The Husky and His White Cat Shizun - Chap 143
No matter how slow Mo Ran was, when he saw her burning eyes, how could he not understand? He immediately said, “Miss Ling ‘er, you drank a little too much. If you have anything to say, say it tomorrow …”
“I insist on saying it today!”
This girl was also fierce when she was being stubborn. Her hair was a little messy, but her eyes were shining.
“…” Mo Ran was afraid of being pestered, so he wanted to use his Qinggong to escape, but she pulled on the corner of his sleeve. Mo Ran was angry and amused at the same time. He said, “Let go of me.”
“I’m not letting go.” As the saying goes, alcohol strengthens one’s courage. Moreover, Ling ‘er’s courage was not small to begin with. She had been wanting to cling to the Quintessence of Life and Death for a long time, so she said loudly, “I like you. Do you like me?”
Mo Ran, “…”
Seeing that the man did not respond, Ling ‘er was a little anxious.
Ever since Mo Ran first came to Yu Liang Village, she felt that this man looked mighty and heroic. Later on, when she found out that he was the famous “Grandmaster Mo”, her heart fell even deeper, and she could not control it.
The busy farming season was almost over, and Mo Ran would be leaving soon. She was just a little girl in the lower cultivation world, and the only thing she had was a pretty face and a good figure. Although she did not know what Mo Ran thought of her, if she did not express her feelings now, it would be very difficult for her to have another chance in the future. Therefore, with the help of the alcohol, she was able to muster up the courage to follow Mo Ran and confess her love to him.
To be honest, even Mo Ran was a little taken aback by this flood of courage.
Ling ‘er’s pretty face was flushed red.
She thought, if only Mo Ran would agree. Not only would she have such a handsome lover, but she would also be able to climb to the peak of life and death. Then, she would not have to stay in this small broken village and be bullied. She could live a comfortable life, but …
“I’m sorry, Miss Ling ‘er, you should let go.”
However, his words easily shattered the floating castle in her mind.
Ling ‘er’s face was still red, but now it was pale again. For a moment, her face was very ugly. After a while, she anxiously said, “Am … Am I not good-looking?”
“You look good in every way.” Mo Ran was very polite and gently shook off her hand. “But I don’t like it.”
If it could be said that he had left some face for her just now, then this sentence of “I don’t like it” could be said to be like crushing dry weeds and smashing rotten wood, tearing off the last of her face.
Ling ‘er’s eyes were filled with tears. She was sad. Although she admired Mo Ran, it wasn’t to the point where she was deeply in love with him. Instead, she wanted to rise to the top. Thus, she was more disappointed that her dream had been shattered.
“Then you …” She held back her tears and asked, “Then what do you like?”
“I …”
Her question stumped Mo Ran.
What did he like?
Out of habit, he felt that he liked women like Shi Mei, but when the words came to his mouth, he suddenly felt that this was not the case. For a moment, he was at a loss and could not answer.
“Then tell me, what do you like?” Ling’er stepped closer, her pair of beautiful eyes staring at Mo Ran’s face, not letting go of any change in his expression.
She was also a pitiful person. She had an older sister who married an ordinary cloth merchant in the Upper Cultivation World and moved to Leizhou a few years ago to live a good life.
She went to visit her older sister with her mother and brought back a pile of dried pepper fish from the countryside. However, her brother-in-law disliked the fishy smell of the dried fish and felt that it was very shameful for them to live in his house, so they were driven away after a few days. This matter deeply carved a knife into Ling’er’s heart. From that day on, she was not willing to accept her poor life and vowed to live better than her older sister. In the future, she would repay all the grievances that she had suffered.
Therefore, she had been looking for a hero all these years, wanting to give herself to him and change her fate.
She really did not want to let go of Mo Weiyu.
As a result, she was almost a little anxious and crazy. Under the influence of alcohol, she leaned on him in a daze. She had a soft and curvaceous body. In the summer, when she walked through the fields, men would steal glances at her. She was betting, wanting to use her soft and warm body to tear open Grandmaster Mo’s armor.
