Article 186

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Prescribed medicine, fed warm water, Mo Ran sat on the side of the couch, looked at the haggard look of the teacher, and blamed himself: "It still hurts? I will rub it for you."

The teacher's voice is very low and weak: "No...it's okay..."

But Mo Ran's long and slender hands with well-defined joints have already reached over, pressing on his stomach through the quilt, and gently rubbing.

Maybe he pressed it just right, and it was very comfortable. After all, Shi Mo didn't say anything, and gradually relaxed his breathing under this body's caress, and fell into a deep sleep.

The ink burned until he was asleep, and then he was about to leave.

But before he got up, his hand was caught.

Mo Ran's eyes suddenly widened, and the dark purple eyes flickered slightly: "Master Mo...?"

"It hurts...don't go..."

The beauty on the couch still had her eyes closed, seeming to be dreaming.

Mo Ran stood there blankly, Shi Mo never asked anyone to help him with anything, he always helped others regardless of return, and only when he was asleep, would he be so soft that Mo Ran would not leave.

So he sat back on the side of the couch, and while looking intently and nostalgicly at the face that haunted his dreams, he continued to rub his stomach slowly. Outside the open window, peach blossoms were falling, and the sky was finally dark.

It was already midnight when Mo Ran suddenly remembered that he had agreed to dinner with his younger brother.

"It's over!" Mo Ran suddenly jumped up and patted his head, "It's over, it's over!!"

At this time, Shi Mei was already in deep sleep, and Mo Ran jumped outside and wanted to run to the prison. Suddenly, a blue light flashed in the sky, Elder Xuanji was holding a child in his arms, and the child was holding a small earthen jar in his arms, and the two descended from the sky.

"Elder!"

Xuanji glanced at Mo Ran with a little reproach: "What's going on? Didn't you say you went to pick him up? If I wasn't worried, I went to have a look, Yu...cough, my apprentice may be in prison Wait until tomorrow morning."

"It's the disciple's fault." Mo Ran lowered his head, and after a while, he couldn't help but look up at Chu Wanning, "Junior Brother..."

Xuanji put Chu Wanning down, Chu Wanning held the crock pot, and quietly glanced at Mo Ran: "Have you had dinner yet?"

I never expected that the first sentence he spoke would be this, Mo Ran said in a daze: "No, not yet..."

Chu Wanning came over, held the crock pot to him, and said plainly: "It's still hot, drink some."

Mo Ran stood in place and didn't move for a long time. After he realized it by himself, he had already picked up the little guy and the crock pot and held them in his arms.

"Okay, I'll drink."

The silly boy was afraid that the soup would be cold, so he took off his outer robe and wrapped it around the jar, so his little body was slightly cold when hugged.

The ink burned against his forehead, rubbed it lightly, and blurted out the truth that he had never said in his two lifetimes: "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

Saying goodbye to Xuanji, the two returned to the house.

The outer robe was already crumpled and could no longer be worn. Mo Ran was afraid that the child would be cold, so he went to the back room to turn over a small blanket for Chu Wanning. Chu Wanning yawned, climbed onto the bench holding the small crock pot, and was about to take two small bowls of soup. Suddenly his eyes blinked twice, and his eyes fell on the leftover meat buns that Shi Mei had eaten.

"..."

Jumping off the stool, Chu Wanning walked to the bedroom, looked at the beauty lying on the couch expressionlessly, without any anger or uttered a word, but felt some strands of coldness emerging from the cracks in the bones, warming Cai just now. One of my hearts was frozen to the point of icy coldness.

When Mo Ran returned to the kitchen, Chu Wanning was still sitting at the table by the window, with one foot on the stool, one foot hanging down, and his arms resting on the window lattice at will.

Hearing the movement, he turned his face back and glanced at Mo Ran.

"Come on, find a Firefox blanket, you put it on first, it's cool at night."

Chu Wanning didn't speak.

Mo Ran walked over and handed him the blanket, but Chu Wanning didn't pick it up, just shook his head, and slowly closed his eyes, as if closing his eyes to rest his mind.

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

"..."

"Then I'll look for it for you and see if there's anything else."

Mo Ran smiled and said, rubbed Chu Wanning's hair, turned around and prepared to find another piece, but suddenly found that the crock pot on the table was missing. I couldn't help being stunned for a moment: "Where's my soup?"

"Who said it was yours." Chu Wanning finally spoke, with a cold voice, "Mine."

Mo Ran twitched the corners of his mouth, thinking that he was having a child's temper: "Okay, well, yours is yours, what about your soup?"

Chu Wanning said indifferently: "Throw it away."

"Throw, throw...?"

Chu Wanning ignored him again, jumped off the bench lightly, turned and pushed the door out.

"Hey? Junior Brother? Junior Brother, where are you going?" Mo Ran didn't care about taking the blanket. The murderer was unknown and it was not safe outside, so he quickly followed out.

However, under the peach blossom tree, the small earthen pot containing the stew was still clumsily placed, and it had not been thrown away. Mo Ran heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that after all, he was doing something wrong. The younger brother was not angry just now, maybe he was forbearing. After he endured it, he found that he couldn't help it. There is nothing wrong with losing his temper.

So he walked over and sat next to Chu Wanning.

Chu Wanning was under the peach blossom tree, picked up his small earthen pot, ignored Mo Ran, opened the cover by himself, took a spoon bigger than his own face, and wanted to reach in to scoop the soup, but found that he could not reach it at all. When I went in, I couldn't help being even more angry, smashed the spoon to pieces, and sat there holding the jar in a daze.

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