The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

The most important person in this world to Mo Ran, apart from Chu Wanning, is Shi Mei.

Mo Ran once thought that he was ignorant of his teacher, but later he found out that he was not, but his intention to treat him well and cherish him has not changed.

Although gradually I will feel that the teacher has become strange, and I feel that this tall man with charming eyebrows is like another person.Although the original bowl of copying hands was just sent by Shi Mei to order for Chu Wanning, but no matter what, Shi Mingjing is the original Shi Mingjing.

It was the companion who smiled at him and stretched out his hand to him in the darkness and frustration.

It was the brother who accompanied him and was willing to comfort him when he was lonely and unwilling.

Thinking of Shi Mo is also an orphan, in this world there is no longer a relative, Xue Meng is proud and arrogant, although he has made good friends with Shi Mo, but for so many years, Shi Mo has never called Xue Meng's name, but He respectfully called him the young master.

The only one who can really call the teacher a "friend" is probably only himself.

As a result, he also broke his heart.

Xue Mengni was in the bamboo forest, with his arms folded for a long time, and he saw Mo Ran standing there motionless, playing with the silver comb, as if he had something on his mind.

After waiting for half an hour, there was no movement, Xue Meng began to feel like an idiot——

What do you think, how do you think there is any relationship between Shizun and Mo Ran?Is his brain broken... The more he stood, the more awkward he became, and the more he fought, the more he felt inexplicable. At the end of the stand, Xue Meng turned around and wanted to leave, but it turned out to be a brother of the same school. He made almost the same mistake as Mo Ran.

Relaxed for a while, and did not control the sound of footsteps.

Mo Ran stood up and said solemnly through the gauze curtain: "Who?"

"..."

Under the moonlight, Xue Meng walked out reluctantly, without embarrassment, his eyes dodged, and he coughed lightly.

The ink burned for a moment: "What are you doing here?"

"Only state officials are allowed to set fire, but people are not allowed to light lamps?" Xue Meng didn't dare to look at Mo Ran's eyes, his eyes were erratic, and what he said was plausible, but his face turned red, "I just want to see Master."

Mo Ran thought about it, vaguely understood the possibility of Xue Meng following him, and couldn't help but froze, but he quickly adjusted his expression, and regained his composure before Xue Meng noticed it.

"Since you're here, sit down for a while."

Xue Meng did not refuse, and followed into the bamboo pavilion.

Mo Ran asked him: "Want to drink tea or wine?"

"Tea." Xue Meng said, "Drinking will make you drunk."

There are wine and tea on the table, and the ink burns a small red clay stove. The flames light up in the night, and according to his facial features, he boils eight-treasure tea on the stove. The two brothers sit together in the bamboo pavilion On the bench, one is leaning against the pillars of the pavilion, waiting for the water to boil and the tea to be cooked.

Xue Meng asked him: "Why are you so early? It should have been worth half a night as a teacher."

"There is nothing left and right, so I came here." Mo Ran smiled, "Aren't you too?"

Xue Meng thought, it seems to be the case.

Mo Ran should be the same as himself, just caring about the master. After all, after the first battle of Tian Lie, Mo Ran gradually changed. Now that many years have passed, he is very different from the boy who had to compare pennies and pennies. The apprentice who was saved by his life finally grew into an upright man.

Lowering his eyelashes, Xue Meng pondered for a moment, then smiled.

Mo Ran asked: "What?"

"No, I remembered the last retreat." Xue Meng said, "At that time, you were still not convinced by the master. For ten days, you came to see him, and then said that you were not capable enough, and I was afraid that you would not be able to serve him. , I ran to my father to sort out the collection of books. I was still angry with you at that time, but I never thought that after seven years, you would become like this."

The ink burned for a while, and then said: "People will change."

Xue Meng asked: "I want to give you another chance to let you go back to seven years ago, can you run away?"

"What do you say?"

Xue Meng really thought about it seriously, and then said: "I'm afraid I will think about it for ten days and ten nights, and I will be with the master."

Mo Ran lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Huh, what are you laughing at?" Xue Meng changed his posture, put one foot on the bench in the bamboo pavilion, rested his elbows leisurely, tilted his head and neck back slightly, and turned his eyes to the end of his eyes, looking at his own hall. Brother, "now you and I have the same thoughts for Master, how do I think, you should not be too far behind."

Mo Ran lowered his eyes: "Well."

