The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 57: Listen to the king and listen to the piano again.

Chapter 57: Listen to the king and listen to the piano again.

Who knows that the method of making dumplings in the evening is rather clumsy, but the finished product is not bad. A round and lovely dumpling is pinched out by his even fingers and neatly on the desk.

The three apprentices could not help but stunned.

"Shi Zun actually will make dumplings..."

"Am I dreaming?"

"The bag is still very good."

"Wow......"

Their whispers are naturally unable to escape the earlessness of Chu Xiaoning. Chu nights licked his lips and lashes, although his face was still expressionless, but the tip of his ear was slightly twitched.

Xue Meng did not hold back and asked: "Master, are you making dumplings for the first time?"

"......Ok."

"How can it be so beautiful?"

"...just like doing a mech, but pinching a few pleats, what’s hard."

The ink burned through the wooden table and looked at him, and gradually became fascinated.

In his last life, he only saw Chu Xiaoning’s hands-on pasta. After the death of Shishi, he went to the kitchen on the day of the night, and slowly wrapped up the best hands of the teacher.

However, before he went to the pot, he was overthrown by the irrational ink, and Bai Shengsheng’s hand-splitting was rolled over.

Ink burning does not remember that those who copy the handbag are flat and round, and the beauty is ugly.

I only remember the look of Chu Xi Ning at that time, looking at myself without saying a word, the cheeks were still covered with flour, seemingly strange, somewhat awkward, and even stupid...

At the time, the ink burned that he would get angry and get angry, but Chu nightning did not say anything at all. He just leaned over and lowered his head and put the stuccoed hands, one by one, silently picked up and caged together. Then, dump it yourself.

At that time, what was the mood of Chu Yuning?

I don’t know if I burned it. He didn’t think about it. He didn’t want to think about it. In fact, he didn’t dare to think about it.

The dumplings were wrapped and cooked by the little snowman to the kitchen. Chu nightning, according to custom, sealed a copper plate inside, and people who ate would have good luck.

The snowman quickly brought the cooked dumplings back, and the hot and sour vinegar was placed in the wooden tray.

Xue Meng said: "The teacher will eat first."

Chu night Ning did not push it. He clipped a dumpling and put it in his bowl, but he did not eat it. Instead, he added three more, and gave Xue Meng, Mo-burn and Shi Yan in turn.

"Happy Chinese New Year." Chu night Ning faint.

The apprentices stunned and immediately laughed: "Master, Happy New Year."

It was also a coincidence that it was just the first dumpling. The ink burned and slammed into the copper plate. He was really caught off guard and almost smashed half a tooth.

The teacher looked at his bitter face and smiled. "A burning new year will have good luck."

Xue Mengdao: "Hey, the dog is lucky."

The ink is tearful and tearful: "The teacher respects, and the dumplings are also too much to get caught. The first one is the first one, and the nest is played..."

Chu night Ningdao: "Talk well."

Ink burning: "I bite the toe."

Chu nightning: "..............."

The ink burned the gang, and drank the tea handed by the teacher. He finally eased it and joked: "Haha, the master should not remember which dumpling has a copper plate, deliberately licking me?"

"What you think is beautiful."

Chu night Ning cold and cold, then bowed his head and managed to eat himself.

But I don’t know if it is the illusion of smoldering. He saw that Chu’s face was in the warm candlelight and seemed to be slightly red.

After the dumplings, the chef’s sumptuous dinner was quickly brought out by a plate, and the chicken, duck and fish were heavy and filled with tables.

Meng Po Tang is getting more and more lively, Xue Zhengxi and Mrs. Wang are sitting in the chief, let the little snowman smash the table and send a rich red envelope.

A little snowman kept hitting the knees of Chu Yuning, and the eyes of Shizi Ancheng stared at him.

Chu Xiaoning Wei Wei: "Why, I have it?"

I took the red envelope and opened it. There was a valuable golden leaf. He was speechless and looked up at Xue Zhengyi. But the vulgar man looked at himself with a smile and raised the wine cellar in his hand. A respectful drink.

