Chapter 358

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After enduring it for a while, it seemed that the matter was about to end, but at this moment, the frog that successfully jumped into the ridge puffed out its cheeks and arrogantly "croaked" twice, as if in demonstration.

Mo Ran broke through the skill and couldn't hold it back. He turned his face to one side and hid his hand under the tip of his nose as if to cover it up with a cough.

But he didn't cover it up well, and still laughed "poof".

"..." Chu Wanning was so angry that he prepared to climb up the ridge, but was stopped by Mo Ran.

The distance between the two people is very close. If it were normal, Mo Ran would pull him directly. But today he didn't. He still had the heat of Chu Wanning in his arms, and the fragrance of Begonia flowers on Chu Wanning's clothes seemed to be lingering on the tip of his nose.

He felt very soft-hearted and wanted to melt away.

But he didn't dare to let his heart melt away. The person in front of him was so good. He wanted to hold him up and respect him like a god, and he didn't want to use his vulgarity to hurt him in the slightest.

So he just called him: "Master."

"Why, haven't you laughed enough?" Chu Wanning squinted at him.

The ink-burning pear vortex is very beautiful, and it is not ridicule, but gentle: "Do you want to learn to play? I will teach you, it is not difficult at all. The master is so smart, he will definitely learn it in one go."

When Mo Ran taught him how to cut rice, Chu Wanning couldn't help but think, he was obviously here to steal the teacher, how could he become the apprentice?

What a mess.

But Mo Ran taught very seriously and carefully. Looking at his clumsy techniques, he did not laugh at him.

His eyebrows were dark and as deep as ink, and his facial features were younger than when he was younger, with a sharp and sharp look. This appearance was originally handsome with a bit of arrogance, but his eyes were soft and forbearing, as if he was hiding a lot of thoughts, but he didn't seem to have any. Hiding, just because the tenderness is too deep and the years are too heavy.

"That's it, you have to use skill, do you understand?"

"……Um."

Chu Wanning cut it as he said, but unfortunately he was still not very flexible. He usually played with hard wood, but these soft rice stalks made him helpless.

Mo Ran looked aside for a while, stretched out his well-proportioned and muscular arms, and helped him adjust the hand holding the sickle.

The skin-to-skin contact was only for an instant. Mo Ran didn't dare to touch him more, and Allen Chu didn't dare to let him touch him more.

It is obvious that one is a torrent with nowhere to vent, and the other is a depression that is almost dry. It is obvious that when he enters it, he can be perfectly connected and lingering in sorrow. He is no longer turbulent and cannot find an exit, and he can also be irrigated, moistened, licked and chapped. .

But they always avoid each other.

He taught him behind him: "Put your finger down a little more, be careful not to cut yourself."

One person said very forcefully: "I know."

"Relax a little more, don't be so stiff."

"..."

"Relax."

But the more Mo Ran said this, the tighter Chu nightning's back became and the stiffer his hands became.

Relax, why wouldn't he want to relax? But that’s put lightly! Mo Ran was talking to him very close to him, and his breath even brushed against the back of his ears. The air flow was hot and heavy, with this man's unique wild flavor. How could he let him relax? !

Inexplicably, my mind recalled the shameful dream I had had.

It was almost the same posture in the dream, with the ink burning beside his ear, and her lips touching his earrings before they were even close to each other.

He gasped and said: "Relax...don't hold me so tightly..."

Allen Chu's face turned red instantly.

He struggled to get rid of such strange memories, but one wave after another came up. He got rid of this one, but then thought of the "Ranking of Sizes of Heroes in the Prime Years of Cultivation"...

"..."

Allen Chu felt that his head was probably smoking.

Mo Ran was surprised: "Why are you so tense? You put -"

"I have relaxed!" Chu night Ning turned back suddenly, with spring water and anger in his eyes. He stared at him, the distance was so close, it almost became a sword, piercing Mo Ran's heart.

It was obvious that both of them were as passionate as beating a drum, but the beating was so loud that the neighbor couldn't hear it, unless he got closer, unless his chest pressed against his back, unless he held his hand and bit him. The tip of her ear held his earlobe in her mouth, panting and murmuring to him: "Relax, don't be nervous." Only in this way can they understand each other.

But obviously Mo Ran doesn't know how to do it, and neither does Chu Wanning.

So Mo Ran withdrew his hand in embarrassment, straightened up and said: "...Master, try it yourself?"

"Um."

Mo Ran smiled at him again, picked up his sickle, and cut the rice not far from him. After two cuts, he suddenly thought of something and turned around: "Master."

"What are you doing?" Chu Wanning had a dark face.

Mo Ran pointed to his shoes and said: "Take off your boots."

"Don't take it off."

"It's easy to fall if you don't take it off." Mo Ran said sincerely, "The soles of your boots are slippery. Not every time you fall, I can catch you in time."

"..." Chu night Ning thought gloomily for a while, and finally walked to the edge of the ridge, took off his shoes and socks, threw them beside the haystack, returned to the paddy field barefoot, and cut the rice in the rustle.

At noon, Chu Wanning finally became proficient in the use of the sickle, and his movements became smooth. He piled the rice cut by Mo Ran together and built a golden hill high.

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