Chapter 58: This Seat Seems a Little Confused

Mo Ran is not a bad drinker either.

However, on New Year's Eve, he drank all five jars of Pear Blossom White, smiling and pretending that nothing was wrong, even though he was obviously anxious. At the end of the night, his consciousness finally faded.

Mo Ran's throat rolled as Shi Mei dragged him back to the bed, and as he collapsed onto it, he tried to call Shi Mei's name.

However, habits can be scary.

For so many years, the people who were with me were not the white moonlight in my heart, but the mosquito blood that I was tired of seeing.

When he said it, it was still the same person he thought he hated.

" Chu Wanning "

Ambiguous.

" Wangning me"

Shi Mei froze for a moment and turned her head to look at Chu Wanning, who was standing by the door. Chu Wanning had just carried Xue Meng back to her bedroom, and was bringing in a bowl of sober soup when she heard Mo Ran's murmur.

He was stunned, then convinced that he had misheard.

After all, Mo Ran calls himself Master, so Chu Wanning is fine, as is Wangning.

He could not help but remember the time at the red lotus, when they had fallen asleep together, and Mo Ran had called the word Wangning clearly in her sleep, followed by a sloppy kiss on the lips.

Is it possible that Mo Ran still has a little bit of

The thought was extinguished before he could even think about it.

Chu Wanning has always been bold and clear, but when it comes to relationships, he thinks he's a coward for dragging his feet.

"Master." Shi Mei's soft, shining eyes, which were extremely charming, looked at him hesitantly with some suspicion, "You"

"Hmm."

"It's nothing really. Since Master is here to look after Mo Ran, I, I'll go first."

Chu Wanning said, "Wait a minute."

"Master has other orders."

Chu Wanning said, "Tomorrow, you're going to Peach Blossom Yard."

"Hmm."

Chu Wanning didn't look much, and after a while he said, "You go and rest. A few people are out there, look after each other, and"

He paused before saying, "Remember to come back early."

Shi Mei has left.

Chu Wanning walks to the bedside, lifts Mo Ran up with a blank face and gives him a spoonful of sobriety soup.

Mo Ran didn't like the sour taste and didn't drink long before spitting it all out. He opened his eyes and looked at Chu Wanning, half awake, half drunk, and muttered, "Master."

"Hmm. I'm in."

"Pfft." I don't know why I laughed again, dimples deep, and then said, "Brother God."

Chu Wanning :""

After saying that, he fell asleep on his back again.

Chu Wanning was worried about him catching a chill and stayed by his side, twisting the covers for him from time to time.

Outside the bedroom, many of the disciples had not yet gone to bed; Van Xianxia World had a habit of keeping the New Year, and most of them were still in their rooms in groups, telling jokes, playing pai gow, or conjuring spells.

As the water drips from the water leak hanging in front of the Loyalty Palace, signalling the turn of the year, the disciples come out of their rooms and start lighting fireworks, and the night is suddenly filled with silver flowers and fire trees.

Mo Ran woke up in a daze to the deafening sound of voices outside.

He opened his eyes and held his aching forehead to see Chu Wanning sitting beside his bed, his calm, handsome face without much expression, and when he saw he was awake, he simply said, "I woke you up."

"Master."

Sobriety can't help but be a jolt.

Why is it Chu Wanning who is with her, Shi Mei?

In your sleep, you can't have said anything wrong

Mo Ran is apprehensive and peeks over his shoulder to see how Chu Wanning looks, but he is relieved that Chu Wanning is fine.

Outside, the firecrackers were going off and the two looked at each other uncomfortably for a moment.

Chu Wanning: "Going to see the fireworks?"

Mo Ran: " What about Shi Mei?"

The two words were uttered almost simultaneously.

It's too late to regret it again.

Mo Ran's eyes widened slightly in surprise, staring at his face for a long moment as if she had never known him before.

After a silence, Chu Wanning rose seemingly unconcerned, and as he pushed out the door, he turned half his face sideways: "It's all about the watch, he should still be awake, go and find him."

Sure enough, with a temper as bad as his own, even if he bet all his courage and left him to watch the fireworks burst into bloom with him, all he would get would be a rejection.

I should have known better than to ask, so humiliating.

Back at the red lotus water pavilion, Chu Wanning sits alone under the everlasting begonia tree, alone, cloaked in a cloak of warmth, watching the sky ablaze with flowers.

In the distance, there are the warm lights of the place where the disciples live and the sounds of laughter coming from them, none of which has much to do with him.

He should have gotten used to it a long time ago.

But for some reason, my heart is very tight.

I guess it's extra hard to come back to your own coolness after seeing the hustle and bustle of others.

He watched in silence as the fireworks rose and fell, one or two at a time, as people greeted each other with Happy New Year's Eve, three or five times.

Chu Wanning leans against the flowering tree and closes his eyes a little wearily.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I sensed that someone had broken into the boundary.

His heart stirred slightly, but he dared not open his eyes until he heard the sound of faintly panting breaths and the familiar sound of footsteps stopping again a short distance away.

The teenager's voice carried a hint of hesitation.

"Master."

Chu Wanning :""

"I'm leaving tomorrow."

""

"It will take a long time to get back."

""

"I thought there was nothing really going on tonight and I have to get up early again tomorrow, Shi Mei he should be asleep already and won't be on watch."

The footsteps sounded again, this time leaning closer and stopping at a stone's throw away.

Mo Ran said, "So if you still want to, I" he opened his mouth and the sentence that followed was muffled by a huge cluster of hilarious fireworks.

