In just a moment, Chu Wanning's mind was overturned, with wind and rain, thunder and lightning, and black clouds splashed ink.

Take off, still don’t take off.

This is a fatal problem.

It seems inappropriate to not take it off. He already knows that he is wearing the wrong clothes. He can't pretend that he hasn't heard Mo Ran's words just now, right?

Take off...

How could he be so handsome? The clothes he finally put on, he would never take them off one by one in front of Mo Ran.

A little bit strange and silent.

Mo Ran said: "However, I washed this dress very cleanly. If Master doesn't dislike it, just... wear it."

Chu Wanning: "Yes."

Mo Ran breathed a sigh of relief. He had always been a little dull. He said it just now. He didn't realize that Chu Wanning had already put on most of his clothes. He mentioned him at this time. Could it be that he was forcing his master to untidy his clothes in front of him?

The picture only slightly sparked in my heart, and it burned the ink.

His face turned redder. Fortunately, he has been used to traveling outside over the years, and he is no longer as delicate as he was when he was young. The wheat-colored skin is not easy to see, but he feels a little loud in his heartbeat. He is guilty and is afraid that Chu Wanning will hear it. So he hurriedly lowered his head to get Chu Wanning's clothes and put it on.

After finishing the clothes, the two looked at each other, but fell into another embarrassment.

Not fit.

Mo Ran was wearing Chu Wanning's robe, which was obviously a little tight. The collar could not be folded. The collar was open, revealing a large tight honey-colored chest muscle, and half of his legs were exposed. He looked very tight and couldn't say anything wronged.

Chu Wanning's condition was not much better. He wore Mo Ran's outer robe, covering his entire feet, not only did he say that he had dragged it to the ground, a piece of white clothes and smoke covered his back, looking pretty and straight, but this means that he is now much shorter than Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning was a little injured.

He said with a calm face, "Let's go."

It means "I'm leaving."

Mo Ran didn't understand, and thought he was inviting him to leave together, so he nodded, took the initiative to take the wooden basin and change his clothes for his master, and followed him earnestly.

Chu Wanning: “…”

The two walked to the door of the bathtub and lifted the curtain. The outside was not as cold as the hot spring. Chu Wanning couldn't help but shivered. Mo Ran saw it and asked him, "Cold?"

“Not cold.”

Mo Ran didn't know that he was stubborn now, so he smiled and said, "I'm a little cold." As he said that, he raised his hand and twisted it in the air, and a red glow erupted from his palm. A layer of cold-driving barrier instantly wrapped the two of them in it. The barrier was very beautiful, with light flowing, and there were fine flower marks on the top.

Chu Wanning looked up and looked secretive: "Good, I've grown up."

"Not as good as the master."

"It's almost done, the cold-repel barrier I made may not be better than this." Chu Wanning looked at the light traces of flowers on the light array and said, "The peach blossoms are very beautiful."

"It's a begonia."

Chu Wanning's heart trembled slightly, and when he fell into his eyes, there was a ripple.

Mo Ran said: "The flower has five petals."

"..." Chu Wanning sneered, and habitually wanted to cover up the wavering in his eyes, so he pretended to be calm and even mocked, "Learn from me?"

Unexpectedly, the man's eyes were pure and straightforward, and he looked at him openly, and nodded: "I didn't learn well, so I made my master laugh."

Chu Wanning was speechless.

The two of them walked side by side in silence. After walking for a while, Chu Wanning didn't want to stand beside him, so he walked a little faster. Mo Ran followed behind and suddenly asked, "Master, I didn't have time to come back for the dinner. Are you... angry?"

"No."

"real?"

"What do you do?"

"Then why are you walking so fast?"

Of course, Chu Wanning couldn't say "because you are too high." He was silent for a while, looked at the sky, and said, "Because it seems it's raining."

As a result, not long after he finished speaking, crackling water beads really fell in the already gloomy sky, and scattered into the bead curtain and wet the silk curtain.

Mo Ran smiled.

His smile was still as beautiful as five years ago, and even looked particularly dazzling because of the more honesty.

Chu Wanning stared at him: "Why are you smirking?"

"Nothing." Mo Ran's dimples are very deep and sweet.

The young man was very tall, but his eyelashes were rustling. When he looked back at him, he was very obedient and did not feel arrogant at all.

He even said shyly, "I just haven't seen Master for a long time. I'm very happy to see it now."

“…”

Chu Wanning looked at him and the dimples beside his cheeks. He thought that these two pools of sweetness would always belong to Shi Mingjing, but later he found that it was not. It turned out that as long as he sacrificed his life, he could still get a lucky jar.

