Chapter 175: Master, do you like me?

When Chu Ning had the last hoe, the door behind him opened, and the ink burned a bunch of things and came in, putting those things on the bed.
"Master, there are some pieces of paper in your robe that have not been taken out. I have placed it here for you."
When he finished, he lowered his head and went out.
He is really embarrassed to take the kit directly to ask Chu Yuning, always feel that no matter what the other party back, the atmosphere will be very embarrassing. What's more, Chu Xiaoning's cheeks are so thin, his mouth is stupid, and if anything is wrong, let him be upset, how to be good.
The ink burned his lips, and the black eyes flashed with radiance, some confusion, and it was very stunned.
He suddenly gave birth to a thought that made him feel incredible -
Is it Chu Yuning...
Did you like him?
The ink burned was shocked by his own daring mourning. He shook his head and whispered: "It is impossible impossible..."
The so-called ignorance of the true face of the mountains, only in this mountain, said that is probably the case.
If this kit belongs to a person who doesn't care about ink, such as a female repair, then the ink burns and sees, and certainly knows well, and instantly can determine the other's heart.
- If you don't like it, who will be carrying a kite with another person, how long has it been?
Things were originally so simple.
But when it hits the night, it burns. People are like this. The more you care about it, the easier it is to think about it, the more stupid it is, the hands and feet don’t know where to put it, the other person’s eyes can be scratched and tangled for a long time, the other side is silent, can In the silence, dig three feet, carefully dig out the meaning behind the pause.
In this way, even if it is a simple matter, he will repeatedly ponder, slowly chew, and taste a lot of seven turns and eight bends.
Did you make a mistake yourself?
Did you misunderstand?
Was it late for me to forget to lose it?
This kind of use of the toes can give a question of denial. He can worry about it for a long time. As he screamed, he absently washed the clothes in the bucket. The more the water washes, the colder it is, and the heart becomes hotter.
The ink burned and couldn’t help but look up, looking out over the room, the window-shaped back-shaped old wooden window, revealing the golden candlelight, the candlelight swaying, one dark and one bright, even with the ink burning in the chest The young sprouts are also softly shuddered and shaken.
If Chu Xiaoning really likes him...
It was obvious that it was such a thick and thick emperor, but he only thought about this sentence halfway, and his face was red.
The ink burns a little hot and a bit thirsty.
It was a thirst that could not be hydrolyzed, and it was able to heal the heat that was hot, only the one in the house. Only the sweetness of that population can give him great comfort and a moment of peace. Only that person, the man he vowed to cherish, to guard, to respect.
When I think of "to be respectful," the blazing chest seems to have been splashed with a glass of water. In the past, he couldn't control himself. When he had a strong desire for Chu Ning, he would wake himself up and blame himself.
But it is different tonight.
The kit tonight, like the burning of his heart, added a piece of dry wood filled with pine oil, which fueled his ambition.
Be respectful.
He kept saying to himself, but the idea of ​​a glass of water, the last thing that could be ruined, but at the moment, it was aggressively burned up, and the cold water poured into the steam was steamed in the blink of an eye.
So the ink burned and shocked to find that "to respect" this spell, for himself, finally completely and completely -
failed.
In the house, Chu Xiaoning's last was under the hood, and he wanted to wipe his finger, so he went to the bed and took the jellyfish handkerchief from the pile of debris.
He sighed and said that his own memory is really bad. Before washing clothes, he did not know to take out all the things inside, but let the ink burn the jokes, and he did not know him...
"Ok?"
I haven't finished it yet. Suddenly, under the cover of a pile of paper, I saw a thin red rope.
Chu night Ning’s heart groaned, reaching out and trying to take the red rope out to look at it, but the finger was in the air, but he did not dare to go forward, hesitated for a moment, he took his hand and explored the clothes to touch his heart closest to the heart. position.
Under the touch, it suddenly changed.
His acacia flower kit is really not on the body!
Chu Yuning’s face suddenly became extremely ugly, and he felt stiff for a long time. He remembered that the kite that the ghost master had received, he had been collecting in the shackles on weekdays, but Xue Zheng’s ceremonial robes were The pockets of the shirt were slightly tilted, and the kit was silky. He was afraid that he would get rid of it accidentally, so he put it in the bag of the coat.
Looking at the pile of debris, he is even more like a thunder.
Small things like candy are placed at the top. Below is the paper. Only the red line is hidden in the bottom. The people who hide it seem to be blushing, and they waved and said: I didn't see it, I didn't see anything."
"..."