Xue Meng squinted his eyes, looked at the wind chime at the corner of the pavilion, and said: "It's very good, when the master died, I resented him for exchanging your life with his life, but today, it seems that you are not completely innocent. conscience."

Mo Ran didn't know what to say, and said "um" again.

The bells are tinkling, tinkling in the wind.

A little silence, Xue Meng couldn't help turning his head, his eyes were burning, his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he suddenly asked him: "Cough, what, there is actually something, I want to ask you."

"You said."

"Tell me the truth, that day in the back mountain, you..."

Mo Ran actually knew that Xue Meng had always wanted to ask this question.

After twisting and turning for so long, I still haven't escaped.He waited for him to speak.

But Xue Meng muttered for a long time, his face turned white and red, red and white, and finally he couldn't say that sentence, he just looked at Mo Ran and said: "Are you really... are you looking for sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes? ?”

The water boiled, and wisps of steam ebbed and flowed, gathered and dispersed in the cold night.

The eyes of the two meet, Xue Meng's eyes are full of anxiety, flashing hot flames, and the black eyes of Mo Ran are ancient well without waves, bottomless.

"You can drink tea."

Xue Meng suddenly grabbed his arm and stared at him: "Are you really looking for sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes?!"

"..."

Mo Ran paused for a moment, broke away from his hand, and went to the table to pick up the dark cast iron pot, filling a cup for each person.

Then he raised his eyes and said, "If we weren't looking for sweet-scented osmanthus rice cakes, what else could we be doing?"

"you--"

"Master will not lie to you easily. If you don't believe me, you have to believe him."

Xue Meng seemed to be pinched by a seven-inch snake, his hands on his knees spasmed slightly, and then he suddenly lowered his head and said: "I don't believe him."

"Then drink tea." Mo Ran sighed, "What are you thinking about all day long? It's all about nothing." He lowered his head and blew on the steaming heat. In the mist of water, his face looked so Handsome, but a little blurry, like a flower in a mirror and the moon in water, making it difficult for people to see clearly.

Eight-treasure tea is warm and tastes salty and mellow. Xue Meng took a few sips slowly, feeling that the gurgling heat made his frantic heartbeat gradually calm down. steaming.

Xue Meng lowered his head, suddenly stunned, as if he was talking to Mo Ran, and he seemed to be talking to himself: "I really care about him so much that I think so much, a little trouble, I..."

"I know." Mo Ran said, "Me too."

Xue Meng turned his face and looked at him.

The ink burned against the pavilion pillar, the tea in the cup was not exhausted, he took another sip, and then said: "Just because of this, I misunderstood the teacher, you are at least better than me, and you are not so impulsive."

Xue Meng wondered: "No wonder he left after saying a few words to you. What did you misunderstand him?"

"...Don't say it." Mo Ran smiled bitterly, "I can think more wildly than you."

Xue Meng wrinkled his nose: "He is a poor man. People change their sons and eat them during the famine. If he was not rescued by his father, he would have become the meat of the hungry people... Shi Mei has been treating you very well, you Don't bully him."

The ink burned: "Well, I know, I was excited for a while before, and I won't be in the future."

The two guarded Chu Wanning in the pavilion, chatting with each other without salt or light.

This feeling is very strange. Mo Ran looked at Xue Meng's handsome, somewhat arrogant face under the moonlight. It was this person who opened a hole in his chest in his previous life. Every time he met, he was accompanied by tears and blood.

I didn't expect them to be able to talk so calmly, cooking tea and wine under the moon in the lotus pond.

Yes, boil wine.

After the tea was finished, Xue Meng didn't intend to leave.

The ink burned another pot of wine, had a few drinks, and had the right to talk with you, as long as you are not drunk, it is harmless.

But he seems to have overestimated Xue Meng's drinking capacity.

The four of them are masters and apprentices. It is Chu Wanning who can't pour a thousand cups.

Two small cups of Pear Blossom White will make this person feel a little dizzy, and his tongue will become loose when he speaks.

Mo Ran was worried about causing trouble, so he quickly collected all the wine and stopped drinking it for him.

Although Xue Meng's consciousness is chaotic, but it has not lost all, it is still clear, blushing, smiled, and said: "Put it away, I... I can't drink anymore."

"Well." Mo Ran said, "Go back and rest, can you go by yourself? If you can't go, I will send my uncle over."

"Oh, don't need him to come, don't need him to come." Xue Meng smiled and waved his hand, "I can walk back by myself, and I know the way."

