This evening, Chu nightning was lying on the bed of the red lotus water, and turned to the opposite side, unable to sleep.

He is thinking about how the ink burns will grow into what it is today. The ink master, the ink rain, and the closed eyes are the heroic faces of the man, his eyes are blazing, his fort.i.tude and gentleness are lingering inside.

Chu Xiaoning snorted and kicked the quilt. The quilt slipped down the bed. He was lying on the bed in a big shape, looking up at the beam and looking at the beam.

He did his utmost to make himself break free from the sea and cut off his love until he was exhausted.

"Ink rains you this beast," he muttered.

Turning his head, but unable to get rid of the trend of thought, the hot and tight body seen in the sound pool seems to still shake in front of him, he saw wide shoulders, lines of sharp back, turned around, hot spring water along the mermaid The line is slowly flowing down...

He slammed up from the bed, his face was blue, and he never dared to think about it.

Grabbing a book at hand, like grabbing a life-saving straw.

Poor Chu night Ning Yingming I, nowadays actually fell to rely on books to get rid of the demons. The book that was spread out did not know which one was Xue Meng bought. When I opened it, I saw a dense row of flies and heads. When Chu Ning was at the beginning, I couldn’t see it. After a while, I suddenly realized what I was reading.

I saw a thin line of paper, and wrote a line of words:

"The Age of the Entrepreneur in the Year of Compilation"

Every word is known, but piled together, but I can't understand it.

Sheng Nian Yingjie... Size... Ranking?

what size?

Body size?

Looking down, a little small handwriting is also prepared next to it: because this row is involved in Yinghao, there are never bathers outside, not close to the flowers, so the list is not complete, Confucianism Yingjie lacks Nangong Temple, Xu Shuanglin size, lonely moon night The lack of size of the ginger, the lack of Xuemeng, Xie Fengzhen, Chu Yuning...

"...?"

Chu night Ning took a look.

What do you mean? Their size also needs to be bathed outside, to go to Hualiu Lane to see it?

I actually saw my name...

He frowned, pointed to the famous fingertips and continued reading. Unfortunately, the first name made him stunned.

Light rain.

Ident.i.ty: The son of a dead child, Mo Zongs.h.i.+

Chu nightning recalled the shape of the ink burning, this kid is indeed a high prestige, but it is not always ranked first?

Looking down, it’s written, “De Yutang’s view during bathing is not a vulgar thing, it’s amazing.”

"..."

Deyutang bathing...

Not a vulgar thing...?

Chu Xi Ning faintly felt that something was wrong, but his thoughts were purely used, so he pondered for a long time, and did not figure out what was wrong with him. He had to continue reading.

The second one is a piece of sanitation that he has not heard of. He also wrote a "When the wild forest bathing, it is very good."

"What is messy." Chu nightning has some resentment. "Although the shoes can increase or decrease the size of the crown, but it is not too much difference. Why do you have to wait for someone to take a shower and peep into it? Now how can folks popular such books? ......"

See the third place -

Mei Hanxue

Ident.i.ty: Kunlun Teng Xue Palace teacher

This time, the small characters next to it are different. The writing is not about the bathing concept, but the "Spring Yinglou's nephew, and the other women in the realm of comprehension. Mei Gongzi can make the woman soft into water. The ossification is mud, and the night is ten people, not to mention."

Chu nightning: "...................................."

After a few deaths, Yu Heng’s head slammed and blew. He threw the book from the head of the bedroom like a hot potato, and he slammed it to the other end, and his face was red and his eyes flashed, and the whole person was discouraged.

What did he see?

what size! Rao is he is slow again, and at this time he feels that the taste is coming. What size can this be? Oh, no shame! Widowed! Oh dirty! I don't know how to be ashamed! ! !

Sitting in bed for a long time, Chu nightning still feels incomprehensible, and gets out of bed to pick up the booklet, the force between the fingers, the paper was suddenly shattered into pieces of debris...

However, "it is not a vulgar thing, it is amazing" eight words, but like a red soldering iron, slammed into his heart, making him red and red, if the heart is thunder.

