Article 187

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Mo Ran supported his cheeks, and turned his face to the side to give him an idea: "You drink directly. Anyway, there are only two of us here, so it's not shameful."

"..."

"Don't drink it? I'll drink it if I don't drink it. This is the first time my junior brother makes soup for me, so I can't waste it." He wanted to tease him, and he was about to grab the jar while talking and smiling.

Unexpectedly, Chu Wanning slapped his hand away with a slap: "Go away."

"..." Mo Ran blinked his eyes, always felt that the conversation was familiar, but then he posted it with a cheeky smile, "Junior brother, it's my fault, don't be angry. I wanted to come here a long time ago Pick you up, but your brother Mingjing suddenly felt unwell, so I delayed. I didn't keep you waiting on purpose."

Chu Wanning still lowered his head and did not speak.

"Then look, I've been so busy that I haven't eaten dinner yet. I'm really hungry." Mo Ran pitifully tugged at his sleeves, "Junior Brother, kindly Junior Brother, my good Junior Brother, please, just Reward your senior brother with a sip of soup."

"..."

Chu WanNing moved a bit, and finally put the soup pot on the ground, raised her head slightly, and turned away. It means that Mo Ran wants to drink and take it by himself.

The ink burned and smiled: "Thank you, brother."

The small earthen pot was filled to the brim, and one could tell at a glance that the younger brother ate very little, but left most of the meat for him, so that there was a lot of meat and little soup.

Mo Ran stared for a while, his eyebrows curved, and he said warmly: "Where is this soup? It is clearly a pot of stew. The younger brother is so kind."

"..."

Not much gossip, Mo Ran took care of the teacher for a long time, and he was really hungry, not to mention the kindness of the younger brother, and he couldn't waste it. He broke off two twigs from the peach tree, used his fingertips to trim the rough branches neatly, used them as chopsticks, and stuffed a piece of chicken meat into his mouth.

"Wow, it smells so good."

The ink burned with meat in his mouth, and his eyes were smeared with mist. He smiled and said: "It's delicious. My junior brother can really do it."

In fact, this can of soup is not delicious, it is too salty, but in order to make the younger brother happy, Mo Ran still gnawed hard, and soon ate most of the chicken meat, but Chu Wanning did not go to see it from the beginning to the end He glanced and sat beside him in silence.

Gudu Gudu drank a big mouthful of the soup, the soup was saltier than the meat, and it was even a bit bitter in the mouth, but it was bearable.

Mo Ran picked up another chicken leg, was about to stuff it into his mouth, and suddenly froze for a moment: "How many legs does a chicken have?"

Naturally, no one paid any attention to him.

Mo Ran himself replied: "Two."

Then he looked at the chicken leg held by the chopsticks, and at the leftover bone that he had eaten just now.

"..."

The dull man finally raised his head, and asked Chu Wanning in a daze: "Junior brother, are you... are you..." But he didn't have the courage to ask the second half of the sentence.

Are you, have been waiting for me, did not eat dinner.

This can of soup is full of meat. Are you waiting for me? When the soup is almost dry, there is only meat left. After making it, there is only a pitiful little bit, and I thought...

I thought it was because you ate it... and left some for me... I thought it was because you were not good at cooking, and turned the good chicken soup into stewed chicken...

Mo Ran silently put down the crock.

But he found out too late, there were not a few pieces of meat left in the jar.

Chu Wanning finally spoke.

The voice is still calm and pleasant, with some childish tenderness and clarity.

"It was you who said that you would come back for dinner. That's why I waited." He said slowly, without joy or sorrow, "If you don't eat, at least ask someone to bring a letter, don't let me be a fool by myself. Yes ."

"Junior Brother..."

Chu Wanning still didn't look at him, turned his face sideways, and Mo Ran couldn't see his expression.

"You ask someone to bring me a letter, telling me that you are going to accompany Master... Tell me that you are going to accompany Senior Brother Mingjing. Is it difficult?"

"..."

"You take my earthen pot. Before you drank the soup, you babbled so much. You asked me if I had eaten. Is it difficult?"

"..."

"Isn't it difficult to see how many chicken legs are in this jar before you eat it?" The last sentence is unavoidably funny, and you can't help laughing even though you sound ashamed. But the ink burning pear vortex has not yet melted, and it froze.

Junior brother, weeping.

If he was an adult, he would definitely not shed tears because of such a trivial matter, but everyone didn't know that the heart-picking willow made his body smaller. Although his mind would not be greatly affected, it would still affect him to a certain extent. If the Qi Ruo body is weak, it is easier to get close to the childish nature.

This hidden nature is extremely difficult to detect, so Mrs. Wang and Elder Greedy Lang didn't find it when they took the pulse.

"I will also be hungry and uncomfortable, I am also a human being..." Even though the child's heart has the upper hand, Chu Wanning is still suppressed, he is silent and choked, but his shoulders are trembling, tears Rusty rolled down, his eyes were wet and red.

For so many years, Elder Yuheng has been holding back, no one loves, no one is with him, always pretending not to care, walking past the awe-inspiring crowd in a deserted and aloof manner.

But only when the mind is infected with some childish thoughts, will he tell the truth, will he collapse, and will he express the depression that has accumulated for so long.

It's not that he's not being nice to others, it's just that he's doing many things in silence.

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