After a long while, Chu night Ning took a breath, with a glimmer of hope, holding the red thread and pulling it out of the messy paper.
……really.
The red line of the kit has moved, and the way he is used to it is completely different.
Rao is calming again, the white cheeks are still rapidly rising red, and the roots of the ears are more red like bleeding. He opened the kit with the red thread tied, and the two black inks that had been entangled for many years, like the thoughts that have been entangled in his secret for many years, are so unobstructed and fall in the warm yellow candlelight. Refers to the soft room.
Ink burned his kite!
After reading it, there is no silver in this place, and the kit is buried in the bottom of the sundries!
This cognition made Chu Xinning's head bang, blood flow, and the heart could not be calm again. The whole face and the charcoal fire that burned red were hot.
What should I do?
Did you burn your own deep thoughts?
... is over.
If you know that you are affectionate to him, you will definitely scare him. The gentle and soft relationship between the two of them will fall apart. Panic, holding the kit in his hand, it was only a little calm for a long time.
He hopes that the ink will not know.
Gambling on his good reputation for years of ignorance, he hopes that nothing will be discovered in the ink-burning--saying that a long secret crush can be known to a loved one day, it is a good thing, a relief. But for Chu Xiaoning, this may not be the case.
He is already thirty-two years old and has long been used to being alone.
In the smoldering sorcerer's fascinating scent, the age of enthusiasm, Chu nightning is a person who came over, he did not think about more than 30 now, but also have the opportunity to accompany the love. The expression of the heart is undoubtedly the beginning of a relationship, but it does not end in failure, and return.
Chu Yuning re-collected the kit and walked back and forth in the room, eventually stopping in front of the bronze mirror.
He lifted his eyelids and glanced inside. The mirror had been useless for a long time, and a thick layer of gray was placed on the head, only to take a rough shadow. So he raised his hand and wiped the mirror, revealing a not perfect face in the dust.
There was a scratch on the bronze mirror, which was unbiased and fell right in the corner of his eye. Chu night Ning blinked and looked at himself.
"It's ugly."
He was very angry and frustrated at the people in the mirror.
"How can I... grow into this?"
He knows that the smoldering likes a gentle, beautiful, slender and beautiful young man.
And oneself, one did not.
Although he does not have wrinkles, but the heavyness of the years in a person can not be hidden, Chu night Ning Ben is a young man, and now there is no one-and-a-half-point heat, how can you talk to the young people about love, not to mention that person still Your own apprentice.
If you pass it out, don't say yourself, it is ink burning, it is the shackles of life and death, all faceless.
What's more, when I sleep for five years, Shi Ming's net out is more and more sturdy, and the wind is perfect. When I don't laugh, my eyes are filled with burning peaches, and then I look at the person in the mirror.
There is only a sigh of arrogance and arrogance in the eyebrows.
If you look at it, you will choose yourself.
Chu Xiaoning looked at the faint bronze mirror. He thought, if the time is reversed for ten years, let the ugly guy in the mirror love one person in his 20s, maybe he will still have a blood It’s okay to confess with rashness, even if it’s broken.
But he is now in his prime.
He is already in youth, leaving only wolverine, vigilant, mean, and a fierce face that a child will scare to cry.
The ink is burning and the wind is glory.
And he is just a ugly guy who is no longer young. He doesn't dare to ask anything, just want to hide.
He only wants to be safe and steady. He can't even think about it. He can allow him to wishful thinking and allow him to crush a person, allowing him to be justified in the name of the teacher and to be good to that person.
He felt enough.
Very satisfied.
At this moment, there was a "Oops" coming from behind, and Chu Ning did not look back. From the bronze mirror, he looked at the ink burning in the wooden barrel and entered the house.
None of them spoke, and the bronze mirror was still a little fuzzy. Chu nightning could only see a tall figure standing at the door, but couldn’t figure out what the figure was, and what kind of color wave was flowing in his eyes.
Even though he repeated himself a hundred times to calm down, Chu Xinning’s heartbeat did not come very quickly. He didn’t want the ink to burn out his own cockroaches, so he broke open the high horsetail and bite the hair between the lips and teeth, bowing his head. The trick is to reattach the hair in front of the mirror.
He feels that he is really smart, biting his hair band, there is no reason to say hello to the other party, then -
Suddenly a hand touched the back of his ear, Chu night Ning's body trembled, suppressed, but still unable to suppress, shivering slightly.
He didn't often have physical contact with people, and he was not used to it. Not to mention the people who met his earrings were still burned. The large palms and the delicate skin of the ears were only a moment, and the back was hemp. .