So stupid.

But I think Xue Zhengzhen is really... really...

Chu Yuening stared at him for a while, couldn’t help but scream a smile, raised his own wine, lifted up to the Lord, and drank it.

The golden leaves were later distributed to the apprentices. After three rounds of drinking, the performances on the stage continued, and the atmosphere of this table finally became active.

Mainly the three bear children seem to be less afraid of him.

As for the late night of Chu, it has always been a thousand cups.

"Master respects Master, let me show you the palm of your hand?"

The brain that took the lead to drink is a little unclear. It is Xue Meng.

He took the hand of Chu Yuning and took a closer look. If it weren’t for his three glasses of wine, he would not be afraid to offend him if he gave him ten courage.

"The lifeline is long and intermittent, and the body doesn’t seem to be particularly good." Xue Mengzheng, "It’s easy to get sick."

The ink burned and laughed: "It’s quite accurate."

Chu night Ning gave him a look.

"The ring finger is long, and you are very wealthy."

"Three-line homology, the end of the love line hangs into the wisdom line, generally willing to sacrifice for love ..." Xue Meng looked at it for a while, suddenly looked up and asked, "Really?"

Chu night Ning’s face is green, biting his teeth: "Xue Ziming, I think you are alive and tired."

Xue Meng, who was drunk, still didn’t know it. He smiled and continued to look at it. Then he chanted: "Oh, there is an island line, and it is under the ring finger. Master, you see people. The eyes are not accurate... Xu is a blind eye..."

Chu nightning can no longer endure, slamming his hands and squatting.

Ink and laughter must laugh and die, holding the belly for a long time, suddenly on the cold night of the Chu night, the eyes of the cold, stunned, but the ribs hurt.

Chu night Ning angered: "What are you laughing at? What a ridiculous thing?"

Annoyed to leave, the sleeves were stunned by Xue Meng. Then, after the ink burned, he couldn’t laugh out. Xue Meng stumbled and pulled down the night, and buried his head in the night of Ning Huai, with his hand around his waist and his forehead against the clothes of the master. Unlimited relatives stunned.

"Master..." The soft voice of the young boy, with some spoiled meaning, "Don’t go, come, have another drink."

Chu nightning looks like he is stunned.

"Xue Ziming!! You, you are just a mess, let me go!"

Unexpectedly, the little snowman on the stage suddenly ran down. It turned out that the dance performance of the elders of the wolf was over. In order, it should be the turn of the night.

This is not good, everyone’s eyes are gathered on the Chu night Ning body, see Xue Meng drunk after actually dare to hold the waist of Yu Heng elders, buried in the other’s arms to play rogue, the disciples have been wrong, some even The chopsticks were taken down and staring at the corner.

Chu nightning: "........."

For a time, the scene was bungee, and the Yuheng elders were not standing. They were not sitting. They could only hold their hands and let them hold Xuemeng.

After a long period of silence, the ink burned and suddenly smiled two times: "No, Xue Meng, are you so big, still spoiled?" When you reach out, you go to swear, "Get up, don’t rely on Master." ""

Xue Meng is not a deliberate, this thing, if he is awake, he can still remember, he can smoke his own big ears.

However, this time, the drunkenness was thick, and the ink burned for a long time before he was torn from Chu Ning.

"Sit well, see how many?"

Xue Meng looked at a finger sticking out of the ink and frowned and said: "Three."

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

The teacher couldn’t help but laugh and went to tease him: "Who am I?"

"You are a teacher." Xue Meng rolled his eyes impatiently.

The ink burns also joins in the fun: "Who am I?"

Xue Meng looked at him for a while and said, "You are a dog."

"........." Ink anger, "Xue Ziming, I am not finished with you!"

Suddenly next to the table, there is a disciple who does not know whether he is courageous or who drank too much. He pointed to Chu Yuning and smiled and asked aloud: "Less Lord, then look, who is he?"

