The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Chapter 139: Master respects dreams

The time when the ink burned was frozen.

The nasal breath is a familiar aroma of sea bream. Although there is not much expression on the night, but the cuffs on his eyelids are very soft and very carefully. The key is that this white man, like a snow, is so close to himself at the moment, he can even clarify the delicate texture of his lips, and he can easily kiss the lip with a little lower head. The soft tender core is contained between the lips and teeth.

"You won, but you didn't wake me up, won't win."

Chu nightning wiped the sweat from his eyebrows and suddenly said this.

When the ink burned, he smiled: "I didn't win, and the winner is the Master."

"You didn't cut rice in the afternoon?"

"No, there is not much left. I went to the market and bought some winter spending. I went around the house and walked a circle, and I lost some effort." Mo Yan said, "So it is still the master." More than me."

Chu nightning snorted without a light weight and seemed to be satisfied.

After a while, he asked: "What cost do you go to the market to buy??"?

The ink burned before he could talk, and the Linger standing next to him was unwilling to be lonely. He smiled and interjected: "Xianjun bought a lot of things, but he can exhaust the horse of the camel."

"There is not a lot, it is charcoal fire, bought some meat, and some candy."

"More than that." Linger said, "Xianjun also bought a mattress for each family. The old lady who played the cotton directly pushed the car into the village with him, and loaded a full car."

Chu nightning is a bit strange: "Where did you come so much?"

"It’s usually awkward." The ink burned and laughed. "In fact, those who sell the donkey are not expensive, much cheaper than the upper repairs."

"What about the meat?"

"Buy it, let the village head take it back and burn it for everyone to eat tomorrow."

Chu nightning changed his face and asked: "What about sugar?"

Linger smiled and smiled: "Of course, the children who bought it in the village are eating. When the ink is returned, they are given to them. There are maltose and sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. Many of the children in the village have never eaten these desserts. Don't mention how happy you are."

She paused and seemed to say something sweetly: "I also got one."

This girl belongs to the kind that comes to the event, and is naturally cooked. She intervened several times before, and Chu Ning did not mind, but after the sentence was finished, he turned his eyes and gave her a cold and faint look.

"Tasty?"

Linger mixed: "It's delicious, sweet."

Chu nightning seems to be sneer: "Then you eat more." I didn’t know where it was, and it made him unhappy. He was about to chase. Suddenly, there was a black cover in front of him. It was Chu’s robes that had been put on his face, and the ink burned, and the robes were anxiously pulled down. Looking at him.

"Master?"

"The naked figure is not like it! You are not cold, I look cold!" Chu night sighed, "put on!"

"..."

Although the ink burning is very hot, but since Chu Ning said so, still did not say a word, immediately put the clothes on it, sweat sticking to the cloth, the wetness is a little uncomfortable, he raised his eyes and eyes, suddenly Looking at each other.

Chu night Ning squatting with the sword eyebrows: "The clothes are pulled up! Who is open to see! No rules!"

"..." The ink burned the clothes immediately, and the neckline was very high. It was very strict. Now there is no half-inch skin exposed, but there is more beauty of abstinence. Chu night Ning looked, inexplicably more resentful, secretly slammed away from the sleeves, leaving a burning stupid dog in general.

The village chief and Linger were squatting beside them, all of them were confused. Linger’s heart shouted: "This Xianjun... is so fierce... I have never seen such a strange person with temper... "She has some pity, even whispering in a flattering manner."

"It’s not good for your master to treat you, but your gentleness is gentle and you can't stand it--"

She turned back and looked back, but suddenly looked at the burning of the ink, half of the words, then broken in the lips and teeth can no longer say. Because she saw that she was always smiling and very angry, Mo Xianjun suddenly looked like a blaze, and her eyes sparkled like a wolf.

She slammed her mouth, but the ink burned her face and the light changed. The color of his eyes was no longer so easy to be cleared. The heart of Linger was straight and suddenly, I don’t know if it was my own illusion, or this one. The man, who is generally stable and generous, reveals the face of another wolf and tiger leopard between the beards.

The ink burned and sighed: "Sorry, you are busy first, I don't trust him, go and see." It is a big walk.

Chu nightning stood at the edge of the river pond, flying in the sky, the sun was half immersed in the waves of water, and there was a fire burning in the river.

The ink burned and rushed, and there was some breathing when he stopped behind him: "Master."

"..."

"Where am I doing something wrong?"

