The most important person in this world to Mo Ran is the one who is not only Chu Wanning, but Shi Mei.

Mo Ran once thought that he was indifferent to his teacher, but later he realized that it was not, but he treated him well and cherished him without changing his intentions.

Although he gradually felt that Shi Mei became unfamiliar, he felt that this tall figure and the charming man between his eyebrows and eyes looked like another person. Although the bowl of hand was just sent by Shi Mei to Chu Wanning at first, no matter what, Shi Mingjing was the one who was the one who was originally.

It is the companion who smiled at him and reached out to him in the darkness and desolation.

It is the senior brother who is willing to comfort him when he is lonely and unwilling.

Thinking about Shi Mei is also an orphan, there is no relative in this world, Xue Meng is also arrogant and arrogant. Although he has a good relationship with Shi Mei, he has never called Xue Meng the name for many years, but he respectfully called him the young master.

Those who can really call the word "friend" with their masters probably only themselves.

As a result, he also hurt his heart.

Xue Meng hid in the bamboo forest, held his arms with his hands for a long time, and then saw Mo Ran staying there motionlessly, playing with the silver comb, as if he was worried.

After waiting for half an hour, there was no movement, Xue Meng began to feel like an idiot-

What did he think, how could he think what would have to do with Master and Mo Ran? Is his mind broken... The more he stood, the more embarrassed he became, and the more he fought, the more he felt that he was inexplicable. At the end, Xue Meng turned around and wanted to leave, but it was indeed a fellow disciple, and he and Mo Ran made almost the same mistake.

Relax for a moment, without controlling the sound of footsteps.

Mo Ran stood up and said in a deep voice through the gauze curtain: "Who?"

“…”

Under the moonlight, Xue Meng walked out reluctantly and embarrassedly, with his eyes dodged and coughed lightly.

Mo Ran was stunned for a moment: "What are you here to do?"

"Are you allowed the state officials to set fires, and the people were not allowed to light the lamp?" Xue Meng did not dare to look at Mo Ran's eyes, his eyes were erratic, and he was talking with a striking remark, but his face turned red, "I just wanted to come and see Master."

Mo Ran's thoughts moved and vaguely understood the possibility of Xue Meng following him. His face was frozen, but he quickly adjusted his expression and recovered from calm before Xue Meng could not realize it.

"Since you're here, just sit for a while."

Xue Meng did not refuse and followed him into the bamboo pavilion.

Mo Ran asked him: "Do you want to drink tea or wine?"

"Tea." Xue Meng said, "You will get drunk if you drink."

There was wine and tea on the table. Mo Ran gave birth to a small red mud stove. The flames lit up in the night. According to the clear outline of his facial features, he cooked the eight treasure tea on the stove. One of the brothers sat on the bench of the bamboo pavilion and the other leaned against the pavilion pillar, waiting for the water to boil the tea.

Xue Meng asked him: "Why are you so early? You should have been worth half a night."

"I'm fine, so I came over." Mo Ran smiled, "Aren't you?"

When Xue Meng thought about it, it seemed that it was indeed the case.

Mo Ran should be the same as himself, just caring about his master. After all, after the battle of Tianli, Mo Ran gradually changed. Now many years have passed, and he is very different from the young man who was very particular. The apprentice that Chu Wanning saved with his life finally grew into an upright and upright man.

With his eyelashes lowered, Xue Meng pondered for a moment and suddenly smiled.

Mo Ran asked: "What?"

"No, I remembered the last time I went into seclusion." Xue Meng said, "At that time, you were not convinced by Master. For ten days, you looked at him and said that you were not capable enough, and you were afraid that you would not be able to serve him. You went to your father's place to organize your collection of books. At that time, I was still humbled by you in my heart. I didn't expect that you would become like this after seven years."

Mo Ranjing for a while, then said, "People will change."

Xue Meng asked, "I want to give you another chance to go back seven years ago, will you still run away?"

"What do you think?"

Xue Meng really thought about it seriously, and then said, "I'm afraid I'll think about it for ten days and ten nights, and I'll be with my master."

Mo Ran lowered his eyes and smiled.

"Hmph, why are you laughing?" Xue Meng changed his posture, and put his elbows on the bench of the bamboo pavilion, resting his elbows leisurely, his head and neck slightly tilted back, his eyes flowing to the end of his eyes, looking at his cousin, "Now you and I have the same feelings for the master. What I think, you should not be much different."

Mo Ran drooped his eyes: "Yes."

Xue Meng glanced over his eyes, looked at the wind chime at the Tingjiao and said, "It's great. When Master died, I hated him for his life to exchange for your life, but today it seems that you are not completely unscrupulous."

Mo Ran didn't know what to say, and said "yes".

The bells are so beautiful that they ring in the wind.

After a little silence, Xue Meng couldn't help but turn his head, his eyes were burning, his eyebrows were slightly frowning, and he suddenly asked him: "Well, that's the case, there's something, I want to ask you."

"you say."

"Tell me the truth, that day in the back mountain, you..."

