Article 23
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Chapter 9 This seat is not a drama
Chu nightning's taste is really bad.
tedious. dull. Desperate.
Look at this shelf full of broken books!
"Ancient Enchantment Catalog", "Exotic Flowers and Herbs", "Linyi Confucianism Men's Piano Score", "Plants and Trees Collection", the only ones that can be regarded as pastimes are probably only a few "Shu Di Travel Notes" and "Ba Shu Food Notes" .
Mo Ran picked up a few newer books, obviously Chu nightning would not read it often, smeared all the pages inside, and drew a bunch of chūn palace pictures.
He thought while drawing, humming, there are not 10,000 or 8,000 books in the collection here. When Chu Wanning found out that several of them were changed to banned books, he didn't know it was a matter of the Year of the Monkey. At that time, Chu Wanning I definitely don't know who it is, and I can only be sullen. It's wonderful, wonderful.
Thinking about it, I couldn't help but laugh out loud while holding the book.
The ink burned more than ten books in a row, using imagination, unrestrained, what kind of erotic paintings, the brushwork can be described as Cao Yi with water and Wu with the wind, very elegant and handsome. If someone asks Elder Yuheng to borrow books, and happens to borrow these books, it is estimated that something like this will spread—
"Old Man Yuheng has a heart-wrenching face, and actually secretly clipped pictures of men and women joking in "The Secret of Qingxin"!"
"Elder Yuheng is a teacher, and there is a comic strip of Longyang's broken sleeve in the sword book!"
"What is the Big Dipper Immortal Venerable, a bird with a crown!"
The more the ink burned, the more laughable it became. In the end, Gān clung to his stomach and rolled around on the ground with a brush. He was so happy that he was kicking his feet. He didn't even notice that someone walked to the door of the library.
So when the teacher came over, what he saw was a man who was rolling in the stack of books, laughing into a frenzy.
Teacher: "...A burning, what are you doing?"
The ink burned for a while, and he sat up and hurriedly covered all the pictures, putting on a dog-like face: "Wipe, wipe the floor."
The teacher held back a smile: "Take the clothes to wipe the floor?"
"Cough, I didn't find a rag. Let's not talk about this, teacher, why did you come at night?"
"I went to your house to find you, but I didn't find it. After asking others, I knew that you were here with the master." The teacher entered the library and helped Mo Ran to put away the books that were piled all over the floor. Er, "It's all right, I'll come and see you."
The ink burned very happy, and was a little flattered. He pursed his lips. People who are always slick and tongue-tied are actually speechless.
"Then...well...then you sit!" He turned around happily for a long time, and the ink burned a little nervously, "I, I will help you pour tea."
"No, I came here quietly. If Master finds out, it will be troublesome."
The ink burned and scratched his head: "That's what I said..." Chu nightning is a pervert! Sooner or later, he will be knocked down, and he will no longer submit to his power!
"You haven't eaten dinner yet? I brought you some dishes."
The ink burned eyes brightened: "Dragon picks hands?"
"Pfft, you're really not tired of it. You didn't bring the chasing hands, and the red lotus water pavilion is far away. I'm afraid that it will be boring if you bring it. Now, it's some stir-fried vegetables, do you have an appetite?"
The teacher opened the food box next to it, and there were really a few red and bright side dishes. A plate of Shunfeng Er, a plate of fish-flavored shredded pork, a plate of uterus jelly, a plate of smashed melons, and a bowl of rice.
"Hey, did you put peppers?"
"I'm afraid you'll panic, let it go a little bit." The teacher smiled, he and Mo Ran both like to eat spicy dishes, and naturally know the truth of no spicy food, "but your wound is not well, I dare not let it go too much. A lot, a little bit of flavor is better than no red at all."
The ink burned and bit the chopsticks happily, and the dimples were sweet like honey under the candlelight: "Wow! I want to cry!"
The teacher couldn't bear to laugh: "The food will be cold after you cry. Cry after eating."
The ink burned and cheered, and the chopsticks were thrown quickly.
When he eats, he is like a hungry dog. Chu nightning always dislikes his ghostly eating, but the teacher will not dislike it.
The teacher is always gentle, smiling and letting him eat slower, while handing him a cup of tea. The plate was soon empty, and the ink burned and touched the stomach and often sighed, squinting and sighing: "Satisfied..."
The teacher seemed to inadvertently asked: "Is Long Chaoshou delicious, or are these dishes delicious?"
The ink burns on the diet, just like his obsession with his first love, he is very infatuated. Tilting his head, his black and soft eyes looked at the teacher, and grinned: "Long Chaoshou."
"..." The teacher shook his head with a smile. After a while, he said, "A Ran, let me change your medicine for you."
The ointment was prepared by Mrs. Wang.
In her early years, Mrs. Wang was a disciple of the "Lone Moon Night" in the pharmacy fairy door. She was weak in martial arts and didn't like fighting, but she liked studying medicine very much. There was a medicine garden at the top of life and death, where she planted it by herself. There are many precious plants and trees, so there is never a shortage of wound medicine in the sect.
The ink burned off his shirt, his back was facing the teacher, and the scars behind him were still faint, but the warm fingers of the teacher were dipped in the ointment, and they were rubbed and rubbed little by little. stand up.
"Okay." The teacher wrapped a new bandage on the ink and knotted it carefully, "Put on your clothes."
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