Chapter 181: Memories of the Master

Chu Wanning woke up early on the morning of the second day of the confession.

But he did not get up, for he looked out quietly through the curtain and found Mo Ran still asleep, simply on the floor, close to the edge of the bed.

Chu Wanning, who could not see so well through the curtain, pressed on for a moment, but did not press on. He reached out his hand, trying to lift the curtain a little, but before his hand touched the curtain, he replaced it with a finger, using his fingertips, and lifted it just a little.

It's as if it's not peeking if it's just a little bit.

The sun pours in through the window paper, a red and golden glow, cut into narrow silhouettes, shining on Mo Ran's handsome face.

Chu Wanning, who had not seen his sleeping face for a long time, looked at it quietly, carefully, for a long time.

It was so long that it reminded him of the year when Mo Ran had just been brought back to the top of the dead life by Xue Zhengyong. A somewhat shy teenager, he could burst out with a brilliant enthusiasm like fire when he was happy, and loved to cling to himself when he had nothing better to do than to say that he wanted to worship him as his master.

You can't even drive them away.

At the first meeting before Tongtian Tower, Chu Wanning insisted that he would not accept a pupil because he thought the statement "he looks the gentlest and I like him the best" was ridiculous and unbelievable.

He left Mo Weiyu out to dry for fourteen days.

It is said that Mo Weiyu asked Xue Zhengyong, the wife of Wang Shi Mingjing, including Xue Meng, to find a way to enter his tutelage.

In the end, I don't know who gave him the bad idea to follow the example of Ching Mun Lixue and stand outside the red lotus water pavilion waiting for someone. When Chu Wanning left in the morning, he would ask for good wishes and beg to be taught, and when Chu Wanning returned in the evening, he would continue to ask for good wishes and beg to be taught.

Chu Wanning's reaction to this act was: meh.

Walk away as if you were ignoring it.

He did not like to be pursued with such vehemence; he was a man who, being emotionally reticent himself, was willing to deal only with those emotions that were equally placid and reticent.

I don't know if it was the environment he grew up in, but the young man was a good judge of character, and probably sensed Chu Wanning's coldness.

But he came to the red lotus water pavilion every day as usual, sweeping up all the dead branches and leaves in front of the courtyard for Chu Wanning, and when he saw Chu Wanning coming out, he stood with his broom, scratched his head and said with a smile, "Elder Yu Heng."

Not to speak of early rising in the morning, nor to ask for well being in the twilight.

Just that simple phrase, Yu Heng elders, and then just laugh.

Chu Wanning doesn't look at him and walks off on his own, and he doesn't get annoyed, sweeping the fallen leaves behind him with a clatter.

After ten days of peace and quiet, Chu Wanning was in a very good mood one morning when the lotus flowers in the red lotus pavilion bloomed overnight, and the fragrance of the lotus flowers made him feel good.

He pushed his way out and saw Mo Ran, a young man, with his head down, intently picking his way up the winding path, sweeping the leaves.

When he looked up, he saw Chu Wanning standing in front of the gate, he froze for a moment and then grinned, his arms half-rolled up and exposed, he held up the dead leaves he hadn't had time to throw away and waved at Chu Wanning

" Elder Yu Heng."

The sound is clear, with the sweetness of fresh fruit, obviously not loud, but it seems to reverberate for a long time between the peaks, a white floating cloud flows away, the sunlight pours down from the clouds, penetrating the forest through the leaves, the wind rises among the bamboo forest, shy and sluggish.

Chu Wanning stood there for a moment, his pupils turned amber by the sudden brightness of the morning light. He squinted his eyes slightly, and for a moment it seemed that the dead leaves in the young man's hands were no longer so dead, but had become as gorgeous and colourful as the smiling man.

He did not move and walked down the stone steps.

Mo Ran was used to his aloofness and did not take it personally, but as usual, stood to one side and waited for Chu Wanning to pass.

On that day, Chu Wanning walked past him as he always did, descending one step at a time.

Then, suddenly, he turned his face slightly sideways and glanced back at the teenager, his voice as clear as a spring and as quiet as a lake.

He said, "Thanks a lot."

Mo Ran froze for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he was busy waving his hands and saying, "No, no, it's all what a disciple should do."

Chu Wanning said, "I have no intention of taking you on as a disciple."

But the tone of voice and demeanour are no longer as resolute as they were at the beginning.

He turned around and walked on, but at the end he looked back at Mo Ran for some reason, probably because he could not bear it.

The result was that the teenager did not feel the least bit blocked, but jumped excitedly in place with his broom, his young face full of vigour and exuding endless light and enthusiasm.

So this guy didn't even care about the second half of the sentence, just heard a thank you and he was so happy!

A few more days passed in this way, and one day it rained.

