Chapter 181: Master's memory
On the second morning of the confession, Chu Xiaoning woke up very early.
But he didn't get up, because he quietly looked out from the curtain and found that the ink was still asleep, simply paving, next to the bed.
Seen through the curtain is not so real, Chu night Ning pressed for a moment, did not press it, he reached out and wanted to open a little curtain, but the hand did not touch Luo, it was replaced by a finger, with fingertips, Just open a little bit.
It seems that as long as it is a little bit, it is not a sneak peek.
The clear shovel came in from the window paper, and the red enamel had a golden glow, and was cut into a long and narrow silhouette, shining on a handsome face.
Chu nightning has not seen his sleeping face for a long time, he is quietly groaning, very careful, gazing for a long time.
It was so long that he couldn't help but think of the year when Mo Zheng was brought back to death by Xue Zhengyi. Some awkward teenagers can burst into flames when they are happy. If they are okay, they will stick to themselves, say something, and worship themselves as a teacher.
I can’t catch up.
When I saw the Tongtian Tower, Chu Xiening insisted on not accepting the disciples, because it was ridiculous and untrustworthy to think that "he is the gentlest, I like it most."
To this end, he dried the ink for fourteen days.
Hearing people said that in order to find a way to enter under his door, Mo Weiyu asked Mr. Xue Zhengyi, Mrs. Wang Mingjing, including Xue Ziming.
In the end, I don’t know who gave him the bad idea, let him learn the snow, and stand outside the red lotus. In the morning, when I went out, I asked Ann, and asked the teacher to go back. At night, I went back to Nanjing, and continued to ask Ann, and asked the teacher to be so stormy, and dripping water could also wear stone.
Chu Evening’s reaction to this action is: Oh.
Turn a blind eye and leave.
He does not like others to chase fiercely like this. He, a person who has a weak feeling, is only willing to cope with those emotions that are equally peaceful and meager.
I don't know if it was caused by the environment in which I was young. The teenager is very good at observing the color. He feels the coldness of Chu Yuning. He only stalked for two days, and he did not chase after the late night. .
However, he still came to Honglian Water Margin every day. For the night, the night leaves in front of the courtyard were cleaned up. When he saw the night, he bounced his broom and scratched his head. He smiled: "Yuheng Elder ""
I don’t say that I’m getting up early in the morning, and I don’t ask for a good time.
Just a simple sentence, Yu Heng elders, and then just laugh.
Chu late rather did not look at him, and he left himself without hesitation. He was behind him, sweeping the leaves.
In this way, after ten days of peace and quiet, one morning, about because the lotus flower of the red lotus water bloomed more than ten times overnight, the fragrance was so full, so that the late night was very good.
He shouted out and saw the winding and winding mountain trails. The young boy burned his head down, concentrated on the level, sweeping the leaves, and a leaf was stuck in the stone crack, which was especially difficult to clean. He leaned over and picked it up, ready to throw it into the grass.
When he looked up, he found that Chu Ningning stood in front of the mountain gate. He snorted and then grinned. The half-sleeve arm was exposed outside. He held the dead leaves that had not been thrown away. Waved -
"Yuheng elders."
The sound is very clear, with fresh fruit sweet and clear, but it does not seem to ring, but it seems to reverberate between the peaks and peaks. A cloud of white clouds flows away, the sun is pouring down from the clouds, wearing the forest through the leaves, the bamboo forest is windy, Sorrow Xiaoxiao.
Chu night Ningyuan stood for a while, Huanren was suddenly amber in the dazzling morning light, he narrowed his eyes, and instantly felt that the dead leaves in the juvenile hands did not seem so dead, and became smiling with that. The people are generally gorgeous and dazzling.
He walked down the stone steps quietly.
Ink burning has long been accustomed to his coldness, and does not care, just as usual, consciously set aside, waiting for Chu night to pass.
On that day, Chu Yuning stepped down from the first step and walked past him as usual.
Then, suddenly, slightly sideways, looking back at the teenager, the sound is as clear as a spring, quiet as a lake.
He said: "Thank you."
The ink burned for a moment, and then the eyes lit up, and he waved his hand and said, "No, no, it is what the disciples should do."
Chu night Ning said: "...I did not intend to accept you as an apprentice."
But the tone of voice is no longer determined than at the beginning.
After he finished speaking, he turned and continued to move forward. At the end, he did not know why. He felt that he couldn’t bear it, and looked back at it.
As a result, I saw that the teenager did not feel the heart blocked. He jumped a few steps in excitement with the broom. The young face was full of vitality and exudes endless light and heat.
... It turns out that this guy didn't care about the latter half of the sentence. He only heard a thank you, is it happy to be like this?
It’s been a few days since the day, and one day it’s raining.
