Chapter 146: Master, it's really none of my business if she wants to get married

Since that day, there has been a spectacle in Mengpo Court.

The "Yu Heng Elders' Table", where no one has ever dared to sit, has a new Mo Weiyu.

The disciples would always see Mo Ran and Chu Wanning eating together, sitting face to face, Mo Ran always putting some food on his master's plate.

"Hush, look, Brother Mo has handed Elder another piece of beef brisket, wow such a big piece, I bet Elder Yu Heng won't eat it."

Not far away, a group of disciples whispered and lowered their voices to place bets.

"I bet I won't eat it either, Yu Heng elders don't seem to like beef very much."

"I'll bet he'll eat it then, after all, he accepted those pigeon eggs in front of him too."

The group peeked over the side and held their breath as they saw Chu Wanning frowning, poking the tip of his chopsticks at the piece of beef and saying something to Mo Ran with a sullen look on his face.

The distance was too great for them to hear, but Mo Ran seemed to say a couple of words, and Chu Wanning's face became even more unpleasant.

Disciples A, B and C, who had bet on Chu Wanning not to be eaten, were immediately overjoyed, so absorbed were they in the soup that they almost sent their spoons up their nostrils.

"Look look look, the Elder isn't eating, he's not eating."

"Don't elbow me, keep your voice down, if Elder Yu Heng hears you're betting on him, he'll skin you alive."

"Hey hey hey, I don't care, these twenty silver leaves are mine"

But before his hand could touch it, he heard the man next to him lower his voice and shout nervously, "Wait, the winner is not yet decided, and the elder is moving his chopsticks again."

"What?"

The gambler's eyes watched and felt his heart being squeezed by those alabaster chopsticks, up and down and pinched.

"Going to eat going to eat going to eat going to eat twenty silver leaves twenty silver leaves twenty silver leaves twenty silver leaves" bet Chu Wanning The disciple who would eat the beef brisket kept chattering, shaking his legs nervously. Suddenly his gaze faltered and his whole body seemed to freeze, "Ah"

Elder Yu Heng, to his surprise, threw the beef he had already picked up back into Mo Ran's bowl without a second thought

""

"Hahahahaha, close call, close call."

"I told you the elders wouldn't eat it, come on, the leaves are all mine."

The disciple who had lost the bet sighed and wilted, hitting his head on the table and staring speechlessly in the direction of Chu Wanning.

Elder I was wrong, I shouldn't have bet on you, I lost so much that I don't even have the money to buy spirit stones this month

Suddenly, he saw Mo Ran twitch his elbow, lean forward slightly and speak to Chu Wanning, before the disastrous disciple witnessed his brother pick up the brisket again, with some vegetables, and bring it to Chu Wanning's lips again.

This disciple was stunned that Senior Brother Mo was planning to feed the Elder directly

Apparently Chu Wanning was also extremely uncomfortable as he nonchalantly tapped his chopsticks against Mo Ran's and spoke two words with a serious expression.

That mouthpiece is too good to understand: the

Put it down

Mo Ran then smiled as the chopsticks of vegetables and beef were put back, but not in his own bowl, but in his master's bowl. Chu Wanning had no choice but to sigh and eat the vegetables and meat in silence, amidst a dozen cockeyed glances that he was not aware of.

""

The table of gamblers had looked dumbfounded, and the disciples who had thought they were sure to win the previous time had their jaws dropped, the silver leaves cupped in their hands slipping off.

It was the one who was lying on his back who immediately sprang to life, his eyes glowing with enthusiasm, "Ha ha ha ha, a comeback to win, a comeback to win, brother, brother, sorry, all these leaves still have to go to me, ha ha ha ha ha, rich, rich, bet again tomorrow, ha ha ha, bet again tomorrow"

Over there, the master and disciple are oblivious, Mo Ran holding his chopsticks, slowly picking at his bowl of rice as he watches Chu Wanning eat his brisket with his head down.

Mengpo Court is a little hot, and Mo Ran's left sleeve is rolled up to his elbow, revealing a long, strong arm, its muscles shrugging and rippling beneath honey-coloured skin, as he ladles out a bowl of soup, adding a few extra ribs to the bowl before Chu Wanning notices, the meat at the bottom of the soup, not easily visible.

