The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 143: Shi Zun was originally Bai Yueguang, cinnabar, heart blood, hit robbery

Chapter 143: Shi Zun was originally Bai Yueguang, cinnabar, heart blood, hit robbery

Even if the ink burns, it will be dull, and when she sees her hot eyes, there will be something unclear. Immediately, "Linger girl, you drink a lot, what will you say tomorrow?"

"I want to talk today!"

This girl is also awkward to pick up, her hair is scattered, her eyes are shining.

"..." The ink burns and is afraid of entanglement. I want to take it lightly, but the sleeve angle is pulled by her. The ink is good and funny, and says, "Let me let go."

"Do not let go." The so-called wine is strong and courageous, not to mention the guts of Linger is not small, this is not the day after the two-day, and the mind of the immortal priest is not a day, and he said aloud, "I like you, you like Dislike me?"

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

Seeing that the man did not respond, Linger was anxious.

When she came to Yuliang Village from the moment of burning, she felt that this man had a mighty heroic spirit. Later, he learned that he was the "Mc Master" who had been well-known in these years, and his heart became more and more deeply entangled.

It’s almost time for the farmer to die, and the ink will soon leave here. She is just a little girl in the lower circle. The only one who has the hand, only a pretty face and good posture, although she does not know how to burn herself. How to look at it, but if you don't express yourself at the moment, it will be very difficult to have another chance in the future. Therefore, with some alcoholic efforts tonight, she can courageously scream, and follow the ink burning, blocking his confession.

Such a torrent of courage, to be honest, some of the ink burned.

Linger has a pretty face and is very popular.

She thought that if she burned herself and promised herself, she would be fine. If she got such a handsome brother, she wouldn’t say it. If she climbed him, it would be like climbing a life and death. After that, she would not have to nest in this small broken village. Being salted and suffocating, you can live a comfortable life, just...

"Sorry, Linger girl, you still let go."

But one of his words, the air castle in her mind, was easily broken.

The redness on the face of Linger had not disappeared, and the paleness was up. It was very ugly at one time. After a moment, she hurriedly said, "I, where is it that I don't look good?"

"You look good everywhere." The ink burned very politely and gently broke her hand. "But I don't like it."

If he just left a few thin faces, then the phrase "I don't like it" can be said to be ruining and tearing her last face.

Linger’s eyelids filled with tears, and the sadness was second. Although she admired the ink, she did not have any deep roots. Instead, she wanted to be more focused, so she is more of a dream. Broken loss.

"Then you..." She replied with tears and asked, "What do you like?"

"I--"

In this sentence, she asked about the burning of ink.

What does he like?

Habitual, he felt that he liked the teacher's appearance, but when he reached the lips, he suddenly felt that it was not the case. He was too helpless at the moment and could not answer.

"You said, what do you like?" Linger stepped hard, a pair of eyes staring at the burning face, not letting him any change of look.

She is also a poor man. She has a sister on her head and married a regular cloth dealer who went to the repairing industry. She moved to Leizhou in the early years and lived a good life.

She went to visit her sister with her grandmother and carried a bunch of peppercorns in the countryside. But her brother-in-law thought that the fish was dry and smelling good, and they felt that their mother and daughter were chilling, and living in their own home was extremely shameful. Just rushed them back. This incident was deeply engraved in Linger’s heart. From that day on, she was not willing to endure her own poor days, vowed to live better than her sister, and later returned to the grievances of the year.

Therefore, she has been looking for an hero in the past few years, and she wants to commit herself to change her destiny.

She really didn't want to let the ink rain.

So she was almost anxious and crazy. Under the wine, she leaned on him. She had a soft body. In the summer, she walked across the field and the men would steal her eyes. She is In the injection, I want to use my soft body to tear open the armor of the ink master.

"Where is it wrong? I don't even want to think about it. I don't want to consider it. Just reject me like this?"

Her hot and soft flesh sticks up, but the ink burns and feels uncomfortable. She even pulls her open and her face is black.

"Linger girl, how long I have known you? How can I like you, how can I consider you?"

"You don't try to know how!"

When the ink burned, she came over again and immediately said, "Don't come close!"

"You don't like it so much?" Linger rounded his eyes and couldn't set the channel. "You are a little bit... a little bit..."

"I don't like it a little bit." Mo-burning felt that he was not clear enough. This kind of thing was completely broken, so although he was cruel, he added that "it is not a bit of a heart."

Linger is dumb.

I don't like it, she can understand.

But not heart...

There are a few men who have never been married. They can face a woman with a good face and a good body. With such a woman who is actively giving her arms, she is righteous and swearing, saying "I don't want to move"? Can you face Wenxiang nephrite, no desire?

She stayed for a while and said, "You... how can you... how can you..."

She is a bit hard to say.

She actually wants to say, how can you have no desire? This is not normal.

Mo-burn also felt her meaning from her sorrow, but he really did not want to explain more with her. He and her were just like each other, and they wanted to have a dew, but Lang did not have this idea.

What she loves, she likes it.

The low-burning ink said to her: "Sorry." She sneaked into the night.

The night wind blew his cheek, and he couldn't help but squint.

