Chapter 143: The Master Was Originally a White Moonlight, Vermilion Mole, Heart's Blood, and Destiny

Even if Mo Ran was dull, seeing the hot look in her eyes, there was nothing he didn't know, he immediately said, "Ling, you've had a bit too much to drink, we'll talk tomorrow."

"I am going to speak today."

The girl was also vicious, her hair was a little loose and her eyes were glowing.

"" Mo Ran was afraid of the pestering and tried to escape, but she caught her by the sleeve, and Mo Ran was angry and amused.

"No." Ling, who was already bold enough to climb to the top of Your Mightiness, said loudly, "I like you, do you like me?"

Mo Ran :""

When the man did not respond, Ling became a little anxious.

Since Mo Ran first arrived at Yuliang Village, she had been impressed by the man's majestic appearance, and when she learned that he was the 'Master Mo', as he had become known over the years, her heart grew fonder and fonder.

The farming season is almost over, Mo Ran will be leaving soon, and she is just a little girl in Lower Fairy World, with a pretty face and a good physique to show for it. So tonight, with the benefit of some wine, she was able to muster up the courage to follow Mo Ran and confess her love for him.

To be honest, Mo Ran was a bit shocked by this torrent of courage.

Ling's pretty face was suffused with red.

She thought, "If only Mo Ran had promised herself, she would have gotten such a handsome lover brother, and if she could climb up to him, she would have climbed to the top of life and death, and then she would not have to live in this small village and suffer from filth, and she would be able to live a comfortable life.

"I'm sorry, Ling girl, you might as well let go."

But his words shattered the airy loft floating inside her head with ease.

After a moment she said sharply, "Am I... am I not pretty?"

"You look good everywhere." Mo Ran was polite and gently broke her hand away, "But I don't like it."

If he had just saved a little face, this "I don't like it" was a devastating statement that tore the last of her skin off.

Ling's eyes filled with tears, but she was not sad, for although she admired Mo Ran, she was not deeply in love with her, but rather she wanted to rise higher.

"And you," she asked, holding back tears, "what do you like the look of."

"I"

She asked Mo Ran this question.

What he likes

Habitually, he thought he liked Shi Mei's look, but when the words came to his lips, he suddenly felt that this was not the case, and he was at a loss for an answer.

"Tell me, what do you like?" Ling pressed on, her eyes fixed on Mo Ran's face, not missing a single change in his expression.

She was also a poor woman, having a sister who married a common cloth merchant from Upper Fairy World and had moved to Leizhou some years earlier to live a better life.

She went to visit her sister with her mother and carried a bunch of dried pepper and fish from the countryside, but her brother-in-law disliked the fishy smell of the dried fish and thought that they were too shabby to live in their own home, so he kicked them out within a few days. From that day on, she was not happy with her poor life and vowed to live better than her sister and pay back all the grievances she had suffered back then.

That is why she has been searching for a hero all these years, wanting to commit herself to someone and change her fate.

She really didn't want to let Mo Weiyu go.

So she was almost a little anxious and demented, and under the influence of wine she leaned drowsily towards him, she had a soft and supple body, and as she walked through the fields in the summer, men would steal a glance at her, and she was pressing her bets, trying to use her warm and soft body to tear open the armour of the Mo patriarch.

"What's wrong with me? You don't even think about it, you won't even consider it, you just reject me like that"

Her hot, soft flesh pressed against her, but Mo Ran felt uncomfortable and pulled away from her, his face already half black.

" Ling, girl, I have only known you for a short time how could I like you or consider you"

"How will you know if you don't try?"

As soon as Mo Ran saw that she was coming over again, she immediately said, "Don't you come any closer."

"You don't like it that much" Ling's eyes widened in disbelief, "You don't like it even a little bit"

"I don't like it at all." Mo Ran felt that he had not made it clear enough, that it was better to be thorough in such matters, and added, though cruelly, "Not even a little."

Ling is dumbfounded.

Not liking it, she could understand.

But no heartbeat

How many unmarried men can say "no" to a woman with a great face and body, and who is so willing to give her a hand, and have no desire at all for a woman who is so warm and soft?

She froze in place for a long time and said, "How can you how can you how can you"

It was a little difficult for her to talk about it.

She was actually going to say, "How can you not have any desire at all this is not normal.

Mo Ran also sensed her meaning in her hesitation, but he really didn't want to explain to her.

Let her think what she likes.

Mo Ran whispered to her, "I'm sorry." Dodging away into the night.

The night breeze blew against his cheeks and he couldn't help but squint his eyes.

After a conversation with Ling, he suddenly realised that he might have been thinking about love in the wrong way all along.

Ling asked him "What do you like about it?"

It was a question he never seemed to ask himself.