Chu night Ning still hangs his eyes, he suspects that he is looking up at this time, even if the light is dark, even if the bronze mirror is dim, people behind him can see his red abnormal face.
He only bit his hair band and tried to calm down and said, "Have you washed?"
"Ok."
The man's voice is low and dumb.
Chu Xiaoning felt that he was coming back, so close. The body has the coolness brought by the cold night, but it can't cover the male's flaming scent. This breath makes him dizzy, the thoughts are blurred and slow, and he can't turn.
The ink burned while he was holding the broken hair that slipped down next to him, and the words were still resting: "Master, I just..."
"..."
What is he going to say?
Chu nighting bites the hair band, squinting, and the heartbeat stalls.
It seems that the things to ask are too difficult to talk about, and the ink burned, and finally turned to the front: "Forget it, nothing. So late, still licking hair?"
Chu night Ning did not answer, only felt that the body behind him, the stickers are too close.
So hot.
"Is it going to go out?"
Chu night Ning said: "No, just go out and wash a bowl."
"I'll help you."
Chu night Ning said: "I have hands and feet."
The ink burned behind him and smiled. It seemed to be a sly smile without a word: "There are good hands and feet, but the master is also clumsy, afraid that it will be picked up."
Chu nightning: "..."
Seeing that he didn't talk, he thought he was not happy. He burned and smiled and said seriously: "The outside is cool, you remember to go out with a hot end."
Chu night Ning should have a voice, a bit like "Hmm", and a bit like "哼", the ambiguous nasal sound, but very good to listen, falling in the ear of the ink, reminding him that the buds in the chest are more and more claws . His throat was slightly twitching, his eyes were dark, and he fell on a pale neck from the edge of his clothes when he was bowed.
He felt more thirsty, swallowed subconsciously, but tried to put the sound as light as possible and didn't want to be heard by Chu.
The ink burned deep and took a deep breath, and said with a strong smile: "This mirror is a good paste."
"It’s too long."
"The teacher can't understand it, send it to me, I will comb your hair for you."
Chu nighting bites the snow-blue ribbon, but I haven’t had time to refuse it. The ink burns the hairband in my hand. In this case, I’m not good enough to bite again, I have to loose my mouth and burn. Helping himself to ponytail, while still pretending to be cold and screaming: "Would you like to tie it? It’s not good for me to come back."
"Master, you forgot? In Taohuayuan, I am worried about what I am giving you."
Chu night Ning was speechless, Xia Shi reversed his shameful past, he did not want to mention it again, he closed his eyes, frowned, and burned him by the ink.
It’s just that the palm of the burning ink always feels uncomfortable if it is not rubbed into his ear. The scalp is numb and the throat is slightly thirsty, so the brow is even tighter.
"How is it still not good?"
The ink burned and smiled lowly: "You, always, so urgent. Don't worry, it's fast."
His voice seemed to be closer than it was, and it was attached to the back of the ear, and the hand that was hanging in the sleeves was not tight.
I don't know if it is my own illusion. He always feels that the breath of the ink seems to be a bit heavy. The heavyness of the beast before he rushes to eat is so heavy that it gives him a stinging sensation. He even thinks that he will be behind him. There was a tiger and a wolf smothered, and he was kneeling in front of the bronze mirror, eager to bite his throat with hunger and thirst, sucking the blood in his blood vessels.
The perception of human beings is sometimes surprisingly accurate. It is only that Chu Xi Ning feels it, but because of inferiority, he can’t believe it.
Where is he clear, if he raises his head at this time, he will see the twins in the mirror, the burning and the darkness, the desire and the reason in which the confrontation, the fire and the splash, the smoke.
The ink burns the slippery silk hair band, and the clear self is in control of the body, and the nightly lingering is done in the right way, while the other half of the dark soul is all anxiously thinking -
What are you doing?
Hair band?
This hair band is clearly tied to the wrong place!
He felt that he should be ruthlessly squatting in front of the old and ruined dressing table, using his hair band to hold his eyes, the other hand around his front chin to hold his chin, eagerly kissing him, densely He pressed him on the ground to pick up the sweetness in his mouth and his soft tongue. He clearly should violently grind the ear side of Chu Yuning, and the drop of fine hair behind the ear should be breathing heavily, sticking it to the ear of the night, and asking him if he lowered his voice.
"Chu Ningning, my good teacher. Why do you want to hide that kit?"
"Late...night Ning... Are you...like me?"
The heart he longed for was like to tear open, the blood was hot, the eyes were hot, red.