The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chu night Ning squinted his eyes, did not salty and looked at the ink, and said: "Look for you."

"... ah? Who can look for me at this time?" At this time, there was only Chu Yuning in the eyes, and the people in the village and the village said what they had done, and they had forgotten the country.

"Singing in the day." Chu night Ning wrote down, "It is best to see the girl in the village."

"Is it... How do I feel that the girls in this village are almost the same..."

Chu Xiaoning listened to him saying that he didn’t speak first, then he said: "When did you see you for five years, when did you marry?"

"..."

Chu Xiaoning’s tone was dull, but the ink burned his eyes for an instant, but he saw a smile on his eyes. He seemed to have a leisure time and joked with him. The ink burned and could not help but be overwhelmed.

The girl named Linger, holding a cloth bag with white flowers and white flowers, screamed at the room where the ink burned: "Mo Xianjun, ink-"

"I am here." Suddenly behind the man's low voice, Linger turned back and saw the ink burned open half of the curtain, leaning against the door and smiling at her. "Girl is so late, what is it?"

Linger was first scared, and then a joy, immediately greeted: "Fortunately, Xianjun has not slept, this is for you, I asked Sanchai to come, I told you at noon. You... you take it Look at it," she said, and handed him the cloth bag in his arms.

The ink burned open and there were three small clay pots inside.

"this is?"

"Herbal cream." Linger said enthusiastically, smiling and pointing to his cheek, "At noon in the field, you said you were bitten by mosquitoes..."

"Ah." The smoldering of this light suddenly realized, and then there was some embarrassment. He slammed the reason, the girl actually believed innocently, and really sent him a herbal cream, which made him a little shame.

The villagers in Yuliang Village are too simple...

"But the bite should not be bad." Linger suddenly picked up his toes and carefully looked at the burning face, and the smile was even more brilliant. "You can't find a mosquito block."

The ink burns and coughs: "After all, it is the person who cultivated the fairy..."

Linger smiled and said: "You guys are really interesting, especially fun. If I have talent, I also want to cultivate immortals, but unfortunately Fufu has no fate."

The two talked a few more words, and the ink burned thanked her and took the herbal cream back into the house. Chu Yuening has changed his position, sitting at the table, idling over the books left by the ink, and he looked up at him when he heard the movement.

“Herbal cream.” The ink burns.

Chu nightning said: "You are really bitten by mosquitoes? Come over me."

The color of the ink-burning face under the light is like honey, slightly deeper, but the eyebrows are more and more radiant. Chu nighting stares for a while and asks: "...package? Where?"

The ink burned and embarrassedly scratched the head: "The skin is thick, it has already disappeared." He said, putting three cans of cool herbal cream on the table of the night, "I don't need these, I respect you." Keep it, you are more likely to get rid of mosquito bites."

Chu night Ning did not set it, but said: "It is a golden sore medicine and a herbal cream. It is better to open a medicine shop than to go."

The ink burned on the nose of Ying Ting, and the smile was very subtle and very straight. Chu Xiaoning looked at it and reached out and poked his forehead and said, "Not too early, go back to your room to sleep."

"Well, Master is a good dream."

"Good dreams."

However, that night, the small yard that could be walked in ten steps, the two people lying in the old haystacks were different from each other's wishes. None of them fell asleep, they were tossing and turning, and it was difficult to sleep.

Chu nightning naturally does not need to say more, he feels that his feet are now numb, can feel the smoldering of the fingertips, grinding himself.

The ink-burning thoughts are much more complicated. He flipped over and over, his head was in the corner of his arms, and he kept clasping the bedboards. He repeatedly recited his heart: Master is a god, a fairy, no fire, no matter what happened in the past. In this life, you must never be confused again. You must not bully others. You must not mess around...

Not to mention the teacher.

Yeah, you should think more about your teacher--teacher...

Suddenly I feel even more uncomfortable.

In fact, since returning to the death and death, and seeing the teacher again, he has always felt that he does not seem to have much enthusiasm for the teacher.

Like a teacher and a protector, it seems to have become a habit without thinking. He is doing this all the time, but then?

Facing the teacher who was five years ago, she was gracious, but facing the handsome and beautiful man five years later, the ink burned her heart and grew a little stranger.

This stranger made him feel at a loss, and suddenly he did not know what happened to him. What should he do?

The next day, Chu night was a big early morning.

When I walked outside, it happened that the ink burned and the curtain came out. The two touched each other.