The conversation with Linger made him suddenly realize that he has always thought about love for a long time.

Linger asked him "What do you like?"

He seems to have never asked himself this question.

People who get very little warmth always have no right to choose. As long as they are exceptionally good to him, he will offer a lot of blood.

“What kind of like?”

This is a sentence he didn't dare to think about.

In fact, everyone in this world originally had their own special tastes and good tastes. When I was a child, I often heard other children pulling my parents’ clothes on the side of the road and said, “I like to eat this, this has chopped green onion.” Or “Auntie, this red lantern looks better than yellow, I like it. Red."

But he can't say that it's useless to say it. He can only eat the cheapest white noodle cake, but he has to open it, halfway with his mother.

Later, when he was in the restaurant, he would also steal the golden masters who came to listen to the drama. They watched them shake their fans and said slowly: "I like to go back to the green child, this singer, still want her. Well, delicate, sweet and sweet." This kind of sentence.

In fact, in the eyes of the ink, Tsui’s far away is not as good as Bai Rong’s, but who cares about his ideas?

No one will ever ask him "what do you like?", aesthetics, choices, these words are only related to the rich people, for the ink burning, what others give him is what, some should be grateful If there is a piece of clothing that can cover the body, it should be zero--"like"?

He is afraid that he is dreaming of idiots. Why can he like it, how dare he like it, and what qualifications do he like? He has only one commandment to struggle to survive.

After a long time, what kind of thing to get, what kind of habits to hold on to the bone marrow, and then more gold and silver jewelry entangled, Long Haorui brain smoked him to sneeze, but also failed to put this layer of his bones sour Covered.

Throughout the life of ink burning, when he was young, he fell into poverty. His emotions and sorrows are like the mud of the soles. It is worthless. So, "What do you like?" No one would ask him.

Later, he flew up, Jane was in the heart of the emperor, accompanied by the king with the tiger, his mind can only speculate, so "What do you like?", no one dared to ask him.

Just in the moment, Linger suddenly asked him this sentence, a few simple words, actually asked him.

He once thought that if he loved one person, he would have to be respectful. He would hold it in his hand and would not dare to have any mourning.

Just like he is like a teacher.

He thinks this is love, as if there is nothing wrong with it.

But at this moment, he vaguely understood, and things didn't seem to be what he thought.

Does he really like gentleness, more than like it?

He really likes harmony, is it stronger than like?

He really likes the eyes of the peach blossoms, more than the phoenix eyes, two-edge frost?

He... Does he really like Shi Mingjing? Instead of...not...

He didn't dare to think about the name, but his heartbeat couldn't help him, and the blood had become hot and hot.

The ink burned was shocked by his own love.

Love, love, love and desire are inseparable, can not be separated, are attracted by the appearance of the other party, be tempted by the voice of the other party, the smell of the other party, or even the other person’s eyes, want to encroach, want Own, I want to leave my own breath on the flesh that has nothing to do with myself, and I want to insert my own enthusiasm in the other side.

He always thinks that love is sacred, and that the one who loves is not to be embarrassed.

But how can it really be embarrassing?

When a loving, longing, and thoughtful body appears in front of your own eyes, how can you endure it without being hot and dry, not worried about the horse?

All love in the world, only love, and no clean.

It is destined to be contaminated with hot sweat, with a physical color, it is destined to be entangled, with heather's suffocation, it is related to ? / ?, related to passion, it is destined to breed in the muddy wet bed The flower that wants to drip comes.

The ink burned in the night, suddenly stopped, his eyes bright and terrible, and his expression was blank.

There seems to be something broken in the skull, and he has been stalked by his stagnation, and the madness he suppressed by his stupidity has drowned him and squandered him.

He is standing in the same place.

Desire, desire.

Love.

Chu nightning...

He finally got the name out.

The sand is washed out and the treasures are floating.

It’s always Chu Ning... This kind of intimate emotion, such a fiery **** desire, has always belonged to Chu Yuning!

He felt that his eyes were black and his obsessions had been shattered in his two generations. The broken brick wall was washed away by the violent tide, and he was almost breathless in his heart.

He is at a loss.

Is it true that it will be like this...

The person he likes, his so-called love, has been wrong all the time?

When the ink burned and held the pear flower back to the campfire, Linger was gone.

Of course, everyone will not notice the departure of a young girl. Naturally, no one knows how to smear and talk to her. They still make wine and cheers.

After three rounds of wine, the townsmen played a game. They used the rice stalks to make a straw ring. When someone went up to drum, when the drums went out, the grass ring was sent to whom, who would be asked a word. Can't answer.

This is the fun of the peasants who worked hard in the lower cultivators. The gameplay is simple and easy to use. Even those who are insulated from play like Chu Yunning are not difficult to integrate.

"Okay, it’s getting old! Come, come and grab it!"

Laobai bitterly squinted from the bowl of the sea, grabbed a stack of paper, and unfolded it to read it. He read: "Is it a good-looking woman, or a good-looking fat?"

A circle of people immediately sneered.

An old-fashioned old face is red, and the paper is shouting: "Which question is written by this melon?" You are a fairy board!"

