There is no way. Even if my junior brother Ah Yeh Ah Yeh, he still has to set off. Yumin led them all the way east to the port of the Yangtze River and summoned a ship that could sail by itself, escort the barrier and let the boat sail on the sea.

This night, Mo Ran got rid of his master for the first time and got along with his master outside. But strangely, he didn't seem as excited as expected.

Xue Meng and Xia Sini were both asleep, Mo Ran was lying alone on the deck, his arms resting behind his head, looking at the stars in the sky.

Shi Mei came out of the cabin and took some dried fish that the fishermen bought. She sat next to Mo Ran. The two of them chatted while gnawing on the dried fish.

"Aran, we may not be able to go to Lingshan to discuss swordsmanship once we go to Taohuayuan. I don't care. But you and the young master are both extremely powerful people. If you miss the opportunity to show your strength, don't you regret it?"

Mo Ran turned his head and smiled: "What's the matter? Fame is empty. If you go to Taohuayuan to learn skills and protect important people, it is more important than anything else."

Shi Mei looked up and said gently: "If you think so, Master will definitely be very happy if you know."

"What about you? Are you happy?"

"Of course I'm happy."

The waves slammed the boats and the wooden boats pounded on the sea.

Mo Ran lay on his side and looked at Shi Mei for a while. He wanted to make a few words, but he didn't know how to speak. In his eyes, Shi Mei was really unattainable and pure.

Perhaps it is because of being too pure that the lewd thoughts that you will have when facing Chu Wanning will not easily have when facing Shi Mei.

Mo Ran was stunned for a while.

Master Mai realized that he was looking at him, so he turned his head and brushed his long hair that was blown by the sea breeze behind his ears, and smiled slightly: "What's wrong?"

Mo Ran blushed and turned his head and said, "Nothing."

He originally wanted to take this opportunity to confess to Shi Mei carefully. But he could not speak even after several times.

Confession.

Then what?

Faced with such a clean, gentle and gentle person, Mo Ran could not become rough or strong, afraid of being rejected, and even if he was accepted, he was afraid of not knowing how to get along with his teacher.

After all, he really handled a short relationship with Shimei in his previous life... Except for the intimacy in the ghost emcee's illusion, he had never even kissed someone.

Not to mention that after experiencing this life, he was a little uncertain whether the person in the illusion was Chu Wanning or Shi Mei.

Shi Mei still smiled: "But you seem to have something to say to me."

Mo Ran felt a heat in his heart, and for a moment, it seemed that he wanted to break through this layer of window paper again.

But for some reason, a white figure suddenly flashed in front of me, with a clear face, not very much laughing, always alone, and very lonely.

Suddenly my throat seemed to be blocked and I could no longer speak.

Mo Ran turned his head and stared at the starry night sky.

After a while, he silently said, "Shi Mei, you are really important to me."

"Well. I know, you are to me too."

Mo Ran said again: "Do you know? I had a nightmare before. In the dream, you... you are gone, and I am very sad."

Shi Mei smiled: "You are quite stupid."

Mo Ran: "...I will protect you."

"Okay, let's thank my good junior brother first."

Mo Ran's heart moved and couldn't help saying, "I..."

Shi Mei asked softly: "What else do you want to say?"

The sound of the waves seemed so loud, and the boats were bumpy. Shi Mei looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to say the last sentence.

But Mo Ran closed his eyes: "It's nothing. It's cold at night, you go back to the cabin to sleep."

"..." Shi Meijing asked for a while, "What about you?"

Mo Ran is sometimes really stupid: "I... look at the stars and blow the wind."

Shi Mei did not move. After a while, he smiled: "Okay, then I'll leave. You take a break soon."

Turn around and go.

The masts and oars are walking in the sea, with the sky high and the clouds wide.

The guy lying on the deck didn't know what he had missed. He was actually a little absent-minded and had been trying to dig out the true emotions deep in his heart. He thought about it for a long time because he was too stubborn. When the sky turned white, he still didn't think of something.

He and Shi Mei stayed with each other day and had a deep relationship. Mo Ran thought that when they were alone, he would be impatient to confess to Shi Mei, but when the boat arrived at the bridge, he found that it was not the case. Maybe he was still too clumsy. At this time, he would definitely scare the other party. Even if he was not scared, he would not be able to negotiate the relationship.

Between Shi Mei, he seemed to be more accustomed to such hazy ambiguousness. Sometimes he had a thought and seemed to hold the other person's hand inadvertently, and the tenderness in his chest was flowing out like honey.

