The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

He quickly went back and returned. In addition to his own bowl full of rice, he also took a food box and sat next to Chu.

Chu Xiaoning had some accidents and hesitated: "You... don't you go to the table?"

I burned a sigh: "Why should I go to that table?"

Listening to him saying that Chu is rather happy in his heart, he covets and coughs: "I thought the dishes over there would suit your taste."

The ink burned his eartips reddish, and suddenly realized that Chu Xiening would not be jealous, right? His heart swayed, and Yan smiled, whispering in his ear: "Where are you, where is the taste."

Chu nightning this time the whole ear is red.

He had his knees on his knees, and he felt sensitive and wanted to move away. The ink burned but did not want to, through the cover of the table, touched the legs of Chu Yuning.

"you--!"

This sound caught the attention of others: "What happened to Xianjun?"

Chu nightning knows his words and insists on calming and saying: "Nothing."

The ink burned and laughed. He thought that Chu Ning was really interesting.

In fact, he did not want to do anything ridiculous and lascivious. After all, this is a matter of killing the enemy five hundred and ruining himself. He just did not want to be so far away from him.

So he took advantage of Chu’s legs and took him back in a naive way, asking him to lean on himself.

Chu nightning moved away again, and he came back again.

In the end, Chu Ning couldn’t stand it anymore. He smashed him under the table, but he finally stopped.

The ink burned and laughed.

Chu night Ning said: "You are a sick person."

Two people have dinner.

The ink burned first looked at the night bowl of the Chu, and it was only a few simple vegetables, a piece of tofu, and the cage soup had already rushed to eat the other unfamiliar children on the table.

The ink burned and handed him the bamboo snack box.

"what?"

Ink burning small channel: "Small cage, six crab yellow, six shrimp, I am dedicated to you... Hey, don't make a sound, eat it soon, I know you went to the table, never grab someone else."

"..."

On a table, I was eating a small stove. This is too obvious. Chu Xiaoning felt a little shameful and unwilling to move. But when I saw the dark eyes of the ink, I looked at myself seriously and sincerely, and I still had some flour crumbs on my cheeks. If I refused, I couldn’t say anything.

What's more, the one that is specifically for you, it sounds very exciting.

Chu nightning did not speak, after a while, silently opened the food box, and then erected the bamboo box lid, where there was no silver and three hundred places to eat the delicious crab meat cage, the thick hot soup was blown The bullets are broken and the heart is warm.

"Is it delicious?" The man looked at him with hope, and he hoped to receive a look of appreciation.

Chu nighting bites and bites the chopsticks and says, "Not bad, you also taste one."

"I don't eat it, it's for you." The ink burned, and the black eyes were light and hot. "You like it, take a shrimp look?"

The man has no worries, and the flour on the cheeks is lined with a pair of black eyes, which makes people feel pitiful and cute.

Although Chu Evening still has some choices that are ignorant of ink burning, he does not understand why he would turn away from his teacher and turn to himself. But at this moment, the burning eyes are too pure and too determined, and no more is allowed. Let anyone who is stared at him feel at ease.

After dinner, the village chief invited everyone to go to the ancestral hall to watch the play. The stage was set up on the riverside. The gongs rang, Hu Qin plucked, and the table was born, the horns, the raw horns, the painted faces, the ugly corners, and debuted to the lively place. The dance, the face is shocked, the corner handcuffs go to the golden fire lock, the mouth contains the rosin nozzle, and the head drums screaming with anger and a spray, the fire is burning, the face of the bead is shining, and the audience is cheering. Cheer.

This kind of trick is not to be seen in the late Qing Dynasty. First, because the mortal drama is too boring, he can see through the mystery at a glance, and he loses a lot of fun and excitement. Second, because the people watching the movie are shoulder-to-shoulder, the scene is lively. Extraordinary, so that he has no blessings.

He was not interested, and the teacher did not have any interest. Both of them planned to leave. They did not speak, walked beside them, and finally looked back at the stage.

The teacher said gentlely: "Go, go back too late, and the Lord should be worried."

"Ok."

