By ink, Ji Jiyan, this evening, Chu nightning has made another dream, but unfortunately not a good dream.

In the dream, he returned to the day of the colorful b.u.t.terfly town, but he was replaced by a man who had broken up with him.

The lead-gray sky was covered with heavy snow, and the sergeant couldn't support it. He was sneaky, and fell from the dragon column and fell into the endless snow. The ink burned over and picked up the **** sergeant, kneeling at his feet, asking him to help him and save his apprentice.

He also wants to save, but under the effect of twin enchantment, he suffers from the trauma of the teacher. He is pale and his face is not a word. He is afraid that he will export, and the blood will be thrown out. They will swarm and tear them all into pieces.

"Master...I beg you...I beg you..."

The ink burned and cried, and he was decapitated to him.

Chu night Ning closed his eyes and finally escaped...

The teacher is dead.

The ink burned no longer forgive him.

He dreamed of the bridge of life and death, it was when the spring was cold, the sky was raining, the spring buds of the spring trees were moistened by the rain, and the bluestone road at the foot was long without end. He held the umbrella and walked alone.

Suddenly, he saw another person walking across the bridge, wearing a black suit, no palms, holding a book wrapped in oil paper, and coming in his direction. Chu night, I couldn’t help but slow down.

The man apparently saw him too, but the pace at the foot of the man did not slow down. He just lifted the eyelids that were drenched in the rain and glanced at him without temperature.

Chu nightning wants to call him, want to say: ink...

The ink burned did not give him any chance to speak. He held his book and walked on the far left side of the bridge, and one more inch should be turned into the river - just to leave the teacher on the right side. A little, a little further.

They walked to the middle of the bridge.

A person who used to be an umbrella, used to walk in the rain, a person who used to be accustomed to holding an umbrella, and walked in the rain.

Later they went wrong.

The head of the rain did not return to the ground, and the person holding the umbrella stopped and stood in the same place.

The raindrops slammed on the umbrella surface, and Chu Xiaoning stood for a long time, and the legs were a little stiff, as if the damp cold in the sputum penetrated into the bones.

He suddenly felt very tired and could not walk anymore.

The dream is dark.

It is heavy and cold.

It’s as cold as rain, sinking like a leg that can’t move anymore.

In his sleep, Chu Ning turned over and shrank his body very small. Something fell from the corner of his eyes and wet the pillow. He knows that this is just a dream, but why is it so true that he can feel the hatred of ink burning so clearly, the disappointment of ink burning, and the demise of ink.

But... just like this?

Is it over here?

He was not reconciled, it seems that his unwillingness to let the surrounding light light up again.

Still in the dream, it has been many months since the death of the teacher.

The smoldering temper is gloomy day by day, and the words are getting less and less. However, he will come all the lessons, but he will only listen to the cla.s.s, and he will not speak more with the late night.

Chu Xiaoning did not explain why he did not save his teacher, but he looked at his eyes. He knew that things had been so far and that everything was useless.

This day's practice cla.s.s, according to the instructions, stood at the top of a pine tree, exercise the collection of spiritual power.

But he didn't know why, for a sudden, his physical strength was not enough. He actually planted it straight down. Chu night couldn't think about it, rus.h.i.+ng over to help him, but he had no time to cast any spells in a hurry, and the two fell heavily from the treetops. ,He fell to the ground.

Fortunately, the soil was very soft, and there was a thick layer of pine needles. They didn't fall, but Chu's wrists were cut by sharp branches, and the blood was smas.h.i.+ng out.

Ink burned his wounds, and then lifted his eyes for the first time these months, without hiding his face, looking back and forth at the face of Chu.

Finally he said: "Master, you are bleeding."

Some numb tone, but to say, it is still a moderate sentence.

"I have ointments and bandages in my sacred sac, take care of it."

They sat in the thick coniferous forest, the air was filled with the scent of pine and cypress, and Chu had no snoring. He looked at the ink and lowered his head, silently wrapping his bandages for himself, round and round.

The young woman’s eyelashes trembled, and Chu’s night couldn’t see the look on his face. For a moment, he suddenly wanted to pick up enough courage and ask:

Burning, do you really hate me so much?