Ink burning: "Master is early."

"Early." Chu nighting looked at him, "... didn't sleep well?"

The ink burned and smiled: "The bed is not used to it, it doesn't matter, it will be fine for a while at noon."

They went to the field together, the morning wind filled with the sweetness of the vegetation, the four fields were empty, and occasionally they could hear three or two frogs and autumn crickets.

Chu night Ning lazily yawned, suddenly saw what he saw, could not help but laugh.

"Ink burning."

"Ok?"

One hand reached over and licked the smoldering hair. Chu nighting licked a straw from his hair and smiled faintly: "You shouldn't keep rolling in bed? Get it on your head." There are."

Mo-burning just wanted to defend, and suddenly saw a small section on the side of the night, and he couldn’t help but laugh: "The master is also rolling."

Said to help Chu late Ning pick up the golden grass stem.

As the sun rises, the masters and the masters look at each other in the golden glory that is overwhelming. It is still a slight head down, a slightly raised face.

Only five years ago, it was Chu Xinning who looked down, and the one who looked up was ink burning. Nowadays, the time is wrong, and the ink rain is no longer a teenager. At this moment, the time seems to be finally willing to settle down. In the gentle morning light, the smoldering suddenly couldn’t help but jump into the field, open his arms and smile at the people on the ridge: "Master, you come down, I will follow you."

"..." Chu night Ning took advantage of the ridge that was only half a person tall and said, "Are you sick?"

"Ha ha ha."

He took off his shoes and socks, and he jumped lightly into the paddy field. The water rippled and the feet were slightly cold. Chu night was wide-sleeved and swung, and he took a large piece of rice field into his own category: "These are mine." The rice that was cut yesterday is not as good as you. Today, I will let you admit defeat."

The arms that were burnt out were lifted up, scratching their heads, and the corners of their mouths rolled up, and a particularly nice smile rolled off his cheeks.

"Well, if I lose, I will make a lot of lotus cakes for the Master, a lot of crab lion heads."

Chu night Ningdao: "Add a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar."

"Well! If the teacher lost," the ink-filled eyes reflected the faint water, like the stars, "What about?"

Chu night Ning coldly slanted him: "How are you going?"

The ink burned for a long time, and then said: "If the master loses, I have to eat a lot of lotus cakes that I have made, many crab lion heads."

After a pause, the gentler remnant fell in the breeze.

“Add a lot of sweet-scented osmanthus sugar.”

Regardless of winning or losing, I want to change the pattern to treat you.

Chu, Ning, cut rice, once again, he was a mature person. He was a person who refused to admit defeat. Yesterday, people laughed, but today they can't teach people to look down. He sighed in his heart and bury his head in the work of Shasha. By noon, the cut rice was much more burned than the ink.

Sitting in the mulberry tree, he was a little proud. Although he didn't say anything on his face, his face couldn't be seen, but a pair of scorpions always looked at the dam and saw the rice that he had beaten, and the high base became a golden mountain.

"Linger, go to Xianjun to add another bowl of rice."

Everyone sat around a group, and the aunt saw the ink burning fast. After a while, the bowl saw the bottom and said busy.

The ink burned the tableware, and it was very anxious. He smiled and said: "No, I am full, I have something to do. I have to go out of the village first, come back later, you should eat first."

Linger was surprised, and it suddenly showed some anxiety: "Is Xianjun eating this? But the food is not your taste? If you don't like it... I don't want to... I will do it for you alone..."

"No, no, it tastes good." The natural burning of the ink is not to show the heart of the girl's family, and smiled and waved his hand, striding in the direction of the horse.

Chu night Ning asked him: "Where are you going?"

The ink side is half-faced and laughing: "Go buy something and come back soon."

"Xianjun-"

"Forget it, let him go." Chu night Ning clipped a piece of fried tofu, said faintly.

Although these two immortals are coming together, whoever has a high status, who has a low status, who speaks more weight, and a discerning person are all embarrassed, not to mention the fact that the night of Ningtian’s growth is a bit cold, since he When the opening was over, the villagers would not be able to ask more questions and burned away by ink.

After using the rice, everyone is in groups of three or five, either chewing on the leaves in the ground, or squinting and basking in the sun, the peasant woman gathers a piece of woven warm clothing, the children are riding on the bamboo horse, playing a thin, not thin A few domestic cats sniffed on the ground with anticipation, the pink nose tipped and swayed, and it wanted to find some food for the belly in the cold.