There is not much speech in the ink, and I keep up. However, after a few steps, I heard that Chu Xi Ning faintly asked: "Do you want to see?"

"It’s very interesting to play Wang Hao and Shi Chong Dou Fu."

He didn't say that he wanted to see it, and he didn't say he didn't want to see it, but Chu Xiaoning quietly listened to him saying this, and said: "Let's go back and watch it."

The teacher said: "Master, staying for dinner has delayed the delivery of the appointment, if you stay to see the show..."

Chu night Ningdao: "Look at this, go and read."

The teacher was very gentle and smiled and said, "Okay, listen to the teacher."

The three then returned to the stage and squeezed into the crowd that was buzzing. Many of Linyi’s people who had been away from the country had never been to Sichuan and Sichuan. They did not pass through the Sichuan opera. They were stunned by the flying sleeves and the sullen face. The little children could not see the table, and some were held by the adults. On the neck, some climbed onto the table and looked at them with their feet.

"Wang gave me the coral eucalyptus tree, the glory of Huaguang -"

On the stage, "Wang Hao" and "Shi Chong" squatted and climbed the rich and glory, blushing their necks and pressing the other side down.

"Fifty miles of purple silk shop back, who can be?"

"Good! Hahaha, come again!"

Everyone in the movie was full of light, and the children stuffed their cakes in their mouths, freeing their hands and slap the slap with the adults.

This is not a martial arts practice. No one is stupid enough to sit and watch a movie. It is a cold and cold scent of jasmine tea. The waiter pinches his back, the niece palms, and the air-conditioning under the stage forces the singers on the stage to sing. The taste is sorrowful, and a tyrant, Bie Ge, sounds like Wang Ba.

These people are so ugly and full of enthusiasm, all standing and applauding, squatting, rude, and lively. Chu Xiu Ning stood in the wave of the front chest and back, but did not know how to deal with it. People like him, who are boring like this, would rather sit in the upper circle and listen to Wang Ba, and would not like to watch Wang Qidou in the crowd. Shi Chong's.

Like him, there is another person who does not like this intense emotion.

The teacher stood for a while, it seems that the voice of the beggar shook a little headache, but still tempered to stand in the same place, until a big man next to him saw the "crushing the coral tree" and the blood was boiling, jumping off When I slammed it, I accidentally bumped into the tea that another man was holding, and the hot tea was all splashed on the front of the teacher.

"Oh! I can't help it! I can't help it!"

"Xianjun, I am really embarrassed. You see me as a big hand."

The teacher was busy: "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter."

But the clothes were dirty and wet, and he sighed. Some helplessly said to Chu Ningning: "Master, or I will go back first, go back and change clothes, and then talk about the result of the appointment with Zun."

Chu night Ning said: "Well, be careful on your own path."

The teacher smiled and greeted the ink, and left. Chu night Ning thinks that he is good at getting rid of this technique, or is he looking for a personal collision? This way, you don't have to be overwhelmed by the crowds. I was thinking about it like this, and I heard that there was a burst of joy and joy around him. He looked up and looked up on the stage. It was the corner that dressed up as Wang Hao, and he played the anger, and the air was blowing, including the fire pack. Suddenly spit a huge heat flame on the river.

"boom--"

The river ripples and the waves are immersed in orange-red.

"Wow! Good!"

"Spoke again! Come again!"

"..." Chu Xiaoning did not understand some, this is what looks good... Let Xue Meng come over, you can burn a hundred times without a fire pack.

In the absence of interest, I suddenly saw the smile on the side, the tall man did not need to step on his feet, so he stood calmly, no one could block his sight. His handsome face was illuminated by fire, the dimples were deep, his eyes were soft but deep, and there seemed to be flashing people who were not really thinking.

Perceived the look of Chu Yuning, he turned back, but smiled more clearly, black eyes seemed to be a little moist, and there seemed to be nothing, just the illusion of Chu Yuning.

"When I was a child, I often went to the theater to listen to this. Every time I couldn’t wait for the show, I was driven away by the uncle who was in charge of the matter." The tone of the ink burned casually and peacefully. "This is the first time that the whole listens to the whole audience." ...I don’t like the teacher?”