But at that time, the wind was too slow, the sun was too warm, and there were birds and insects between the branches and leaves. His injured hand was quietly held by the ink, and the bandages were taken. Everything was peaceful and quiet.

He finally did not ask for an exit, did not break this quiet picture.

He suddenly felt that the answer was not so important. What is important is that in this dream, after the teacher’s death, his blood, his injury, can actually change back to the sensation of ink burning, half-inch and gentle.

The next day, when Chu Ning wakes up, there is still a moment of embarra.s.sment.

He was lying in bed and could even feel his arm faintly painful and seemed to have residual temperature. After a while, he only exhausted his face and couldn't help but laugh.

What are the things that I dreamt of?

People say that there is a dream in the night, it will not be a glimpse of the teacher's appearance today, his heart is a little depressed, actually went to the dream to vent, actually can dream of the teacher died...

It’s really ridiculous.

He got dressed and got up, washed and smashed, and soon, he left behind the little and broken dreams of last night.

Today, the village heads are going to make rice cakes.

The rice cake is the food that must be eaten on New Year's Eve in order to discuss a good color. The glutinous rice noodles and the glutinous rice noodles were ground on the first night, and then the woman and the old man needed to burn the hot stove and go to the pot to steam the powder. This process took a lot of work, but the young and strong men did not use it. It’s a little late for Chu’s late arrival, and it’s okay to go slowly.

When he got there, he saw a large pot on the big drying field. The half-high barrel was steamed, and the heat was constantly going out. The village chief’s wife stood on a short bench and filled it from time to time. rice flour. Several children were running around the stove, and from time to time, they took a string of roasted peanuts and a corn cob from the iron stove.

Something unexpected to Chu’s late night is that the ink is still burning very early. He is helping the village chief’s wife to watch the fire. There is a child who is joking and rus.h.i.+ng. A donkey is planted on the ground and twitches several times. Cry.

"How did it fall?" The ink burned her and patted the mud on her body and said, "Is there any wear?"

"Hand--" The little girl squatted and raised her black hand that was not black and autumn.

The ink burned her, took her to the well, and washed her with a bucket of water. The distance was a little far away. Chu nightning did not hear what he had said to the child, but the little guy shed tears and twitched. After a while, he stopped crying. After a while, she broke into Laughing, looking up at a small face with a snot, looking at the ink, began to talk with the ink.

"..."

Chu nightning quietly stood at the corner and looked at him, watching him swearing, watching him take the child back to the fire pit, watching him set a sweet potato from the fire, peeling the skin finely Handed to the little girl.

He just looked at it.

It seems that I saw the five years after the light rain pa.s.sed.

"Ah, is the Master coming?"

"Yeah." After a long time, Chu nightning went to the side of the ink and sat down. He looked at the raging fire under the boiler and looked at it for a moment. "What are you baking inside?"

"Peanuts, sweet potatoes, corn." Mo-burn said, "You are here, give you a candy."

"...Can candy still be baked?"

"The master can't bake, and it's burnt when it's grilled." The ink burned and laughed. "I will be better."

He said, he took another milk maltose from his pocket, went to the rice paper outside, took the tongs, took it to the hearth and bake it slightly, then immediately took it back and took the candy. "Hey, some hot. "He blew, and then handed it to Chu's lips."

"Try it."

"..." Chu nightning is not used to being fed by people, so he reached for the candy, the milky white sugar was softened and chewed, and the milk was full of fragrance. Chu night said, "Yes. You roast again." One."

The ink burned again, and Chu Ning took it by hand and ate it himself.

"One more."

"..."

The ink burned eight times in a row. When the ninth was over, a small child ran over and asked the ink to burn sweet potatoes. If the ink burned and did not come out, he could only let Chu Lingning take it.

Chu nightning picked up another tongs and picked one of the biggest ones. The ink burned a look and said: "Let's go back and take the small one next to you."

"Great is delicious."

"The big one is not cooked." The ink burned and laughed.

Chu nightning is somewhat convinced: "How do you know that you are not cooked?"

"You believe in me, I often roast in the wild. Take the little one to him, sweet."