"Finish your soup, Master, to drive away the cold."

"Clear Soup"

Mo Ran blinked, "Seems like it, I didn't pay attention when I was typing it and forgot."

Chu Wanning took a look at the noodles of the soup and saw a leaf of mullein floating in it, which looked delicious, so he took a spoonful.

"Is it good?"

"It's not bad."

"Don't waste it, then." Mo Ran laughed, "Drink more."

Chu Wanning glanced at him lightly, "Don't you dare tell me to stop eating so much food, you can't eat it yourself and I have to share it with you."

"Haha, well, I'll play less next time then."

When Chu Wanning nodded, Mo Ran picked up his bowl of soup, which was a little hot, and blew on the noodles, which spread the heat and softened his stalwart face.

Hot soup is a wonderful food, obviously just a bowl of boiling water with some meat and vegetables seasoned, but it warms the whole person from the stomach to the heart, and the feeling of satisfaction when you drink it with your favourite person is like throwing a small stone in the water, and the ripples on the lake surface spread and shimmer.

Mo Ran sighed softly and involuntarily in the midst of the hard-won tranquillity of this lifetime.

It turns out that the years are long, and when you drink it in your mouth, it is just a bowl of soup.

For this bowl of soup he had ground his teeth and sucked blood and killed like a man, and for this bowl of soup he is now in his bones with remorse and pain.

He held the bowl of soup and drank it quickly.

Whether it was inner turmoil, uncertainty about the future, remorse and guilt, at this moment, he didn't want to think too much about it; he had had so few good days that he needed to snatch them up day and night. It's not that he doesn't want to savour it slowly and leisurely; he actually envies people like Xue Meng, who, because they were born rich, are always at ease.

Mo Ran cannot be subdued; what he has is often so little that he is forever grimacing and scrambling, and what he snatches he has to eat immediately, wolfing it down for fear of being snatched away; he retains an almost primitive animalistic nature in this respect, feeling that only by eating the food in his stomach and hiding it in his stomach can he be at ease, that he really has the thing and no one can ever take it away from him again.

As a child, he grabbed food from other children.

In a previous life, he and the congregation Your Mightiness grabbed a world.

And in this life, he only wants to grab this bowl of soup.

Knowing that he had done much evil, and fearing that fate would one day have to settle accounts with him, he wanted nothing more than to snatch up the little bit of miserable happiness he had, and then run away from it, leaving fate far behind him.

Like all those who, after committing a serious crime, repent and want to start over, Mo Ran smiles, but his heart is still troubled. He knows that "good things will come to an end" is not an empty phrase, and when the buzz grows cold, he always feels that the peace before him is false, like a mirage, like a mirror, and that eventually he will wake up and go back to the empty Wushan Palace, back to hell.

So he wanted to grab a few more sips before the soup got cold.

In this way, if one day he does have his evil come back to haunt him, is spurned by the world, is judged by fate, and is pushed into the cold abyss again, he will be able to go on alone with this hot breath.

"What's on your mind," Chu Wanning asked him.

"Ah." Mo Ran snapped back to her senses and answered softly before laughing, "Nothing, I like to gawk when I'm full."

Chu Wanning glanced at his empty bowl, "Finished."

"Hmm."

"You seem to be enjoying the rib soup today."

"Haha, yeah."

Chu Wanning then took his bowl and said, "I'll go and get you some more."

He soon returned with a large bowl of broth, which was somewhat hot, and after putting it down Chu Wanning warmed the tips of his ears with the tips of his fingers, both to warm them and to cool his fingers.

He sat back down and said, "Drink."

"Nice full bowl."

"You drink slowly." Chu Wanning said, "There's not enough to go around, no one will take it from you."

Mo Ran was then touched by this simplest of words, and he held the bowl of soup, his thick black eyes dropping with a light nasal tone, and smiled in response, "Good."

Little did Chu Wanning know that at that moment, Mo Ran was doing her best not to burst into tears holding the bowl full of soup and hearing the words, "There's not enough left, no one will steal it from you".

Chu Wanning has been gone for five years, and he has been suffering and blaming himself for five years.

Five years later, his master told him to take his time.

