The Husky and His White Cat Shizun Chapter 145

The forest is dyed and the farming is over.

The villagers of Yuliang Village prepared a number of bags of large and small, containing some dried meat, rice cakes, spices, and coa.r.s.e cloth. They rushed to the late night and burned the chest.

Although there is no shortage of food and clothing for death and death, this is a piece of mind for the villagers. If it is not collected, it is not good. Therefore, the two were not polite and helped the village chief to fill the plaque.

Linger also came, holding a bamboo basket in his arms, the basket was covered with a piece of blue and white cloth, the cloth was opened, the steamed glutinous rice cake was inside, and there were ten green sh.e.l.ls that had been cooked. egg.

Before she came to the ink-burning horse, her **** and white eyes s.h.i.+mmered and wanted to see him, but she was embarra.s.sed to think of her bold confession when she was half-awake and half-awake. After smas.h.i.+ng for a long time, I smashed the past and raised the basket over my head. I said to the handsome man who had already started the horse: "Mo Xianjun, these... these are all cooked in the morning, you bring, and eat on Chuxianjun."

I don’t know what her move is, so hesitated, I don’t know if I should refuse it.

Linger understood his concerns and raised his head slyly, his cheeks were red, his eyes were awkward and a little hurt.

Although she is full of strength, she wants to climb a terrific fairy, but she is not the kind of girl who has no dignity and is refused to continue to stalk.

She said: "Xianjun rest a.s.sured that Linger has no other meaning, just want to thank this for most of the month, Xianjun cares for Yuliang Village."

The ink burned the bamboo basket. He sat on the horse and looked at her with his eyelashes. He said sincerely, "Thank you girl."

"Xianjun is polite."

When the ink burned, she could afford to put it down, and she felt some feelings in her heart, so she asked her more: "What plans does the girl have in the future?"

"Why did Xianjun ask this question?"

"I don't think girls are people who are willing to live in villages for a long time."

Linger smiled and had a grudge in his eyes: "I want to go to the repairing circles to see, I heard that the Confucian monarchs are benevolent, and they are willing to go to the world, and those of us who are in the world can only be in Linyi. If you want to get a job, he won’t leave us. I’m a good girl, I’ll cook, and I’ll always be able to mix some days.”

Of course, the most important thing she did not say - the Confucian disciples are the most in the top ten sects, the sects are vast, there are a total of 72 cities, Linyi is the metropolis of Xianmen, there are ten people walking on the road, there are five The monk, when she goes there, will find it easier to find a good husband.

Chu night Ning did not know her mind, listened to her going to Linyi, frowned and said: "The Confucianism is deep, not as simple as a girl thinks. If the girl wants to live in the upper boundary for a long time, it is better to consider Yangzhou Linling. ""

"Yangzhou can't survive, and the cost of eating and drinking is too expensive." Linger said, "Thank you for your kindness, and Linger has his own considerations."

Since she has talked about this, Chu Xinning knows that it is useless to say more, and he will do it.

The two carried a package full of Dangdang. When Chu Ning pa.s.sed through the vicinity of Choi Die Town, he also paid special attention to the enchantment there. Fortunately, the spirit was abundant and everything was stable. So all the way to the horseshoes did not stop, at noon, they finally returned to the death and death.

Chu Xiaoning went to Xue Zhengxuan to exchange information. There was nothing to do with ink burning. He wandered around and b.u.mped into a person at the bridge, and wiped the stone lion on the bridge.

I ignite my heart, I don’t know who made the mistake, and I was punished for hard work here.

The person who is punished will generally have some trouble on his face, so the ink burns he did not intend to go to the bridge. He was about to turn around, but he suddenly heard it, and the man shouted at him.

"A burning!"

"..."

Looking at it, it’s not the other person who is rubbing the lion. The ink burned for a moment, but I felt strange in my heart.

One is the stranger who is so disciplined, and actually has to be punished to wipe the bridge.

Second, it is the look of a weird teacher.

It’s been a long time since I saw my full-length sergeant, but I haven’t been able to recognize his current looks. Instead, as time goes by, I feel more and more unfamiliar, so I glance at the bridge. I saw that I didn’t recognize it.