Chu Xi Ning had to change the small one out, the child did not know how the late night Ning was in the realm of comprehension, but seeing that he was willing to pick sweet potatoes for himself, he would come over and whispered to Chu Yuning: "Big brother, I want to eat that big one."

"Speak to another big brother." Chu said, "I don't want you to eat, and he is not cooked."

The child really ran to find the ink: "Ink burning brother, I want to eat that big."

The ink burned: "If you want to eat big, wait a little longer."

"How long is it?"

"From one to one hundred."

"But I can only count from one to ten..." The child is very wronged.

The ink burned and laughed: "The penalty is that you can only eat small."

The little guy had no choice but to sigh and sigh, and he could only accept the injustice of his fate. He sweared and said: "Okay, small is small."

Chu night Ning gave him peeling sweet potatoes. When you peeled off well, the burnt candy was also baked to the softest. If you don't eat it again, you will be completely overwhelmed. So he rushed down and handed it to Chu Yuning: "Master, come, open your mouth -"

There was sweet potato in his hand, and Chu Ning did not think much. He naturally opened his lips until the ink burned the soft and warm nougat between his lips and teeth, and gently rubbed his rough fingertips at his mouth. Chu night Ning only reacted fiercely, this is the candy that the apprentice hand-picked, and the ear tip is red when it is braked.

"anything else?"

Chu night Ning lightly coughed, but fortunately the fire was warm, reflecting his face, but he couldn’t find his face. He said, "No."

The ink burned and laughed: "Just feed you, there is still the last nougat, and there is no more to eat."

Because of his relaxation, he used words to be lazy and did not consider it.

So naturally, I said the word "feeding". However, the apprentice naturally does not dare to speak with the Master. The taste of the two words is too heavy. For example, the owner feeds the darling, the emperor feeds his wife, and can even be extended to between the beds. In the above conqueror, use the hot and burning flesh to feed the female underneath.

Chu nightning was soaked in such a rough word, and he did not slow down for a long time.

After the rice is steamed, it is necessary to spread the panel. This is a physical activity. The strong man in the village must carry the rice cake with the rice dumplings. The village chief gave the ink a wooden hammer wrapped with gauze, and wanted to hand one to the late night. The ink burned.

The ink burned and laughed: "The village head, my master has not done this job, he can't fight."

"..." Chu Xiaoning was silent next to him.

He is very reluctant, even a little angry, because he is a person, from the mountain to the present, no one has been able to a.s.sociate him with the word "do not do well."

In the mouth of others, what he can hear is always the request, is to ask, is "Xianjun, how can you help me?"

This is the first time someone has stopped him behind him and said, "He won't, he can't do well."

Chu night Ning is very annoyed, he wants to shake his arms and drink, you can't do it well!

But he endured it and held it back.

Because the ink is true, he really can't do it well.

In the end, they were arranged by the village head in front of a stone sarcophagus. The steamed rice noodles had been placed in the stone shovel, and they were burning outside.

Ink ignited: "Master, I will beat the cake later. You remember to turn the rice cake over every three times. Be careful not to burn your hands, don't be too anxious, don't be picked up by me. ""

"...you can pick me up with a hammer, don't fix it, go home and farm."

The ink burned and laughed: "I just said one, I am afraid of 10,000 if I am afraid."

Chu nightning was too lazy to talk nonsense with him. The side had already opened up in groups of two. He didn't want to fall too far behind, so he stood next to s.h.i.+jie and said, "Come on."

The ink burned down the wooden hammer, and the first hit was very heavy. It was actually hit in the soft and hot rice noodles. The rice noodles got in and wrapped in the scorpion. He reciprocated three times and lifted up the bright. Xunzi, on the late night of Chu: "Master, turn over."

Chu nightning turned the rice dumplings over, and the ink burned down again.

After several times of cooperation, their rhythm has been well mastered. Basically, the third is lifted up by the ink, and the night of the night will be turned over. When his hand has just been withdrawn, the ink burns again. a blow. Playing rice cakes seems simple, but the strength is to be mastered very well. The people who fight must be very energetic and energetic. So they have turned over and over again. When the rice noodles are completely sticky, they are stuck and finished.

