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Lowering his eyelashes, Xue Meng pondered for a moment and smiled suddenly.

Mo Ran asked: "What?"

"No, I remembered the last retreat." Xue Meng said, "At that time, you were still not convinced by Master. For ten days, you came to see him, and then said that you were not capable enough and you were afraid that you would not be able to serve him. , I went to my father’s house to sort out the collection of books. I was still sulking with you at that time, but I never thought that after seven years, you would become like this."

Mo Ran was quiet for a while, and then said: "People will change."

Xue Meng asked: "If I give you another chance and let you go back to seven years ago, will you still run?"

"What do you think?"

Xue Meng really thought about it seriously, and then said: "I'm afraid I will want to stay with the master for ten days and ten nights."

Mo Ran lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Huh, why are you laughing?" Xue Meng changed his posture, put one foot on the bamboo pavilion bench, rested his elbows leisurely, tilted his head and neck slightly, his eyes moved to the end of his eyes, looking at his hall Brother, "Now you and I have the same thoughts about Master. What I think about you should not be too different."

Mo Ran lowered his eyes: "Yeah."

Xue Meng turned his eyes and looked at the wind chime at the corner of the pavilion, saying: "It's good. When the master died, I resented him for exchanging his life for yours, but today it seems that you are not completely innocent." conscience."

Mo Ran didn't know what to say, and said "Yeah" again.

The bells are bright and tinkling in the wind.

After a few moments of silence, Xue Meng couldn't help but turn his head, his eyes were burning, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he suddenly asked him: "Well, what, actually, there is something I want to ask you."

"you say."

"Tell me the truth. That day in the back mountain, you..."

Mo Ran actually knew that Xue Meng had always wanted to ask this question.

After going around and around for so long, I still couldn't escape. He waited for him to continue.

But Xue Meng murmured for a long time, his face turned white and red, red and white, and in the end he still couldn't say that sentence. He only looked at Mo Ran steadily and said: "Are you really... looking for sweet-scented osmanthus sugar rice cake?" ?”

The water boiled, and strands of steam waxed and waned, gathered and dispersed in the cold night.

The two people's eyes met. Xue Meng's eyes were full of anxiety, flashing with hot flames, while the burning black eyes were unrippled and bottomless.

"You can have tea."

Xue Meng suddenly grabbed his arm and stared at him: "Are you really looking for osmanthus sugar rice cake?!"

"..."

Mo Ran paused for a moment, broke away from his hand, went to the table to pick up the dark cast iron pot, filled each person with a cup.

Then he raised his eyes and said, "If we weren't looking for sweet-scented osmanthus sugar rice cakes, what else could we be doing?"

"you--"

"Master will not trick you easily. If you don't believe me, you have to believe him."

Xue Meng seemed to be pinched by a seven-inch snake. The hand on his knee twitched slightly, and then he suddenly lowered his head and said, "I don't believe him."

"Then let's drink tea." Mo Ran sighed, "What do you think about all day long? It's all about something and nothing." He lowered his head and took a sip of the steaming heat. In the mist, his face looked so... Handsome, but a little blurry, like a flower in a mirror, making people unable to see clearly.

The Babao tea was warm and had a salty and mellow taste. Xue Meng drank a few sips slowly, feeling that the gurgling heat gradually calmed down his frantic heartbeat. He drank all the tea, and there was still warmth in the cup, curling up. With heat.

Xue Meng lowered his head, suddenly in a daze, as if he was talking to Mo Ran, or talking to himself: "I really care about him so much that I think so much, and I will... "

"I know." Mo Ran said, "Me too."

Xue Meng turned his face and looked at him.

Mo Ran leaned against the pavilion pillar, and the tea in the cup was not finished. He took another sip, and then said: "Because of this, I misunderstood Master Mo. At least you are better than me and will not be so impulsive."

Xue Meng was surprised: "No wonder he left after saying nothing to you. What did you misunderstand about him?"

"...Don't tell me." Mo Ran smiled bitterly, "I can think more randomly than you."

Xue Meng wrinkled his nose: "He is a poor man. During the famine, people exchanged their children for food. If he had not been rescued by his father, he would have become meat in the hungry people's pot... Shimo has been treating you very well, you Don’t bully him.”

Mo Ran said: "Well, I know, I was excited before, but I won't be in the future."

The two of them guarded Chu Wanning in the pavilion, chatting in a nonchalant manner.

This feeling is very strange. Mo Ran looked at Xue Meng's handsome, somewhat naturally arrogant face under the moonlight. It was this man who opened a hole in his chest in his previous life. Every time he met later, he was accompanied by tears and blood.

I didn't expect that they could talk so calmly, making tea and wine on the lotus pond under the moon.

Yes, cook wine.

After drinking the tea, Xue Meng had no intention of leaving.

Mo Ran heated up another pot of wine, had a few drinks, and chatted with him. As long as he was not drunk, it was harmless.

But he seemed to overestimate Xue Meng's drinking capacity.

There are four masters and apprentices. The one who can't pour a thousand cups is Chu Wanning. He is also good at it. The master's drinking capacity is very poor, but the most hopeless one is Xue Meng.

Two small cups of pear blossom white will make this person feel a little dizzy and talk loudly.

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