Chu night Ningdao: "No."

"So why are you not happy?"

"I'm happy."

Ink burns: "What?"

Chu nightning turned back and said in a gloomy manner: "I am happy and unhappy."

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

He didn't intend to talk to Chu Xiaoning in general. He carefully licked his face and suddenly thought of something. He couldn't help but smile: "I know why Master is not happy."

Chu Xiaoning’s hand was tightened in the wide sleeves, his shoulders were not noticeable, but his face was still calm: “I said no?”

The ink burned has come over, standing under the tree, carrying his hands with a smile, the old banyan tree by the river has some thick meridians bare and exposed on the surface, like a vigorous blood vessel, slowly plunging into the depths of the soil.

He stood on the protruding root and looked even higher.

Chu night Ning Xinsheng was alert and uncomfortable, saying: "You give me down."

"Oh."

The ink burned lightly and skillfully, and the toes left the prominent tree scorpion and fell to the front of the night. This tree is entrenched in Wolong. The place where there is no rough root is a little bit like this. Chu nightning stands together, and the ink can only be especially close to him to avoid the high ground.

He lowered his head and breathed almost to shake the eyelashes of Chu's late night, so Chu Xiaoning was somewhat embarrassed and calmly said: "You give me up."

"..." The ink burned and couldn't help but smile. "Go up and go down, Master is joking with me?"

Chu nightning also knew that he was in a rage, and when he was exposed, he simply silently and silently did not speak.

The ink-burning handle sticks out from behind, I don’t know where to make a candy, wrapped in rice paper, and the flowers are green and held in the palm of my hand, piled up into a sweet hill.

"Don't be angry, leave it for you."

"........." Chu Evening was even more angry. He wanted to vomit blood. He was so angry that he pressed his sword and shouted. "Mini rain!!"

"In!" The ink burned and stood up straight.

"Who wants to eat sugar? When are you a three-year-old child? Or take me as a girl? I am at all - hehe!"

A candy was spotted to the lips and sent into the mouth.

Chu night Ning was shocked.

When the time is red, the ears are red, and the face is red. I don’t know if it’s shame or anger. A pair of phoenix eyes are rounded, and the man who is smiling at the front is stunned.

"The taste of milk is milky." Ink said, "You like it the most."

Chu night Ning suddenly became a bit dull, some powerless, like a cat that had been cut off, and the threat of fangs and claws became useless.

He had a candy with milky taste, and a small smashed hair in the forehead was just as fast as he was, and he was slightly lifted by the wind, and the grass was shaking like a soft leaf. The ink burned, and my heart felt itchy. I wanted to reach out and press down on the hair.

He is a person who likes to work hard.

Thinking about it in my heart, then I really reached out.

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

Ink burned and said: "Everyone in the village bought some sweets and snacks, but it is best to buy it for the master. I can hide it in my sleeves. The pastry is placed in your room and I go back to eat quietly at night. Don't show it to the little guys. It's a lotus flower, it's very beautiful. If you see them, you have to ask for it."

Chu Xiaoning did not speak. After a long time, he rolled the milk candy that had been melted and rolled up with his tongue. He looked up and looked at the man in front of the old banyan tree in the aloe bush.

For a long while, the foreword throws four words without saying: "Osmanthus sugar."

The ink burned: "Buy."

"Crab powder lion head."

"Also bought."

"..."

Chu Xi Ning leaned over his head. He felt that his own majesty was lost a lot today. He wanted to pick up his own majesty and dust, so he bent his posture and his chin rose slightly. "Unfortunately, the pear is white."

He probably thought that his chin was very serious and very stressful.

However, it was the past, limited to the boyish age of ink burning, when he was not tall.

Chu Evening didn't know that he would do this now, only to let the ink burn the soft squat, the throat that was exposed after the chin was lifted, and the enamel-like neck.

He is like a very self-respecting cat. He leans the most vulnerable place under the lips of a wolf dog. He does not know what he is. He thinks that he has shocked the tiger and wolf, but he does not know that the tiger wolf just wants to put his throat in his throat. Between the tongue and tongue, kiss and swallow, and swallow it into the abdomen.

fool.

The ink burned a lot of perseverance, and then the line of sight was removed from the bottom of the chin of Chu, and then when the person in front of the eyes was looked at, the eyes were a little deep and the voice was a little low.

He smiled reluctantly, doing his gentleman and his Liu Xiahui, he said: "Yes."