The amount of Xue Meng wine is really not good, sitting and sitting unsteadily, kneeling on the table, dragging the cockroach, squinting at the night of the night.

Chu nightning: "........."

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

Chu nightning: "........."

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

The stalemate lasted for a long time, and everyone thought that Xue Meng was probably the top of the wine. When he had to sleep, he suddenly smiled and wanted to go to La Chu’s sleeves.

"God fairy brother."

The four words are clearly audible.

Disciples: ".............................."

"puff."

I don’t know who first laughed, but then everyone couldn’t help it. Even if Chu’s face was ugly, his temper was worse, but the law was not blameless. Everyone counted him. Even if he is not happy, he can’t use the sky. Ask everyone to take it all the time? So the lively and extraordinary Meng Po Tang sneered into a piece, everyone in the wine and meat are afraid to whisper in the world.

"Haha, **** fairy brother."

"The elders of Yuheng are so beautiful, they are really like gods."

"If you want me to say, I have to come to the custom. Every time I see him, I can’t help but think of a word."

Someone asked: "What is it?"

"Except for the three-footed snow, who is in the world with white clothes."

"...that you are really pretty."

Chu’s face turned from white to green and turned from black to black. Finally, he decided to calm down and did not hear it.

After all, he is used to facing the alienation and awe of everyone. This festival atmosphere and the sudden enthusiasm of the wine, let him suddenly unable to parry, and retreat. In the face of such a situation, he really did not know what to do, but he had to be calm.

But the slight color of the haze at the root of the ear sold out his handsome face that seemed to be frozen.

The ink burned it, and licked his lips, didn’t speak, but he didn’t know why, and suddenly hesitated an annoying arrogance.

He doesn’t know that Chu is rather good-looking, but like everyone else, he also understands that although Chu Evening is handsome, but the kind of beauty is more of a kind of sharpness, it is always frosty when not laughing. Cold, people dare not get close.

In his dark and narrow mind, Chu Xi Ning is like a plate of delicious meat, but it is placed in a broken and dirty food box. The only food in the world that opened the food box and tasted delicious inside. People, only themselves. He doesn’t have to worry about someone discovering this dish, and he will know it from this.

But tonight, in the warm and melting fire, under the stimulation of shochu, so many eyes are staring at the food box that was once nobody.

The ink burned suddenly and it was a little nervous. He wants to hold the food box firmly, just like waving an annoying flies, and rushing to those who eat him.

But suddenly realized that in this life, this crisp meat is not his. With a crystal-clear copy of his hand, he couldn’t spare any more, to get rid of the wolves who were coveted with flesh.

They did not expect that Chu Ning actually, like other elders, seriously prepared the Lunar New Year program. He presented the Guqin performance. The disciples were full of worship, and some people whispered: "I don’t think that the elders of Yuheng actually play the piano..."

"And the bombs are especially good, I don’t know the flesh."

The ink burned and sat in the same place, Xue Meng was already asleep, lying on the case, breathing evenly. The ink burned the jug on his hand and filled it with himself. While listening and drinking, he stared at the people on the stage.

The irritability in the chest is getting stronger.

In the last life, Chu Yuening did not play any music on the New Year’s Eve party.

He played the piano and only a few people saw it.

At about that time, it was under house arrest by the ink. Chu nightning was really a stagnation in the heart. When I saw a paulownia guqin in the court, I sat down on the ground and closed my eyes.

The sound of the piano was long and empty, and the phoenix came to the butterfly. When the ink came back, I saw the silhouette of Chu’s sitting in the yard, and couldn’t tell the silence, the purity and the purity.

How did he treat him at that time?

Ah, yes.

It was he who pressed him to the side of the piano and made a direct violation of this month-like cold man in the courtyard. The smoldering only looked at the shudder and refreshment of the top of the ruin. I didn’t have to worry about how much pain I felt when I was in the late night. I didn’t even manage to have a winter. The master was so cold, but I was ripped off the clothes and was cold. The stone surface was self-sufficient and could no longer be tolerated.