The rain was not too heavy, Chu Wanning was never too lazy to take an umbrella or open the boundary, so he thought it would only take a burn to get to the Terrace of Good and Evil, so it didn't matter if he got wet, he could just use a spell to dry it out.

He pushed the door out.

Mo Ran is still around.

But he wasn't sweeping today, the broom was set aside, he was holding an oil paper umbrella, squatting on the ground with his back to Chu Wanning, concentrating on something, one shoulder shrugging slightly, he was short and squatting even smaller, the umbrella was big and dark brown, it looked funny, like a mushroom emerging from the spring rain.

Chu Wanning stifled a faint smile, walked up behind him, coughed lightly and asked, "What's doing"

"Ah." The teenager looked back at him with a start, tilting his head.

The first phrase is " Yu Heng elders".

Before Chu Wanning could respond, his eyes widened and he spoke a second time, "Why don't you have an umbrella?"

Before Chu Wanning could reply, he stood up, stood on his tiptoes, struggled to raise the oil-paper umbrella in his hands and said a third time, "This is for you."

But he was still too short, and he was standing one step below Chu Wanning. He tried very hard, but the umbrella barely covered Chu Wanning's head, but the force was not steady enough.

So, before Chu Wanning could say anything, Mo Ran was busy saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," in a frenzy.

Chu Wanning :""

When Mo Ran says the first sentence, he can answer "Hmm."

When Mo Ran says the second sentence, he can answer "No need."

When Mo Ran says the third sentence, he can reply, "Keep it to yourself."

But after Mo Ran's fourth sentence, a series of apologies, Chu Wanning was speechless, his eyes downcast, unable to tell whether his expression was bland or gloomy, and finally he just sighed and took the umbrella from Mo Ran's hand, placing it squarely over their heads.

He lifted his eyes to Mo Ran, thought for a moment and circled back to the original statement.

"What are you doing?"

"Save the earthworm."

Chu Wanning, thinking he had misheard, frowned and asked, "What"

Mo Ran smiled, his dimples deep and adorable, and he scratched his head with a little blush, stumbling, "Save, save the earthworm."

Chu Wanning lowered his eyes and his gaze fell on Mo Ran's dangling hand, which held a branch in its palm, dripping with water that must have been picked up from the ground. Looking further up the stone steps, there is indeed a stupid earthworm lying in a pool of water, slowly wriggling.

"When the rain stops, these earthworms that ran out of the mud should be dried into earthworms." Mo Ran was a little embarrassed, "So I wanted to get them all back into the grass."

Chu Wanning asks lightly, "With a branch"

"Hmm."

Seeing the cold look on his face, Mo Ran was worried about being looked down upon by Elder Yu Heng, so he said hurriedly, "I'm not afraid of using my hands, but when I was a child, Mother told me that you can't catch earthworms with your hands, they will rot your skin and flesh."

Chu Wanning shook his head, "That's not what I'm talking about."

He lifted his hand slightly and with a point of his fingertips, he saw a thin, soft golden willow branch come out of a gap in the long green stone steps, wrapping it around the earthworm lying in the puddle and carrying it back to the nearby grass. Mo Ran's eyes widened in amazement, "What is this?"

"Heavenly Questions."

"What is the question of heaven?"

Chu Wanning gave him a look and said, "It's my weapon."

Mo Ran looked even more surprised: "The Elder's weapons are so so"

"So small." Chu Wanning took the words out for him.

Mo Ran: "Heh heh."

Chu Wanning flicked his sleeve and looked indifferent: "He has his moments, naturally.

"Well, can I see it?"

"It's best not to ever see it."

Mo Ran, who had not yet understood what Chu Wanning meant by this statement, turned his head to watch the willow vine poking through the cracks in the stone steps, rolling up all the earthworms that had been soaked in the rainwater and returning them to the wet soil, with a gradual look of envy.

Chu Wanning suddenly asked, "Do you want to learn?"

Mo Ran was stunned, then her eyes widened in surprise and she didn't know what to say, but ended up nodding repeatedly, her handsome face flushed red.

Chu Wanning said, "Tomorrow after the morning practice, go to the bamboo grove behind the Terrace of Good and Evil and I will wait for you there."

Mo Ran stared at his back for a long time, then suddenly realised what Chu Wanning had meant and her face turned even redder.

No longer caring about the wet ground, he immediately dropped to his knees and bowed, his still young voice full of eagerness and joy.

"Yes, Master."

""This time Chu Wanning did not approve, nor did he stop, but stood in place for a moment, and then continued to walk away, the rain pounding on the surface of the umbrella, dripping like a khon.

It was not until his back was gone that Mo Ran rose from the ground, and it was only then that he realised that a golden, translucent barrier had opened above his head, flowing with five petals of flower shadow, shielding him from the fine wind and rain.