The man who has received little warmth has always had little choice, and whoever has been extraordinarily kind to him has given his heart to all of them.

"What do you like?"

It was a phrase that, subconsciously, he didn't even dare to think about.

In fact, everyone in this world has their own special tastes and fetishes. When Mo Ran was a child, she used to hear other children tugging at her parents' clothes and saying, "I like this one, it has scallions. Or "Mother, this red lantern looks better than the yellow one, I like the red one."

But he couldn't say anything, and it was useless to do so. All he could afford to eat was the cheapest white pastry, and he had to break it up and share it with his mother.

Later on, when he was in the pavilion, he would also peep at the wealthy young men who came to listen to the opera, watching them shake their silken fans and slowly and methodically utter such words as, "I liked that Cui'er last time, let's have her this time for the opera, she's pretty and has a sweet voice." These kinds of sentences.

In fact, in Mo Ran's eyes, Jade is nowhere near as good looking as Shirong, but who cares what he thinks!

No one will ever ask him "what do you like", whether it is aesthetics or choice, these words are only for the rich and powerful, for Mo Ran, whatever is served to him is what he should be grateful for, if he has something to eat, if he has a piece of clothing to cover his body, he should shed tears". "

I'm afraid he's dreaming. Who is he to like, how dare he like, and who is he to like the fact that he has only a cheap life that he has to struggle to survive.

The habit of holding on to what you've got is so deeply rooted in your bones that you can't even sneeze at the gold, silver and jewellery you've got.

Throughout his life, Mo Ran was a young man, poor and destitute, and his likes and dislikes were as worthless as the mud and dust on the bottom of his shoes, so no one would ask him "What do you like?

Later, when he rose to prominence, Jane was in the emperor's heart, accompanying the king and the tiger, and others could only guess what he was thinking.

And just then, Ling suddenly asked him this question, and with a few simple words, he was stumped.

He had thought that if he loved someone, he must be respectful and held in the palm of his hand, not daring to have any delusions of grandeur.

Just like he did with Shi Mei.

He felt that this was love, as if there was nothing wrong with it.

But at this moment, he vaguely understands that things don't seem to be what he thought they were.

Does he really like gentleness more than he likes stubbornness

Does he really like peace and harmony more than he likes rigidity?

He really likes eyes that are peachy and loving, over phoenix eyes that are stern and two-edged and frosty

Does he really like Shi Mingjing instead of not instead of

He did not dare to think of that name, but his heart beat against him and his blood had become hot and rolling.

Mo Ran is surprised by her own desire to love.

Love and desire are inseparable, inseparable, attracted by each other's appearance, compelled by each other's voice, each other's scent, even each other's eyes, wanting to invade, wanting to possess, wanting to leave their own scent on the flesh that has nothing to do with them, wanting to insert their own eagerness inside each other.

He had never believed that love was sacred and that the one he loved must not be desecrated.

But how can one really not blaspheme

When a body that you love, desire and admire appears in front of you, how can you not get hot and bothered?

All the love in the world, except for love, has nothing to do with cleanliness.

It is destined to be stained with sticky hot sweat, to have the colour of flesh, it is destined to be tangled with sideburns, to have the fishy smell of heather, it is associated with moaning, with passion, it is destined to breed delicate stamens only on a muddy, damp hotbed.

Mo Ran rushes through the night and suddenly stops, his eyes bright and frightening, his expression appalled.

Something seemed to break in his skull, and the wild current that had been suppressed by his stubbornness, by his stupid stubbornness, overwhelmed him and engulfed him with the sound of a mountain.

He stood horrified in place.

Desire, lust.

Emotional love.

Chu Wanning

He finally dug out the name.

When the sand and mud are washed away, the treasures emerge.

It was always Chu Wanning. Such intimate feelings, such fiery lust, were always reserved for Chu Wanning.

He felt a gust of blackness before his eyes, the obsession of two lifetimes shattered, the shattered brick walls washed by a violent tidal wave that smashed against his heart, making him almost gasp for breath.

He was appalled.

Could it be, could it be this way?

The person he liked, the person he supposedly loved, was he wrong all along?

When Mo Ran returned to the bonfire with Pearly White in her arms, Ling was no longer there.

The crowd, of course, did not notice that a young girl had left the table, and naturally no one was aware of the conversation between Mo Ran and her.

After three rounds of drinking, the villagers played a game in which they made up a straw ring with rice stalks and invited a man to go up and beat the drum.

This is what Lower Fairy World farmers do when they have nothing better to do than work, and it's so simple and easy to play that even someone like Chu Wanning, who doesn't know how to play, will have no trouble getting into it.

