Chapter 506

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The world is so ordinary, but the mortal world is so lively.

Before Mo Ran was fifteen years old, he was very hungry and could not eat these good wines and dishes.

After becoming the Immortal Emperor, even among thousands of people, he still couldn't get such true peace.

It's all there now.

Suddenly flames started to rise, and it turned out that it was the man in charge of the pot who was taking the dishes out of the pot. The fire rolled up in clusters from the big pot, reflecting a layer of delicate copper-colored oil all over the shirtless man's body. Oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar were poured down one after another, and his strong arms The muscles are trembling, and the stir-fried dish is ready in no time.

When hot, serve immediately.

"Double-fried and crispy!" shouted the second brother who was doing the job.

In the previous life, Ta Xianjun couldn't please him with all kinds of delicacies, but for some reason, he was actually laughed out loud by this "fried double crisp". His slender fingers were folded together and placed on the smooth chin, a pair of slender and deep Her eyelashes moved slightly, and the brilliance from all over the world gathered on the two ink curtains at this moment, dyeing the darkness very brightly.

Allen Chu asked: "Why are you laughing?"

"I don't know, I'm just happy."

Allen Chu stopped talking, but the handsome man opposite him had such a charming smile that inexplicably made his heart brighten.

After eating, I looked up at the sky and felt that it was going to rain, but the people below didn't seem to care and were still enjoying the glorious night in an orderly manner.

They walked past a lantern shop, and Mo Ran suddenly stopped and stood there looking.

Chu nightning followed his gaze and looked over. It turned out that the old craftsman was carefully pasting a pagoda lantern. There was another very similar one that had also been made. There was a holder underneath, which was a river lantern.

"Old man, please, please bring me this pagoda lamp."

He didn't ask the price, and he didn't ask whether Mo Ran liked it.

Chu night Ning walked over and handed the golden leaf to the old man who was hunched over and making a lamp seriously, and then casually handed the river lantern to the apprentice standing behind him.

"Take it."

Mo Ran was surprised and happy, and even a little confused: "For me?"

Chu nightning did not speak. He took the half bottle of wine that was not finished during the meal and looked around. His eyes fell on the gurgling river in the distance, and he walked there.

The lights flickered on and off, then on again, and the lights were brilliant, winning the solemnity of the pagoda.

Mo Ran held the river lantern and murmured: "I have wanted to fly it once since I was a child, but I have no money every year."

"Yes." Allen Chu glanced at him lightly, "You are the poorest."

The ink burned and smiled.

The river was flowing quietly and gently. Chu Wanning didn't want to go down to the stone steps. He was lazy, so he just folded his arms and leaned under the covered bridge so leisurely. The Taoist priest in white leaned against the dark black bridge pillar, holding the rope He raised his head to take a sip from the wine flask with bright red tassels, and then turned his face slightly. The dim light from the red lantern at the corner of the eaves shone on his face as delicate as porcelain. His expression was indifferent, but his eyes had a warmth that he couldn't hide. Looking at the happy man on the river bank, holding a river lantern, with slightly clumsy hands and feet.

Idiot, what's so funny about this.

But he still watched Mo Ran walk to the river without blinking, chatting a lot with the pagoda lantern, and finally leaned over and gently placed it on the river. A ray of golden and red light was reflected in the sparkling river water. In the middle, Mo Ran paddled the water twice and sent the pagoda away.

That day, Mo Ran stood by the dark river for a long time.

It wasn't a festival, and no one else put lights on the river except him.

Only the small pagoda lantern, exuding a weak and stubborn light, traveled far and wide in the endless cold water of the night, then turned into a trembling and bleak spark, and was finally swallowed up by the darkness and disappeared.

Mo Ran stood there silently, no one knew what he was thinking.

He saw it till the end.

Until the surface of the Yangtze River, there was no more light.

It's raining, thunderstorm.

The raindrops hit the duckweeds and knocked on the white walls and black tiles.

Everyone left with smiles and exclaims. It was rare to see such a sudden downpour in winter. The vendors rushed to cover the pots, pans, utensils and utensils they used to make a living with brown oilcloths, and hurriedly pushed their carts around. Run away and hide from this heavy rain.

Chu Wanning was also a little dull for a while. Although Jingzhe was not far away, it was not winter yet, and the rain was too heavy and anxious.

He stood under the covered bridge, the rain and wind blew, only a little bit of his clothes got wet, but Mo Ran ran up from the river beach below in a hurry, his clothes were wet, his face was wet, and his eyes were wet, very black.

Looking at him, he smiled softly and sheepishly.

"Open a spell and bake it yourself."

"Um."

Such heavy rain does not prevent the immortals from traveling, especially masters like Mo Ran and Chu Wanning. A small barrier can return to the top of death and life.

But none of them opened the barrier. Instead, they stood side by side under the pillars, waiting for the rain to stop.

After waiting for a long time, the rain showed no signs of abating. The sky and the earth were filled with mist and rapids. The night market that was bustling just now suddenly dissipated, like watercolors diluted by the cold rain and wet ink paintings.

Mo Ran said: "The rain seems to have no intention of stopping."

Chu Wanning said lightly: "It's raining so much, it seems like I'm sick."

Mo Ran laughed out loud, laughed for a while, turned his head and said to Allen Chu: "What should I do, I can't go back."

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