"How are you here? Do something wrong?" Ink burned to him and asked.

The teacher looked a little embarra.s.sed: "Well... I was fined with the young master."

"Meng Meng?" The ink burned and laughed.

This is nothing strange, Xue Meng made a mistake, not a new thing.

"What did he pull you?"

"I want to go to the back of the mountain to ban a few ghosts to practice."

"........."

"The result almost gave the enchantment crack that was sealed before the teacher walked away."

The ink burns and laughs: "Does he think that ghosts are cats, dogs and dogs? Say catch and catch, and raise and raise. You are, he is noisy, you should not follow the trouble, how can you not persuade him?"

The teacher sighed and his face was full of helplessness: "I certainly persuaded him, but it was useless. I was afraid that he would have an accident. He could only go in with him... forget it, don't say it, but fortunately it didn't matter what it was." Ah, let's talk about you. Have you been to the village of Yuliang Village with your teacher in the past few days?"

"Ok."

"How, are you still smooth?"

"Well, it's pretty smooth."

The two of them did not talk about saltyness for a while, and after saying goodbye to the teacher, a person who burned a person silently walked on the tree-lined path, and then turned back to look at it, he became more and more aware of himself. The feelings are more of a kind of obsession, a habit, not a self-righteous love.

He used to think that he looked at the appearance of the teacher, felt beautiful, and felt shocked and comfortable. This is desire, but it is not.

People always appreciate the beauty of things. He appreciates the appearance of the teacher, but carefully discerns that this appreciation does not carry any embarra.s.sing meaning.

He likes to watch him, as if he likes to see the red leaves of the autumn mountains and the lotus flowers in the summer. In recent years, there has been almost no mourning.

He is still the same as in the past, cheris.h.i.+ng the teacher and loving the teacher.

But it is not the same as the past. Nowadays, the ink burns, finally understands what love is all about. He is not Liu Xiahui. His love should be moist and hot, accompanied by encroachment, accompanied by physical collision, accompanied by blood. The turbid liquid spurts.

He is a wolf dog and will sniff the rose.

But the gums, really want to mouth, eat of course will not be flowers, but flesh and blood.

At dinner, Xue Meng finally compiled all the books in the second book area of ​​the library. He was so tired that he sighed and complained in Meng Potang. Even the favorite spicy chicken on weekdays did not make him happy.

I was playing with chopsticks in a boring manner. Suddenly I saw that Chu was born into the dining hall. It was a spirit, and she shouted and shouted: "Master!"

Chu night Ning looked at him and nodded at him.

The ink burns sitting beside Xue Meng. He, Xue Meng, s.h.i.+ Lang, the three people have always eaten together, but today, the night of Ning came in, but the ink burned the dishes on the table and vacated a large piece. The place is coming.

"what are you doing?"

The ink burned and smiled at Xue Meng, and stood up and greeted him with a late night: "Master, come here."

Xue Meng: "........."

Teacher: "........."

Respect is one thing, but eating together is another matter.

People who can often sit on a table and lick their bones, most of them will not be too blunt, at least have to get used to each other, pouting, and suffer from the ugly eating of the other, occasionally dysfunctional.

瞧 Xue Meng and the look of the teacher’s face, although Chu’s evenings are calm and calm, they are still not used to accepting meals with him.

For them, occasionally eating with the teacher, it is the same as the entertainment, each one has to be stretched, polite, a meal is often stiff on the back, food is not known.

Chu Evening also understood this. He looked at the ink with a sigh of surprise, shook his head, and still carried some light vegetables, and went straight to the position he used to go.

I haven't eaten in Mengpotang for five years. When I sat down, Chu nightning saw a small piece of copper on the corner of the table. The above was actually engraved with the "Jade Heng elders" six small donkeys.

"........."

Is Xue Zhengzhen sick? !

He put the wooden pallet on the table and put it down. He sat down in the evening and did not eat two. He suddenly opened the wooden chair opposite him and sat down on the "Yuheng elders seat". Just in front of the plate of Chu Xiaoning, I was very close and almost touched it together.

