Article 125

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The ink burning was originally happy, but when he heard this, he suddenly restrained his smile and gradually fell silent.

After a while, Mo Ran said: "Where does he treat you well? Isn't it just teaching you some spells, occasionally taking care of you, and changing any master will do the same."

"That's different—"

Mo Ran was suddenly unhappy, and bulged his cheeks: "Anyway, he doesn't treat you well! I can do what he treats you!"

The teacher stopped talking.

In this embarrassing silence, Mo Ran gradually calmed down the evil fire in his heart. Seeing that the teacher was silent, he suddenly felt guilty, and whispered: "Sorry."

"It's okay." Shi Mei said. But after a while, Shi Mo said abruptly: "When you were not at the peak of death and life in the early years, once I was walking on the road and suddenly it rained."

"At that time, I hadn't yet joined Master's sect. When I was running in the rain, I met him. He was holding a red oil-paper umbrella. Seeing that I was embarrassed, he asked me to hide under his umbrella. I have heard about him for a long time. He has a reputation for being ruthless, and when I walk with him, I feel very nervous."

"Then what?"

The teacher looked gentle and said: "Then? Then we didn't speak all the way."

Mo Ran nodded in agreement: "He is so bored alone, and there is really nothing to say to him."

"Yeah." Shi Mo smiled, "Master said very little. However, when he sent me to the door of the house, I thanked him. Suddenly I saw that his right shoulder was completely soaked, and I Standing on his left all the way, no rain at all."

Ink burning: "..."

"The oil-paper umbrella was very small, in fact, it was only enough for one person. He blocked most of it for me. I watched him walk away in the rain. After returning to the house, I wrote a teacher's letter and begged him to accept me. under the door."

"Stop talking." Mo Ran suddenly said, "Your heart is too kind, if you go on, I will feel that you are very pitiful."

The teacher said warmly: "Ah Ran, don't you think the master is pitiful? He only has such a small umbrella, because he has been walking alone all the time, and no one wants to accompany him. So, sometimes the master is right. I didn't care if I was harsher or reprimanded more. Because I remember his wet shoulders."

Mo Ran stopped talking, but the tip of his nose was reddish, and there was a trace of sourness in his heart.

That sour feeling was a bit vague, and suddenly I didn't know who this feeling was for.

"Ah Ran, let me ask you a question."

"Well, you say."

"Do you really hate Master?"

The ink burned for a moment: "I..."

"Or, you don't like him?"

When the teacher asked this sentence, his calm and soft eyes seemed sharp for some reason. Mo Ran was unprepared for him, and under such a sharp gaze, he was suddenly speechless.

Mo Ran sulked his head, neither nodded nor shook his head. After a long time, he forced a smile and said: "Oh, didn't I ask you a question? You accidentally went in. How can it be like this?"

Seeing that he avoided talking about it, the teacher was ignorant of Linglong's mind and didn't force it. He just smiled and said: "I'll just ask casually, and you don't have to take it to heart."

"Yeah." Mo Ran sorted out his mood, then raised his eyes, and looked at Shi Mo's face like a bright moon through the thick eyelashes.

Originally, his third question was to ask Shi Mo whether he liked him or not. But after this conversation, the mood suddenly became heavy, and he pursed his lips for a little silence. Mo Ran suddenly said: "He is my master, and he is just a master. I can't say whether I like it or not."

Hearing his words, Chu Wanning, who was standing in the dark, moved his eyelashes slightly, like the rustling wings of a butterfly when it was injured.

Although some things are like a clear mirror in my heart, when I really confirm it, I still feel like my body is floating and my heart is sinking into the ocean. Perhaps it was because of the early autumn, Chu Wanning suddenly felt a little bit cold.

In the distance, Mo Ran and Shi Mei were talking, he closed his eyes, and the slight nausea that appeared recently came to his head again.

He suddenly felt extremely tired and turned around to leave.

However, after walking a few steps, Mo Ran's voice was held up by the autumn wind again, passing it to his ears vaguely. It made him stop involuntarily.

Mo Ran is asking the teacher the third question: "Okay, you said Xue Meng, and you said Master, so let's talk about me."

He minimized the concern in his voice, and asked cautiously, even a little humblely:

"Teacher, what do you think of me?"

The teacher suddenly stopped talking.

Like Tianwen, Hei Gui obviously also has the ability to ask the truth, Shi Mo resisted to answer, and Hei Gui became more red because of this, and tightly locked Shi Mo's fingertips.

The teacher frowned and said: "It hurts..."

"I just ask you to say a word." Mo Ran couldn't bear it, but this question was deeply buried in his heart. In the past and present, he has almost become his demon, so he still insisted on asking, "What do you think of me?"

The teacher shook his head, closed his eyes, it seemed to be in severe pain, his slender eyelashes were trembling, and his forehead gradually oozes fine sweat.

"..." Seeing him like this, Mo Ran felt soft-hearted after all, and sighed, "That's all..."

He was about to withdraw to hell, but Shi Mei endured it to the extreme, his face was as white as gold paper, and he said hoarsely: "I think you are very good."

Mo Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide.

After the teacher said this, his pale face quickly turned red, and he seemed to be annoyed, and he dared not look at the right person with his eyes down

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