Chapter 130: Master, a trip to see you in five years

Chu Wanning's breathing is a little heavy, his throat a little dry and thirsty.

He was not willing to concede defeat, so he was difficult, he pushed down the fire in his heart, still asking indifferently, "For life"

"For life."

"I'll probably go fast, and leave you alone."

"It's okay, I'll catch up."

"I'll probably stand and not want to go either."

"I'll stand with the Master."

Chu Wanning, irritated by his unthinking answer, brushed his sleeve and said, "What if I simply can't walk anymore?"

"I'll carry you."

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran froze for a moment, feeling as if it was a bit disrespectful and abrupt, so he widened his eyes and waved his hand and said urgently, "I'll carry you."

Chu Wanning's heart was beating faster and faster, and he had to do everything he could to hold back the restlessness he felt in his desire to lift the man up, to touch him. The restlessness made him frown, and he looked anxious and slightly annoyed: "Who needs your back."

Mo Ran opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

His master is so difficult to serve, he can't carry, he can't hold, he can't lift, he can't drag, he's so stupid, he doesn't know how to make Chu Wanning happy.

So he bowed his head a little, like an abandoned dog.

He whispered, "Then I won't go either."

""

"If you want to get wet, I'll stay with you."

Chu Wanning was so overwhelmed by this tightly knitted pestering that he, being as independent as he was, said, almost without thinking, "I don't want your company."

Mo Ran finally stopped talking, and from Chu Wanning's angle all that could be seen of him was his broad forehead, his dark eyebrows, and two rows of slender eyelashes, drooping like curtains of mist and trembling slightly, as if a wind were blowing the curtain up and down to amble.

"Master," Chu Wanning's anxious refusal made Mo Ran misunderstand him, and Mo Ran said, "Are you still angry with me?"

Chu Wanning was still too immersed in his inner turmoil to escape, so he didn't hear it either and simply said, "What?"

"When I was in the ghost world, I spoke to my master and said I was sorry many times, but I knew it wasn't enough. I have spent every moment of these five years in guilt, and I know I owe you."

Chu Wanning :""

"I wanted to do better too, to at least be able to stand in front of you without feeling too dirty or unable to hold my head up. But I couldn't catch up with you. I woke up almost every day worrying if this was a dream, worrying that when I woke up, you wouldn't be there. My ears always ring with the words you said to me when you saved me in Jin Chengchi, when you said the dream was too good to be true, and I just I was so sad"

Mo Ran's voice is a little hoarse.

There was something else he wanted to say, but he didn't want to, he didn't feel ashamed to go on about it in front of Chu Wanning, how could he be so cruel as to let Chu Wanning know what had happened in the past five years?

He sometimes stayed alone in the snowy valley, unable to tell the time or where he was. At that time, he would stick himself with a needle, one needle after another in the bones of his fingers, and it would hurt so much that he would know that his consciousness was still awake and that he was still alive in this human world.

Knowing that all this was not a big dream he had in his last life, he would not have woken up to see Xue Meng, full of hatred, at the top of death and life, or the Confucianism School, razed to the ground, or Chu Wanning, lying in his clothes in the red lotus water pavilion, as if he had been alive.

As if you were born, as if you were born.

What other four words could be more blood-curdling than these.

Strange to say, in knowing that Chu Wanning had died to save him, in going down to the ghost world to save people, his heart, though aching, had never been in such uncontrollable despair.

But as the days pass, as the years pass.

As the day of Chu Wanning's awakening draws nearer, Mo Ran's pain and heartache grows.

It seems that the years spent alone have given him more time to think, or that he has been so hysterical in the days without Chu Wanning that he has tried his best to imitate the man, unable to tear himself apart and replace him with Chu Wanning's reflection.

In short, many things that he had once not paid attention to, had not thought deeply about and had gradually forgotten, had come back to him. Those past events were like the wet mudflats exposed after the tide had faded, and he stood alone on the beach, the waves having gone out.

