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"Watch for a while."

"Um?"

"It's not boring. It doesn't hurt to watch a few more shows."

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, seemingly surprised, and then smiled brightly and said: "Okay."

Farewell my concubine, Jinshan Temple, sentenced to double nails, sitting on the tower to kill pity.

One after another, no one left. As the hour got later, people became more and more cheerful and energetic.

There are old men who are chanting along with Mrs. Yan on the stage: "A kind word warms the winter for three months, but a bad word hurts the cold for six months——"

At the climax of the performance, Song Jiang launched a murderous attack and won applause from the audience. The applause even overshadowed the singing of the actors on the stage. Chu Wanning was laughed at and pushed and patted on the shoulders by the villagers who were drunk, but he had no way to retreat. It was difficult to have an attack, but when he was in trouble, a pair of warm hands put his shoulders.

He turned back and met the ink-burning eyes. At some point, the man 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, the laughter and the sound of gongs and drums became so distant. Chu Wanning's ears were slightly hot, and he looked at Mo Ran for a moment, and finally turned his face, unwilling to look at him again.

But the temperature behind her was so hot, her breath was so burning, her strong chest was pressed against him, and her big hands with sharp knuckles were holding his shoulders. When the skin drums become denser, the fire-breathing show comes out again, attracting people's attention, shouting, shouting, croaking and clapping their hands.

Chu Wanning also wanted to reluctantly clap his hands twice to pretend to be calm.

But before his hand was raised, the whole person was wrapped in Mo Ran from behind. Maybe it’s because I feel that no one will notice, or maybe it’s because I’m being pushed closer and closer by the people around me, or maybe it’s just because in such a grand and bustling atmosphere, I want to be closer to the people I’m close to. I wish they could be kneaded into one body and their bones and blood blend together.

In short, Mo Ran lowered his eyes, hugged him from behind, enclosed him in his arms, hugged the person in his arms with his strong arms, then turned his face, and kissed Chu at the moment when the fire on the stage lit up the night. Wan Ning’s ears.

Suddenly, the flames burst out, illuminating the actor's face and burning into the hearts of the spectators.

"Thank you for accompanying me." Mo Ran said in his ear, his voice was low and hoarse, very gentle, "I know, actually you don't like it."

"...Think too much, I like it."

Mo Ran smiled softly, stopped talking, hugged him tighter, and rested his chin on his neck.

The fire flickered, and Chu Wanning suddenly wanted to ask a question, so he said: "Mo Ran, why are you..."

"Hahaha, okay!"

His voice was weak and was instantly swallowed up by the noise of people.

Mo Ran asked: "What?"

"...Nothing." Chu Wanning's face was slightly red, and was lightly covered with anger. He didn't want to ask this sentence a second time, and it exhausted all his energy. At this moment, he only felt very embarrassed, Don't want to speak anymore.

Mo Ran was quiet for a while. He actually didn't hear Wan Ning's question clearly, but suddenly said: "The person I like has always been you."

"..."

The heartbeat suddenly became intense.

"It's always been you. I was too stupid and couldn't tell my own mind."

Dong-dong-dong, my heart was beating like a drum, and the sound of cymbals on the stage seemed to be obscured by the lingering sound in my own chest.

"sorry."

"..."

"I kept you waiting for a long time."

There are fireworks in front of my eyes, there is buzzing in my ears, I can't hear anything clearly, the world is spinning, I don't know whether my feet are on the ground or in the clouds, only the person behind me is real, the wind once had no color and no trace , now it has become the ink-burning breath lingering on the tip of the nose.

Allen Chu actually doesn't want to hear too many explanations. What he wants is just a word of affirmation from his beloved. At this moment, he suddenly received this affirmation and could no longer see clearly everything around him. He was dizzy and felt that everything was colorful. He could not think or move. He was immersed in the intense and surging oil paint and finally lost his five senses. .

The author has something to say: Don’t worry about the opera repertoire being mixed in, after all, it’s imaginary 23333

Small Theater "Assist from a Village in Yuliang"

Junior Sister: Alas, I feel like this village is full of malice toward me.

Gouzi: How can you see it?

Junior sister: I won’t mention the top assist player named Ling’er anymore, it’s all in the past anyway, but I’m standing watching a show and someone pours tea on me? I haven't appeared in the game for so long. I'm just here to show off. Can't the NPCs be friendly to me?

Gouzi: Hmm... Maybe the people in this village are guest performers from the Cat and Dog Head-buttoning Team (laughing and crying).

Chapter 185 Master was caught in private meeting

When his consciousness returned and he could barely realize what he was doing, Chu Wanning vaguely felt that they had gone out of the lively and crowded crowd at some point and reached the nearest woods they could find. They were kissing passionately. , each other's breathing is hot and rapid.

So thirsty.

They are both people who have been longing for each other for a long time. The way they kiss and linger is aggressive and anxious, even a little crazy. Their Adam's apple rolls, they swallow, their lips and teeth collide hurriedly, and there is even some blood, but no one can notice it, and no one can stop. Come down.

The ink burned him against the tree, and the rough wooden texture was close to his slightly trembling back. There seemed to be the sound of string strings coming from the distance, but that was not important. All the sounds, no matter how far or near, high or low, were broken. fragmented, only

The only thing left was each other's breathing.

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