So busy for a while, the ink burned but the face was not red, but the farmers next to it were a little tired, and the thick scorpion began to shout: "One two three - one two three -" they shouted the hammer The rhythm and the burning of the ink felt a little meaning. They beat them at their rhythm and hit the rice group half-stick. The person next to them was panting, but the ink burned but there was no feeling. He smiled and said to Chu Ningning: "Come back."

Chu night Ning looked at him, the young man's forehead was full of sweat, the sun was s.h.i.+ning bright, honey-like color. His lips are also slightly open, not as tiring as the average person, but breathing is somewhat heavy, his chest is ups and downs.

When I saw him, Chu Ning was watching him. He snorted. He lifted his sleeve and wiped his face. His eyes were like stars. He smiled. "What happened? Is it a face with rice?"

"No."

"That is……"

Chu Xiaoning looked at his hot sweaty head, but he was honestly and ruthlessly folded his clothes to the throat, and suddenly he could not bear it. He asked: "Are you hot?"

Yesterday, he asked the ink to burn "cold and not cold". Today, he asked the ink to burn "hot and not hot". This really made the ink burn very confused. The temperature of the two days was not too much. After a while, I said: "I still it is good."

"If you get hot, take it off."

"I don't like the Master, I won't take it off."

"..." Chu said, "I hate a sweat and hate it."

Since he said this, the ink burning itself has been sticky and uncomfortable. Then he put the robe and the upper skirt on the graphite next to him. Chu night is cold and cold, and his heart is getting hot. He looks at the graphite in the graphite. The bare side reveals a broad shoulder, a solid arm, and the inner layer of the inner layer can be almost smothered by the hot air. The ink burns the sweat that is suffocating, and the sun s.h.i.+nes with the l.u.s.trous and l.u.s.trous. He turned like a mermaid from the water, turned around and smiled at Chu’s late night, handsome and dazzling.

"Two sinjun, do you want to drink water?" The village chief's wife took a cup of tea and asked him and asked them.

The ink burned back to the stone sarcophagus, picked up the wooden hammer again, and smiled: "No, I am not thirsty."

One hand reached over and took a tea pot on the tray.

In the eyes of the two people with a strange look, Chu Yuning drank a whole cup of tea and sang the tea to the village chief wife: "Let's get another drink."

"... Master, are you thirsty?"

I don’t know where to stab him. Chu nightly looked up and looked up, his eyes were burning, full of alert: "Thirsty?... No, I am not thirsty."

He snorted and drank a whole cup of water.

The ink burned at him, and I couldn’t help but wonder if the teacher’s self-esteem was so serious that he was ashamed of his thirst.

The author has something to say: Tomorrow is New Year's Eve, but the update will not be broken~ It will not break during the Spring Festival. But there are many things to be busy from the 30th to the beginning of the year. It may not be too late to reply. Please don't mind 嗷~~ Crab!

Today's bib has "J-sudden durian can not extricate themselves" wife's master x machine (feeding feed), haha, in fact, not, is the q version of the master sitting on the mech, let the dull mech For him to stab the handkerchief, after all, the master is so lazy, I am too lazy to do it myself ~ q version of the teacher's percussion cute ~ 哎嘿嘿 ~ ~ crab crab wife ~

Small theater "What Valentine's Day"

Dog: After Valentine's Day, I grabbed food with me. Is dog food eaten by people? Can people eat dog food? Let me put it down! Who eats who I bite!

Chu Xiaoning: I don't want to join in this fun.

Teacher: (Take off the costumes, there is no image in the studio, the teacher who loves the box, love the beans, turned a blank eye) Get it, I want to really find someone to have Valentine's Day, probably you will want me to go through the Ching Ming Festival I see it very transparent.

Xue Meng: I thought about it, but I don't think anyone deserves it. What can I do? I am also annoying.

Nangong Temple: Caring for dogs, everyone is responsible, boycotting Valentine's Day, protecting Naobai Platinum, starting from me.

Mei Hanxue: Sell sets, sell sets, Okamoto air sets, find out.

Ye Forgiveness: The gentleman upstairs, I am sorry, please cooperate with us. Since last week, this Council has received 15 alarm calls, reporting your fraud, and asking you to take a trip with me.