Mo Ran was worried, stretched out a finger and put it in front of him: "How much is this?"

"one."

Pointing to Chu Wanning again: "Who is this?"

Xue Meng smiled: "Brother Immortal."

"……speak politely."

"Haha, Master, I recognize it." Xue Meng hugged the pillar and smiled.

Mo Ran frowned, and secretly scolded Xue Meng why his drinking capacity was getting worse year after year, and he was still not at ease, and he pointed to himself and asked him: "What about me, you see clearly, don't joke, who am I?"

Xue Meng stayed for a while.

Time seems to overlap with old shadows at this moment. On the night of Meng Potang's New Year's Eve, Xue Meng was also drunk. He recognized Shi Mo's face and said that Chu Wanning was the elder brother of the fairy. Then he looked at Mo Ran and laughed and said that Mo Ran was a dog.

Mo Ran looked at him calmly, and prepared that if he said something like a dog again, he would first secretly beat Xue Meng, and then call Xue Zhengyong to come and take the little drunk back.

But Xue Meng looked at him, stared blankly for a while, and didn't know what kind of weird expression he had on his face. Finally, his lips opened and pursed slightly, as if he was going to pronounce the sound of "dog".

Mo Ran intends to reach out and cover his mouth.

"elder brother……"

The hand that has not been raised froze, Xue Meng looked at him dimly, and slowly, softly, shouted: "Brother."

The ink burned for a moment, as if being stung by a bee sting, the sting pain diffused into severe pain, and the severe pain became numb due to the poison.His throat was blocked, he couldn't say a word, he just stared blankly at Xue Meng's face, young, arrogant, and high-spirited facial features.

On this face, Mo Ran is used to hatred, anger, and contempt.

But I have never seen his expression at this moment.

Xue Meng stroked the Dragon City saber on his waist, which Mo Ran spared no effort to cut down the great goblin Mei, took the best spirit stone, and sent it to melt it for him.

Without this saber, he might not be able to win the first place in the Lingshan Conference. Without this saber, he might just be reduced to an unknown monk, bearing the wound of Zhong Yong.

When he was sober, for various reasons, out of self-esteem and face, he never said a word of thanks to Mo Ran, but he was actually very uncomfortable-when he wiped the dragon city every day, he was full of emotions Thousands of people, mixed feelings.

Especially after Confucianism came back, knowing that Mo Ran saved him from Xu Shuanglin, Xue Meng suffered even more. After waking up, he heard that Mo Ran and Chu Wanning were still missing, and he cried bitterly. Everyone thought he was He was just crying about his master, and only Xue Meng knew it. That night, he was holding the Dragon City saber, lying on the sickbed, looking at the darkness, and said hoarsely:

"Brother, I'm sorry."

Where are you... are you and Master... are you okay...

Mo Ran couldn't speak, and he couldn't move his feet. The whole person seemed to be frozen, and he just stood there stiffly.

Everything yesterday was like passing water, rushing past my eyes.

He thought of the peak of death and life in his previous life, Xue Meng went up the mountain alone, stood in the bleak Wushan Temple, and asked him the whereabouts of Chu Wanning with red eyes.

Xue Meng said: "Mo Weiyu, look back..."

He thought that after he became the Immortal Emperor, Xue Meng and Mei Hanxue ambushed and assassinated him. In the blue sky, Mei Hanxue blocked his way. Xue Meng yelled angrily, his face was distorted and hideous, the machete pierced his chest, and the blood was soaring.

Xue Meng said: "Mo Weiyu, no one can save you, there is no room for you in this world!"

He thought of piles of hatred, angry, hot, dancing dragons and snakes.

He thought of the day when Chu Wanning died in this life, Xue Meng jumped up and roared and pressed him against the wall, his carotid artery suddenly burst out, howling like a trapped animal: "How can you say that he won't save you...how can you Say he won't save you!!"

Suddenly, with a flash of thought, a gleam of light seemed to light up in front of my eyes.

Perhaps it was Mo Ran who stood so stiffly for too long, long enough to remind him of the earliest, earliest, and vaguest memory.

He seems to have seen two teenagers, one very thin, shivering in panic, like an abandoned dog accustomed to being whipped, squatting uneasily in front of the small table in the disciple's room, squatting on the bench, with his little hands tightly clenched, protecting his body. The knee, motionless, was himself.