Mo Ran actually knew that Xue Meng had always wanted to ask this question.

After so many twists and turns, he still couldn't escape. He waited for him to continue talking.

But Xue Meng was stumbling for a long time, her face turned pale and red, and finally she couldn't say that. She just looked at Mo Ran steadily and said, "Are you really... looking for osmanthus candy rice cake?"

The water boiled, and the steam grew and grew in the cold night, and then dissipated.

The two of them met, Xue Meng's eyes were full of anxiety, flashing with hot flames, Mo Ran's black eyes were waveless in the ancient well, and they were bottomless.

"It's time to have tea."

Xue Meng suddenly grabbed his arm and stared at him: "Are you really looking for osmanthus candy rice cakes?!"

“…”

Mo Ran paused for a moment, broke away from his hand, and went to the table to lift the dark cast iron kettle, each with a cup, filling it.

Then he raised his eyes and said, "If we weren't looking for osmanthus candy rice cake, what else could we do?"

"you--"

"Master will not easily imprison you. If you don't believe me, you have to believe him."

Xue Meng seemed to be a little snake that had been pinched for seven inches, and his hand resting on his knee was slightly spasmed, and then he suddenly lowered his head and said, "I don't believe him."

"Then let's have tea." Mo Ran sighed, "What do you think about all day long? It's all about something." He lowered his head and blew the steaming heat. In the mist, his face looked so handsome, but a little blurry, like a mirror and a water moon, which made people unable to see it clearly.

The Babao Tea is warm and has a salty and mellow taste. Xue Meng took a few sips slowly and felt that the gurgling heat made the crazy heartbeat calm. He finished all the tea, but the remaining warmth in the cup was still not dissipated, and the heat was emitting in the ravine.

Xue Meng lowered her head and suddenly stood in a daze, as if she was saying to Mo Ran, and she was talking to herself: "I really care too much about him, so I think so much, and I will…"

"I know." Mo Ran said, "I'm the same."

Xue Meng turned his face and looked at him.

Mo Ran leaned against the pavilion pillar, and the tea in the cup was not finished, he drank another sip, and then said, "I misunderstood Shi Mei because of this. You are at least better than me, so you are not so impulsive."

Xue Mengluoqi: "No wonder he left after saying a few words to you. Why did you misunderstand him?"

"...It's better not to say it." Mo Ran smiled bitterly, "I can think more randomly than you."

Xue Meng wrinkled his nose: "He is a poor man. People change their children to eat during the famine. If they were not rescued by their father, he would have become the meat in the pot of hungry people... Shi Mei has been treating you well, so don't bully him."

Mo Ran said: "Well, I know, I was excited for a moment before, but I won't be there any more in the future."

The two of them were guarding Chu Wanning in the pavilion, chatting indifferently.

This feeling is very wonderful. Mo Ran looked at Xue Meng's handsome and naturally arrogant face under the moonlight. This person had a hole in his chest in his previous life. Later, every time he met, he was accompanied by tears and blood.

I didn't expect that they could talk so calmly, under the lotus pond, and cook tea and wine.

Yes, boil wine.

After drinking the tea, Xue Meng had no plans to leave.

Mo Ran heated up another pot of wine and drank a few drinks. Just talked with me. As long as I was not drunk, it would be harmless.

But he seemed to be judging Xue Meng's alcohol tolerance.

The four of them were masters and apprentices, and Chu Wanning was the one who could not fall into a thousand cups. He was also considered a good match. Shi Mei's alcohol tolerance was very poor, but the most hopeless one was Xue Meng.

Two small cups of pear blossoms are white, and this person is a little dizzy and has a big tongue when speaking.

Mo Ran was worried about causing trouble, so he hurriedly took all the wine and stopped giving it to him.

Although Xue Meng's consciousness was chaotic, he had not lost all of it. He was still clear. His face was blushing, he smiled and said, "It's okay to put it away, I...I can't drink it anymore."

"Yes." Mo Ran said, "You go back and rest quickly. Can you leave by yourself? If you can't leave, I will send a message to my uncle to come."

"Oh, you don't need him to come, you don't need him to come." Xue Meng waved his hand with a smile, "I can walk back myself, but I still recognize the way."

Mo Ran was worried and stretched out a finger and put it in front of him: "How many times is this?"

"one."

He pointed at Chu Wanning again: "Who is this?"

Xue Meng smiled: "Brother God."

“…Speak well.”

"Haha, Master, I recognize it." Xue Meng smiled, holding Zhuzi.

Mo Ran frowned and secretly scolded Xue Meng for his alcohol tolerance, but he was still uneasy. He pointed at himself and asked him: "What about me, see clearly, don't joke, who am I?"

Xue Meng stayed for a while.

Time seemed to overlap with the old shadow at this moment. On the New Year's Eve of Mengpotang, Xue Meng was also drunk. He recognized Shi Mei's face and said that Chu Wanning was the immortal brother. Then he looked at Mo Ran and laughed and said that Mo Ran was a dog.
To be continued...