In the evening, tired birds homing. The disciples of the dead and the dead ended the day and went to Meng Potang. The ink burned but did not go, standing on the side of the wooden pile, seems to be waiting for someone.

Xue Meng has had a lot of relations.h.i.+p with him over the years, especially after the inspiration for the inspiration of the best stone to his dragon city knife, the gap between the brothers is no longer so clear. So Xue Meng turned to ask him: "Did you eat?"

"I will be there again."

The teacher stood in the setting sun, and even more lining the skin, such as gelatin, unparalleled. He smashed his hair and asked, "A burning is waiting for the teacher?"

"Yeah." Rao was seen in the morning when he was burned, and Xue Meng joined hands to fill the day of the crack. He also glimpsed that the teacher’s posture is about to surpa.s.s Xue Meng.

But this time, when the sun sets, he and Xue Meng stand in front and behind, still let the ink burn a little awkward. Of course, he does not think that the teacher is not good-looking, just...

I can't say it, I don't know what it feels like. It's about getting used to seeing the teacher's posture is weak. He was always covered by Xue Meng. He didn't think it would turn over now.

In the end, the ink burned and smiled at the teacher: "I missed the dinner yesterday and wanted to accompany the teacher to accompany him. I asked him to go to the mountain to eat dinner, so I won’t go to Meng Po Tang today. If you want to go, let's go together."

Xue Meng and s.h.i.+ Yan were not accustomed to eating together in the evening, and looked at each other and left. There was nothing to do with the ink burning, squatting on a large bluestone, and folding the dog's tail gra.s.s to play with it, while waiting for the Chu night to go down the mountain.

When the sunset was very dark, the crescent looked out in the purple-red cloud, and the Nanfeng bamboo trail slowly came alone. The man had changed a piece of refres.h.i.+ng white clothes, holding a parcel in his hand and seeing the burning of the ink. After a moment of sighing, there is a moment of uncomfortable feeling.

"I am trying to find you something... How are you here?"

"Wait for the teacher to eat." The ink burned, jumping from the stone, holding the dog's tail gra.s.s in his hand, and smiling very brightly. "The town of Wuchang opened a new restaurant. I heard that it was the previous practice." The famous chef, the pastry made is a must. I want to ask the master to try it."

Chu night Ning did not salty and looked at him from head to toe: "There is nothing, rich?"

The ink burns and laughs, and does not speak.

Chu night Ning snorted and threw the cloth bag to him. The ink burned and asked, "What is this?"

"Your clothes." Chu nightning said, people have gone forward. The ink burned up and chased him. He stood shoulder to shoulder with him and smiled. "This dress is good, light, but warm. If the teacher likes it, I can change it to a smaller one. It can also be..."

"I don't wear clothes that others have worn."

The ink burned slightly, and then there was some embarra.s.sment: "I don't mean this. I am... I saw the teacher wearing it this morning, thinking that the teacher likes it... I didn't think about it. I asked someone to go to that store. Cut a new one."

Chu night Ning asked: "Do you know how much clothes I wear?"

Ink ignited, how could he not know the size of Chu Yuning?

Surrounded by his arms, he can estimate the waist of Chou Ningning. He knows that Chu’s night is a stepping foot, and his chin can just reach his shoulder. When they were lingering, Chu nightning couldn’t help but bite him. The two rows of pointed teeth are printed near the collarbone and can't be regressed for a few days.

He certainly knows how long Chu’s legs are, obviously it’s such powerful legs when fighting, but when he wraps around his waist, he is so helpless. The thin and slender legs will tremble slightly, and the rounded toes will be tight. Stretching...

How could he not know how wide his shoulders are, and how the curvature of his hips is full and full.

Partially born in the late Qing dynasty, I didn’t know what I asked. I thought that this question was very high and I was stumped by his good apprentice.

Chu night Ning 拂 sleeves said: "I don't know what clothes you are still cutting."

"..."