Chu Xiaoning holds the hot tea, rests on a valley, and sees that the cat is so small that he is beckoning and wants to give it something to eat. Unfortunately, it is very alert to the stranger, see Chu Late Ning raised his hand and thought it was to fight it, and he screamed away.

Chu nightning: "..."

Does he grow so fierce? Cats are not waiting to see?

I was thinking about it, and I heard the sound of the copper jingle. Linger also happily held a cup of tea and sat next to Chu.

Chu night Ning turned to look at her, not much expression.

This girl is very pretty. What is even more rare is that she is not thin and she is a full-fledged woman who is rare in the backcountry. She also knows how to dress herself. She has no money to buy the accessories. She has picked up some pieces of copper and iron pieces and washed them. It is ground into a gentle ring, stringed on the clothes, and walks up and jingles. There is a brilliant light in the sun.

"Xianjun." She shouted at him, sounding like a ripe berries.

Chu night Ningdao: "What?" The sound is like a cold smoke.

Linger gave a slight glimpse of his inhumanity, but immediately decorated the Taiping, laughing: "Nothing, see Xianjun sitting alone boring, want to come to accompany Xianjun to talk."

"..."

Chu nightning does not think that he has an amiable face, the cat is probably the best evidence. But after all, people and cats are different. Cats don't count, but people may not have pictures.

Sure enough, Linger and he did not grieve after saying a bunch of some did not seem to be casually asked: "Xianjun, you are alive and dead... What kind of person should you accept as a disciple? You Look at me like this... can you?"

Chu night Ningdao: "Hands stick out."

"Ah..." She widened her eyes and then she was excited to do so. Chu Xiaoning put her fingertips lightly on her veins and then withdrew after half a mile. She said, "No."

Linger’s face suddenly turned red: “Yes, is there no Huigen?”

"I let you reach out, you know that I want to test your spiritual core, then you should have asked others before." Chu said, "The girl is shallow and shallow, I am afraid that I will not be able to build it in the year of my death." Base, empty in the mountains is only the time of gloom, or break this idea as well."

Linger didn't talk, and looked down, it was a lost appearance. After a while, I shook my lips and whispered: "Thank you for your guidance."

"No thanks."

She walked silently, and Chu Ning looked at her back, and her mood was a bit complicated. For many people in the lower cult, they will be more eager to get into the fairy door than the people in the upper cult, because the cultivator is only for the people of the upper cult, just for the ancestors of Guangzong, to make a good name.

But for those who are in the lower world, sometimes it means saving lives.

Chu nightning relied on the heap of grain and drank a cup of tea. Now the weather has turned cold, and it has not been drunk for a while, and the tea has become cold. He drank three or two, closed his eyes and thought about it for a while, but he slept too late last night, and today he was busy for a morning. This sleep became a deep sleep, and most of the time passed.

When he woke up again, the sky was already bloody, and the frogs on the treetops were mocking, and there were only neat rice stalks and falling grain between the ridges.

Chu night Ning was shocked and suddenly widened his eyes.

He actually fell to the dusk by the pile of grain, about because of his identity, and the farmers did not have the good intention to wake him up, not only because he was sleeping, but also because he was afraid of him catching cold and putting clothes on him. .

"..."

clothes……

Chu Xiaoning wanted to sit up, but the tip of his nose suddenly came with a familiar taste. He came back and looked down at the robes. The material was very thick, but the washing was clean and the needlework was lingering. The saponin is fragrant.

It is a burnt clothes.

I don’t know why, after I understood this, Chu’s action to sit up was abandoned. He relaxed his back and lay back. Half of his face was hidden under his robes, only a pair of clear eyes were exposed, slightly creased. I can't tell the unclear emotions.

It’s crazy.

He looked at the figure in the field with his soft eyelashes. He quickly found it. After all, the ink is so handsome and tall, and standing there will be very eye-catching.

The young man was helping the village chief to hold the cut rice into the cart. He was facing the night, and it was a little hot for a day. He and other farmers, both the robe and the top. Take off, bare and show a strong, honey-colored back.

In the hot sunset, his wide back snorted with heat, and the sweat slowly slid down the texture of the muscles, smashed into the waist, and reached the tight waistline...

Like a fiery iron, like the charcoal in the furnace, he burns all the tenderness and sweetness into a volatility of males and desires. Chu night is far away, and the eyes gradually fade away from all the other scenes, leaving only the person fresh. The fur, smooth as the cheetah's muscles, and half of the face that was crossed with the village chief's jokes, the pear vortex is blended, the eyes are good, and the handsome and charming.

