when they have nothing to do when they are working. The gameplay is simple and easy to learn. Even people like Chu Wanning who are insulated from fun are not difficult to integrate into it.

"Okay, it's Lao Bai! Come on, Lao Bai is here to draw lots!"

With a bitter face, Lao Bai grabbed a folded piece of paper from the big sea bowl, unfolded it, and read, "A woman with big breasts looks better, or a fat butt?"

The people around immediately burst into laughter.

The old white face was flushed, and he raised the note and cursed: "Which melon wrote this question and threw it in? I say hello to you!"

"Don't." A villager smiled and pulled his clothes, "Don't worry about being a fairy, you answer the question first."

The man in the old white house was also sitting down, staring at him with bullfrog eyes, the old white's hair stood on end, he hesitated for a long time, and then whispered: "I think it's pretty much the same."

Immediately, someone laughed and shouted: "You're talking shit, it's no fun to lie! You told me a few days ago that you think women with big butts are good-looking and good-looking, why don't you tell the truth! Drink and drink! Fine wine!"

Lao Bai had no choice, he drank the wine with a bitter face and grinned, and was often scolded by his daughter-in-law after he got down.

Chu Wanning hid in the crowd, and it was both embarrassing and novel to see, but this kind of question was too vulgar, and if it was asked to him, he would definitely not be able to answer it.

At this time, the village head happened to be holding a foot of black cloth, and said with a smile: "Let's replace Lao Zhang and let him play the drums. Who will replace him?"

Chu WanNing immediately said: "I'll come."

He walked to the animal-hide girdle tied with rough cowhide, took the drumsticks, and sat down on the floor.

The village chief carefully tied the black straps for his blindfold, adjusted them left and right, and asked, "Is it tight?"

"It doesn't matter."

"Could it leak light?"

"No leakage."

The village chief smiled and said: "Then ask Xianjun to beat the drums. Whenever you want to stop, just stop."

Chu Wanning said: "Okay." He held up the wooden hammer, tapped on the leather surface, and then flexibly hit dense drums, noisy and messy.

He was blindfolded, and he didn't realize that the eyes cast by Mo Ran across the bonfire were so complicated and confused.

Mo Ran looked at him, the sparks were flying, like orange fireflies scattered into the night, he looked at the man in white clothes in the night, his gaze inch by inch, like a sharp knife across Chu Wanning's forehead, the tip of his nose, across His lips, his chin.

Chu Wanning, whose eyes were wrapped in black cloth, had an inexplicable temptation to him, but this time Mo Ran didn't let the temptation slip away casually, he chewed and licked carefully.

He tasted love in it.

Once again he felt a shudder in his heart, and once again he was sure...that there was nothing wrong.

He has love for Chu Wanning.That kind of love has nothing to do with the relationship between master and apprentice, and it has nothing to do with kindness.

He simply adores him, desires him, wants him.

he……

Finally realized belatedly that he loves Chu WanNing.

is love.

He was so confused, so paranoid, he was so stupid, so blind.

He didn't finally get enlightened until today.

He loves Chu WanNing.

This section is clear, the layer of soil that has been accumulated in his mind for a long time finally cracked, many things that he could not understand before, many answers that he could not get before, are all in this long-overdue love , come in droves.

But he hasn't had time to lick or think deeply.

There was a "boom", the drumbeat stopped, and the lingering sound spread like ripples.

The grass ring was not too early or too late. At this moment, it fell on his knee. He picked it up in a daze, and when he looked up, he saw that Chu Wanning was relieved, and took off the black tie with one hand. Dai, opened those phoenix eyes shining with moonlight, and looked around purely and flawlessly.

He was also curious, wanting to know whose house the flowers fell when he stopped beating the drum.

So he met Mo Ran's sight.

Chu Wanning: "..."

Ink burning: "..."

There is nothing more embarrassing than when he is peeking at you and you are peeking at him too. The two eyes intertwine and dodge each other a bit.

But Chu Wanning stopped hiding soon, because he suddenly realized that Mo Ran's handsome and straight face was shrouded in ignorant and complicated feelings at the moment, crossing the bonfire surrounded by Venus and the bustling crowd, it was so straight The ground and hotness are exposed, neither concealed nor concealed.

Chu Wanning slightly opened his eyes wide.

"Good luck Mo Xianjun." The village chief smiled and went to pull Mo Ran up.

Mo Ran hesitated for a while, and according to the rules, he put the braided grass ring on his hair. His black eyes were bright, but he was a little at a loss. He put on the hair crown, and carefully looked at Chu Wanning glance.That handsome, tanned face gradually turned red in the firelight.

Chu Wanning was frightened by his abnormal behavior, so his eyes widened and he stared at him roundly.

Under Chu Wanning's undisguised gaze, Mo Ran lowered his eyelashes, pursed his lips and remained silent, looking obedient and shy.

It seems like that kind of dull young man, at the age of knowing Mu Shaoai, when he first fell in love, everything looks so clumsy, so clumsy that he is a little pathetic, but also a little cute.

Chu Wanning: "..."

If he was still shocked just now, he can be said to be shocked now.

... He is afraid that he is going to go blind!

Otherwise, why would you feel that these five big and three thick bears suddenly became so hypocritical, as if they had taken the wrong medicine?

The author has something to say:

Small Theater "Why Didn't You Respond"

Ling'er: Immortal Mo, why didn't you respond when I hugged you? Do you have some hidden disease (disgusted and looking at it), should you invite an old Chinese doctor to show you, the secret recipe passed down from one's ancestors, it can't be cured.

Mo Ran: ...Girl, Duanxiu, understand.

Ling'er: Scared, your sleeve is broken?Then I help you sew?