It’s hard to argue with ink.

He can't say that he knows that when he even licks the dumplings, he will not pay attention to the figure of Chu Xiaoning yesterday. The sound of the sound pool is well-balanced and looks as good as the memory.

So I was so eager to swim, and I thought that Chu's lips were light and thin. When I was forced to swallow myself, I was always very painful. I couldn't open it. The throat was tight and I wanted to retching.

The ink burns and closes the eyes, and the throat is rolling, but it hides its own beast.

Respect him, love him, and not reproduce.

Respect him... respect him...

Taking a deep breath, the hot **** desire is barely pressed down, but the dumplings that have been pulled out always feel a little bigger. The master should eat it and stick it, so he has to do it again. This time, all three are exquisite and small. The ink burns in the ratio between the fingers, pondering for a while, thinking about the late night, the thin lips lightly open, the soft mouth wrapped in the sweet dumplings...

The tip of the tongue rolled over, like a cl.u.s.ter of warm fires, and the burning of the seven pa.s.sions and desires, the life of the ink burned.

He even knows how the size of the dessert can be accommodated in his mouth, but the guy who is late in the night, even asked him - knowing the size of his clothes.

The problem is like a cat's soft tongue, licking his chest.

Where do you dare to think more about it, and bow down: "Before cutting clothes, it is natural to ask the teachers to respect them."

Chu Xiaoning was a bit strange, and gave him a look: "Have you caught a cold?"

"No."

"The throat is so dumb."

"... get angry."

Chu night Ning stunned for a moment, did not know what to think, suddenly turned to his face, close to his lips, his eyebrows were a haze, but the back of his ears was somewhat red.

This shallow red until the two of them came to the town of Wuchang, sitting in the newly opened Zhongqiu Building window room, it was finally faded.

For the first time, Mo-burning solemnly invited Chu tonight to eat. Although he had asked for it before, it was not for coping, but for helplessness, and his mood was very different.

The younger brother of Zhongqiulou first dunked a pot of Lushan clouds, sent the seeds of the seeds, and then handed the two rolls of bamboo with the name of the dish to the two immortals. The ink burned over the bamboo slips, and the younger brother smiled naturally and said, "Thank you."

Chu nightning slightly lifted the sputum and looked at the ink.

This person used to have no habit of thanking.

"What the teacher wants to eat, just pick it up, but I recommend the pineapple squid in this store. I heard that it is sour and sweet, and it looks very good."

Chu night Ning nodded: "Then come to one, the other you look at it."

The ink burned and laughed: "Then I come according to the taste of the master."

Chu night Ning faint: "Do you know what I love to eat?"

"...well, I know."

I used to know it, but I always forget it.

I will not do it again.

Looking at the bamboo slips, I heard the footsteps coming from the stairs, and the bead curtains creaked. The voice of Xiao Erge came over: "Ah, Xianjun here, please, the two you are looking for are sitting in the elegant room... Right, the wine is not yet on."

Ying Lu's greasy hands gently open the green gauze, agate bead curtain.

A very beautiful man with soft black hair and red lips and white teeth, holding a pot of wine, with a breezy smile on his eyes, appeared at the door. When the ink burned back, it was obviously awkward: "Sister? How come you?"

"Meng Potang met with the Lord. He heard that you came down to eat here. I thought that this shop is newly opened. The dishes are good, but there is no aging. I sent a pot of pears and whites." s.h.i.+ Yan said, shaking The red clay jug that swayed in the hand, the jug wrapped around with bamboo and rattan, it was so cute, and the wine was sizzling. It seemed that the wine could be smelled through the seal.

The teacher smiled and said: "Fortunately, I have caught up. Otherwise, if you order it, I will be a bit more."

Chu nightning asked: "What about you? Have you eaten yet?"

"I will go back and eat again. Meng Potang will not close the door so quickly."

"Come on, come, what else to go." Chu Yuning is a gift-giving person, said, "Sit down together."

