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[The Peak of Death and Life] The Grandmaster and the Emperor

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    He saw Mo Ran smiling at his mother when he was a child, and he saw Duan Yihan touching Mo Ran's head, saying: "Repay kindness, don't hold grudges."

    He saw Mo Ran holding a box of pastries that Xue Meng gave him, nibbling carefully, not wanting to waste any scraps.

    He saw Mo Ran standing in front of the wine shop in Wuchang Town, wearing a new student uniform, offering the broken silver in his pocket to the boss with both hands, and then smiled a little shyly and looked forward to it: "I want a pot of good pear blossoms  Bai, can you get a nice jug to serve it? I want to give it to my master to taste."

    All the memories emerged one after another.

    Those once in Mo Ran's heart, the warmest and clearest beautiful past - just like a revolving lantern, flashing in various colors.

    The Mo Ran in the picture is always laughing, from the childhood of hunger and cold, to the youthful years before the outbreak of the Eight Bitterness and Everlasting Hate.  But these memories are not many, the pure time that Mo Ran has had in his life is too little, and the days when he can indulge in laughter are few and far between.

    Chu Wanning looked at the piles that flashed by.

    Then, everything settled down.

    Because the souls of the two have been entangled for too long, so at this moment, he can clearly perceive that before the flower of eternal hatred is planted, Mo Ran actually likes himself so much, respects him, attaches to him, loves him, even though he doesn't like to laugh  , when teaching spells, even a little harsh.

    But I just like it, I feel familiar and warm.

    I feel that this cold master is actually a very good person in his bones.

    Mo Ran actually liked himat such an early time, he loved him warmly and innocently.

    The memory in front of me continued to flow, and Chu Wanning followed the memory of Mo Ran, and fell into a certain night with a bright moon and clear wind.  That night, a solitary lamp was on in the student room at the peak of death and life, and Mo Ran was sitting at the table, facing the open book, carefully sewing a white handkerchief in his hand.

    After sewing a few stitches, he pricked his fingertip clumsily, and the blood dripped and stained the cloth towel.

    Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, then looked very frustrated, and sighed: "It's so difficult."

    The white handkerchief was wrapped up and thrown aside.

    Take another new one and sew it again.

    The candles were kept on all night, and I lost countless pieces of handkerchiefs. Finally, my hands and feet became more flexible. Slowly, the light red petals bloomed, one petal, two petalsfive petals.

    Every petal is embroidered meticulously, and every petal is embroidered with sincerity.

    The young man clumsily sewed a pure white veil, stitch by stitch, and bloomed a perennial crabapple flower.

    He looked at Pajin with light in his eyes.

    The embroidering is finished, but it is actually very ugly. There are a lot of unevenness in the ground. At first glance, it is the work of a novice, but Mo Ran is overjoyed. He looks left and right excitedly, and throws the kerchief up again.  The soft handkerchief fell in mid-air and landed on his face.

    Cover his face.

    He laughed out loud under the kerchief, and after blowing, the corner of Haitang handkerchief lifted, revealing his gentle eyes underneath.  Looking forward to Liu Guang.

    "Give this to Master, he will definitely like it."

    What weighed heavily in his heart was warmth, the warmth that the Gu flowers planted later could not tolerate and had to be devoured.

    "From now on, every time you use a handkerchief, you will think of me."

    Mo Ran put the handkerchief in his arms, and thought about it countless times that Chu Wanning would praise him and look happy, but he felt that the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, and he couldn't restrain his happiness.  That night, he excitedly ran to Chu Wanning's dormitory and found the man who was standing by the pool watching the fish.

    "Master!"

    He ran over excitedly, his face full of brilliance.

    Chu WanNing looked back, a little surprised: "Why are you here?"

    "I, Ah Choo¡ª"

    Tian Han came out in too haste, without a cloak, the boy sneezed before he could speak.

    Chu Wanning said: "Why is it so urgent that you don't remember to put on a dress?"

    Mo Ran rubbed his nose and grinned: "I can't wait anymore, I have one thing, if I don't give it to Master, I won't be able to sleep."

    "what?"

    "Replenishment of Master's Appreciation Ceremony." As he said, he carefully groped for the folded handkerchief out of his arms, and when it came time to present the gift, he suddenly felt timid and blushed: "Actuallyit's not worth it."  A few bucks. No, not very good."

    After thinking about it, he simply hid the handkerchief behind his body again, and ground his toes on the ground uneasily.

    Chu WanNing: ""

    "What did you buy?"

    The roots of the boy's ears turned red.Blessing is still a mirror image.

    If he went back to the woodshed when he was young, when he and Duan Yihan were the only ones who lived together, and he was afraid that by accident, he would never meet Chu Wanning again, and this happiness would be a pity.

    Looking back on the past, he couldn't find a node in those two lives that he could really start over from the beginning with peace of mind. He couldn't find a truly carefree, well-fed and well-fed life, even for one day.

    In his two lives, for more than forty years, he has not had a single night of peace.

    Mu Yan's dagger is still buried deep in the flesh and blood, acting on behalf of the sky.

    He knew that his sinful and dirty soul was unforgivable, and the judgment would always come.

    But at this moment, he suddenly felt a little sour.

    He wants a mother, a master, a younger brother, uncles and aunts, and he wants a home.

    However, maybe he is too greedy, wanting so much.

    So in the end, he has nothing.

    His known happiness and vested tenderness are all fake in the end, and he can't fight the water in the basket or the sand in his palm.

    He tried everything to make up for it, but got nothing.

    He is beside the long river of life, holding his small, wet basket, he squats down, the basket is empty, he stares blankly at the rushing tide of the river, and the dead are like this.

    In fact, from the very beginning, he only had this little broken basket, and he held it.

    A dream destined to be shattered.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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