He is an extremely positive person, only in the wonderful sound pool, the purpose of the lithography moves up, there is no place to look at it, and the steam in the pool is swaying, the body is ambiguous in it, he even looks at it. Unclear, but at this time, this dirty book used eight words to present this picture to his eyelids. The text is often more lively and fragrant than the picture, which is convenient for Xiaoxiang.

It’s not a vulgar thing...

Chu night Ning smeared his face, half a squat, grabbed the quilt and covered his head.

On the first day of customs clearance, what happened to him in the end... Chu night Ning no regrets and thought - the world has changed, he hates not to lie back and die again!

However, the elders of Yuheng have always been strict with themselves, even if they have not had a good night's sleep, even if they are so horrified in their hearts, how can they feel uncomfortable? On the second day, he still gets up on time, grooming and dressing neatly, still a majestic and abstinent face, floating Under the death of the South Peak.

Today is a monthly inspection. The good and the bad are awesome. Thousands of disciples are there to play the military. The elders are on the high platform.

In the absence of five years, the position of Chu Yuening has not changed, and it is still located on the left side of Xue Zhengyi.

I only saw him stalking in the white, stunned, from the bluestone long-term line, and then wide-sleeved, sitting straight in the empty s.p.a.ce, gave himself a pot of tea, drink and watch.

Xue Zhengxuan saw that his face was not good. He thought that there was no feast in the ink, and he was so angry that he was so angry that he attached the past, with some pleasing meaning, and whispered: "Yu Heng, the fire is back."

Who knows that Chu’s eyebrows are pumping, and his face is even worse: “Well, I’ve seen it.”

"Ah? Have you seen it?" Xue Zhengyi stunned and nodded. "That's good, how? Is it getting a little more?"

"Ok……"

Chu Xiaoning did not want to continue to chat with Xue Zhengyi. After all, since yesterday, he has always had the sorrow of "not a vulgar thing". He did not intend to look for the burning figure in the bottom of the crowd, only bowed his head and looked at the table.

“A lot of fresh fruit snacks.”

Xue Zhengxi smiled: "Isn't it too early? I like to eat more."

Chu night Ning was also welcome, took a piece of lotus cake, and ate it with hot tea. The color of the lotus flower is gradual and orderly, from the bottom of the petals to the tip of the flower, the scent of the cardamom, the meringue is distinct, the entrance is crisp, and the bean paste wrapped in the scent of sweet-scented osmanthus is sweet.

"The craftsmans.h.i.+p of Lin'an Qingfeng Pavilion..." Chu night Ning whispered, turned to ask Xue Zhengyi, "Isn't the master of Meng Potang do it?"

"No, it’s a singer who brought it back to honor you." Xue Zhengyi smiled. "You don't see any other elders on the table."

"..." He said that Chu night Ning discovered that only the wooden case in front of him was full of local colors, cakes and candied fruit, and even a jasper-colored celadon bowl opened. The little cover of the squatting, there are not many more inside, holding three sweet dumplings.

The dumplings are not made of ordinary white glutinous rice. Instead, they use the enamel of Lin'an, and the crystal-clear one in the dough, the color of jade.

"Oh, this is a little thing that I went to Mengpotang in the morning to borrow the kitchen. The red one is the moon-filled bean paste stuffing, the yellow one is the peanut sesame stuffing, and the green one says that the dragon powder is ground with fine powder. The tender tea skins that are made are all very fresh things, that is, there is a little less..." Xue Zhengyi said, "Busy one morning, fine, and made three."

Chu nightning: "..."

"Yu Heng, are you enough to eat?"

"Yeah." Chu night quiet for a while, nodded.

He eats the dumplings. In fact, he only eats three, the first sweet, the second sweet, the third lame, and if he eats the fourth one, it is a bit greasy.

The ink burned just three pieces, but it was also a coincidence, not much more, just in line with his mind.

The white porcelain spoon licks the round and lovely glutinous powder soup pill, and sends it to the lips. It feels that the size is just right. It can be eaten in one bite. It is not like the one made by Meng Potang’s cook Yuanxiao, so big, it tastes sticky. Still laborious.

The person who makes the dumplings seems to know very well. He knows how much his mouth can hold, and what kind of food is in his mouth is not uncomfortable. The soft stuffing seems to be wrapped in endless relatives.

I don’t know why this thought made the late Ming Dynasty’s inexplicable heart sprout, and then died of shame and calmed down.