"This... I am afraid it will cost A."

Ink burned and laughed: "How can it cost, add a chair." Then let Xiao Er go to get a pair of tableware, this Zhongqiu Building is really a pen, the end of the room is the end of the gold The fineness of the silver filaments, the candlelight s.h.i.+nes, and the brilliance.

The teacher fell to the ground and gave the three people a full drink in the luminous cup. The aroma of pear blossoms was filled with a whole table in an instant. This wine is very familiar. After the death of the previous masters, the ink burned and burned. When Chu was rather dead, the ink burned on the roof for a night.

Now that the disaster has pa.s.sed, they are still alive.

The smoldering suddenly felt that the possession or the love in the past seemed to be less important. The two people who are the best in his life are still in the world. He earns money and can ask them to have a meal and drink a drink. This is enough.

Three cups and two gongs, worthy of the previous Wanli River.

"Small two, tired of you, want a pine nut squid, then crab lion head, crystal hoof hoof, cherry ham, three fresh soup, oyster leaf steamed pork, these are a little bit spicy. Then come a water Boiled fish, Mapo tofu, husband and wife lung tablets, Kung Pao chicken, these should be heavy and spicy. Salty snacks should be jade shrimp dumplings, oyster sauce steamed pork ribs, scallop money belly and oyster sauce chicken feet. ......"Ink burned a look at Chu Yuning, closed the bamboo slip, "I will not look carefully, every one comes."

Chu Xiaoning's eyelids are not raised: "Can't eat."

Ink burning said: "Bring it back."

"Bring it back cold."

"...Let Meng Po Tang be hot."

Chu Xiaoning felt that the appearance of ink burning today is somewhat like the kind of merchant who dug the mine for a night of riches. The extravagance was a waste of words. It was too lazy to sneak with him. He opened the bamboo slip in front of him and looked at it and said: I want a kidney bean roll, a leaf 耙, three bowls of glutinous sweet bean paste, thank you."

The dishes soon came up one after another. The teacher loved to eat spicy food. The night was not red, so the ink burned and separated. The half table was fresh and refres.h.i.+ng. The table was red and strong, and the color was so matched. The accident was very beautiful.

"Come on, the last one, our signature dish, pine nuts squid -"

As the younger brother screamed, a plate of brightly colored squid was smashed by two waiters. The fish bream has a weight of five pounds, and the fried golden crispy is placed in a huge azure porcelain plate. The fish body is made into thick and even flowers, and the bright red sweet and sour juice is poured on the top. Sprinkled with green peas, finely broken clouds and legs, crystal shrimps on the head, smashed up to make people s.h.i.+ne, appet.i.te is wide open.

Chu nightning is sweet, especially sweet and sour. When I see this fish, my face is not angry, but my eyes are not bright.

This bright, it was seen by the ink.

Xiao Er looked at their table and saw that there was still s.p.a.ce in front of the teacher. They had to arrange the dishes to make them stand out.

But one hand is faster than him, and he has begun to adjust the desktop. The ink ignited and put a few meats that Chu nightning did not touch, and put them on the side of the side, and then put a few delicious spicy dishes in front of the teacher. In this way, the position in front of Chu’s late Ning was empty, and the ink smiled and said to Xiao Er: “Put the fish here.”

"Oh, okay!"

In the case of such a guest who would help to adjust the table, Xiao Erge was of course happy, and immediately took the dish from the two waiters with a smile and put it to the empty place, nodded and bowed down.

This adjustment of the ink is very natural, others will only think that he is helping a little brother, but the teacher is aware of the favor. He was a little surprised at the ink burning, and the smas.h.i.+ng light and shadow in his eyes, after a long time, his eyebrows looked low.

s.h.i.+ Yan felt that the return of the ink after five years, but the appearance of the whole person has changed, and even waiting for his good, seems to fade a lot.

