Article 347

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His heart suddenly seemed to be burned by charcoal fire, hot and painful. He raised his eyes and wanted to go down to the vast sea of ​​​​people to find the ink-burning figure, but what he saw was armor shining like fish in a pond.

He couldn't find anyone for a while, so he continued to lower his head and read the letter.

It turns out that every day after Chu nightning retreats, Mo Ran will miss his master. He has many things in his heart, and he is afraid that he will forget them as time goes by. So he found someone to make a sturdy book. It was a thick book with 1,825 pieces of paper. He calculated that for five years, he would write a letter to the Master every day, detailing everything. , from eating a particularly unpleasant leaf rake to today’s practice, I wrote down all my experiences on paper.

He originally counted 1,825 pieces of paper, no more, no less. After finishing writing, it was time for the master to leave seclusion.

But sometimes I can't stop. The words are squeezed into a small ball and rush onto the paper eagerly. I wish that Chu Wanning could also see the sea buckthorn flowers in Mobei and the haze of Changbai Mountain. I wish I could taste the dessert I tasted today. Hidden in the crevices of the paper, waiting for Chu Wanning to wake up and enjoy it together.

Those lines of small words were non-stop from beginning to end. There were no sensational sentences or anything sad or sad. He just honestly recorded every brilliant moment in the past five years. He only combined good things with he shared.

So he had calculated that one page per day was not enough in the end, so he attached a thick stack of letters to the back of the booklet...

Allen Chu turned slowly, his eyes a little moist.

He watched the ink-burning handwriting change from childish to upright, and from upright to handsome.

The latest ink stains seem to have not yet dried up, but the earliest handwriting is gradually turning green.

The four words "letter with my teacher" are included in every letter, and each letter is different. Slowly... time goes from light hooves to a white head.

In the end, the feathers are blue, the iron is bent and the gold is broken, and the end is to resist the wind, with horizontal and vertical hooks.

Allen Chu turned to the last page and rubbed the four words at the beginning of the volume with his fingers.

Write to my teacher, write to my teacher.

He looked at the dignified pen and ink, as if he saw that the burning pen tip had just been raised, the brush was put down, the man raised his head, and he was no longer a boy.

From the first letter to the last letter, he seemed to see Mo Ran go from sixteen years old to twenty-two years old, his figure gradually became slimmer, and his eyebrows gradually deepened.

But every day, I would sit in front of the case and write him a letter.

"Master!!"

At some point, the martial arts performance was over. Chu Wanning heard someone calling him, so he suddenly raised his head and saw Xue Meng waving to him excitedly at the front of the Good and Evil Stage.

Next to Xue Meng, a man with broad shoulders and narrow waist, long legs and straight body was standing quietly. The man's face was radiating heat after performing martial arts, and there was sweat on his forehead. The sun shone with a crystal luster, like the bright fur of a cheetah.

Mo Ran saw Chu Wanning looking at him, stunned for a moment, and suddenly smiled. In the golden morning light, his smile was so charming and bright, like the swaying pines and cypresses soaked in the rising sun. There was eagerness in his eyes, tenderness on his eyelashes, and his strong and straight face seemed a little shy, fresh and blazing, dazzling. God obsessed.

What a handsome son.

Chu nightning calmly sat on the high platform with his arms folded, looking down at him proudly. Others only saw that his expression was still cold, but no one knew that he was already confused and had lost his armor.

In the crowd, Mo Ran smiled and suddenly raised his hand, pointed at his clothes, and then at Allen Chu.

"..." Allen Chu didn't react, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at him doubtfully.

Mo Ran smiled brighter, put his hands on his lips, and quietly made a few mouth shapes.

Allen Chu: "?"

The leaves were rustling and the morning breeze was blowing. Mo Ran seemed a little helpless. With a smile on his lips, he shook his head and nodded at his clothes.

Chu Wanning lowered his head, and after a while, his ears suddenly turned red.

"..."

Under the guidance of his apprentice, the majestic Elder Yu Heng finally suddenly discovered that he had woken up in a hurry in the morning and the clothes at the Red Lotus Water Pavilion were piled up in a mess. He casually wore the same clothes that he had mistakenly picked up Mo Ran yesterday. pieces.

...No wonder I always feel like something is dragging on the ground when I walk today! It turns out to be the hem of clothing! !

Mo Weiyu, you can do it. Chu nightning turned away angrily in anger. You bastard who has no eyesight and won't pick up any pot!

The author has something to say:

Small Theater - Contents of Gouzi’s Letters

To say that the ancients wrote letters should be regarded as "letters with Yuan Wei", which is very disgusting. I can't help but applaud the friendship between Mr. Bai Juyi and Mr. Yuan Zhen, hahahaha.

Gouzi's letters are not that complicated, and they are not as eloquent as Bai Juyi's when they open the book. They are "slightly subtle" and "glue-painted heart". So what did Gouzi write?

"Excerpts from Gouzi's Letters"

Linyi almond candies are delicious but a bit expensive at 40 coppers per pound, but they are delicious.

Potato stew is very filling and you won't be hungry at night. It's delicious.

I accidentally used the honey in the Qiankun bag as oil to brush on the grilled chicken wings. It was delicious.

The fish in Quanzhou is particularly delicious, delicious and delicious.

Master is awake, let’s eat together!

Chapter 132 Master and Master

In the evening, the tired bird returns to its nest. The disciples at the Summit of Life and Death finished their day's work and rushed to Meng Po Hall. The ink burned but did not leave. He stood beside the wooden man pile and seemed to be waiting for someone.

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