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Master is not a vixen

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

    Mo Ran once thought that he was ignorant of his teacher, but later 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 dark and down and out.

    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, looking at it with his arms folded for a long time, and 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, without seeing any movement, Xue Meng began to feel like an idiot¡ª¡ª

    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 distinctive features, he boils eight-treasure tea on the stove, and 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?"

    When Xue Meng thought about it, it seemed to be true.

    Mo Ran should be the same as himself, just caring about his master. After all, after the First World War, Mo Ran gradually changed. Now that many years have passed, he is quite different from the young man who was so penny-pinching.  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, are you still running?"

    "What do you think?"

    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: "Yeah."

    Xue Meng squinted his eyes, looked at the wind chime at the corner of the pavilion again, and said: "It's very good, when??look at you.  "The young man Xue Meng snorted, "I heard that you are my cousin?"  Looks 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? Mothat Mowhat? 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: "They say you are my cousin, but you are submissive, thin and thin, and run away as soon as 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.

    Just like this in silence, suddenly a bright red burst into his eyes, the person who handed him the bright red was too rough, almost poked 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 are you talking about, what are you going to say?"

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

    "ah?"

    "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 exquisite in workmanship, and there are cranes and auspicious clouds painted with gold powder 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, impatiently said: "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 little boy's attitude is bad, his tone is also very bad, his black and white round pupils are turned up, his nostrils are upturned, and he looks 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 distant sweetness seems to have returned to the tip of the tongue like this.  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 shoulder, but his steps were unsteady, and he stumbled and fell into Mo Ran's arms.

    "Hmmbrother"

    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¡ª¡ª

    "Xue Meng, I'm sorry, I don't deserve to be your brother" (Remember this site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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