He loves to eat pine nuts and squid. Why is it so far away from him? Don't know? still is……

Still the heart has changed, not as good as the beginning.

The teacher is not a smug person. His appearance and temperament are all on the night of the night, and even the entire realm of cultivation, and few people are better than him.

But at this time he suddenly gave birth to a few hesitations.

He knows that when he is young, he loves to go to the heart, and loves those beautiful skins as if he loves to be in the bones, but that is just an illusion. For ink burning, the most precious thing is friends.h.i.+p.

If someone else gives him one or two, he will pay back thousands of dollars.

Now that s.h.i.+ Zun and his former suspicions are released, Chu Xi Ning is good at ink burning, not what he can match. Thinking about this, the teacher suddenly felt a cold breeze on his heart, and he raised his face violently to see the faces of the two people under the light.

Drinking with a low head, the phoenix is ​​like water, the eyelashes are like smoke, and the look and look are very faint.

And one who smiles and looks at the people who drink, and the hustle and bustle is reflected in the lights. There are springs and snow in the lights, and the pears are reflected in the moonlight. When the eyelashes are light, it seems that the lake is falling, and the stars are swaying. The affection, I am afraid that the masters of these eyes have never noticed.

The teacher lost his mind for a moment, his elbow touched the chopsticks, and he only heard the sound of "squeaking" and fell to the ground. He returned to G.o.d, and he was so sorry that he leaned over and picked it up.

Bent down, but stunned.

The chopsticks are unbiased and are falling on the side of the ink-burning boots. The color is faint, lying quietly, waiting for him to pick and choose.

He could have let Xiao Er come to the pair again, but the teacher never loves to bother others, and perhaps face such a gap. Rao is a gentle and temperamental person who will give birth to a little unwillingness and a little bit of sorrow. Or it's not that complicated, what a person does, sometimes it's just a matter of thought.

For the teacher, at this moment, it is a coincidence that he really wants to know that the ink is burning now and he still has a few friends.h.i.+ps... So he hesitated, and he still looked down and stretched. Finis.h.i.+ng the long white hands, to pick up the pair of chopsticks that rely on ink to burn their legs.

The chopsticks fell too close, naturally, when picked up, the back of the hand of the teacher, inevitably touched the calf burned calf.

The author has something to say:

Today, the bib of the "Lake Moon Red Maple" is a dog, and it is a stick! ! Call your wife! I always feel that the dog on the map will not speed up the pace, the teacher will disappear QAQ and the next year will not return, it should be 0.5 no doubt, ah... a little miss zero! ! Ps, suddenly think of it, tomorrow 0.5 may be slightly on the line, haha ​​~ crab crab wife ~ ~

"Shumu" wife's teacher and Meng Meng... Love, oh... couple avatar... no no no! ! no! Friends.h.i.+p group avatar! ! ! The wife said that she felt that the teacher’s painting had a black belly feeling, but perhaps because of the lotus flower in his neckline, I actually felt that the black gas field was hahahaha, and I felt that it was so refres.h.i.+ng, I wanted to pick it up, hahahaha~ sprouting. Knocking cute, steel straight male Xue Mengmeng, want to pinch his nose tip ~ and the dog x master respect what? ! I just want to say! ! Please, please! ! Go on the go! ! ! Don't wear a bathrobe! ! Come! ! I will help you off! ! It’s not easy, the winter is so dry, I have to run nosebleed every day, silently wipe it off, crabs and crabs~~

"When I have money"

Ink burning: look at the text.

Chu nightning: Impossible, it is very expensive to buy all kinds of mech materials, I can't have a lot of money.

Ye Forgiveness: Things outside the body, enough to use, donate.

Mei Hanxue: Buy jewelry, sister.

Nangong Yu: Do you think you are happy with money? You simply don't know the pain of my wealthy people.

Xue Meng: When I have money, the first one to be humanely destroyed is the two fools upstairs. I am very happy to understand your pain. Come and give me your vault.