"..."

The ink burns like a chicken.

After a long time, he scratched his face and squinted back and forth, and waved his hand again and again. "No, that, I don't know. This is not my handkerchief. Where did my handkerchief go?... I, I, 唉I really jumped into the Yellow River and couldn’t wash it..."

He stared at the silk handkerchief embroidered with a hint of jellyfish, but he couldn't remember how he would have such an object. Anxious to get angry for a long time, suddenly patted his head.

"what!"

"……what happened……"

"I remembered!" The ink sighed and took the handkerchief from the teacher's hand and smiled. "Sorry, this is really not mine, can't give it to you."

Teacher: "..."

I didn't say anything.

"But this is not a teacher's respect. Don't see the sea otter is the master." The ink-burning handles are folded, and they are back in their arms. Obviously, they feel very relaxed and relieved because they have not mistakenly taken the teacher's sacred. "This is a summer teacher."

The teacher is thoughtful: "Xia Shidi?"

"Yeah, I live with him these days, maybe it is a wash, I took it wrong in the morning, haha, I am embarrassed."

"... um, it doesn't matter." The teacher still smiled softly and then got up. "It's not early, let's go, let's pick up the summer brother."

The two went out of the house and went straight to the prison.

However, it was not too far away, but the footsteps of the teacher’s sister gradually slowed down. At the beginning, it was not obvious. However, it was cold and it was a fall of a piece of gravel. It was a slammed drop. Fortunately, the ink burned away and caught it in time. he.

When the ink burned, he was pale and bloodless, and he couldn’t help but be surprised: "What happened to you?"

"It's a good thing." The teacher relieved his temper. "It's less to eat at lunch, no effort, rest for a while."

The more he wants to mix and confuse, the more he cares about the ink, the more he thinks about it, the lesser he is, the more difficult it is to eat, the consumption of this peach flower source needs to be replaced by feathers. He was given to him, and he was shut down these days. Xue Meng didn’t have a brain and didn’t know the caretaker...

The more I want to burn, the more I don’t feel at ease, I said, “You used to be in the martial art, and you often didn’t eat lunch, but you never saw you.” Where are you eating a meal? Tell me the truth, how long have you been hungry? ?"

"I……"

Seeing him swearing, the burning face is getting more and more gloomy, pulling him and going in the opposite direction.

The teacher hurriedly said: "A burning, where are you going?"

"Take you something to eat!" The ink burns badly. When you look back, your eyes are very distressed. "I am not here, will you not take care of yourself? Every time you remember others, do something first!" What about you? Have you considered yourself?"

"A burning..."

All the way dragged the division to the wine cellar, and it is reasonable to say that the teacher is attached to the healing system. Without the token, it is impossible to come to the place where the invading department is used. However, since the 18th accident, people are worried. In order to cope with the unexpected situation, Yumin has long cancelled the prohibition between the departments.

"What to eat? Tell yourself."

"You can eat whatever you want." The teacher looked a little guilty. "I'm sorry, I thought it was to help, and finally dragged your hind legs..."

"I am sorry for you and me." The ink burned his hand and bounced his forehead, slowing down the tone. "A la carte, I will pay the money after you finish it. You sit and eat well."

The teacher said: "What about you?"

"I have to pick up the summer brother, the murderer has not caught it. Although there are guards near the prison, I am still not at ease."

Hearing the smoldering to leave, there seems to be a flash of light in the division, but he quickly said: "Buy two buns, I will go with you and eat while walking."

Ink burning is trying to discourage, and suddenly heard a burst of snoring in the wine cellar, more than a dozen young female repairers dressed up in a slap in the haha.

"The treasurer, I am asking you something." A woman headed and asked with a smile, "Master brother... Did you set the banquet for this restaurant tonight?"

"Yeah, yeah." The shopkeeper's eyebrows opened his eyes and smiled. These feathers have been clarified these days. The masters love to drink and love to listen to the music. Every night, they will find a wine cellar to open a feast. As long as the "master brother" is in the place, there will be a group of awkward female practitioners flocking in advance.

Sure enough, those female practitioners became more and more excited at once, and they were too busy to set the table. From time to time, there were three or two sentences floating into the ear.

What are you talking about? "Xiaofang, look at my eyebrows today, can you look good? Will the masters be happy?" "Good-looking, then you look at my eye makeup, but he will not be more beautiful. I feel that I am thin?", and what "you are so beautiful, the master will like you, I saw him licking you a few eyes yesterday." "Oh, hate, how is it possible, or the sister is temperament, the master likes it." It’s a talented woman with a poem in her sister.”