“What’s wrong with me? You don’t even want to think about it, you won’t even consider it, and you’re rejecting me just like that? ”
Her hot and soft body pressed against him, but Mo Ran felt uncomfortable all over. He pulled and pulled her away, his face darkening.
“Miss Ling’er, how long have we known each other? Why would I like you, why would I consider you? ”
“How would you know if you don’t try!”
When Mo Ran saw that she was about to come over again, he immediately said, “Don’t come any closer!”
“You don’t like it that much?” Ling’er opened her eyes wide and said in disbelief, “You don’t like it at all … at all …”
“I don’t like it at all.” Mo Ran felt that he had not said it clearly enough. It was better to be thorough with this kind of thing. Therefore, although it was cruel, he still added, “I’m not moved at all.”
Ling’er was speechless.
Not liking it, she could understand.
But not being moved …
How many unmarried men could face a woman with an extremely good face and figure, face a woman who had taken the initiative to throw herself at him, and say that he was not moved at all? Could he not have any desire in front of such a soft and gentle woman?
She stood there in a daze for a while, then said, “You … how could you … how could you …”
She found it hard to say.
She actually wanted to say, how could you not have any desire at all? This was not normal.
Mo Ran could tell what she was thinking from her hesitation, but he didn’t want to explain it to her. They were just strangers who met by chance. While the concubine wanted to have a one-night stand, the man didn’t want to do so.
She could think whatever she wanted, as long as she liked it.
Mo Ran said to her softly, “Sorry.” Then he disappeared into the night.
The night wind blew against his cheeks, and he could not help but squint his eyes.
After talking with Ling’er, he suddenly realized that he might have been wrong about one thing when it came to love.
Ling’er asked him, “What kind of woman do you like?”
It seemed that he had never asked himself this question.
People who received little warmth did not have much choice. As long as someone treated him especially well, he would offer up all his passion.
“What kind of woman do you like?”
This was a question that he did not dare to ask subconsciously.
Actually, everyone in this world had their own special tastes and hobbies. When Mo Ran was young, he often heard other children tugging at their parents’ clothes and saying, “I like to eat this, it has chopped green onions.” Or, “Mom, this red lantern looks better than the yellow one, I like the red one.”
But he could not say that. Even if he said it, it would be useless. The only thing he could afford to eat was the cheapest white pancakes, and he had to break them up and share half with his mother.
Later on, when he was in the restaurant, he would also steal glances at the rich young masters who came to watch the opera. He saw them waving their silk fans and leisurely saying things like, “I like that Cui ‘er from last time. This time, I want her to sing. She’s delicate and has a sweet voice,” and so on.
In fact, in Mo Ran’s eyes, Cui ‘er was not as beautiful as Bai Rong, but who cared what he thought?
No one would ever ask him, “What do you like?” Whether it was aesthetic or choice, these words only concerned the rich. For Mo Ran, he would eat whatever others gave him. If there was food to eat, he should be grateful. If there was clothes to cover his body, he should cry — “Like?”
He was afraid that he was a fool. How could he like? How could he dare to like? What qualifications did he have to like? He only had a lowly life that he had to struggle with all his might to survive.
After a long time, this habit of holding on to whatever he got was deeply ingrained in his bones. Later, no matter how much gold, silver, and jewels he wore, or how much ambergris made him sneeze, it could not cover up this layer of poverty in his bones.
Throughout Mo Ran’s life, when he was young, he was poor. His emotions were like dirt on the soles of his shoes, worthless. Therefore, no one would ask him, “What do you like?”
Later on, when he achieved meteoric success, he was in the emperor’s heart, accompanying the king and accompanying the tiger. His thoughts could only be speculated by others, so no one dared to ask him, “What do you like?”
And just now, Ling ‘er had suddenly asked him this question. It was just a few simple words, but it had actually stumped him.
He used to think that if he liked someone, he would be respectful and hold them in the palm of his hand, not daring to have any wild thoughts.
Just like how he treated Shi Mei.
He felt that this was love, as if there was nothing wrong with it.
But at this moment, he vaguely understood that things didn’t seem to be as he had thought.
