Article 778

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But nothing happened.

"Ta Xianjun, Mo Weiyu, Grandmaster Mo..." His eyelashes trembled slightly, his Adam's apple rolled, and finally he let out a sigh of sneer and emotion that only he could hear.

"You are really the most ridiculous person in the world."

He sighed, looked up to Gao Tian, ​​the wind blowing his fine forehead hair, he narrowed his eyes, and then thought again, where is Chu Wanning now?

Probably because I have gained too much and exhausted all the fate, so this life, the last journey, I will never see you again.

fine. He bent his eyes and smiled on the platform.

At least, Wan Ning doesn't have to see him in such a state of embarrassment.

"The time is coming! Prepare for punishment—!"

There was a majestic chorus, and the horn blew.

As if a nightmare cast shadows, as if the sound of "preparation" was transmitted to the eardrum across thousands of miles, in the secret room of Jiaoshan, Chu Wanning suddenly opened his eyes and woke up from the drowsiness.

"Ink burning!"

The candle flickered, he was panting heavily, his shirt was drenched in sweat.

He trembled slightly, almost subconsciously, when he opened his mouth, he uttered the name that had entangled him for two lifetimes. Then the Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his eyes became a little straight.

Just now he seemed to see the shadow of the knife, and there was a strong thump, his heart was beating like a drum, and for some reason he was very frightened.

"..."

Sitting on the couch, rubbing his palms on his face vigorously, the sweat gradually cooled down, and he was relieved.

There are clear memories flashing before him, but those memories don't belong to him—half of his earth soul stayed in Mo Ran's body for too long, so that when he returned to him, he brought a lot of memories belonging to Mo Ran. burning memory. Those who are swallowed up by the Eight Bitterness and Everlasting Hate Flower, those who are abandoned.

Important memories that even Mo Ran himself no longer remembers.

Chu WanNing saw it...

Chapter 275 [Tianyin Pavilion] Broken heart

He saw Mo Ran smiling at his mother when he was a child, and he saw Duan Yihan touching Mo Ran's head and saying, "Repay kindness, don't hold grudges."

He saw Mo Ran holding a box of pastries that Xue Meng gave him, carefully nibbling and eating, and he didn't want to waste any scraps.

He saw Mo Ran standing in front of the wine shop in Wuchang Town, wearing a new student uniform, offering the broken silver in his pocket to the boss with both hands, and then smiled a little shyly and looking forward to it: "I want a pot of good pear blossoms Bai, can you get a nice jug to serve it? I want to give it to my master to taste."

All the memories came one after another.

The warmest and clearest beautiful past that was once in Mo Ran's heart - just like a revolving lantern, flashing in all colors.

Mo Ran in the picture is always laughing, from the childhood of hunger and cold, to those youthful years before the outbreak of bitterness and eternal hatred. But these memories are not many, the pure time that Mo Ran has had in his life is too little, and the days when he can indulge in laughter are few and far between.

Chu Wanning looked at the piles that flashed by.

Then, everything settled down.

Because the souls of the two have been entangled for too long, so at this moment, he can clearly perceive that Mo Ran likes himself so much, respects him, attaches to him, loves him, even though he doesn't like to laugh , when teaching spells, even a little harsh.

But I just like it, I feel familiar and warm.

I feel that this cold master is actually a very good person in his bones.

Mo Ran actually liked him...at such an early time, he loved him warmly and innocently.

The memory in front of him continued to flow, and Chu Wanning followed the memory of Mo Ran, and fell into a certain night with a bright moon and clear wind. That night, a solitary lamp was on in the student room at the peak of death and life, and Mo Ran was sitting at the table, facing the open book, carefully sewing a white handkerchief in his hand.

After sewing a few stitches, he pricked his fingertip clumsily, and the blood dripped down and stained the cloth towel.

Mo Ran opened his eyes wide, then looked very frustrated, and sighed: "It's so difficult."

The white handkerchief was wrapped up and thrown aside.

Take a new one and sew it again.

The candles kept burning all night, and after throwing away countless pieces of handkerchiefs, I finally became more flexible in my hands and feet. Slowly, the light red petals bloomed, one petal, two petals...five petals.

Each petal is embroidered meticulously, and each petal is embroidered with sincerity.

The young man clumsily sewed a piece of pure white veil, stitch by stitch, and bloomed a crabapple flower that never fails all year round.

He looked at Pajin with light in his eyes.

The embroidery is finished, but it is actually ugly. There are a lot of unevenness in the ground. At first glance, it is the work of a novice, but Mo Ran is overjoyed. He looks left and right excitedly, and throws the kerchief again. The soft handkerchief fell in mid-air and landed on his face.

cover his face.

He laughed out loud under the handkerchief, took a breath, and Haitang's handkerchief lifted the corners, revealing his gentle eyes underneath. Looking forward to Liu Guang.

"Give this to Master, he will definitely like it."

What weighed heavily in his heart was warmth, the warmth that the Gu flowers planted later could not tolerate and had to be devoured.

"From now on, every time you use a handkerchief, you will think of me."

Mo Ran put the handkerchief in his arms, and thought that Chu Wanning would praise him countless times and look happy, but he felt that the grass was growing and the warbler was flying, and he couldn't restrain his happiness. That night, he excitedly ran to Chu Wanning's dormitory,

Find the man standing by the pond watching the fish.

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