Article 148

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Putting aside the hatred, the entanglement between Chu Wanning and his previous life is deeper than everyone in this world.

He took away many firsts from Chu Wanning, whether the other party wanted it or not.

Such as first kiss, first cooking, first tears.

And the first night of Chu Wanning.

He was going to die, thinking of this made him feel hot all over, and his blood rushed down.

In contrast, he also gave Chu Wanning some of his first time, whether the other party wanted it or not.

For example, the first time to apprentice, the first time to coax people, the first time to give flowers.

Disappointed with someone for the first time.

And, for the first time tempted.

Yes, for the first time.

When he came to the peak of death and life, the first person he saw was not Shi Mei, but Chu Wanning.

Under the Begonia tree that day, the young man in white was so focused and beautiful that at first sight, Mo Ran felt that he didn't want anyone to be his master except this person.

But since when did everything change?

When exactly did the person he cares about become a teacher, and the person he hates became a master...

He thought about it carefully for the past few months, and then he felt that it should be after that misunderstanding.

That was the first time he was punished by Chu Wanning to smoke willow vines. The fifteen-year-old boy returned to the bedroom with scars, curled up on the bed alone, his throat was choked, and the tails of his eyes were red. The wound on his back came second, and what made him most sad was the cold expression of the master, Tian Wenluo, like whipping a bereaved dog, he was never half-hearted and soft-hearted.

He had stolen the crabapple from the medicine garden, but he didn't know how precious that crabapple was, and he didn't know how much Mrs. Wang had spent waiting for five years before a flower bloomed.

He only knew that when he came back on a moonlit night that day, he saw a touch of whiteness lying on the branch.

The color of the petals is cool and the fragrance is faint.

He looked up and admired for a moment, thinking of his master. At that moment, there was an inexplicable throbbing in my heart for some reason, and it seemed that even my fingertips couldn't help but feel slightly hot. Before he could react, he had carefully folded off the flower, moving gently, for fear of knocking off even a drop of dew on the petal stamen.

Through the thick eyelashes, he looked at the late night crabapple with dew under the moonlight. He didn't know that at that moment, the tenderness and love he left for Chu Wanning was so pure. In the next ten years, Twenty years, until death, there will be no more.

Before the flowers were given to the master, Xue Meng, who happened to come to collect medicine for his mother, came across him.

The young master angrily turned him to the master, Chu Wanning held the scroll and looked back, his eyes were cold and sharp, he glanced at Mo Ran's face, and asked him what he wanted to argue.

Mo Ran said: "I folded flowers, I want to give it to...."

He was still holding the Spring Sleeping Begonia in his hand, glistening with frost and dew, indescribably cold and charming.

But Chu Wanning's eyes were too cold, so cold that the lava-like heat in his chest cooled down inch by inch.

The word "you" can no longer be said.

He was too familiar with that feeling. Before he returned to the peak of death and life, when he was short and thin, shuttling between Le Ling and Enke, he spent every day in such eyes—— —

That contempt, that contempt...

The ink burned suddenly and shuddered.

Could it be that Master actually looked down on him?

Faced with Chu Wanning's cold questioning, Mo Ran only felt his heart chill. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice, "...I... have nothing to say."

It's a foregone conclusion.

Because of this one crabapple, Chu WanNing beat him forty vines. Until Mo Ran's initial goodwill towards him, it was all fragmented.

But if Mo Ran was willing to explain a little more at that time, if Chu Wanning was willing to ask a little more at that time, then maybe everything would be different, and this pair of masters and apprentices might not take the first step of eternal doom.

However, there are not so many ifs.

And it was at this juncture that warmth like a teacher appeared beside him.

After returning from Chu Wanning's side, Mo Ran didn't go to eat. He curled up on the bed and didn't turn on the lights.

Shi Mei pushed the door in and saw such a figure frozen in the dark. He gently put the red oil dragon hand on the table, then walked to the bed, and called softly: "Ah Ran?"

Mo Ran didn't have a deep-rooted affection for the teacher at that time, he didn't look back, his bloody eyes were still staring at the wall, and his voice was hoarse and heavy when he opened his mouth.

"go out."

"I'll bring you..."

"You get out for me."

"Ah Ran, don't do this."

"..."

"Master's temper is not good, it's fine if you get used to it. Get up and eat something."

Mo Ran was as stubborn as a donkey that could not be dragged back by ten horses.

"Don't eat, I'm not hungry."

"...At least put your stomach on it. If you don't eat it, the master will be angry if he knows—" Before he could speak out, Mo Ran sat up, his eyes full of water vapor were aggrieved and angry, through The eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Angry? Why is he angry? The mouth is on my own face. What does it matter if I eat or not? In fact, he doesn't want me as an apprentice at all. It's best if I starve to death. Respect and worry, so as to make his old man happy."

Teacher Mei: "..."

He didn't expect that his words would touch Mo Ran's sore spot like this, and he was a little at a loss for a while. He just stared blankly at the little junior brother in front of him.

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