Chu Xiaoning raised his eyes: "...How come you?"

"There is too crowded over there." The ink burned and smiled and picked up the rice bowl. "Come and eat with the Master."

Chu night, Ning Yu, Xue Meng, on their side, some inexplicable wonder: Where is it crowded?

Not to mention that he is inexplicable, the other two people who were thrown away by the ink-burning are also complex, quietly watching the table of the night and the ink.

Xue Meng muttered: "Isn't that dog thing crazy?"

Teacher: "........."

No matter how much the ink burns, he just feels uncomfortable when he is playing with the late night. He is a late-night person who picks up his mouth and is particularly tempted by eating and drinking. Often he does not eat this uncomfortable thing, but he tastes that. Disgusting, ink burns feel that this is not good, and you will get a problem when you are older.

He used to be too lazy to eat something late in the evening, but now it is different, and does not say that he likes this kind of thing, it is out of respect for the teacher, he has to feed his master.

However, feeding Chu Xiaoning is a matter of learning, and feeding a cat, can not be a hard brain, people will not want to eat, he also insisted not to come.

Therefore, the ink-burning machine moved, and a piece of fat and thin braised pork was placed in the Chu Ning bowl.

"Master, you taste this."

Sure enough, Chu night Ning frowned: "I don't like pork belly, you take it."

The ink burned and prepared, smiled: "I heard that it is very sweet, it is Jiangnan flavor."

Chu night Ningdao: "Jiangnan cooking meat, and this is not the same."

"You don't eat, how do you know that it is different?"

"It looks like you can see it."

"But the cook said that it is Jiangnan flavor." The ink burned off the net, ready to wait for the cat to hook, smiled. "Meng Potang's cook is an old cook. He said that there is still something wrong? It is a long time for the master to leave the country." I forgot what the braised pork in my hometown looks like."

Chu night Ningdao: "... nonsense, how can I make a mistake?"

I burned a piece of ink, and it seems that I really tasted it very seriously. I said, "I think it’s really a teacher’s fault. This meat is very sweet. Don’t you believe it?”

Chu night Ning suddenly did not notice the ulterior motives of ink burning, he was not awkward, picked up the chopsticks and picked up the braised pork in the bowl and sent it to his mouth.

"How?" The ink burned and smiled, watching the big white cat on the hook.

Chu Evening frowned with a serious brow and said: "No, the star anise is too heavy. I went to the cook and said, Jiangnan's braised pork is not the case."

"Hey--" The ink burned him immediately, and he couldn't help but be speechless. Who knows that this guy will be so true? If you really want to run out and argue with the cook, can you just show up? Busy, "The master is not in a hurry. This time the cook is busy. Since the master has tasted it, it is definitely not. After a while, I will go and tell him. Let's eat the food first."

Chu night, think about it, and then sit down and continue to eat.

The ink burned again and began to figure out to lie to him, this time caught a piece of fish.

Chu Cunning’s chopsticks paused: “Squid?”

"Ok."

"Don't eat, take away."

"why do not you eat?"

"dislike."

The ink burns and laughs: "Is it a thorn?"

"...not."

"But every time the master respects the fish, he picks the kind of thornless, or the thorn is easy to pick. The master should not eat the little squid, hahaha."

He was familiar with the softness of Chu’s character, and he was very good at it. Chu Ningning was fooled again. He was a little angry and said: “It’s ridiculous.” The squid that burned his ink ate and ate. It shows that you are not a fish that does not eat more thorns.

In this way, Chu Xianning, under the scam of ink burning, unknowingly ate more dishes than usual, almost all kinds of vegetables and poultry were stained again. Originally, a meal that was eaten very quickly was overwhelmed by the bulk of the time.

When they went out to clean up the tableware, Xue Meng had already left. The disciples of Meng Potang were only three or three, and the ink burned along with the night to walk back on the tree-lined path back to the Honglian Water Margin. The sun was late, and the twilight was four. Hehe.

The evening breeze, he walked his arms behind his head and suddenly smiled.

"Master."

"doing what?"