"..."

In such an extraordinary period, these people can still be intoxicated by a man like a haze. The ink burns the mouth of the mouth and turns to the teacher. "The buns are buns. We buy and leave, leaving you alone in this tiger wolf's cave. I am also not at ease."

The teacher looked at his expression and couldn't help but smiled and shook his head.

The best taste in this building is that I can't stop the big meat bag, and I bought ten cigarettes in one breath, all of them gave the teacher a sigh. Walking on the road, from time to time glanced at the sweet teacher, the ink burned finally relaxed.

But no one thought that it was this buns that hurt the teacher.

He had a weak stomach and stomach. The grain rice was not long, and the stomach was empty. He suddenly ate this heavy oil bag, and soon the stomach could not stand the pain.

This ink burned completely unable to pick up the late night, and quickly rushed the painful face of the sweaty shouting back to Ling Xiaoge, placed on the bed of the newly packed bedroom, went to the outside to ask the doctor.

I opened the medicine, fed the warm water, and burned it on the side of the couch. I looked at the teacher’s appearance and blamed myself: "I still hurt? I will help you."

The voice of the teacher is very soft and weak: "Don't...it's a good thing..."

However, the slender, slender hand of the burnt bones has been taken over, pressed against his stomach by the bedding, and gently pressed.

Xu is that he is just right, it is very comfortable, after all, the teacher did not say anything, he gradually relaxed his breath under the body's own care, and fell asleep.

The ink burned until he sank, and he was ready to leave.

However, he has not yet got up, but his hand has been caught.

The ink-burning scorpion is suddenly big, and the black light flashes with a faint glow: "Shi...?"

"Pain... don't go..."

The beauty on the couch is still closed, it seems to be a nightmare.

The ink burns in a dull position, and the teacher never asks someone to help him with anything. He has always helped others without paying attention, and only when he is asleep, will he be so soft and not burned.

Then he sat back on the couch and looked at the face of the nightmare with a focus on his face, while continuing to help him slowly lick his stomach. Outside the open window, the peach blossoms fell, and the sky was dark.

When I remembered that the ink burned and I finally agreed to the dinner of the younger brother, it was already midnight.

"It’s over!" The ink burned and jumped up, and patted his head. "It’s over!!"

At this time, the teacher also had a deep sleep, and the ink burned a step and went outside to want to go to the prison hole. In the sky, a blue light suddenly appeared, and the elders held a child in their arms. The children were carrying a small crock in their arms, and the two descended from the sky.

"Elders!"

I slightly blamed the ink and glanced at it: "What happened? Didn't you say that you picked him up? If I didn't feel relieved, I looked at it in the past, jade... cough, I am afraid I will be in prison. Wait until tomorrow is bright."

"It is the disciple's fault." The ink burned his head down. After a while, he couldn't help but look up at Chu Yuning. "Teacher..."

放 Put Chu nightning down, Chu nighting holding a crock, quietly glanced at the ink: "Have you ever had dinner?"

Why didn’t he expect that the first sentence he opened was actually this, and the ink burned: “No, not yet...”

Chu night Ning came over and gave him the earthen jar. He said plainly: "It's still hot, drink some."

The ink burned in place, and it didn't move for a long time. When he reacted to himself, he had already hugged the little guy and the earthen jar and hugged it in his arms.

"Okay, I drink."

The silly boy was afraid that the soup was cold, and he put the robe out of the can, so the little body was slightly colder.

The ink burned against his forehead, and he snorted gently. The truth that had never been said in his life blurted out: "I'm sorry, I am not good."

Say goodbye to the two, the two returned to the house.

The robe has been rumpled and can no longer be worn. The ink burns the child cold, and goes to the inner room to turn a small blanket to the night. Chu night Ning yawned, holding a small crock to climb to the bench, is preparing to take two small bowls of soup. Suddenly my eyes narrowed twice, and my eyes fell on the meat bag left by the teacher.

"..."

Jumping off the stool, Chu night Ning squatted into the bedroom, looking at the beautiful woman lying on the couch with no expression, no anger or snoring, just feel that the bones in the seams are a little bit of coldness, so that the party is still warm A heart diameter freezes directly to the cold and waves.

When the ink burned back to the kitchen, Chu nightning still sat by the window by the window, one foot on the bench, one foot hanging down, and the arm was free to sit on the window.