The closer he got to Chu Wanning, the sadder he felt. In fact, if you don't pay attention to many things, you won't be able to see the feelings behind them, but now that he has looked into his heart, he can see that Chu Wanning has treated him so generously, so kindly and so well.

He had trampled on such people in his last life.

How can I ever be with you again in this life?

His heart trembled and struggled bitterly, feeling that he was unworthy, that he should stay away from Chu Wanning, that he had no shame in smiling at Chu Wanning, that he was shameless to Chu Wanning

But, on the other hand, he was constantly longing for this to be the end, for this to be the end, for their lives to be long, for him to atone for the sins he had committed, little by little, okay?

I am covered in sins and have returned from the mountain of corpses.

I hold the mellow, warm soup of this life in my blood-stained hands from my past life.

I would like to spend the rest of my life on my knees, and after I die, my soul will return to purgatory, but I only hope that you will still be willing to hold a lamp and taste it.

"Master."

At some point, Xue Meng arrived.

Mo Ran came back to his senses. In fact, since Chu Wanning's death, he had spent almost the whole day and night with such self-blame and uneasiness, and after soaking in such emotions for a long time, the whole person would seem heavy, which was not good for others, so he had been trying to adjust his emotions, and only in the last year, he had gotten a little better.

But once in a while there is a point or two in life that still touches him, and he still falls back into obsession and self-loathing over a word or an event.

When he looked up at Xue Meng, his gloom was still on his face, which startled him.

"Ahhhh, what are you doing looking at me like I owe you money, dog?"

Mo Ran knew that just now the feelings of the gods wandering, a moment can not be retracted, so forced a smile, said: "eat hold up a little, you have something to find the master that you say, I go out to get some air."

"No, don't go, you sit down, this is about you too."

"What is it that concerns me?"

The look on Xue Meng's face was a little subtle: "Don't be disappointed when you say it"

Chu Wanning said, "Well Xue Meng, just say it."

"Oh oh." Xue Meng, who was still trying to be secretive, immediately said as soon as he heard his master's words, "It's like this, I just received an invitation that Song Qiutong is getting married."

Mo Ran was horrified, his face suddenly bloodless.

But the trembling was not due to Song Qiutong, but to the fact that Xue Meng, in his life Mo Ran, knew very well what Song Qiutong was like and therefore could not avoid her, with whom he was now clearer than water, and was no match for her.

Available Xue Meng

Why did Xue Meng think she would be lost if Song Qiutong got married?

Mo Ran's whole heart clenched as he thought almost instantly of the fake Gouchen who had been at work all along, the one who had never surfaced and who was hiding so well.

That person, too, could be reborn, and if so, he or she would know all about Mo Ran's past and know all about Mo Ran's sins in his or her previous life

Mo Ran looked at Xue Meng with a blank face, calm and unmoving: "Why is it about me?"

"Don't you know it yourself?" Xue Meng said with a strange look on her face, "Today the Confucianism School came to deliver the wedding invitation and that Ms. Song even sent you a special letter. If you don't know her well, why did she write to you? Mo Ran, I'm not talking about you, when did you get into trouble with her?"

"" Mo Ran's mind was in turmoil, and he said, "I don't think it was written to me by mistake."

"Can't go wrong."

Xue Meng said, fished out an envelope from inside his lapel and slapped it on the table in front of Mo Ran: "It's written in black and white, and it's addressed to Mo Ran himself, and Qiutong is paying his respects, so there can be no mistake."

Mo Ran glanced at the envelope, his heart beating like a drum, a million thoughts already flashing through his mind.

It was Song Qiutong's handwriting, but why would she fix a letter to herself before her wedding when she had met Song Qiutong in her life?

Xue Meng put her arms around her and was upset: "Are you going to go back and dismantle it privately, or are you going to dismantle it here and watch it with us"

""

Mo Ran turned his head sideways to see Chu Wanning looking at him too, with a slight frown on his brow.

"Tear it down?" Xue Meng was furious, he was most uncomfortable with the act of promiscuity and was somewhat aggressive.

If that's the way it is, there's no hiding from it either way

Mo Ran felt a wave of weakness and his fingertips were cold as he reached out.