Did he really like gentleness, more than stubbornness?
Did he really like gentleness, more than strength?
Did he really like peach blossom eyes, more than fierce phoenix eyes, two blades of frost?
He … did he really like Shi Mingjing? Instead of … instead of …
He did not dare to think about that name, but his heart was beating uncontrollably, and his blood had become hot and boiling.
Mo Ran was shocked by his own love.
Love and lust, love and lust, love and lust were inseparable, inseparable. He was attracted by the other person’s appearance, by the other person’s voice, by the other person’s smell, and even by the other person’s gaze. He wanted to invade, wanted to possess, wanted to leave his own breath on the body that originally had nothing to do with him, wanted to insert his own passion into the other person’s body.
He had always believed that love was sacred, and that the person he loved could not be profaned.
But how could he really not be profaned?
When a body that he loved, longed for, and yearned for appeared in front of him, how could he not feel his whole body heat up?
Of all the love in the world, only love had nothing to do with cleanliness.
It was destined to be stained with sticky sweat, to have the color of flesh, to be tangled with hair, to have the smell of heather. It was related to moaning, to passion, it was destined to be in a muddy and humid hotbed to be able to grow into a delicate flower stamen.
Mo Ran was running in the night when he suddenly stopped. His eyes were frighteningly bright, and his expression was aghast.
It was as if something in his brain had broken. The wild flow that had always been suppressed by his stubbornness and foolishness had drowned him with an earth-shattering momentum, swallowing him up.
He stood in place in horror.
Desire, lust.
Love.
Chu Wanning …
He finally dug out this name.
The sand and mud were washed away, and the treasure was revealed.
It had always been Chu Wanning … This kind of private emotion, this kind of burning love, had always belonged to Chu Wanning!
He felt his vision darken. The obsession of two lifetimes had been shattered. The broken brick wall was washed away by the violent tide, slamming into his heart, making him almost unable to breathe.
He was aghast.
Could it be, so … it was actually like this …
The person he liked, his so-called love, had it always been wrong?
When Mo Ran returned to the bonfire party with Li Hua Bai in his arms, Ling’er was no longer there.
Of course, no one noticed that a young girl had left the party. Naturally, no one knew that Mo Ran and her had a conversation just now. They continued to drink and chat merrily, and it was very lively.
After three rounds of drinking, the villagers began to play a game. They used rice stalks to weave a straw ring and asked someone to go up and beat the drum. When the drum stopped, whoever the straw ring passed to would be asked a question and could not refuse to answer.
This was a kind of entertainment that the farmers of the lower cultivation world would think of when they had nothing to do. The game was simple and easy to learn. Even people like Chu Wanning who had no interest in playing would not find it difficult to integrate into the game.
“Okay, it’s Lao Bai’s turn! Come, come, Lao Bai, let’s draw lots! ”
With a bitter face, Lao Bai grabbed a folded piece of paper from the big bowl. He unfolded it and read, “Is a woman with big breasts prettier, or a woman with a fat butt prettier?”
The people around him immediately roared with laughter.
Lao Bai was so angry that his face turned red. He raised the piece of paper and cursed, “Which idiot wrote this kind of question and threw it in? I’ll f * ck you! ”
“Don’t.” A villager laughed and pulled on his clothes. “Don’t be in such a hurry to f * ck him. You should answer the question first.”
Lao Bai’s wife was also sitting below. She was staring at him with her pair of bullfrog eyes. Lao Bai’s hair stood on end. He stuttered for a long time before whispering, “I think they’re all about the same.”
Immediately, someone laughed and shouted, “What are you talking about? There’s no point in lying! You clearly told me a few days ago that you think women with big butts are prettier and that they’re easy to give birth to. Why didn’t you tell the truth? Drink, drink! Drink as punishment! ”
Lao Bai had no choice. He grimaced in pain and drank the wine. After drinking, he was pulled by the ear by his wife and scolded.
Chu Wanning was hidden in the crowd. He felt awkward and curious at the same time. However, this kind of question was too vulgar. If he was asked, he would definitely not be able to answer.