There is also a boy with a face like snow jade, handsome and cute, like a small pheasant with bright wings and a proud and dazzling pheasant. He is standing with a beautiful machete on his waist. Eyes stared at him unblinkingly.

"My mother asked me to come and see you." The young man Xue Meng snorted, "I heard that you are my cousin?... You look really shabby."

Mo Ran didn't make a sound, lowered his head, and was not used to being stared at his appearance like this.

Xue Meng asked: "Hey, what's your name? Mo...that Mo...what? Tell me, I don't remember."

"..."

"I'm asking you something, why don't you say anything?"

"..."

"Are you dumb?!"

After three times, the young man Xue Meng laughed angrily: "Everyone says you are my cousin. Seeing that you are submissive and thin, you run away when the wind blows. How can I have such a shameful brother? What a joke."

Mo Ran lowered his head and refused to talk to him more and more.

So silent, suddenly a touch of bright red broke into his eyes, and the person who handed him the bright red was too rough, almost poking the tip of his nose, Mo Ran stayed for a while, only to realize that it was a bunch of candied haws.

"For you."

Xue Meng said.

"I can't eat anyway."

He brought a box of snacks, casually still on the table, with a charity-like attitude, but Mo Ran stared blankly, only thinking that he was very rich and generous, no one had ever been willing to give him so many things before, even kneeling I didn't ask for anything.

"Here……"

"What?" Xue Meng frowned, "What am I, what are you going to say?"

"This bunch, can I eat all of it?"

"what?"

"Actually, just one is enough... If you can't eat it, I will..."

"Are you sick? Are you a dog? Eat other people's leftovers?" Xue Meng's eyes widened, and he said incredulously, "Of course it's all yours! This whole string, this whole box, is yours." !"

The lacquered wood snack box is exquisitely crafted, with golden powder painted cranes and auspicious clouds on it, which is an atmosphere that Mo Ran has never seen before.

He didn't dare to reach out, but his black eyes kept staring at the box, Xue Meng was a little hairy, so he simply raised his hand to open the snack box for him, the rich aroma of milk, fruit, and bean paste mixed together, three horizontal and three vertical , a total of nine pieces, some are golden and crisp, some are pink and soft, and some have crystal clear leather that can be broken by blowing bombs, and you can faintly see the soft red bean paste inside.

The young Xue Meng didn't even look at it, and pushed the whole box of snacks in front of him, and said impatiently: "Eat it quickly, if it's not enough, I still have some, I can't finish it at all, just give it to you. "

This young man's attitude was bad, his tone was also very bad, his black and white round pupils were rolled up, his nostrils were upturned, and he looked down on people's virtue.

But the dessert fruit handed to him was sweet and soft.

After two lifetimes of bitterness and blood, that little bit of distant sweetness seemed to return to the tip of the tongue.Mo Ran looked at Xue Meng's drunken face under the moonlight, Xue Meng squinted his eyes and looked at him. After a while, Xue Meng smiled, drunk, and didn't know what he was laughing at.

He let go of the pillar he was holding, and seemed to want to pat Mo Ran's shoulders, but his steps were unsteady, he staggered, and fell into Mo Ran's arms.

"Um...brother..."

Mo Ran stared blankly, then slowly lowered his eyes, patted Xue Meng's back lightly, the night wind blew, his broken hair covered half of his handsome face, no one knew what Mo Ran's expression was like, After a long time, Xue Meng, who was too poor to drink, fell asleep in his arms. At this time, Mo Ran said hoarsely——

"Xue Meng, I'm sorry, I don't deserve to be your brother..."

The author has something to say:

Small Theater "It's a True Thing"

Today I received a cake from a friend, and she asked someone to write "Chu Wanning is the most handsome" on the cake.

I felt very unhappy, so I seriously warned her that the most handsome person in the whole text is Gou Gong, and I will not accept rebuttals.

She said to me: "Do I want to write that Er Gouzi is the most handsome?"

I:"……"

She: "Or is it the most handsome to write Mo Ran?"

Me: "Is there anything wrong?"

She: "Come on, I haven't seen such a male pig's foot name like Jacksu since elementary school. It's like the male pig's foot in the novel when the starting point was just established. I don't want to tell the clerk, it's shameful."

……Pooh.

I just discussed with her, and with her approval, I will expose her former name:

Strong hair. (Gender: Female)

It wasn't until junior high school that I changed it.

So what right does she have to complain about Gouzi's name! ! !