Everything is so clear to see.

He remembered his previous life, when the beacons were in full force and he was at the end of his rope.

Xue Meng had come to the top of the world of death and life to question him, word for word, in the disfigured Wushan Palace, with tears in his eyes.

Why do you do this to your own master.

Xue Meng used to force him, force him to turn back before he died

Mo Ran, he said.

You think about it, you let go of all your hideous hatred. You look back.

He used to take you to train and practice martial arts and protect you.

He used to teach you to learn to read and write, to inscribe poems and paint.

He once learned to cook for you, clumsily, and got his hands bruised.

He used to wait day and night for you to come back, alone from dark to dawn

At that time Mo Ran didn't bother to listen and wouldn't go to see it.

Presently he came to the shore of fate and the tide was out. He looked down at his feet and saw a heart left behind, a heart that had treated him so well, that had been so earnest that it was dying, that it was about to boil the blood of his heart dry.

It was he who was headstrong and did not see it and stepped on it.

He thus trampled Chu Wanning's heart under his feet

Every time Mo Ran thought of this, he felt cold and bloody all over, what had he done?

Bastards

Did you have a heart of stone, why didn't it hurt?

Over the past five years, how many times have I seen Chu Wanning in my sleep, dressed in white and looking as good as ever?

He woke up with his pillow all wet and he said every day, Chu Wanning, Master, I'm sorry, it's my fault, it's my fault.

Every day I say it, but it doesn't reduce my guilt one bit.

Later, he would think of him when he saw the spring fragrance, and also when he saw the falling snow in winter.

Later, every morning is golden, like the soul of Chu Wanning. Every night was black, like Chu Wanning's eyes. Then every moon was as bright and white as his cloudy sleeves brushing the snow, every rising sun as warm as his eyes, and then he saw Chu Wanning in the red haze of the sky, in the green crab-coloured morning sun, in the magnificent rushing of the sea of clouds.

He was everywhere.

Because of this pain and longing, he even gradually lost his hatred for his humble origins and his almost fanatical infatuation with Shi Mei.

One day he saw a branch of snowy spring flowers poking out of the snowy valley, through a crack in the wall.

He looked at it calmly for a moment, just thinking as if it were an ordinary day. He thought, "Ah, this flower is so pretty, if the Master saw it, he would surely like it.

Just thinking about the simplest, most casual little thing.

None of those Chu Wanning deaths drove him mad; the grief that crushed him roared at him in an instant, and a thousand miles were destroyed by an ant's nest, and he suddenly broke down.

He cried out of breath, the deep valley was small, the geese were cold, and his voice was so hoarse and ugly that he was ashamed to cry for the golden flower that grew proudly in the snow.

Five years.

He has never forgiven himself.

"I'm sorry I tried desperately to get back today, I also brought you a gift, I wanted to see you without empty hands," those strong composure finally flew into oblivion, those pretended composure finally crumbled.

Mo Ran kneels before Chu Wanning, who has finally confused himself, and now, only when he is in front of Chu Wanning.

"I'm still stupid, and I wasn't able to do the first thing I promised you after you came back to life. It was my bad."

When Chu Wanning saw him like this, he couldn't bear to see him. He had always loved Mo Ran, and now that he was reunited with him after a long time, he couldn't bear to let him suffer like this.

But after hearing him speak, he hesitated and asked, "Why are you late today"

"It was just in time. But in Butterfly Town we met some evil spirits and I"

"Delayed by demon removal"

"I'm sorry." Mo Ran bowed her head, "Not only did I delay, but I even ruined the gift I had prepared for my master, and almost got it covered in dirt and blood, so I rushed to take a bath, and I ended up"

Chu Wanning's heart goes soft.

The Ink Patriarch.

This Mo Ran is certainly not the same as it was five years ago.

Five years ago he was selfish and self-serving, but now he knows what is more important. Chu Wanning is not a man with his heart set on sex, and he would have been angry if Mo Ran had ignored Butterfly Town's sneakiness, but now he finds the man who kneels before him, clumsily asking for forgiveness, a little too stupid to be cute.