Chu Wanning remembers that when Xue Zhengyong was informed of his decision, he was both relieved and surprised, asking him, "Yu Heng, why are you willing to take him on?"

At that time, he was sitting on the high seat of the Terrace of Good and Evil, throwing and squeezing the oil paper umbrella Mo Ran had given him in his hand, his slender knuckles, if anything, rubbing over the ancient handle of the umbrella, and finally saying faintly, "It is convenient for him to save the earthworm."

Xue Zhengyong let out a cry and his leopard eyes widened like a cat.

"Save what?"

Chu Wanning did not reply again, but only lowered his eyes to look at the green bamboo umbrella bones, a little smile gradually appeared in his eyes.

In the blink of an eye, so much time has passed.

The young man he took as his disciple was at first simple, but later went astray, but fortunately, in the end, he grew up to be a proper Your Mightiness and did not disappoint him.

A little fingertip of root-white peeks out of the curtain as Chu Wanning gazes at Mo Ran's sleeping face through the faintest of gaps.

That young man is now a handsome and upright man, his features are more distinctive than before, and there is an air of stability and maturity between his eyebrows.

But as always, when Mo Ran slept, his brow was slightly furrowed, as it had been since he was a child, his eyelashes hanging low, as if he was about to be weighed down by a heavy heart and could no longer lift them.

Chu Wanning found it amusing to think that this man was so young, how could he have so many sad thoughts?

As she thought this, she saw Mo Ran's long, curling eyelashes flicker and her eyes slowly open.

""

Chu Wanning's fingers immediately stiffened and he tried to pull his hand back and pretend to be asleep.

But Mo Ran is a strange man. He doesn't have the bedwetter's air of a young man, rather he has the air of an older man, in other words, he wakes up quickly.

And inexplicably, he seems to have a keen instinct for the slightest change in his sleeping environment, as if he is in constant danger of assassination, moving from step to step as if on thin ice.

Before Chu Wanning could pull the tip of his finger back through the slit in the tent, Mo Ran's eyes had landed on that exact point of fingertip.

Chu Wanning :""

As the honour and reputation of Elder Yu Heng was at stake, Chu Wanning had the bright idea of rolling over and sticking his whole hand out of the tent curtain, draping it lazily over the edge of the bed.

It would appear that the curtain had not been lifted, but that the sleeping man had rolled over, stretched his arms and inadvertently peeked out of the tent.

Mo Ran could not have imagined that the serious and rigid Chu Wanning would come up with such an idea, and he was easily fooled.

But instead of leaving immediately, he grabbed Chu Wanning's exposed wrist and carefully placed it back between the bedding. It was only after this had been done that Chu Wanning heard the door creak open.

Mo Ran went out.

Chu Wanning's eyes stretched slightly as he looked out the door into the hazy light of the sky and was lost in thought for a long time.

Perhaps it was because he had never had the luxury of wishing he and Mo Ran could be together, not even imagining it concretely, so even after the night, at this point in time, he still felt as if it was all a dream.

The impression is that Mo Ran was secretly in love with Shi Mingjing, and over the years he has stood alone behind them, seeing everything clearly.

Watch Mo Ran smile brightly at Shi Mingjing, watch Mo Ran cook noodles for Shi Mingjing, watch Mo Ran sneakily help Shi Mingjing with her assignments and look so happy that she thinks no one knows.

In fact, Chu Wanning knows all this.

For this he has had his share of envy, jealousy, hard feelings and resentment.

Also thought I had a release.

In fact, it's not that easy to let go, even if you know it's impossible, but you still refuse to look back, and you're reluctant to leave.

Over the years, Chu Wanning himself has asked himself whether such a doomed wait is worth it, and whether such an obsessive wait is cheap. But after asking herself countless times, the answer has always been in vain.

He, Chu Wanning, had also been a heartless man who watched those infatuated men and women with cold eyes. He could not understand why he had to force himself to carry a relationship in his arms even though it hurt so much, and refused to throw it away even though he was bruised. He did not understand, and only when the karma of wanting but not wanting burned in his heart could he finally know

The world is full of generous friendships and true feelings, and this is true for the most part.

It can be put down, but never abandoned.

For this reason, Chu Wanning, who does not understand what Mo Ran really thinks of Shi Mei, is somewhat confused and hesitant. He doesn't understand what makes Mo Ran want to look away from Shi Mingjing and onto his own slightly troubled face.

Well because of gratitude

Because of guilt

Wanting to follow the example of a female ghost to repay the love of a flower demon, so she gives her body in return

Shit, did he confess his love to Shi Mei and she rejected him?

Chu Wanning was in a daze, his mind was racing, and all of a sudden, he was thinking about the girl and the girl, Chen Shimei, who had fallen in love with him, and finally, the more he thought about it, the angrier he got up and kicked Mo Ran twice on the floor where he had been playing last night before anyone saw him.