He quickly returned. In addition to serving a bowl of rice, he also brought a food box and sat next to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning was a little surprised and hesitated: "Don't you... go to Shimei's table?"

Mo Ran was stunned: "Why should I go to that table?"

Hearing him say this, Chu Wanning suddenly felt happy, he lowered his eyes and coughed slightly: "I think the dishes over there are suitable for your taste."

Mo Ran looked at his ears slightly red, and suddenly realized that Chu Wanning was jealous, right? His heart was throbbing, Zhan Yan smiled, and whispered in his ear: "Where are you, it's up to my taste."

Chu Wanning's ears turned red this time.

He originally leaned against Mo Ran's knees, but he felt very sensitive at this time and wanted to move it away. Mo Ran was unwilling to do so. He touched Chu Wanning's legs with the cover of the table.

"you--!"

This sound attracted the attention of others: "What's wrong with the Immortal Lord?"

Chu Wanning knew that he had made a mistake and forced himself to calm down and said, "It's nothing."

Mo Ran held back his laughter, he thought Chu Wanning was really interesting.

He actually didn't want to do anything ridiculous and lustful. After all, this is a matter of killing five hundred enemies and losing one thousand of them. He just doesn't want Chu Wanning to be so far away from him.

So he grabbed Chu Wanning's leg and turned him back childishly, asking him to lean on him.

Chu Wanning moved away and he broke it back.

In the end, Chu Wanning couldn't stand it anymore and kicked him under the table, but finally stopped running.

Mo Ran smiled.

Chu Wanning said: "You are simply sick."

The two of them had a meal.

Mo Ran looked at Chu Wanning's bowl first. Sure enough, there were only a few simple vegetables and a piece of tofu. The soup bun was already rushing to eat by other ignorant children on the table.

Mo Ran handed him the bamboo food box.

"What?"

Mo Ran whispered: "Xiaolong, six crab roe and six shrimps, I specially made it for you... Shu, don't make a sound, eat it quickly, I'll know that you've been on the dining table and can never rob anyone else."

“…”

On a table, I was eating a small kitchen by myself. This was too obvious. Chu Wanning felt a little embarrassed and didn't want to move. But when he saw Mo Ran's eyes staring at him seriously and sincerely, there was still some flour crumbs on his cheeks, and he couldn't say anything he refused.

What's more, that sentence, specially made for you, sounds really exciting.

Chu Wanning didn't say anything. After a while, he silently opened the food box and then raised the bamboo lid. The fresh and fragrant and hot crab meat cage was eaten here. The rich and scalded soup was gushing out of the shattered dough, making the heart warm.

"Is it delicious?" The man looked at him with a beacon, hoping to get praise.

Chu Wanning bit the chopsticks and said, "It's not bad, you can try one too."

"I won't eat it anymore, it's all for you." Mo Ran smiled, his dark eyes were full of light and heat. "Just like it, let's have another shrimp?"

The man is focused, and the flour on his cheeks sets off his bright black eyes, making people feel pitiful and cute.

Although Chu Wanning was still a little confused about Mo Ran's choice and did not understand why he abandoned his master and turned to him, at this moment, Mo Ran's eyes were too pure and too determined, and he could no longer tolerate anything else, enough to make anyone who was stared at like him feel at ease.

After dinner, the village chief invited everyone to watch the show outside the ancestral hall. The stage was placed by the river. The cymbals sounded, the huqin plucked, and the literary, Danjiao, Shengjiao, Huayan, and the clown appeared one after another, and performed to the lively place. The water sleeves danced, and the face changed. The kettle grabbed the colorful gold fire lock with the rosin spray, and raised his head and bulged with anger. In an instant, the fire was raging, and the jade head was shining, which won the audience cheers and cheers.

Chu Wanning was originally unwilling to watch this trick. First, because the mortal tricks were too clumsy, he could see through the mystery at a glance, which would have lost a lot of fun and excitement. Second, because the people watching the show were shoulder to shoulder, and the scene was very lively, which made him unlucky to live.

He was not interested, and Shi Mei was not interested. Both of them were planning to leave. Mo Ran didn't say anything, walked beside them, and finally looked back at the stage.

The master said gently: "Let's go, it's too late to go back. Lord should be worried."

"Um."

Mo Ran said nothing and lowered his head to follow. But after walking a few steps, he heard Chu Wanning ask indifferently: "Do you want to see?"

"It's quite interesting to play Wang Kai and Shi Chong fighting for wealth."

He didn't say he wanted to see it, nor did he say he didn't want to see it, but Chu Wanning quietly listened to him and said, "Then go back and watch it before leaving."

Shi Mei was slightly stunned: "Master, staying for supper has delayed the time for delivery of the appointment. If you staying for the show again..."

Chu Wanning said: "Just see this, and leave after reading it."

Shi Mei was very gentle and smiled and said, "Okay, listen to Master."

The three of them returned to the stage and squeezed into the lively crowd. Many of the people in Linyi had never been to Sichuan and Shu before, and had never seen Sichuan opera. They were shocked by the flying sleeves and the chaotic change of faces. The short children could not see the table, some were held by adults and rode on their necks, while others climbed onto the table and looked around with their feet.

"The king gave me the coral and jade tree, and the precious light--"

"Wang Kai" and "Shi Chong" on the stage were striving to climb wealth and glory, blushing and thick-necked to push each other down.

"Who can do the road to return for fifty miles of purple silk?"

"Okay! Hahaha, let's have another time!"

Everyone who watched the show had light in their eyes, and the child had pastries stuffed in his mouth, freed up his hands and followed the adults to slap their faces desperately.

