The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 58: This seat seems a bit confused.

The amount of ink burned is actually not bad.

However, this New Year's Eve, he clearly felt in his heart, but in order to make nothing, smiled and drank five altar pears white. In the end, finally some confusion was blurred.

The teacher even dragged him back and took him back. When he fell on the bed, the ink burned his throat and he wanted to call the name of the teacher.

However, the habit is terrible.

For so many years in the past, the people who are with them are not the white moonlight in their hearts, but the mosquito blood that is tired of watching.

As soon as he said the exit, he still called the one he thought he hated.

"Chu Ning..."

Contains mixed impurities.

"Late...I..."

The teacher stunned and turned to see the late night at the door. Chu Xiaoning had just taken Xue Meng back to the bedroom. At this time, a bowl of sobering soup came in, and it just happened to hear the smoldering whisper.

After he was wrong, he immediately believed that he had got it wrong.

After all, the smoldering of the ink is to call yourself a master, so that the late night will be counted, as for the night -

He couldn't help but think of the time when he was in the lotus pond, and the two of them embraced each other. In the dark dreams, they vividly called the word "night", followed by a kiss on the lips.

Is there still a little bit left in the heart of the ink...

When this thought was too deep, he was annihilated.

Chu night Ning has always been bold, but only the feelings, he thought, he is a coward.

"Master." Shi Yi, a pair of soft eyes, with some suspicions, hesitated to look at him, "you..."

"Ok?"

"...In fact, there is nothing. Since the Master is here to take care of Ah Burning, then I, I will go first."

Chu Xiaoning said: "Wait a minute."

"Is there any other commander?"

Chu night Ning said: "You are going to Taohuayuan tomorrow?"

"……Ok."

Chu Xiaoning had no expression. After a while, he said, "Let's go to rest. Several people are outside, they have to take care of each other, and -"

He paused and said: "Remember to come back earlier."

The teacher left.

Chu Xiaoning went to the bedside, raised his face with a blank expression, and gave him a spoonful of scooping soup.

The smoldering does not like the sour taste. If you don't drink it for a long time, it will spit it out. After spitting out, the wine was a little awake, opened his eyes, half-awake and half-drinking, looking at the night, and muttered: "Master?"

"Yeah. I am."

"Oh." I don't know why I laughed again, the dimple is deep, and then, "God fairy brother."

Chu nightning: "........."

After I finished speaking, I fell asleep again.

Chu nightning worried that he was cold, staying by the side, and licking the quilt for him from time to time.

Outside the bedroom, many disciples have not yet slept. Everyone has a habit of obedience. Most people still have jokes in the room, playing cards, or changing spells.

When the high-hanging water leaking in front of the Danxin Temple, it means that the age of alternating years is coming, the disciples have come out of the door, and they start to put fireworks and firecrackers, and the night is full of silver fire trees.

The ink burned in confusion, and was awakened by the deafening sound of the outside.

Open your eyes and support the forehead of the pain, but see Chu Xi Ning sitting at his bed, there is not much expression on the calm and beautiful face, seeing him wake up, just faintly said: "Well you up?" ”

"Master respect..."

After waking up, I can't help but feel a spirit.

Why is it that Chu nightning is with him? What about the teacher?

In my sleep, I can't say anything wrong?

The ink burned and stunned, and looked at the look of Chu’s late night. Fortunately, the night of Ning was nothing but a slight relief.

The sound of the firecrackers outside, the two men squatted for a while.

Chu nightning: "Go and see the fireworks?"

Ink burning: "What about the teacher?"

The two sentences are almost always said at the same time.

It’s too late to regret it.

The ink burned a little surprised, slightly widened his eyes, like never knowing him, staring at his face for a long time.

After the silence, Chu Xi Ning seemed to rise up unconsciously. When he pushed out the door, he crossed his face: "It’s all to be old, he should haven’t slept yet, go find him."

Sure enough, my own bad temper, even if I gamble all the courage, leave him and watch the fireworks bloom overnight, and only get rejected.

I didn’t ask if I knew it early, so I’m shameful.

Back to the red lotus water, Chu nightning sat alone under the undefeated sea otter tree, a man, wearing a cold cloak, watching the sky in the sky.

In the faraway place, it was the warmth of the place where the disciples lived. The laughter and the words came and they didn't have much to do with him.

He should have been used to it long ago.

But I don't know why, my heart is very stuffy.

Probably after seeing the excitement of others, and returning to your own cold, it will be particularly uncomfortable.

He silently stared at the fireworks that followed each other, two flowers, people greeting each other on New Year's Eve, three sounds.

Chu nightning relied on the flower tree, and some eyes closed with exhaustion.

I don't know how long it took, and suddenly I felt that someone broke into the enchantment.

His mind was fretting, but he did not dare to look at it until he heard the breath of breathing slightly, and the familiar footsteps sounded, stopping at a distance.

The boy’s voice was a little hesitant.

"Master."

Chu nightning: "........."

"I will leave tomorrow."

"..."

"It will take a long time to come back."

"..."

"I think there is nothing tonight, and I have to get up early tomorrow. The teacher said that he should have slept and will not be alive."

The footsteps sounded again, and this time it was closer, and it stopped at a distance.

Ink ignited: "So if you still want, I..." He opened his mouth and the sentence behind it was covered by a huge array of lively fireworks.

Chu night Ning stretched his eyes and raised his gaze. He was seeing the galaxy in the night sky shining brightly, and the silver frost and fire were scattered. The young and beautiful boy stood in front of him, and he was pitiful and three-pointed.

"..."

Chu Xi Ning has always been proud, and has never been dismissed for the companionship of others because of sympathy. But at this time, he looked at him and suddenly felt that he could not say anything to refuse.