Hearing the movement, he faintly turned back to his face and glanced at the ink.

"Come on, find a piece of firefox blanket, you are draped first, cool at night."

Chu nightning did not speak.

The ink burned away and handed the blanket to him. Chu did not pick up the night, but just shook his head and slowly closed the scorpion.

"What's wrong? Don't you like it?"

"..."

"Then I will look for you again and see if there is anything else."

The ink burned and laughed, and licked the hair of the late night, turned and prepared to find another piece, but suddenly found the crock on the table disappeared. Can not help but sighed: "My soup?"

"Who said it is yours." Chu Yuening finally spoke, the voice is cold, "my."

The ink burned the mouth of the mouth, thinking that he had a childish temper: "Well, yours is yours, then your soup?"

Chu night Ning indifferently said: "Throw it."

"Throw, throw...?"

Chu nightning ignored him again, leaping down the bench lightly and turned to push the door out.

"Hey? Teacher? Brother, where are you going?" The ink didn't take the blanket, the murderer was unclear, and the outside was not safe. He quickly followed.

But under the peach tree, the small crock with the stew was still stupidly stuttered and not thrown away. The ink burned a sigh of relief, and I thought that it was always wrong to do it myself. The younger brother who was just not angry might be forbearing. He couldn’t help but find that he couldn’t help but anger.

So I walked over and sat next to the night.

Chu Yuning was under the peach tree, picked up his small crock, and ignored the ink. A person opened the cover and took a spoon larger than his face. He wanted to reach into the soup and found that he could not stretch. Going in, I couldn't help but be more angry. I smashed the spoon and smashed it, sitting there holding the jar in a daze.

The ink burned his cheeks and his side was on his side to give him an idea: "You are drinking directly. Anyway, we are here, we are not shameful."

"..."

"Don't drink? Don't drink me, this is the first time that my brother gave me soup, not to waste." He teased him and said that he would go to win the jar with a smile.

Unexpectedly, Chu Xi Ning slaps his hand and slaps his hand: "Go away."

"..." The ink burned his eyes and always felt that the feeling of this conversation was familiar, but then he smiled and smiled. "Teacher, I am not good, don't be angry. I originally wanted to come." Pick you up, but your Ming brother suddenly became unwell, so I was delayed. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

Chu nightning is still holding his head down and not talking.

"Then look, I am busy till now, I haven't eaten dinner. I am really hungry." The ink burned his sleeves poorly. "Teacher, kind brother, my good teacher, beg you, just Appreciate your brother's soup and drink it."

"..."

Chu night Ning moved a bit, finally put the soup jar on the ground, slightly raised the head slightly biased, still turn away. It means letting the ink burn to take it.

The ink burned and laughed: "Thank you, my brother."

The small crocks filled with the fullness of the coffin, only a glance at the younger brother to eat very little, but left most of the meat to him, so much meat, soup is rare.

The ink burned for a while, the eyebrows bent, and Wen said: "Where is the soup, it is clearly a pot of stew. The younger brother is kind."

"..."

Not much to gossip about, gossip to take care of the teacher for a long time, is really hungry, not to mention the younger brother of the mind, but can not be wasted. He folded the twigs of the two peach trees, and gathered the gas to trim the rough branches neatly, filling them into chopsticks and stuffing a piece of chicken into his mouth.

"Wow, it's so sweet."

The ink burned with chicken and the eyes were stained with mist. He smiled and said: "It's delicious. My family can really do it."

In fact, this canned soup is not delicious, too salty, but for the sake of the younger brother, the ink is still very hard to squat, and soon eats most of the chicken, and Chu Yuning did not go to see him from beginning to end. At a glance, sit next to me in silence.

He snorted and drank a large soup. The soup was salty than the meat. The entrance was even bitter, but it could be tolerated.

The ink burned and picked up a chicken leg, and was about to put it in his mouth. He suddenly slammed it: "How many legs does a chicken have?"

Naturally nobody cares about him.

The ink burned itself and replied: "Two."

Then he looked at the chicken legs sandwiched by chopsticks and looked at the remaining bones that he had just eaten.

"..."

The dull man finally looked up and asked Chu Yuning: "Teacher, you... is it..." The second half of the sentence did not have the courage to ask for an exit.

Are you waiting for me, not having dinner?

This can of soup is meat. Are you waiting for me? When the soup is almost dry, there is only meat left. After playing it, it is only a little bit pitiful, and I thought...