This feeling is very natural, and he actually doesn't want to break it immediately.

Very late, he returned to the cabin and everyone was already asleep. Mo Ran lay back on the mat and looked at the night outside the narrow skylight. Chu Wanning's figure slowly appeared in front of him, sometimes closing his eyes and sometimes his eyebrows were sharp.

Of course, Mo Ran also remembered the man's appearance of sleeping in a deep sleep, gentle and lonely, like a spring-sleeping crabapple that no one cares about because it is too high.

Putting aside hatred, Chu Wanning's entanglement with him in his previous life was beyond everyone in this world.

He took many first-time appearances from Chu Wanning, regardless of whether the other party wanted to.

For example, the first kiss, the first time I cook, the first time I burst into tears.

There is also Chu Wanning’s first night.

To death, when he thought of this, he felt hot all over and his blood rushing down.

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

For example, when you first become a disciple, you will coax someone for the first time, and you will give flowers for the first time.

For the first time I was extremely disappointed with a person.

And, for the first time I was moved.

Yes, I was moved for the first time.

When he came to the top of life and death, the first person he fell in love with was not Shi Mei, but Chu Wanning.

That day, under the crabapple tree, the young man in white was so focused on beauty that at first sight, Mo Ran felt that he didn't want anyone except this person to be his master.

But in which moment, everything changed?

When did the people he cares about become teachers, and the people he hates become teachers...

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

That was the first time he was punished by Chu Wanning to get rid of Liu Teng. The fifteen-year-old boy returned to the bedroom with scars and curled up on the bed alone, his throat choked and his eyes were wet and red. The wound on his back was second, and what made him most sad was his master's cold expression. When Tianwen fell, it was like whipping a dog that was stranded, without any distraction.

He secretly picked the begonia in the medicine garden, but he didn't know how precious that begonia was, nor did he know how much hard work Mrs. Wang spent. Waiting for five years, it was only after waiting for a blooming flower.

All he knew was that he came back on the moonlit night that day and saw a trace of white lying on the branches.

The petals are cold and the fragrance is faint.

He looked up and admired for a moment, thinking of his master. At that moment, an inexplicable throbbing surged in his heart for some reason, as if he couldn't help but feel slightly hot. Before he could react, he had carefully folded the flowers and moved gently, for fear of touching even a drop of dew on the petals.

Through the deep eyelash curtain, he looked at the night crabapple with clear dew under the moonlight. He didn't know that at that moment, the tenderness and love he left to Chu Wanning was so pure that there would never be another ten years, twenty years, until his death.

Before the flowers were given to the master, they were caught by Xue Meng, who happened to be here to collect herbs for his mother.

The young master was furious and sent him to his master. Chu Wanning looked back and heard this. He looked cold and sharp. He glanced at Mo Ran's face and asked him what he wanted to argue.

Mo Ran said: "I want to give it to..."

He was also holding the spring-sleeping crabapple in his hand, which was filled with frost and dew, and was indescribably cold and charming.

But Chu Wanning's eyes were so cold that the lava-like heat in his chest became cold foot by foot.

The word "you" can no longer be said.

He was so familiar with that feeling. Before he returned to the top of life and death, when he was short and thin, and traveling between Le Ling and Enke, he spent every day in such a look—

That kind of contempt, that kind of contempt...

Mo Ran suddenly shuddered and shuddered.

Does Master look down on him?

Facing Chu Wanning's cold questioning, Mo Ran felt cold. He lowered his head and said in a deep voice: "...I... have nothing to tell."

It's a final conclusion.

Because of this crabapple, Chu Wanning beat him forty vines until Mo Ran's initial kindness to him was broken.

But if Mo Ran was willing to explain more at that time, and if Chu Wan would rather ask more at that time, then maybe everything would have become different. This master and apprentice might not have taken the first step that would never be restored.

But, there are not so many ifs.

And it was at this point that warmth appeared beside him.

After returning from Chu Wanning, Mo Ran did not go to have a meal. He curled up on the bed and did not light up.

Shi Mei pushed the door and saw such a figure froze in the darkness. He gently placed the red oil dragon hand he brought on the table, then walked to the bed, and called out softly in harmony: "A Ran?"

Mo Ran did not have a deep love for Shi Mei at that time, and he did not look back. His blood-colored eyes were still staring at the wall, and his voice was hoarse and heavy as soon as he spoke.

"go out."
To be continued...