Seems to feel the gaze behind, the ink burned back, Chu nightning quickly closed his eyes and sleep.

The heartbeat is as fast as a rain, and the ears are rumbling of blood.

After a while, he quietly opened a gap and looked down from the curtain of the eyelashes. The ink burned has turned around, and Linger walked over him from the ridge, his eyes shy, and handed him a handkerchief.

"Xianjun, wipe the sweat."

Mo-burning was carrying a straw to the car, and he said with a smile: "It’s too busy, wait a while."

Linger looked very happy, just stood next to him and looked at it from time to time. The ink burned the enthusiasm of the girl and said: "Thank you."

She is even more delighted. The tall and sturdy man around her exudes the masculine charm at his fingertips. She hears his breath, looks at his shoulders with a degree of relaxation, and involuntarily blushes, forgetting what men and women are for a moment. If you don’t kiss, you will slap the soft voice: "Xianjun, if your sweat is not rubbed again, you must go to your eyes."

The ink burned and said: "No hands, no hands."

"I am going to wipe it for you..." When she had not finished speaking, she felt a chill behind her.

When Chu Jingning did not know when he had arrived behind them, his shoulders were still covered with black and thick black robes, and his eyes were stunned with some suffocating suffocation. He said: "Ink burns."

"Ah?" The person who was still not available immediately put down the rice and turned his nose to look back. He smiled when he saw the night of Chu’s late arrival. "Master is finally awake."

Chu night Ning looked up and down him: "Is it cold?"

The ink burned and said: "Hot."

His voice just fell, and the sweatdrops between the black eyebrows smashed down, and when he was indifferent, he reached into his eyes. He screamed and raised one eye, and the other eye was bright and persistent. Looking at the late night of Chu. Of course, he was embarrassed to ask a girl to borrow a handkerchief, so he would rathernight: "Master, my eyes..."

"My handkerchief is washed."

"..."

Linger was busy saying: "That used me -"

Chu Xiaoning did not pay attention to her and went straight ahead. He looked faint, but he bullied his head and raised his plain sleeves, clutching his cuffs, and finely rubbing his eyes.

The author has something to say: Today, I found that the collection of the pre-collected pits is higher than the romance. Although it is only three hahaha, thank you for collecting the cute ones in advance~ In fact, I don’t even have a copy of myself. The specific idea... Everyday I spend the only IQ thinking about the story of the dog and the master, and I am worried 2333333

The bib has a "writing pen for the front" wife's animation master respect ~ ~ Master is very good to see 咩 ~ or gif, grateful! Master does not cry, can't help but feel bad QAQ wants to give the master a hug and touch the kiss, and then beat the dog a meal~ listen to the wife said, after reading, immediately picked up a cat, although not white , but looked at the picture, I feel so cute~ Crabs and crabs~

"A pear is white and white" Mrs.'s master's umbrella full version ~ good-looking ~ ~ very suitable, snow and red, the Spring Festival is coming, Shi Zun replaced the red cape that was written before, then is it ready? Make the food that he will only make "hands-on", hahahaha~ Crabs and crabs are too embarrassing, give you more than heart, what?

"Dotsaya" Mrs. Shuangye Jun's Ningning Cat Comic Little Theater ~~ Meng Cried! ! ! Meng's face is bloody! ! ! Every time I look at my wife's four grids, I can make a heart-throwing pounce, but my wife hasn't finished painting~ Wait until the wife has finished painting. I put my collar on it. If I want to see it earlier, I can poke my wife's happy connection, called "Shuangyejun". ~ Crabs and crabs~

Small theater "What does love mean?"

Master: Do not know.

Xue Meng: praise me, praise me in death, is love.

Teacher: Hey, I think that I am not a black-hearted one or a love.

Mei Hanxue: Can help me win the male number one, that is, love.

Nangong Temple: The gift only accepts Naobai Platinum. The dog who loves me is to love me.

Ye Forgiveness: ... can you like me, more than like a dog?

Dog 1.0: (biting the pen)... Hey, who has the standard answer, copy it by this seat.

Dog 2.0: I think I will soon break through the answer to this question.

Dog 0.5: ... (Impatient) What is this ghost problem? - "What do you mean by that?" Do not understand, what ghosts, take away, and roll.

Liu Gonggong: (small voice) His Majesty, this "love", do not read "acceptance."