I thought you had eaten it... I left some for it... I thought it was your craftsmanship, and made a good chicken soup and made a stewed chicken...

The ink burned down the crock.

But he found it too late, there is no more meat left in the jar.

Chu nightning finally spoke.

The sound is still calm and nice, with some tenderness and clarity.

"You said, I want to come back to eat. So I waited." He slowly said, no joy or no sorrow, "If you don't eat, at least ask someone to bring a letter, don't let me be a fool." ."

"Younger brother..."

Chu nightning still does not go to see him, sideways, ink burned and did not see his look.

"You bring someone a letter to me, tell me that you are going to accompany the teacher... Tell me that you are going to accompany Ming Jing brother. Is it difficult?"

"..."

"You take my crock, before you drink the soup, you talk so much, you ask me if I have eaten. Is it difficult?"

"..."

"Before you eat, you can see that there are several chicken legs in this jar. Is it difficult?" The last sentence is a bit funny. It sounds ashamed and still can't help. However, the burnt pear vortex has not yet melted, and it will condense.

Little teacher, crying.

If it is an adult form, he will not shed tears because of such small things, but everyone does not know that picking the heart will cause him to become smaller, but his mind will not be greatly affected, but it will eventually spread. If the qi is physically weak, it is more accessible to the child's heart.

This hidden nature is extremely difficult to detect, so neither Mrs. Wang nor the elders of the wolf were found.

"I will be hungry, and I will be uncomfortable. I am also a human being..." Even though the child’s heart has prevailed, Chu’s lateness is still suppressed. He silently whispers, but his shoulders tremble, tears. The cockroach rolled down and the eyes were wet red.

So many years, when the elders of Yuheng are forbearing, no one loves them, no one is accompanying them, they always do not care, and walk away in a desperate crowd.

However, only when the heart is infected with a few children's ideas, will the truth be told, then it will collapse, and the stagnation that has accumulated for so long will be spoken.

He is not not good to others, but many things are done silently.

But silently, no one saw, no one cares, time is long, it is also suffering.

The smoldering saw the little brother's shoulder tremble slightly, his heart was uncomfortable, and he reached out and touched it, but he was unconsciously opened by the other party without touching it.

"Younger brother..."

"Don't touch me." Chu Yuening is strong after all. Whether he is old or young, he wipes his tears and suddenly stands up. "I went to sleep, and you will accompany your younger brother. Give me a little further."

"........."

When he was angry, even the teacher was actually more forgotten than the age of the ink.

The ink burned open his mouth and wanted to say something, but Chu Xiaoning had already left his hand and quickly entered another bedroom, and slammed the door.

But in this Lingxiao Pavilion, there are only two bedrooms in one courtyard.

The original intention of the smoldering was to let the teacher sleep with himself, and he and the younger brother squeezed one, but the younger brother was so angry and lost the lock. It seems that the younger brother’s room could not go.

He is not willing to sleep on the bed of the teacher. What's more, he was accused by Chu Ningning, and he cried the other party. He was in a chaotic mood. He didn’t have the heart to think about those winds and snows. He just sat in the courtyard full of peach blossoms, holding the Chu in his hands. The night can bring the earthen jars to yourself. After a long time, he sighed and raised his hand to give himself a slap in the face, whispering: "Not something."

So this night, the ink burned simply with the sky as the cover, the ground as a seat, lying on the ground covered with peach blossoms, staring at the sky.

The younger brother... the teacher... the teacher... Xue Meng... The fake hook of Jin Chengchi, the murderer who has never appeared... The Chu and his sons in the fantasy...

Many vague shadows crossed his eyes, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong, but the feeling was too weak, and even if he had not noticed himself, it disappeared.

Recipe, Shining.

Raised his hand to catch a fallen peach blossom, and the ink burned against the moonlight and looked at the dark soul.

For a moment, it seems to be back to the end of the previous life, and I lie in the shackles that I had built before, and that day the flowers of the mountains are fading and dying.

It’s just the sea otter.

Sea otter...

Why he clearly knows that in the past and present, he loves the teacher, but before he died, he made a difference, buried himself under the jellyfish tree, buried in the tower of the Tongtian Tower, and buried it in the place where he met with Chu. .

Many things that I have done in my previous life, now I want to be shocked, live alive, and live longer, the more I can't understand why I was so cruel.

The massacre, the bully, the sorcerer... also forced Chu tonight and himself to do such things...

The ink burned away the peach blossoms, and covered his hands with his hands, slowly closing his eyes.