This is not the upper world with a wide range of manners. No one is sitting stupidly watching the show. Qingqing sips of jasmine tea, the servant pinchs his back, the maid slaps his palm, and the air conditioning below the stage makes the actors on the stage feel refreshed and the taste is relaxed. A song of farewell to the king sounds like a turtle farewell to cricket.

These people are simple and ancient, and they are all standing and applauding, raising their feet and shouting, vulgar and lively. Chu Wanning stood in the wave of his chest pressing against his back, and didn't know how to deal with it. A boring person like him would probably rather sit in the upper world and listen to the turtle and leave the crickets than watch Wang Kai fight Shi Chong in the crowd.

There is another person who doesn't like this intense emotion just like him.

Shi Mei stood for a while, as if she was shocked by the sound of suona cymbals, but she still stood there with a good temper until a big man next to her was excited because of the part where he saw the "breaking the coral tree". He jumped up and slapped his palms. He accidentally bumped into the tea that another man next to him was holding. The hot tea splattered on Shi Mei in front of him.

"Oh! Sorry! Sorry!"

"Immortal Lord, I'm really embarrassed. Look at me, so big-handed."

Shi Mei hurriedly said, "It's okay, it's not intrusive."

But the clothes were dirty and wet. He sighed and said to Chu Wanning helplessly: "Master, why don't I go back first, go back and change my clothes, and then tell the Lord the result of the appointment."

Chu Wanning said: "Okay, be careful on your own way."

Shi Mei smiled, said hello to Mo Ran, and left first. Chu Wanning felt that his escape technique was good, so why didn't he find someone to bump into him? In this way, he wouldn't have to be wrapped up by the crowd of enthusiastic people. Just as he was thinking about this, he suddenly heard another burst of jubilation around him. He looked up at the stage. It turned out that the character who was playing Wang Kai was acting in anger. His angrily beards blew straight, holding a fire pack, and suddenly spit out a huge flame to the surface of the river.

"boom--"

The river is rippling, and the rippling water waves are soaked in orange-red.

"Wow! OK!"

"Put again! Do it again!"

"..." Chu Wanning was a little confused. What's so good about this... Let Xue Meng come over and burn it for hundreds of times without using a fire bag.

In the absence of interest, I suddenly saw Mo Ran’s smile beside me. The tall man didn’t need to step on his feet, and just stood calmly in his place, no one could block his sight. His handsome face was illuminated by the fire, his dimples were deep, his eyes were soft but deep, and there seemed to be something that no one looked at.

He noticed Chu Wanning's gaze, but he turned around, but smiled brighter. His dark eyes seemed a little wet, and there seemed to be nothing. It was just Chu Wanning's illusion.

"When I was a child, I often went outside the theater to listen to this. Every time I didn't wait until the show was finished, I was driven away by the old man in charge." Mo Ran's tone was casual and calm, "This is the first time I have heard the whole story... Does Master like it?"

“…”

Chu Wanning looked at his eyes and finally said.

"Yeah, that's not bad."

Mo Ran smiled, and the night seemed to be bright. A faint chant suddenly appeared on the stage. As soon as it came out, it rose again and again. The eyebrows were as dark as smoke, the indigo feathers were shining. The king was exhausted. How could the concubine have lived?

"Oh, Farewell My Concubine." Mo Ran turned his head and looked at it, and smiled, "Let's go, Dou Fu has finished watching it, I'm satisfied, let's go back."

"Look for a while."

"Um?"

"It's not boring, it's okay to see a few more."

Mo Ran raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he was surprised, and then he smiled and said, "Okay."

Farewell My Concubine, Jinshan Temple, was sentenced to double nails, and sat in the building to kill Xi.

Once out, no one left. As time went by, people became more and more excited and energetic.

Some old men were following the Yan Ma Zi on the stage and chanted: "A good word warms up in three winters, and a bad word hurts people in six months--"

When the performance was intense, Song Jiang suddenly killed someone, winning applause. The applause even overshadowed the singers on the stage. Chu Wanning was pushed and patted by the drunk villagers on the shoulders with a smile, but she was so embarrassed that she had no way out and was not easy to get angry. It was just when she was in a dilemma that a pair of warm hands placed on his shoulders.

He turned around and faced Shang Mo Ran's eyes. The man had stood behind him at some point. He smiled and brought him over, so that he could rely on him and no longer be disturbed by the people around him.

For a moment, the laughter and gongs and drums became so far away. Chu Wanning's ears became slightly hot. He looked at Mo Ran for a moment, and finally turned his face and didn't want to look at him again.

But the temperature behind it was so hot, the breath was so burning, the strong chest was pressed against him, and his hands were clearly tied to his shoulders. As the skin drum became denser, the fire-breathing scene came out again, and people's eyes were attracted, drinking, slapping and slapping.

Chu Wanning also wanted to slap his hands reluctantly, pretending to be calm.

But before his hand was raised, Mo Ran wrapped himself in behind him. Perhaps it was because he felt that no one would notice it, or perhaps it was being pushed and tightened by the people around him, or perhaps it was just because in such a grand and lively manner, he would want to get closer to the closest people and get closer, and he would want to rub it into one and blend the bones and blood.

In short, Mo Ran lowered his eyes, hugged him from behind, wrapped him in his arms, hugged the person in his arms with strong arms, and turned his face to the back. At the moment when the fire on the stage shone on the night, he kissed Chu Wanning's ear.

Suddenly, the flames suddenly rose, illuminating the actor's face and burning into the audience's heart.

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

“…I thought too much, I like it.”
To be continued...