"Don't." A villager smiled and took his clothes. "Don't worry about the Japanese people's board. You should answer the question first."

The old white house was also sitting underneath, staring at him with a pair of bullfrogs. The old white hair was erected, and he was stunned for a long time. "I feel that I am similar."

Someone immediately laughed and screamed: "You said a ball, lie didn't mean it! You said to me a few days ago, I think the woman with big **** is good-looking, so good to raise a donkey, you don't tell the truth! Drink and drink! Fine wine!"

There was no way for Laobai. He bitterly licked his teeth and drank the wine. After he went down, he was not counted by his wife.

The late night of Chu was hidden in the crowd, and it was awkward and novel, but the problem was too rough. If he asked him, he would have no answer.

At this time, the village chief took a black cloth and said with a smile: "Change the individual to drum, change the old Zhang, let him play, who will change him?"

Chu nightning immediately said: "I am coming."

He walked over to the waist of the animal skin tied to the rough leather, took the drumsticks and sat on the floor.

The village chief carefully tied the blindfolded black belt for him, and debugged it around and asked: "Is it tight?"

"Not tight."

“Can it leak light?”

"No leaks."

The village chief smiled and said: "Then ask the singer to beat the drums. When you want to stop, you will stop."

Chu night Ningdao: "Good." He took up the wooden hammer, knocked on the leather surface, and then flexibly hit the dense drums, and cut and miscellaneous.

He was blindfolded, and he did not notice the gaze of the smoldering fire through the bonfire. It was so complicated and chaotic.

The ink burned at him, and the sparks were flying. Like the orange fireflies scattered into the night, he looked at the white man in the darkness, his eyes one inch and one inch, and the sharp knife crossed the forehead of the night, the tip of his nose, crossed His lips, chin.

Chu nighting, who was wrapped in black cloth, had an inexplicable temptation for him, but this time the ink burned without any temptation to slip away casually, he chewed and squatted carefully.

He tasted the taste of love inside.

He felt the tremor of his heart again, and he confirmed again... there is nothing wrong with it.

He has a love for Chu Yuning. That kind of love has nothing to do with the feelings of the master and the apprentice, and the kindness is even more difficult for the gossip.

He just loves him purely, longs for him, wants him.

he……

Finally, I realized that he loved Chu Ningning.

is love.

He was so confused, so paranoid, he was so stupid, so unclear.

It was only until today that he finally got to the top.

He is in love with Chu Yuning.

This section wants to be transparent. The layer of seal that has been accumulated in my mind has finally cracked. Many things that he once couldn’t understand, many of the answers he couldn’t get, are in this long-lasting love. It’s coming.

But he hasn't had time to taste it yet, and he has no time to think.

Just heard the sound of "?", the drum sound stopped, and the residual sound spread like a dragonfly.

That grass ring was not too late, just at this time, it fell on his knees, he picked it up, looked up, saw that Chu night Ning was relieved, one hand picked off the black tied With the band, the phoenix phoenix that opened the two-month rushing, looked at it purely.

He is also curious and wants to know who the flowers are when he stops the drums.

So he was on the line of sight.

Chu nightning: "..."

Ink burning: "..."

Nothing is more embarrassing than when he was peeking at you. The two eyes are intertwined and each other is a little dodging.

However, Chu Xiaoning soon did not hide, because he suddenly realized that the ink burned the handsome and straight face, and now it was shrouded in obsessive complex feelings, crossed the bonfire of Venus, crossed the bustling crowd, so straight The ground, hot and exposed, without cover, can not hide.

Chu nightning slightly increased the Fengmu.

"Mo Xianjun is good luck." The village chief smiled and went to pull the ink up.

The ink burned hesitant for a while, and according to the rules, the braided grass ring was worn in the hair. His black box was very bright, but the people were somewhat overwhelmed. He wore the crown and carefully watched Chu Yuning. A glance. The dark-faced handsome face turned out to be red in this fire.

Chu Xiaoning was scared by his unusual behavior, so his eyes widened and he glared at him.

In the unconcealed sight of Chu Yuning, the ink burned down the eyelashes, licking the lips and not snoring, and it was a bit smooth and awkward.

It seems to be the kind of dull young man. When I was young, I was so clumsy, stupid and pitiful, and somewhat cute.

Chu nightning: "..."

If he is still scared, it can be said that it is embarrassing now.

... he is afraid to be jealous!

Otherwise, how can you feel that these five big three rough bears suddenly become so emotional, like eating the wrong medicine?

The author has something to say: Today, the bib has a "Frost, a sword, a meat bag" wife's wedding dress dog x master, from the wife made a dog to the teacher to sew a wedding dress dream (dog really Good sage, hahahaha~) The two on the picture look like a warm and happy ~~ ???~ New Year sees such a cute picture, really a satisfying ~ Crabs and Mrs. ~~ What?

Small theater "How did you react?"

Linger: Mo Xianjun, I haven't responded to you, I don't have any hidden diseases. (Don't take a look at it), do you want to ask an old Chinese doctor to show you the secret recipe of the ancestors?

Ink burning: ... girl, broken sleeves, find out.

Linger: Scared, your sleeve is broken? Then I will help you sew?