Chu Wanning scolded him: "A fool."

Mo Ran's eyelashes drooped, slender, and long, and she really laughed like a fool.

As soon as he was so obsessed with it, Mo Ran accidentally stepped on the hem of his clothes that he had been avoiding carefully. Chu Wanning looked down at the ground, then looked at him with a majestic expression but did not speak.

Mo Ran was very straightforward: "The master of this clothes is wearing bigger clothes."

"..." It's really a pot that doesn't open.

Mo Ran sent Chu Wanning back to the Honglian Water Pavilion all the way. Chu Wanning was actually a little uncomfortable. He was used to being alone and rarely had the opportunity to hold an umbrella with others, whether it was an oil paper umbrella or a barrier umbrella.

So halfway through, he stopped and said, "I'll do it myself and just open a barrier."

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment: "When you left well, why..."

"There is no reason why the master asks his disciples to hold an umbrella."

"But Master has done a lot for me." Mo Ran was silent for a while and said in a low voice, "For the past five years, I have hoped that I can get better every day, because Master can do everything by myself. I just want to know how to do it a little more than Master. This will allow Master to use me and repay Master. After so much tempering, I still feel that I am grateful to you. Maybe Master will never be able to pay back my kindness in my life. So..."

He lowered his head and unconsciously clamped his hands into fists beside his legs.

The rain on the ground gradually gathers into a stream, and the water blossoms bloom and bloom again.

"So, let me leave it to me in the future, such as holding an umbrella."

Chu Wanning didn't say anything and looked at him quietly.

"I want to hold an umbrella for my master for the rest of my life."

"..." Chu Wanning felt very hot. It was such a heartwarming sentence. After hearing it, he suddenly felt that he wanted to cry.

Even though I have experienced so much pain, I will not easily show weakness.

He seemed like a traveler who had been walking for a long time, and finally found a place to sit and a place to lie down and rest.

He fell down, and his bones seemed to fall apart.

This life.

Mo Ran is twenty-two years old this year. Someone has said that after a person is twenty, the time he sees is different from before twenty. Before twenty, three or five years, it seems that it is so long that it can be called a lifetime.

But after the age of twenty, you will begin to feel that time is rushing, the dead will never return, and everything will be in a hurry.

He said he would stop in such a hurry and hold an umbrella for him.

Chu Wanning had too little warmth, and such kindness suddenly appeared in her chest, and she felt it hurt so much. He looked at Mo Ran and the man with his head down. He suddenly said, "Mo Ran, look at me."

The man raised his face.

Chu Wanning said: "You say it again."

Mo Ran looked at him. This face was still a little unfamiliar to Chu Wanning, and it was different from those who had once been ridiculous in their dreams.

He was gentle, calm, resolute, with the passion of fire and the hardness of iron. Those two gazes were straight towards Chu Wanning, without hesitation or flashing.

It was obvious that Chu Wanning looked at him last five years ago, he was still a childish boy.

In a blink of an eye, he became such a heroic and resolute man.

The man knelt on one knee in front of him, raised his head and said, "Master, I want to hold an umbrella for you for the rest of my life."

Chu Wanning looked at him in a daze, his dark eyebrows, his handsome face, his bright eyes, and his high nose.

He had grown into an excellent pine and cypress, level with him, and then surpassed him. One day, Chu Wanning, a tree that had been standing in the wind and rain for too long, suddenly woke up from a dream in a dream. He blinked and saw the rain stop, the clouds cleared and the mist dissipated. In the tender early sun, there was a tree that was taller and more resolute than him, standing next to him. When the wind blew, golden light drifted, and pine waves in the pine trees.

This tree said it would be with him for the rest of his life.

Until they fell down, the sick trees became dead and the branches were no longer there. From then on, he was no longer alone every spring, summer, autumn and winter.

Chu Wanning looked at him and suddenly realized that Mo Ran was no longer the blood-stained and mottled apprentice he carried back from Caidie Town five years ago.

He stood in the rain, under the barrier of flying crabapple flowers. For the first time, he carefully looked at Mo Ran carefully and without any leakage, and the life that this man promised for him.

Then Chu Wanning's heartbeat suddenly became faster.

He suddenly realized that Mo Ran was so charming, from the arch bulging at his nose to his lips, from the sharp and tough chin, to the Adam's apple.

If I had just loved Mo Ran in the past and could be hidden, but today I met again, I felt that this man had become a fire and could easily ignite his handful of firewood, and the flames that covered the sky would almost burn the sky.
To be continued...