"His craftsmans.h.i.+p is not bad."

"Unfortunately, I only give you one person to do, others can't eat, even my uncle has no share." Xue Zhengyi sighed, very sorry.

Chu night Ning listened, faintly rubbed his lips, not snoring, only the spoon to stir the hot water in the bowl, the dumplings have been eaten, sweet just right, slowly melted in his heart.

After eating a snack, and no matter the hot and busy performances below, Chu Xiening took a file on the desk and went to see some rectifications and changes in the past five years.

These things are all sorted out by Xue Zhengyi, and the words are simple and concise. Chu Xiaoning quickly finished reading the file. Raised his hand to cover up, but saw that there was still a booklet underneath.

"This is..." He took it out and was a thick, thick wire-bound book. Xue Zheng glanced at him and smiled: "It is also a gift for you. I said yesterday that I was on the way back to fight with evil spirits. The book was accidentally splashed with blood, and many pages were torn. I am sorry to give it by myself. You, so I asked you to put it on your desk this morning."

Chu Xiaoning nodded and opened the book. The slender hand stroked the head of the scroll. The above-mentioned neatly written script, which read four words:

With my book.

His eyes were slightly enlarged and somewhat surprised.

Is this a letter written to him?

His heart suddenly seemed to be burnt by charcoal fire, and it was hot and painful. He narrowed his eyes and wanted to go to the bottom of the sea to find the figure of ink burning. He saw the armor, such as the fish.

When he could not find someone, he continued to look down at the letter.

It turns out that every day after the retreat of Chu, the ink burns will miss his master. There are many words in his heart. If he is afraid of time, he will forget it. So he found someone to make a solid book, a thick one, and there were 1,825 papers inside. He was fine. In five years, he wrote a letter to the teacher every day. From eating a particularly unpalatable leaf 耙, to today's cultivation, what is the experience, written on paper.

He originally counted 1,825 sheets of paper, not much more. After writing, the master should be out.

But sometimes I can't stop, the words are squeezed into a small group, eagerly rus.h.i.+ng on the paper, I can't let Chu Xiening also take a look at the sea buckthorn flowers of Mobei, the haze of Changbai Mountain, hate the dessert that I tasted today. Hide in the paper slits, waiting for the night to wake up and enjoy the same.

The line of small characters, from beginning to end, does not stop, there is no sensational statement, nor write any sad, sad things, only honestly remember every bright moment of five years, he only puts good things, and He shared.

So once a good page every day, in the end is naturally not enough, he attached a thick stack of letters, behind the booklet...

Chu nightning slowly flipped, his eyes were a little moist.

He looked at the ink-burning handwriting from childish to straight, from straight to handsome.

The latest ink stains seem to have not dried up, but the earliest handwriting has gradually become green.

The words "and my teacher's book", each one, each one is different, slowly... Time flies from the light hoof to the snowy white head.

In the end, the 翎毛丹青, 屈鐵斷金, the end is the hurricane flow, horizontal screen vertical hook.

Chu night Ning turned to the last page, fingers rubbing the four words of the head.

With my teacher's book, and my teacher's book.

He looked at the dignified ink, as if he had just seen the ink-burning nib just hung up, and the man put it down, the man looked up, no longer a teenager.

From the first to the last one, he seems to see that the ink burned from the age of sixteen to twenty-two, and his body gradually drawn, and his eyebrows gradually deepened.

Just every day, I will sit in front of the case and write a letter to him.

"Master!!"

I don't know when the performance of the military was over. Chu Xiaoning heard someone shouting at him, so he raised his head slyly and saw him at the forefront of the good and evil platform. Xue Meng excitedly waved at him.

Next to Xue Meng, a man with a wide shoulder and a narrow waist, his legs are long and standing, standing still, the face of the man after the performance of the martial arts exudes heat, sweat on his forehead, and the crystal s.h.i.+nes in the sunlight, like the bright fur of the cheetah.

When I saw the ink, I saw that he was watching him. He stunned and smiled. In the golden morning light, his smile is so charming and splendid, like the pines and cypresses soaked in the sun, swaying in the sand, his eyes are eager, the eyelashes are gentle, the tough and straight face seems shy, lively and blazing, dazzling G.o.d fans.