The rain is not too big, and Chu Ning has always been a person who is too lazy to take an umbrella and is rare to open an enchantment. It is estimated that it is only a time to go to the good and evil, but it doesn’t matter if it is wet. Just fine.
He pushed the door out.
The ink is still burning.
However, he was not sweeping the floor today. The broom was put aside by him. He held a paper umbrella and squatted on the ground. He was facing away from the night, and he was concentrating on something, and his shoulders shook slightly. He is short, squatting is smaller, the umbrella is big, or it is dark brown. It is very funny to go up, like a mushroom in a spring rain.
Chu nightning endured a faint smile, walked behind him, coughed and asked: "What are you doing?"
"Ah." The boy was shocked. He turned his head and looked up at him.
The first sentence is "Elders of Yuheng."
I haven't waited for the late night, but he widened his eyes and said the second sentence: "Why didn't you have an umbrella?"
Before he answered the answer, he stood up, picked up his toes, tried to raise the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and said the third sentence: "This is for you."
But he was still too short, and the steps were lower than that of Chu, and it was very hard. The umbrella barely covered the top of Chu’s night, but the strength was not stable, the wind was blowing, the hand was not taken. Live, the umbrella is tilted instantly, and a string of water beads fall into the neckline of Chu’s neck and flow along the neck.
So, I haven’t waited for the sound of Chu’s late night, and the ink burned and said in a hurry: “I’m sorry, sorry!”
Chu nightning: "........."
When the ink burns the first sentence, he can answer "Yeah."
When the second sentence of the ink burns, he can answer "No."
When the third sentence of ink burns, he can answer "You keep it yourself."
But the ink burned the fourth sentence. I was sorry for the sound of the sound. I was so speechless, and I was stunned. I couldn’t see whether the look was faint or gloomy. In the end, I just sighed and took the ink. The umbrella in the hand was just right, hitting the top of the two.
He lifted his eyelids and looked at the ink, thought for a moment, and then circumvented the original sentence.
"what are you doing?"
"Rescue."
Chu nightning thought that he had got it wrong, frowned and asked, "What?"
The ink burned and laughed, the dimple was deep, very cute, and he scratched his head in a stunned manner, screaming: "Save, save."
Chu Xiaoning lowered his eyes, his eyes fell on the hand that was smoldering in the ink, and the palm of his hand held a branch, and the drips of the water fell to the ground. It should have been picked up from the ground. Looking further ahead, there was a stupid cockroach lying on the stone steps, slowly squirming.
"When the rain stops, these cockroaches that run out of the mud should be dried up." The ink burns a little embarrassed. "So I want to get them back into the grass."
Chu night Ning faintly asked: "With branches?"
"……Ok."
When I saw that the color was cold, the ink burned about worrying that the elders of Yuheng looked down, and they hurriedly said: "I, I am not afraid of the hand, that is, when I was a child, I told you that I can’t catch it with my hands. Rotten meat..."
Chu night Ning shook his head: "I am not talking about this."
He said, he raised his hand slightly, his fingertips were volleyed, and he saw a soft golden willow branch from the gap of the long stone of the bluestone. The willow wrapped around the dragonfly lying in the waterhole, holding it. Put it back in the nearby haystack. The ink burned wide eyes and was very surprised: "What is this?"
"Day to ask."
"What is the day?"
Chu night Ning gave him a look and said: "It is my weapon."
The smoldering is even more amazed: "The elder's weapon... so...so..."
"So small?" Chu nightning said the exit for him.
Ink burning: "Hey."
Chu night, a sleeve, looks indifferent: "It naturally has a fierce time."
"Then, can I see?"
"It's best not to see you forever."
At that time, the ink burned did not understand the meaning of this sentence. He turned his head and looked at the slits in the cracks of the stone steps, and the cockroaches that were soaked in the rain all rolled up. , sent back to the moist soil, gradually revealing the look of envy.
Chu night Ning suddenly asked: "Want to learn?"
The ink burned, and then slammed his eyes wide open, wondering what to say, and finally nodded, and a handsome little face rose red.
Chu night Ningdao: "After the morning repair, go to the bamboo forest behind the good and evil platform, I am waiting for you there."
When he finished, the white silk stalked on the wet stone steps, clinging to the oil-paper umbrella, and walking down the mountain. The ink burned his back with the wind and the wind, and after a long while, he suddenly reacted to the late night. The meaning of the words, the face rose reddish in an instant, the eyes are surprisingly bright.
He no longer cares for the wet tide on the ground, immediately degraded the dagger, and the tender voice is full of enthusiasm and joy.
"Yes, Master!"
"..." This time, Chu had never agreed, and did not stop it. He only stood in the same place for a while, and then continued to go far. The raindrops were knocked on the umbrella, bit by bit, just like a glimpse.