Probably I am also fascinated by shochu.

At this time, Chu nightning actually felt that the chest was sorrowful and warm.

"Since it is here, sit down." Finally, he said faintly, "I am watching with you."

He looked up at the sky, his expression seemed to be meager, but the fingers in his sleeves were secretly picked up by tension. He did not dare to go to the people around him, only watching the fireworks in the sky open, long nights, and colorful.

Chu nightning whispered softly: "Is these days good?"

"Yeah." Ink ignited, "I have met a very cute little teacher. In the previous letter, I have said it with Master. How is the teacher's injury?"

"No problem. You have to blame yourself."

A fireworks burst into pieces and shattered into brilliant colors.

That night, the fire tree silver flower is not night, the sound of firecrackers, the snow is filled with a thin layer of smoke. They sat under the flower tree, and they didn't like to talk. They burned and talked to him. When they talked about it, they were tired and fell asleep.

Early the next morning, the ink burned and found that he was still under the flower tree, his head was resting on the knees of Chu Yuning, and he was covered with a soft and thick fire fox cloak. The cloak fur was smooth and workmanship. It is the clothing of the late Qing Dynasty.

The ink burned slightly, and he raised his eyes. He saw that Chu Ningning slept against the trunk. His eyelashes fell, and the long and soft eyelashes trembled with the breath, like a butterfly in the wind.

Did they just fall asleep under the tree like this yesterday?

It shouldn't be.

According to the temperament of obsessive-compulsive disorder in the late night, even if you are tired, you will go back to the house and sleep again. Why would you be willing to make a mess under the tree, and this fox on your own body...

Did he cover it for himself?

The ink burned up, and the black hair was a little scattered, squinting at the eyes, wearing a robes of Chu's late night, and some were at a loss.

Yesterday, he was not too drunk, although some things can't be remembered, but they can all be recalled.

As for the later voluntarily ran to the Honglian otter, accompanied by the late night, he was also a choice made in a conscious state.

I used to hate this person so much, but when I heard him ask "Go to the fireworks?", when I saw him falling and turning around and heading alone.

Actually, I feel sad...

I think, anyway, I won’t see each other for a long time. The vengeance in this life is not so deep. I’m so lonely, I’m so lonely, and it’s okay to accompany him to Tianming.

I found it over the place.

Looking back now, I feel that I am really...

When I didn't finish it, Chu Ning also woke up.

Ink burns the road: "Master."

"... um." The man who just woke up frowned slightly, holding his forehead and groaning. "You...have not gone yet?"

"I, I just woke up."

Mo-burning found a delicate and exquisite tongue. Recently, every time he met the indifferent face of Chu, he was easy to smash and his tongue was knotted.

After a while, the ink burned and suddenly remembered that the night cloak of Chu was still on his own body, and quickly took it off and wrapped it in his shoulders.

When he was given a cloak, the ink burned that although the night robes were three layers outside the robes, but there were fewer warm coats, it was thin in the snow.

The thought couldn't help but make his movements more and more anxious. When he made the trick, he tied his fingers into the clums.

Ink burning: "........."

Chu Xiaoning looked at him and reached out to untie it. He said: "I will come by myself."

"……it is good."

Filled with a sentence.

"Sorry."

"It's nothing."

The ink burned up and hesitated for a while: "Master, I am going to pack things, go to have a breakfast, and then set off."

"Ok."

"...can you go down to eat together?" Hey! After he finished, he would not want to bite his tongue! What are you doing! What do you invite to Chu Ning together?

Perhaps it was the regret that immediately appeared on the face after the ink burned. After all, Chu nightned for a moment and said, "No. You go."

The ink burned for fear that he would stay with him for a while and would say something more shocking and eloquent, so he said: "Then I will go first and foremost..."

Chu nightning: "Good."

The ink burned away. Chu night Ning nodded and sat under the tree for a while, then supported the trunk and stood up slowly, but did not move.

His legs were burned with ink for a night, and he was unaware of it, and he couldn’t move his legs.

Dirtyly standing under the tree for a long time, waiting for the blood circulation to recover, Chu night Ning only dragged his leg and limped back into the house.

Sure enough, I sat in the cold for a night, even if there was no snow on the ground under the shadow of the sea otter tree, it was still cold.

"Ah!"

He sneezed, and the end of his eyes immediately became wet red.

When I took my handkerchief and covered my nose, Chu night thought, dying... It seems... I feel cold...

Yuheng elders.

Sitting on the three gods, the first master of the contemporary competition for the comprehension of the realm. When I asked the world, I was shocked, and the white clothes came to the world without color.

Such a powerful person can be said that he should be the strongest force owner in this generation.

It is a pity that there are also thinner people who are more powerful. The thinness of Chu’s late night is that he is afraid of cold. When it is frozen, it is easy to have headaches and brain heat. Therefore, on the day when the ink burned and the teacher left the dead, the Chu Zong division not only disappeared but also became smaller, and, without any suspense, began to sneeze and runny nose.

So at noon on this day, when Yumin came to pick up people, he received a healthy and healthy Xuemeng, a smoldering, a teacher, and a poor little brother who did not live in Auntie’s aunt.

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The Little Theater "The Right Way to Fight the Jade Elders"

Xue Meng: Master respects Master! I wish you a blessing like Donghai Shoubi Nanshan, I will do it first! Humming...

Chu night Ning: Good, drink.

A cup down, Xue Meng, fluttering the street.

Teacher: Master, I also have a drink with you, first of all.

Chu night Ning: Good, drink.

Teacher: Master will have another cup.

Chu night Ning: Good, drink.

Teacher: Master is coming again...

Chu night Ning: Good, drink.

Teacher: Master...