The younger brother just said, "I will be hungry, I will be sad, I am also a human." This sentence has been lingering in my ear. The person who spoke is a younger brother, but for a moment, the other person’s mind is reflected in the mind. Figure.

It was a man in a snow-colored coat. In a blink of an eye, the white robes turned into a twilight phoenix robe, like a ghostly ceremonial illusion with his worship.

"I am also a human..."

It will be sad and it will hurt.

Ink burning...

I will also hurt.

The smoldering suddenly felt a violent sorrow in the heart. It seemed that something was going to come out, and the forehead oozing fine cold sweat.

He closed his eyes and gasped slowly.

Muttered: "...sorry..."

I don't know who to apologize to, the younger brother, or the old man of the robes and robes...

In the bedroom, the teacher sat up.

He didn't light up, and the crystal-clear feet came quietly to the window, through the window slits, and looked far away from the petals lying on the outside, one hand still holding the ink of the earthen jar, the twilight was dull, I don't know Think about something.

The next morning, the ink lying between the flowers and the wrinkles wrinkled the nose, breathed a swig of fresh air, stretched out and prepared to get up.

However, the lazy waist did not stretch half, and the steep scream screamed through the silence of Ling Xiaoge.

"what--!!!"

The ink burned and blinked, and when he got up, the sight in front of him was so cold that he was cold and stunned!

The fifteen feather elites who were in charge of the Lingxiaoge were all strangled overnight, and the death method was the same as that of the 18th. Each person had a red vine in the neck.

- Hell!

The fifteen people were hung in the peach blossom forest in the Lingxiaoge. The red sleeves fluttered, the long skirts and the ground, and the body swayed with the wind blowing through the forest. It looked like fifteen dried flowers. It is 凄 诡谲 诡谲, yin and exquisite.

It was the low-ranking feathers who sent the breakfast. She was trembling with trepidation. The bamboo basket in her hand had already fallen to the ground, and the porridge noodles spilled over the ground.

Seeing the burning in the yard, the people shook even more, and slammed their hands and squatted something behind them.

The ink burned subconsciously: "No, you listen to me..."

It was too late, and the feathers touched the bruises on his back. The collapse of the curse is the first important way of communication for the Yu people. It is almost a moment, and the feathers of the peach blossom forest have turned their fiery wings down from the sky and black.

Everything in front of me made everyone stunned.

"A sister!!"

"sister--!"

After the death, there were screams and crying in the feathers. This vast movement has brought the monks of Taohuayuan to one after another. Exclaimed and questioned, anger and jealousy, and soon surrounded the entire Lingxiao Pavilion.

"Ink burning! What do you have to say now!"

"The murderer! The heart is mad!"

Those feathers are already angry and rushing to the crown, and they screamed sharply and screamed: "Kill the man! Kill him! Kill him!"

The smoldering of the ink is really a hundred words. He said: "If I am a murderer, I can kill them all, and why should I stay in this ridge? Don't you wait for you to catch?"

A feathery red feathered man screamed in a row: "Hey! All, it’s already like this, you actually, you actually have a face..."

Some people also angered: "If you are not a murderer, why did the murderer kill all the defensive, but not kill you?"

"Yes!"

"It’s really a matter of knowing people and knowing what to do!"

"If the murderer is not you, it is definitely someone who has something to do with you! Otherwise why he doesn't kill you! You say it!"

"eye for eye!"

The ink is really angry.

In the past life, he killed people like numb, and few of them dared to ask him "blood debts to pay for blood". In this life, he was not killed by him. Instead, he was smashed. This world is really... he closed his eyes and was What to say, suddenly a red glow of the sky flew over.

The feathers of the people fell from the clouds, and they looked around and looked very ugly.

"Ink rain."

"On the fairy."

Yumin Shangxian stared at him for a while, and went to one of the dead bodies, picking up the willows with blood-stained neck and neck.

"What about your weapon? Take it out and see."

"..."

"You don't want it?"

The ink sighed and his sword was a ghost. During this period of cultivation, I did not know how many people had seen it. When there were 18 incidents, there were a large number of people glimpsed. At this time, I took it out and compared the ghosts with the wickers on the neck of the dead feathers, which undoubtedly added another hammer to his guilt. But if you don't take it, then it is even more guilty.

The sound of "嗖", a fiery red light appeared in his palm, and the ghosts turned out from his bones, and the red brilliance bursting with smashing bursts. "Look at the fairy, then let's see."