"If you don't do anything, just call you."

"...I see you are eating at night."

The ink burned and smiled more tenderly: "Yes, good support. Master, can I have dinner with you in the future?"

Ming knows that there is no other meaning in ink burning, but Chu Xinning’s heartbeat still can’t help but miss two shots, but his eyes are still very quiet.

"Why, have you quarreled with Xue Meng?"

"Nothing." The ink swayed and waved, laughing. "It’s just that I haven’t eaten with them for a long time. After five years, I sit down again and feel a little awkward. If Master respects me, then I will be tomorrow. Also find a location and eat it yourself."

"..."

Of course, he can't say that "I feel very pitiful when you eat alone." You can't say "I want to feed you more food." These words don't need to be exported, and the ink burns knows that it won't work. He can only show his softness. He has to say that he is pitiful. He has to say that he needs someone to accompany him. He has a good heart and he will not refuse.

The smoldering can almost see the shake in his eyes, only a little bit of strength.

So I continued: "But actually, I really don't really want to eat alone."

"Why?"

The ink burns down the soft eyelashes, half of the emotions in the smile are true, and half of them are born to seduce the late night: "I don't think it is true? A person casually eats things, it is called a belly." ”

He paused, in a splendid red glow, sweeping the broken hair blown to the forehead by the wind, his pear vortex deep, and he gaze at each other again.

"If two people eat together, chat, talk, eat a taste in the mouth, it is hot in the stomach. That is eating."

"..."

"Master, can you still be with you tomorrow?"

If the little wolf dog is hot and warm, it must be really confusing.

The ink burned stubbornly, he said:

"Master, I have been outside for five years, you wake up, I am eating with you."

"Without you, I am not used to it."

"I don't eat rabbit heads, I don't eat duck necks." In the end, he smiled slyly, went to Lasu's sleeves, and played rogue. "With you, eat onion tofu, sweet-scented osmanthus, you will Promise me, okay?"

He would like to say that this is okay, one said, Chu night Ning suddenly thought of what old accounts, his face sank, and finally sneered two times, said: "Can be, but in the morning you have to eat with me of."

The ink burned still did not respond, first agreed to say: "Okay, what is the same?"

"Salty bean flower." Chu nightning is not cruel, "plus seaweed."

Ink burning: "..............."

If you dare to change this or Xia s.h.i.+ reverse, remember the hatred when you eat hot pot!

Chu night Ning grinds the root of the tooth, one word: "There are dried shrimps."

The author has something to say: today has a bib

"Village gra.s.s ball" wife's Cang Yun dog x Wanhua scared you four squares, tapping cute hahahaha, want to give the younger brother a hug to touch the high ~ love him ~ wife last frame really painted Meng cried me, hey, how can the little demon master be so hot and cute, and w.a.n.g’s dog who jumped up wants to marry him, hahahaha~ crab crab lady~

"Mulberry" wife's master respects the b.u.t.terfly, and the side is gentle and kills the most. I feel that the master can talk to Fudie, the tree hole is some whispers, and then they are sold to the two dogs by the b.u.t.terfly. Hahaha~ Master Hair style and look are very good ~ hit and knock on porridge ~ want to run up to steal the master and then run away, ha ha ha ~ crab crab wife ~

In the small theater, since there are swords and three squares today, then... "The swords and the three sects that the protagonists may play", the grievances of the girls who do not play the game 23333

Ink burning: I am playing pure, I heard that since ancient times, pure sc.u.m males.

Chu nightning: Do not grab my career upstairs.

Ink burning: Ok, then I play sword pure.

Nangong Temple: I have a dog in Datian.

Ye Forgiveness: Then play a big Tang city tube

Xue Meng: Tangmen Nightclub Fort, Guns know

Mei Hanxue: Mingjiao, why didn't I play? Because I am invisible.

Teacher: It seems that Wanhua will be better, play a flower brother.

Xue Meng: I really don't think about playing a flower sister upstairs? 23333 can be when I bind love milk, I don't mind your demon number.

Teacher Sister: (Smile) Little Master, let's come to Bibi Heights~