Good boy's son.

Chu night Ning quietly hugged his arms and sat on the high platform. He looked down at him proudly. Other people only saw that his expression was still cold, but no one knew that he had already been confused and lost his helmet.

In the crowd, the ink smiled and smiled, suddenly raised his hand, pointed to his own clothes, and pointed to the late night.

"..." Chu nightning did not react, Feng Xiao slightly picked up, looked at him doubtfully.

The ink burned more clearly, and his hands were on his lips, quietly making a few mouth shapes.

Chu nightning: "?"

The leaves are rustling, the morning breeze, the ink burns like some helplessness, the lips are rolling with a smile, shaking his head, and ordering his own clothes.

Chu nightning bowed his head, and after he had to squat, he smashed his ears.

"..."

Under the guidance of the apprentice, the elders of the prestigious Yu Heng finally found out that the morning was too hasty, and the red lotus water was piled up in a mess. He was casually, and he was still wearing the wrong one. Pieces.

... It is no wonder that when I walked today, I always felt that something was dragging on the ground! It turned out to be a dress! !

Light rain, you can. When Chu Ning was angry, he turned his face away. You have no eyesight to see, which pot does not open the pot of the pot!

The author has something to say: Today, the bib has four squares of "Dual Yeast Doublesaya", I want to know! Yesterday I went back to Shuang Yejun's comment! Why should Jinjiang pump me three times! ! Three times! ! ! I have all collapsed! ! ! Every time I look at the small four, I feel that it is cute! Meng cried! I like it very much~ Xue Mengmeng’s sparkling appearance is so cute~ The teacher’s cat claw quilt is also very cute~~ and the teacher’s sister suddenly becomes very handsome, what is going on, hahaha~ crab and double leaf! What? ! love you!

"Call for Qingqiu" wife... car cough and cough, in order to prevent snakes from entering the house, the wife will not open it publicly. If she wants to see the car map, she can privately use her, and the collar calls for Qingqiu and sends her "two ha ", she will send the picture to everyone~~ A lot of meat, eat very support, ah, praise the spring! Praise the beautiful body! And driving lady!

The small theater of "Frost, a sword and a meat bag", the mirror of the mirror tells me who is the best person in the world? As a result, Song’s sister was. .h.i.t in two consecutive years. Song’s heart was very painful. Hahahaha~ It’s a very interesting little theater. When I saw it at noon, I had to spray it out~ and I swiped the screen one by one to see the animation. The feeling of the film, the wife is really awesome~

"Mulberry" wife's master x dog couple couple avatar! ! Hey stopped me! ! ! I have made it a WeChat avatar! ! ! ! The dog is so handsome that I can't move my eyes! ! ! A demon expression! ! ! Obsessed with the screen for a hundred years! ! Really beautiful, ah, call the wife crazy ~ Master is also very handsome! ! But the dog is so handsome that I can't put down my phone! ! Ah! ! Crab crab lady~

The "Night Park Night Wind" wife's master respects the single person, wants to say that this teacher respects me and my impression, and will also write about the 15 or 6-year-old master statue is too much like ~ personally feel that the line draft is better than The color is better to see ~ the color is also good-looking, but the line is full of gas, I want to give the elders of Yu Heng an umbrella to lift the sedan (feeding the teacher to the master does not take the sedan!) Eyes. .h.i.t in place, a hundred percent ~ ~ Thank you wife! ! ! What? !

Small theater - dog correspondence content

To say that the ancients wrote letters and served "the book with Yuan Wei", it was very nauseating, and could not help but applaud the friends.h.i.+p between Mr. Bai Juyi and Mr. Yuan Zhen, hahahaha.

The dog's letters are not so complicated, and they will not talk to Bai Juyi as soon as they open the book. The greasy "micro" and "the heart of the paint", then what do the dogs write?

"Excerpts of Dog Letters"

Linyi almond sugar is delicious, it is a bit expensive, it costs to sell forty copper but it is delicious.

The potato stew was very delicious and it was not hungry for a good night.

I accidentally put the honey in the sacred sac in the roast chicken wings and delicious.

The fish in Quanzhou are especially delicious, delicious and delicious.

Master Wake up, eat together!