"..."

Chu night Ning looked at his nephew and finally said.

"Well, not bad."

The ink burns and smiles, and the night seems to be bright. The stage sings and sings, and when it comes out, it rises and rises, and the eyebrows are like smoke, the feathers are rustling, the king is full of enthusiasm, and why?

"Oh, Farewell My Concubine." The ink turned and looked at him and smiled. "Let's go, Fighting is finished, I am satisfied, let's go back."

"Look at it for a while."

"Ok?"

“It’s not boring, it’s fine to have a few more.”

The ink burned slightly and raised his eyebrows. It seemed to be a surprise. Then he smiled and said: "Okay."

Biechi, Jinshan Temple, sentenced to double nails, sitting on the floor to kill.

One after another, no one left, and as time went by, people became more excited and spirited.

There are old grandfathers who are following the grandmother on the stage: "Good words, three winters, and bad words hurt people in June -"

In the fierce place, Song Jiang violently murdered, won the full house applause, applause even overshadowed the aria of the stage, Chu Ning was drunk and the villagers smiled and shook their shoulders, but the end is no way to retreat, and It’s not easy to attack. It was just when it was difficult, a pair of warm hands clasped his shoulders.

He turned his head and was facing the burning eyes. The man did not know when he had stood behind him, smiled and brought him over, letting him lean on himself and no longer be disturbed by the people around him.

For a time, those laughter sounds, the drums sounded well, and they all became so far away. Chu night Ning’s ear was slightly hot, and the ink burned for a moment, eventually turned his face and refused to marry him.

It’s just that the temperature behind it is so hot, the breath is so hot, the strong chest sticks to him, and the big fingers with his knuckles are close to his shoulders. When the leather drum is denser, the fire-breathing scene is out again, and people's eyes are attracted, screaming and slap.

Chu Xi Ning also wants to take a hard shot and follow his hand to make a calm decision.

But the hand has not yet lifted up, and the whole person has been smoldered from behind. Perhaps it is because I feel that no one will notice it, or it may be the tighter fit by the people around me, or perhaps just because in such a grand excitement, I would like to be closer to the intimate person, and closer. Hate can not be integrated into one, blood and blood.

In short, the ink hangs down, hugs him from behind, puts him in his arms, his arms are in his arms, and the back side faces his face, and at the moment when the fire on the stage reflects the night, he kisses Chu. Late Ning's ear roots.

The flames burst into flames, reflecting the face of the play and burning into the hearts of the guests.

"Thank you for accompanying me." The ink burned in his ear and said that the voice was low and dumb, very gentle. "I know, actually, you don't like it."

"...I want more, I like it."

The ink burned and smiled, no longer talking, holding him tighter, and his chin was between his neck.

The fire flashed, and Chu Ning suddenly wanted to ask a word, so he said: "Ink, why are you..."

"Ha ha ha, good!"

His voice was weak and he was swallowed up by the screaming voice.

Ink burning asked: "What?"

"...nothing." Chu Xiaoning's face was reddish and covered with thin anger. He didn't want to ask the second time, and he exhausted all his strengths. He felt very annoyed at the moment. Do not want to speak again.

The ink burned for a while. He didn't actually understand the problem of late Ning, but suddenly said: "The person I like has always been you."

"..."

The heartbeat suddenly became intense.

"It’s always been you, I’m too stupid, I can’t tell my mind.”

Hey, the heart is like a drum, and the buzz on the stage seems to be covered by the reverberation in his chest.

"Sorry."

"..."

"I have let you wait for a long time."

There are fireworks in front of you, and the ears are ringing, everything can’t be heard, and the sky is spinning. I don’t know if the foot is on the ground or in the clouds. Only the person behind him is real. The wind has no color and no trace. Nowadays, it has become the smoldering atmosphere of the nose.

Chu nightning does not actually want to hear too much explanation. What he wants is affirmation of the person who loves it. At this point, I suddenly got this affirmation, and I couldn’t find out everything around me. I felt dizzy and felt that everything was full of colors. He couldn’t think, couldn’t move, and was immersed in this fierce oily color, eventually losing five senses. .