"Good, it's Old White's turn come on, Old White will draw lots"

Old Bai then bitterly grabbed a folded piece of paper from the big sea bowl, unfolded it and read, "Does a woman with big breasts look good, or does a fat ass look good"

A circle of people around the room immediately burst into laughter.

Old Bai's face was red with anger as he raised the note and cursed, "Which one of you wrote that kind of question and threw it in?

"Don't." A village man laughed, tugging at the hem of his shirt, "Don't rush to day someone's fairy board just yet, you answer the question first."

The man in Old Bai's house was also sitting down, staring at him with bullfrog eyes, which made Old Bai's hair stand on end.

Immediately someone laughed and yelled: "You say a ball oh, lying does not mean you obviously a few days ago also told me, think the ass of a woman good-looking, good breeding, why do not you tell the truth drink drink drink punished wine"

Old Bai had no choice but to drink the wine with a bitter face and grimace, and after he went down, he was scolded by his daughter-in-law for mentioning his ears.

Chu Wanning, hidden in the crowd, looked embarrassed and surprised, but the question was so crude that he would have been unable to answer it if it had been asked of him.

At this time it happened that the village headman was holding a foot of black cloth and said with a smile, "Let's change someone to beat the drum, replace old Zhang and let him play too, who will replace him"

Chu Wanning immediately said, "I'll do it."

He walks over to the animal skin girdle drum tied with thick cowhide, takes the drumsticks and sits down on the floor.

The mayor carefully tied the black band of blindfold for him, adjusted it from side to side, and asked, "Is it tight?"

"It's not tight."

"Can leak light"

"No leaks."

The mayor laughed, "Then please Your Mightiness beat the drum, and whenever you want to stop, you can just stop."

Chu Wanning said, "Good." He picked up a wooden hammer and tapped it on the leather surface, then struck a dense drumbeat with deftness, a cacophony of staccato and mismatch.

He was blindfolded, not aware of Mo Ran's gaze across the campfire, so complex, so confused, so dazed.

Mo Ran looked at him, starbursts flying like orange fireflies scattered into the blackness, and he looked at the man in the blackness, white and committed to the ground, his gaze inch by inch, sharp knife across Chu Wanning's forehead, the tip of his nose, across his lips, his chin.

The black cloth-covered eyes of Chu Wanning held an inexplicable allure for him, but this time Mo Ran didn't just let it slip away, he chewed and lapped it up.

He tasted love in it.

Once again he felt an inner tremor, and once again he was sure there was no mistake.

He had a love for Chu Wanning. That love had nothing to do with mentorship and nothing to do with kindness.

He just purely adored him, desired him, wanted him.

He

He finally realised, with the benefit of hindsight, that he was in love with Chu Wanning.

It is love.

He was so confused, so paranoid, he was so foolish, so unable to see.

It was not until today that he was finally enlightened.

He was in love with Chu Wanning.

When this section was thought through, the layer of sealed soil that had been piling up in his mind finally crumbled, and many things that he once could not understand, many answers that he once could not get, all came to him in this belated love.

But he hadn't had time to taste the lick, to think deeply about it.

The drumming stopped with a thud, and the aftershock spread like ripples.

He looked up and saw Chu Wanning sighing with relief, taking off the black straps with one hand and opening his moonlit eyes to look over at him with pure clarity.

He was also curious to know who the flowers had fallen to when he stopped the drumming.

So he met Mo Ran's eyes.

Chu Wanning :""

Mo Ran :""

There's nothing more awkward than when he's peeking at you and you're peeking at him, and the two eyes meet and dodge each other a little.

But Chu Wanning soon stopped hiding, for he suddenly realised that Mo Ran's handsome, upright face was now shrouded in a haze of complex emotions, which were revealed straight and hot, undisguised and undisguisable, over the golden-starred campfire and over the throng of people.

Chu Wanning's eyes widened slightly.

" Good luck Mo Ran." The mayor smiled, and went to pull Mo Ran up.

Mo Ran hesitated for a moment and put the braided straw ring in his hair, as was the rule, his dark eyes shining, but he was a little overwhelmed as he put the crown on and looked carefully at Chu Wanning again. The handsome, tanned face was turning red in the firelight.

Chu Wanning was startled by his perverse behaviour, so his eyes widened and he stared at him roundly.

In the unobtrusive gaze of Chu Wanning, Mo Ran's eyes lowered and her lips pursed in silence, looking somewhat submissive and shy.

It seems to be one of those foolish teenage boys who have reached the age of knowing how to admire young Ai and are in love, and everything seems so awkward, so stupid that it is a little pathetic and a little cute.

Chu Wanning :""

If he had just been shocked, he could now be said to be appalled.

He's afraid he's going blind

Why else would you think that this big, thick bear of a man had suddenly become so pretentious, like he was on the wrong medication?