Chu Wanning stretched his eyes and lifted his gaze, just as he saw the starry river in the night sky, the silver frost and flower fire scattered in dots, the good-looking young boy standing in front of him, seven parts pity and three parts blush.

""

Chu Wanning had always been a proud man who had never cared for the companionship of others out of pity. But at this moment, he looked at him and suddenly felt unable to say anything to refuse.

I guess I've been lost to soju myself.

At this point in time, Chu Wanning was surprised to feel a soreness and warmth in his chest again.

"Now that you are here, sit down." Finally, he said faintly, "I will watch with you."

He looked up at the sky, his expression seemingly indifferent, but the fingers in his sleeves were curled up with tension. He did not dare to look too closely at the people around him, but only watched the fireworks blooming in the sky, the long night and the fallen flowers.

Chu Wanning asks softly, "These days, it's all right."

"Well." Mo Ran said, "I have met a particularly cute little brother, and in my previous letters, I have spoken to the Master about it. How is your master injured?"

"No harm done. You must not blame yourself."

A firework shatters with a bang, scattering into a multicoloured splendour.

That night, the fireworks were so bright that a thin layer of smoke filled the snowy air. They sat under the flowering tree to celebrate the New Year. Chu Wanning did not like to talk, so Mo Ran found something to talk to him about.

The next morning, Mo Ran awoke to find herself still under the flowering tree, her head in Chu Wanning's lap and a soft, thick cloak of firefox fur, the same smooth, well-made clothing Chu Wanning wore to keep out the cold.

Mo Ran, slightly startled, looks up to see Chu Wanning sleeping against the trunk of a tree, his eyelashes drooping, his long, soft lashes fluttering slightly as he breathes, like a butterfly in the wind.

They actually sat under a tree yesterday and fell asleep like that

It shouldn't be.

Chu Wanning's obsessive-compulsive temperament would have led him back to the house to sleep again, even if he was tired. How could he be willing to lounge around under a tree, with this fox fur on him?

Did he put the cover on himself?

Mo Ran sits up, her ink-black hair a little loose, her eyes open, draped in Chu Wanning's fur coat, a little bewildered.

He wasn't too drunk yesterday, and although he doesn't remember some things clearly, he can still recall them in general.

He also made a conscious decision to go to the red lotus and keep the New Year with Chu Wanning.

I hated this man so much, but when I heard him ask, "Are you going to see the fireworks?", when I saw him turn around and walk away alone with his head down.

I can't believe I feel sad

I thought, "We won't see each other again for a long time anyway, and the feud in this life is not that deep.

It was approached in a dignified manner.

Now I look back and think I really was

Before he could finish his thoughts, Chu Wanning also woke up.

Mo Ran mumbled, "Master."

"Hmm." The man who had just woken up frowned slightly, holding the corner of his forehead and rubbing it, "You haven't left yet"

"I... I just woke up."

Mo Ran finds that her eloquent tongue tends to stumble and stutter whenever she meets Chu Wanning's indifferent face these days.

After a moment, Mo Ran remembered that Chu Wanning's cloak was still on him and took it off, wrapping it around his shoulders in a frenzied manner.

As he draped his cloak, Mo Ran noticed that Chu Wanning, despite being clad in three layers, was a little thin in the snow without a warm coat.

This thought made him move with increasing urgency, and as he fiddled with the tassel, he tied his own fingers into it clumsily.

Mo Ran :""

Chu Wanning gave him a look, reached out to untie it and said faintly, "I'll do it myself."

"Good."

Another neat addition.

"I'm sorry."

"Nothing."

Mo Ran stood up and hesitated for a moment, "Master, I'm going to pack my things, have another breakfast, and then I'm off."

"Hmm."

"Shall we go down to dinner?" he said, "I'd like to bite my tongue", "Why did you invite Chu Wanning?

Perhaps seeing the regret that appeared on Mo Ran's face immediately after the question, Chu Wanning paused for a moment and said, "No need. You can go by yourself."

Mo Ran, afraid that if he stayed with him any longer, he would say something even more shocking, said, "Then I'll go first, first."

Chu Wanning: "Good."

As Mo Ran leaves, Chu Wanning sits expressionlessly under the tree for a moment, then, holding onto the trunk, slowly rises but does not move.

His legs had been pillowed by Mo Ran overnight and he was too numb to walk.

After standing sullenly under the tree for a long time, waiting for the circulation to return, Chu Wanning dragged his leg and limped back to the house.

As it turned out, after sitting in the freezing cold all night, even though there was no snow on the ground under the shade of the begonia trees, I caught a chill.

"Ah chirp."

He sneezed and the ends of his eyes immediately flushed wet red.

As he held his handkerchief over his nose, Chu Wanning thought, "I think I'm going to die of a wind chill.

Elder Yu Heng.

He is the number one contemporary master of the Xianxia world, with three Shenwu hands. When the Heavenly Question comes out, all the four seas are shocked, and the White Cloth descends to the world without colour.

So formidable a figure, it is fair to say that he would have been the strongest force possessor of his generation.

Unfortunately, even the toughest of men have their weaknesses, and Chu Wanning's is his fear of the cold. When he gets cold, he gets a headache and a fever, so on the day Mo Ran and Shi Mei leave the summit of death, Master Chu not only loses his medicine and becomes small again, but also, unsurprisingly, starts sneezing and sniffling.

So when the Feathermen came to pick them up at midday, they received a healthy Xue Meng, Mo Ran, Shi Mei, and a poor little brother "Xia Sini" who couldn't stop sneezing.