At this time, the village chief happened to be holding a foot of black cloth. He said with a smile, “Let’s find someone else to beat the drum. Take Lao Zhang’s place and let him play. Who’s going to take his place?”
Chu Wanning immediately said, “I’ll do it.”
He walked to the side of the drum that was tied with cowhide. He took the drumstick and sat on the ground.
The village chief carefully tied the blindfold around his eyes. He adjusted it left and right and asked, “Is it tight?”
“It’s not tight.”
“Will it leak out?”
“It won’t leak.”
The village chief smiled and said, “Then I’ll ask Immortal Monarch to beat the drum. Whenever you want to stop, feel free to stop.”
Chu Wanning said, “Okay.” He picked up the wooden hammer and knocked on the leather surface. Then, he agilely beat out dense drum beats. It was noisy and messy.
He was blindfolded and did not notice Mo Ran’s gaze across the bonfire. It was so complicated, so confused, and so confused.
Mo Ran looked at him. The sparks flew, like orange fireflies scattering into the night. He looked at the man in white. Inch by inch, his gaze swept across Chu Wanning’s forehead, the tip of his nose, his lips, and his chin like a sharp knife.
Chu Wanning who was blindfolded by the black cloth had an indescribable temptation to him. But this time, Mo Ran did not let this temptation slip away. He carefully chewed and licked.
He tasted the taste of love in it.
He once again felt his heart tremble. He once again confirmed … that he was not wrong.
He had love for Chu Wanning. That kind of love had nothing to do with the relationship between master and disciple. It had nothing to do with kindness.
He just purely admired him, longed for him, wanted him.
He …
He finally realized in hindsight that he loved Chu Wanning.
It was love.
He was actually so muddle-headed, so stubborn. He was actually so stupid, so unable to see clearly.
It was only today that he was finally enlightened.
He loved Chu Wanning.
Now that he had thought it through, the layer of earth that had been accumulating in his mind finally broke down. There were many things that he couldn’t understand and many answers that he couldn’t get before, but they all came one after another in this love that had come so late.
But he did not have time to savor it. He did not have time to think deeply.
He heard a “dong” sound. The drumming stopped. The remaining sound spread like ripples.
That grass ring fell on his knee at this time. He picked it up in a daze. When he looked up, he saw Chu Wanning breathing a sigh of relief. He took off the black bandage with one hand. He opened his pair of phoenix eyes that shone with moonlight and looked at him with pure and flawless eyes.
He was also curious. He wanted to know whose house the flower fell on when he stopped the drumming.
So he met Mo Ran’s gaze.
Chu Wanning: “… …”
Mo Ran: “… …”
There was nothing more awkward than you peeking at him when he was peeking at you. Their gazes met and they both avoided each other’s eyes.
But Chu Wanning soon stopped avoiding them. Because he suddenly realized that Mo Ran’s handsome face was shrouded in confused and complicated feelings. Beyond the burning bonfire and the bustling crowd, it was exposed so straight and hot. It was not concealed and could not be concealed.
Chu Wanning widened his phoenix eyes slightly.
“Good luck Celestial Master Mo.” The village chief smiled and pulled Mo Ran up.
Mo Ran hesitated for a while. Then he followed the rules and put the grass ring in his hair. His black eyes were very bright, but he was at a loss. He put on the crown and carefully looked at Chu Wanning. That tanned handsome face gradually turned red under the light of the fire.
Chu Wanning was shocked by his abnormal behavior. So he opened his eyes even wider and stared at him.
Under Chu Wanning’s undisguised gaze, Mo Ran lowered his eyelashes and pursed his lips without saying a word. He looked a little obedient and a little shy.
He looked like a slow-witted young man who had reached the age of knowing his first love. Everything seemed so clumsy. So clumsy that it was a little pitiful, but also a little cute.
Chu Wanning: “… …”
If he was shocked just now, he could be said to be shocked now.
… … He was probably going blind!
Otherwise, why would he feel that this burly bear suddenly became so pretentious, as if he had taken the wrong medicine?
