Chapter 129: Master, satisfied with what you see

For a brief moment, Chu Wanning's mind was turned upside down by the storm, the thunder and lightning, and the black clouds of ink.

To take off, or not to take off.

It is a matter of life and death.

It seemed inappropriate not to take it off, he already knew he was wearing the wrong clothes, he couldn't pretend he hadn't heard Mo Ran's words

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How could he have the cheek to put on the clothes he'd had to put on, and not take them off again in front of Mo Ran, one by one?

A few treacherous silences.

Mo Ran said, "However, I washed this garment very well, so if you don't mind, Master, you can wear it."

Chu Wanning: "Hmm."

Mo Ran sighed with relief, he had always been a bit blunt, he hadn't even realised that Chu Wanning was already half dressed, was he forcing his master to undress in front of him by reminding him of this?

The image only lightly sparked in my heart, and it burned Mo Ran.

His face was even redder, luckily he was used to being on the road these days and was no longer as delicate as he had been when he was young. So he looked down to get Chu Wanning's clothes and put them on.

When they had straightened their coats, the two men looked at each other, only to be plunged into another layer of embarrassment.

Does not fit.

Mo Ran is wearing Chu Wanning's robe, which is obviously a bit tight, with the lapels unable to be folded and the flap open, revealing a large area of tight honey-coloured pectoral muscles and half of her legs exposed, looking stretched and uncomfortable.

Chu Wanning was in no better shape, wearing Mo Ran's robe, the edge of which covered his feet and trailed down to the ground, and a section of his white coat draped behind him like a cloud of smoke, which looked nice and proper, but meant that he was now so much shorter than Mo Ran.

Chu Wanning is a bit bruised.

He sulked and said, "Let's go."

It means "I'm leaving."

Mo Ran did not understand correctly and took it as an invitation to go with him, so he nodded and offered to take the wooden basin and change of clothes for his master and followed him eagerly.

Chu Wanning :""

The two of them walked to the door of the bath and lifted the curtain. Chu Wanning shivered involuntarily and Mo Ran saw him and asked him, "It's cold."

"It's not cold."

Mo Ran, who could not tell now that he was being tough, said with a smile, "I'm a bit cold." With a twist of his hand, a red glow leapt from his palm, and a cold barrier instantly enveloped the two of them. The boundary was beautiful, with light flowing through it and tiny flower marks at the top.

Chu Wanning looked up with a taboo expression, "Not bad, growing up."

"Not as good as the Master."

"It's almost there, and the boundary I made to repel the cold may not be any better than this." Chu Wanning watched intently for a moment, looking at the pale traces of flowers on the light formation, and spoke, "The peach blossoms are beautiful."

"It's Begonia."

Chu Wanning's heart trembled slightly, and a ripple entered his eyes.

Mo Ran said, "The flower has five petals."

"" Chu Wanning snorted, habitually trying to cover the faltering beneath her eyes, and played it cool, even a little mockingly, "Like me."

To his surprise, the man's gaze was pure and straightforward, and he looked at him with such frankness that he nodded, "I have not learnt well, so I have made your master laugh."

Chu Wanning is somewhat speechless.

The two walked in silence, shoulder to shoulder, and after a while Chu Wanning, not wanting to stand beside him, moved at a slightly faster pace, Mo Ran following behind, and suddenly asked, "Master, are you angry that I didn't make it back in time for dinner"

"No."

"Really."

"Lying about what you're doing."

"Then why are you walking so fast?"

Chu Wanning, of course, could not say "because you are too tall", but he was silent for a moment, looked at the sky and said, "because it seems to be raining soon."

As a result, not long after he had finished speaking, crackling water droplets really fell from the already overcast sky, scattering into a curtain of beads and wet roses.

Mo Ran smiles.

His smile was still as good as it had been five years ago, even more so because it was a little more genuine, which made it seem even more dazzling.

Chu Wanning glared at him, "What are you smiling at?"

"It's nothing." Mo Ran dimples were deep and sweet.

The youth was very tall, but his eyelashes rustled and he looked back at him well behaved and without the slightest hint of overbearing.

He was even a little shy, saying, "It's just that I haven't seen my master for a long time. Right now I'm happy to see it."

""

Chu Wanning looked at him, at the pearly edges on his cheeks, and thought that these two pools of sweetness would always belong to Shi Mingjing, only to find out that they did not, and that he could have been lucky enough to get one if he had given his life.

Chu Wanning scolded him, "Fool."

Mo Ran's eyelashes droop, slim and soft, and she literally smiles like a fool.