Until his back disappeared, the ink burned from the ground, and it was only then that he realized that his head had not opened a golden translucent barrier, flowing five-flowered flowers and covering him. Going to the fine wind and rain.
Chu Xiaoning remembered that when Xue Zhengyi learned of his decision, he was relieved and surprised. He asked him: "Yu Heng, how are you willing to accept him?"
At that time, he sat on the high seat of the good and evil platform, and he threw the oil-paper umbrella that was burned to him by his ink. The slender knuckles were worn out, and the stalks of the ancient shackles were honed. Finally, he said: "Convenient He saved the disaster."
Xue Zhengyi screamed, and the leopard looked round and sloppy.
"What to save?"
Chu Xiaoning did not answer any more, but just looking at the green bamboo umbrella bones, and gradually got a little smile.
In a blink of an eye, it has been so long.
The boy who was accepted as a disciple in the past, he was guilty at the beginning, and he followed the wrong path, but he was fortunate. In the end, the boy grew into a sinister prince who did not teach him disappointment.
A little white fingertips explored Luo Wei, and Chu Yuning was stunned from the tiny gaps.
The boy is now a handsome and tall man. The facial features are more profound than before, and the eyebrows are a steady and mature atmosphere.
Just like the original, when the ink burns asleep, the eyebrows will always squat slightly. This is how he beats the small ones. The two rows of eyelashes are very low, as if they are about to be lifted by the heavy heart.
Chu night Ning feels a little funny, and the heart of this person is young, where is it so much?
Just thinking about it, I suddenly saw the long eyelashes of the smoldering curls moving slightly, and the eyes slowly opened.
"..."
Chu’s fingers were suddenly stiff, and they wanted to take their hands back and sleep.
However, this person is very strange. He does not have the young people's temper, but instead some older people have some factions. In other words, he is sober.
And inexplicably, he seems to have a keen instinct for the subtle changes around the sleeping environment - as if he is in danger of assassination all the year round, moving one step at a time, like a thin ice.
Chu Xiaoning had not had time to pull the tip of his finger back from the gap in the account, and the sight of the ink burned had exactly fallen on the fingertip.
Chu nightning: "........."
It was related to the face and the reputation of the elders of Yu Heng. When the millennium was in the air, Chu’s movements turned over and the whole hand stretched out, and the whole hand stretched out on the bedside.
It seems that it wasn’t just stealing the curtains, but the sleeping person turned over and stretched his arms, inadvertently exploring the curtain.
Where can I think of the seriousness of the smoldering? I can think of this idea easily, and I was easily confused. I was afraid of awakening the night, so I got up lightly.
But did not go immediately, but caught the wrist of the night of the night, and carefully put it back between the bedding. After doing this, after a while, Chu nightning heard the sound of the threshold.
The ink burned out.
Chu nightning slightly stretched his eyes and looked at the skylight that came in through the door, and the **** who had been out for a long time.
Perhaps it is because he never expects to be with the ink burning, even the imagination has never been specifically imagined, so even after a night, at this time, he still feels that all this is like dreaming.
In the impression, the smoldering is clearly obscured by the teacher. In these years, he stood alone behind them and made everything clear.
Look at the smoldering on the teacher's clear smile, see the ink burning for the teacher to clean the face, see the smoldering secretly help the teacher to complete the delegation, hi-like look, I think no one knows.
In fact, these things are clear to Chu.
For this reason, he had been envious, had a bonfire, had a hard time, and had been unwilling.
I thought I had been relieved.
In fact, it is so easy to relieve, even if it is impossible to know, but also refused to look back at the neck, hard to scalp and do not want to leave.
In these years, Chu Evening himself has also asked himself whether it is worthwhile to wait for a fruitless wait, so whether or not the obsessive waiting is squatting. But since I have asked countless times, every time the answer is gone.
He was late to watch the ruthless people who were obsessed with men and women. The most unfortunate thing was that they couldn’t understand why they were so painful. They also forced to hold a relationship in their arms, and they were brutally wounded and refused to discard. He didn't understand that only when the blameless fire broke into his heart, he finally knew -
The friendship and affection in the world are sincere and true.
Can be put down, but it will never be abandoned.
For this reason, I don’t understand how much I am confused and hesitant about Chu’s true thoughts. He didn't understand what made the ink burned and was willing to take his eyes away from Shi Mingjing and turn to his slightly embarrassed face.
Um... because grateful?
Because?
Want to emulate the female ghosts to pay tribute to the demon, so I am willing to do it?
...Mom, it’s not going to be a confession with the teacher, and it’s rejected by the teacher...
Chu night Ning was stunned, and the brain was empty. For a time, the ghost girl, Tian Luo, and Chen Shimei, moved in love, and did not want to get angry. I finally got more and more angry, got up, and no one saw it, and smashed the ink last night. The ground is paved with two feet.