After a few months of rehabilitation, I can’t raise my spirit.

At that time, the ink burned and said to him coldly: "Chu Ningning, you will never play the piano in front of others. You know how much you look like..."

He picked up his lips and couldn’t find the proper wording, so he didn’t say anything more.

How is it?

Obviously, it is both dignified and peaceful, but I don’t know why.

Chu night Ning did not say a word, his lips were white, and his eyes were closed, and the eyebrows were chilled.

The ink burned his hand and hesitated for a moment, touching his tight eyebrows. The action of stepping Xianjun seems to be gentle, but the sound is still cold and ruthless.

"If you don’t listen, this seat will lock you on the couch with a chain, so that you can’t do anything except go to bed with this seat. This seat says it can be done."

How did Chu latening respond?

The ink burned and sipped, and looked at the people on the stage, thinking back.

It seems that nothing has been said.

It’s like opening your eyes and saying a word coldly –

"roll."

He can’t remember.

His life, as long as the entanglement of Chu Yuning, is so long, many things are no longer so clear, no longer so angular.

In the end, he actually only recognized the animal to the extreme: Chu night is his man, even if he does not like it, it will be destroyed by him and shredded by him. He would rather smash the flesh and blood of Chu’s late Ning in the palm of his hand, like a wolf, a tiger, a leopard, a chew, and a scorpion of a late night, to get dirty, and no one else touched him.

He wants to let his late thoughts grow in the blood of Chu, and his curse is in his bones, and his body is eager to see him.

Is he not clear?

and after? It is not necessary to open your legs, lying under the most evil wicked man in the world, the most violent tyrant bed, was killed by the man’s hot and fierce blade. He soiled him, inside and outside, and it was dirty.

The shredded clothes are so easy to wear.

The ink burns closes the eyes, the knuckles are white, and the heart is ruthless.

He thought about the past, and he couldn’t hear the joy of the New Year’s Eve. He couldn’t hear the sound of the night.

There was only a cold voice in his mind that was almost crazy, and he rushed from the front, and hovered for a long time.

"Hell is too cold, Chu is late, you come to marry me."

"Yeah, you are God, the light of others, Xue Mengmei, snow, dawn, the people are waiting for you to illuminate them, Chu Zongshi, sages." The voice smiled sweetly, smiled and smiled, suddenly picked up, Like a two-and-a-half soul, anger like a thunder, "But me! Have you seen me? Warm me? I only have the sorrow you left! The sage, Chu nightning!"

"I want your people, I want your life. You want to be their fire, I want to bring you to my grave. Let you only take my bones, I want you, with me. Rotten."

"Death is not for you..."

The cheers of the earthquake shouted.

The ink burned fiercely, and the cold sweat drenched the back.

The performance was over. All the disciples were eagerly slap in the palm of their hands, and they sat in it. They felt that their eyes were faint and pale, and he looked at Chu Yuning and slowly walked down the wooden steps with the paulownia Guqin.

At that moment, for the first time in his life, he suddenly felt so ridiculous, and suddenly felt that his past life seemed to be crazy.

In fact, Chu Xi Ning is not bad... This is again... Why?

The spirits went into the throat, and they were completely at a loss. They ended up being ignorant and, after all, intoxicated.

The author has something to say:

small theater:

"Psychological activities of various actors"

Ink rain: I think my past life is like a madman, the script given to me by the director. How do I think it feels like I am causing a neuropathy? This script makes me embarrassed, but I have to.

Xue Meng: I feel that I am a straight man, but the director actually let me hold the teacher, and this script makes me embarrassed, but I have to.

Teacher: I think Ah changed. The director clearly said that he likes me, but he didn’t even look at me today. This script made me embarrassed, but I had to.

Chu Xiaoning: I don’t think I want to play. play. But the director said... I told him what to say, dragged it down, and killed me. Let him know what it means to have to.