In this forgetfulness, Mo Ran inadvertently stepped on the hem of his coat, which he had been carefully avoiding, and Chu Wanning looked down at the ground and then at him, with a majestic expression but without speaking.

Mo Ran was very straightforward: "This garment is a bit too big for the Master."

""What a pot calling the kettle black.

Mo Ran takes Chu Wanning all the way back to the red lotus watering hole. Chu Wanning is a bit uncomfortable, as he is used to being on his own and rarely has the opportunity to share an umbrella, whether it is an oil paper umbrella or a bounded umbrella.

So when he was halfway there, he stopped and said, "I'll do it myself, it's just opening a boundary."

Mo Ran froze for a moment: "It's a good walk, why"

"There is no such thing as a master asking his disciple to carry an umbrella."

"But Sifu has done so much for me." Mo Ran was silent for a moment, and his voice trailed off, "Every day for the past five years, I've wished I could get better, because Master knows everything and can do everything by himself. I just want to know just a little bit more than Master, so that I can be of use to Master and repay him. After all that time of training, I still feel that the mountains are too high, and I probably won't be able to repay Master's kindness for the rest of my life. So"

He kept his head down, his hands unconsciously balled into fists by his legs.

The rain on the ground gradually pools into streams, a blossom blooming and confusing.

"So in future, leave the little things like umbrellas to me."

Chu Wanning did not say anything and looked at him quietly.

"I want to hold an umbrella for my Master for the rest of my life."

"" Chu Wanning felt his heart burning, he suddenly felt like shedding tears when he heard such heart-warming words.

It's not easy to show weakness when you've obviously been through so much suffering.

He was like a traveller who had been walking for a long, long time and had finally found a place to stay, a place to lie down and rest.

He collapsed and his bones felt like they were falling apart.

This life.

Mo Ran is twenty-two years old, and it has been said that when one turns twenty, the time one sees is not the same as before twenty, before twenty, three years, five years, it seems so long that one can call it a lifetime.

But after the age of twenty, you start to feel that the days are running away, that those who have passed away will never return, that everything is in a hurry.

He said he would stop in such haste to hold his umbrella.

Chu Wanning had received so little warmth that it hurt so much to have such kindness in his chest. He looked at Mo Ran, at the man with his head bowed. Suddenly he said, "Mo Ran, look at me."

The man then lifted his face.

Chu Wanning said, "Say that again."

Mo Ran looked at him, a face that was still a little rusty for Chu Wanning, different from the memory and the absurd drunken dreams of those who had been there.

He is gentle, calm, resolute, with the ardour of fire and the hardness of iron, and the two sections of his gaze meet Chu Wanning straight on, without hesitation, without flicker.

When Chu Wanning last looked at him five years ago, he was still a young boy.

In a flash, he has become such a handsome and resolute man.

This man knelt down on one knee before him, tilted his head and said, "Master, I want to hold your umbrella for the rest of my life."

Chu Wanning gazed at him in awe, at his dark eyebrows, his handsome face, at his bright eyes, his high nose.

He had grown to be a fine pine and cypress, equal to him and then surpassing him. One day Chu Wanning, a tree that had stood so long in the wind and rain, suddenly woke up from a dream and blinked to see the rain stop, the clouds part, and in the fresh early sunlight a tree taller and more resolute than he was, standing next to him, the wind blowing with a golden light, a thousand ravines of pine.

The tree said it would stay with him for the rest of his life.

Until they fell, and the sickly wood became dead, and the flourishing branches ceased. Each spring, summer, autumn and winter thereafter, he is no longer alone.

Chu Wanning looked at him and suddenly realised that Mo Ran was no longer the bloodstained, young apprentice he had carried back from Butterfly Town five years ago.

He stood in the rain, beneath a knot of flying begonias. For the first time he examined Mo Ran carefully, inch by inch, the man who had promised him a lifetime.

And then Chu Wanning's heartbeat suddenly picked up.

Suddenly he realised how seductive Mo Ran looked today, from the arch of his nose, to his lips, from the harsh, hard line of his jaw, to the knot of his throat.

If he had only loved Mo Ran before, he could still hide it, but now that he has met him again, he feels that this man has become a fire that could easily set him on fire, a fire that could burn the sky.

He felt that the lava that had been dormant in his heart was awakening, stretching its muscles in the abyss, ready to erupt violently.

That lava, to take the reserve, the condescension, the abstinence of which he had always been so proud

All burned to ashes.

Burned to a cinder.