Chu Wanning slowly stepped forward, his heart flowing with warmth, and he reached out his hand to help Mo Ran up, but suddenly he heard Mo Ran say in a muffled voice, "Master, please don't expel me from the school."

This time Chu Wanning was stunned, he didn't know Mo Ran's deep guilt and anxiety, so he didn't expect Mo Ran to say this and hesitantly said, "What?"

"Even if it rains and I stay with you, chase you, guard you, carry and hold you, and you don't want any of it and are not satisfied, I beg you, don't drive me away."

Mo Ran finally lifted her face and Chu Wanning's heart trembled.

He saw that the man's eyes were faintly red, and that a mist was misting inside them.

Chu Wanning, who is always sharp and decisive, suddenly lost his head and said, "You're twenty-two years old, why are you still"

After a long pause, he sighed and said, "You get up first."

Mo Ran jerked her arms up, wiped her eyes fiercely and said stubbornly, "I won't get up if the Master doesn't want me."

Still a rogue, as expected

Chu Wanning, with a slight headache, purses his lips, grabs his wrist and pulls him up.

When he touched his fingertips, he felt powerful muscles and hot flesh, a young, sturdy body that was no longer the same as when he was a teenager, but Chu Wanning.

Fortunately, Mo Ran was too upset to notice Chu Wanning's strange behaviour. But Chu Wanning stared at his hand for a moment in disbelief, his heart pounding.

What's happening to you?

Did the five years of slumber leave behind all that peace of mind and pride?

He looked up again, startled, at Mo Ran.

Or was it that the person in front of him had changed so much that he could no longer hold himself

Mo Ran bit her lip for a moment, seemingly cross-hearted and stubborn, the kind that could not be driven away: "Please, Master, don't drive me away."

He said he would kneel again.

Chu Wanning didn't dare to help him again and stopped him with a stern voice: "If you kneel again, I really won't want you."

"" Mo Ran froze for a moment, her eyes blinking, suddenly understanding, her eyes suddenly lighting up, "Master, you don't blame me for not being angry with me for missing my appointment today you"

Chu Wanning said angrily, "Have I ever been so small?"

Mo Ran was so excited that he tried to hug him, which scared Chu Wanning, who took a step back and raised his eyebrows in anger: "What are you doing?"

"Ah." Mo Ran, now aware of his lack of decorum, said, "Sorry sorry sorry, I forgot."

Chu Wanning, the tips of her ears red, said with forced coolness, "Twenty-odd years old and still so unruly."

The tips of Mo Ran's ears were also red and she muttered, "It's my fault."

It's my fault seemed to be his mantra, and Chu Wanning listened with some good humour, some amusement, some pity, and some warmth.

He lifted the curtain of his eyelashes and leaned into the corner of his phoenix eyes, glancing at Mo Ran again, if only for a moment.

At this glance, I saw a handsome, upright man with a wheat-coloured face that was slightly red and hot, whether from the heat of the hot springs or from something else, and the moist moisture around him seemed to be dispersed by his sunshine and vitality, which made his eyes dark and bright, glowing.

Dang.

Chu Wanning felt his heart fluttering heavily, as if his fingertips were again warm from when he had touched Mo Ran. Suddenly his throat went dry and he dared not look at Mo Ran again and cursed, "Stupid." He turned and left.

The knot above his head had not shifted, and Mo Ran really came after him just as he had promised.

Chu Wanning lowered his eyelids, not daring to look back, knowing that his eyes must now be filled with a love and desire that could no longer be hidden, as hot as the fire in his fingers that could not be wrapped.

He has finally ruined him.

What Mo Ran failed to do five years ago, five years later, this man has done. He has won his heart and sunk him into the sea of lust.

Since then Chu Wanning has been a mere mortal, a flesh-and-blood human being, living in a net that he cannot escape from.