Chu nightning did not react, squinting: "What?"

"Pear blossom white."

The ink burned in a breath and breathed a sigh of relief, pressing the heart of the desire, hoarse.

"Pear blossoms are white, there are also."

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

"When you are on the road, you may think that the Master may want to drink." Mo burned, "Fortunately, I bought it."

Chu night Ning looked at the apprentice who was eager to please himself. Suddenly he couldn’t say anything. He suddenly felt that his martyrdom was boring, and it was boring to make Zhang Zhi’s hard cold.

He finally slowly released the tight body, leaning his back on the old banyan tree, looking back and forth with ink, and then said: "Ink burning."

"Ok."

"You have changed a lot."

He said this sentence, I do not know why I saw a trace of uneasiness from the bottom of my eyes, and then the ink burned with thick and long eyelashes, said: "The teacher does not like it?"

"..." Chu said, "I don't hate it."

Then he suddenly remembered something, and he stood up again, raised his fingers, hesitated in the air, or fell on the side of the ink.

The smoldering trembled fiercely, but it was unclear, but it looked at the late night.

"I saw you fighting with the Yellow River in the book." Chu said, "I am hurt here."

"……Ok."

Chu Xiaoning sighed incomparably and patted the shoulders of the ink: "You are very good now, you can be a master of ink."

"The disciple does not dare."

Chu night Ning smiled slightly, his fingertips poked the ink-burning eyebrows, and then hanged down: "Also, the heavens/coats are not running around, there is no such thing as a master. Let's go, the sun sets, go back earlier. Rest, what are you going to do tomorrow?"

I thought about it and said, "It seems to be steaming rice, and I want to make rice cakes."

Chu Xiaoning nodded and suddenly said: "Don't take off your clothes again."

The blushing blush: "Well."

"If you are hot, take a break."

"it is good."

Chu nightning thought for a while and said: "I have to remember to bring a handkerchief. Nothing is always mixed with the girl who has not married. Do you have a handkerchief?"

"...no."

"...what do you usually use to wipe your face..."

".........sleeves." The ink burns for his own roughness and feels more awkward.

Chu Xiaoning was speechless, and said: "I will help you cut a piece when you get there."

The burning eyes suddenly lit up: "Give me something?"

"Ok."

The ink burned overjoyed: "It's so good! When will the master go to the cut?"

Chu night Ning frowned: "... I have to wait for this time to finish."

"Then I... I want the kind of jellyfish, can I?"

"……I will try my best."

The ink-burning that was answered was happy all night, immersed in the joy of a candy in exchange for a handkerchief, covered with a new quilt, and turned over and over to sleep.

For five years, he has been suffering from drunken dreams.

This is the first time he has been sleepless because of his joy.

The heartbeat was so fast that it could not be calmed for a long time. Later, he couldn’t help but sit up from the bed and his window was facing the window of the room in Chu’s night. He squatted on the edge, and made a slight gap through the slightest support. The tip of the nose was the sweetness of the night in the wilderness countryside. There was a small courtyard in front of him, and the candlelight opposite the courtyard.

Chu nightning has not slept yet.

what is he doing?

Is wondering how to cut a handkerchief, or is it eating the lotus cake that he brought to him?

The ink ignited the warm yellow light from the opposite window, and looked for a long time, until the opposite light went out, and Chu night would rather sleep, and he reluctantly whispered a sentence:

"Master, good dreams."

There is another sentence in the bottom of my heart. Even if no one hears it, he dare not say it.

Late Ning.

Good dreams.

The author has something to say:

Today's bib has:

"Mr. Tochigi" Mrs. Ling's sister, I just want to say that my phantoms are cheering for Miss Sister, just want to push the Miss Sister, such a beautiful dog seems to be really awkward, dog! ! This pretty little girl, you actually say that you are the same as others! You can't see the chest of her DCUP! ! Don't you think this winter is warm because of her! ! ! Crab crab lady~~

"Audio Warrior" wife's dog x master respects what the picture is - hitting good-looking, there is a feeling of watching animation ah ah ah holding the cheeks around the circle circle ~ could not help but shed the scorpion ~ dog and division The height difference of Zun is really wonderful~ Master's face is so cute and surprised~ Don't say it! Although I can't press your head! But I can push you to the boat! Hahahaha~ Crab Crab!

"J-added durian can't extricate himself" (Mt. (this ID has a good taste), the dog gives the master a wash jiao's plot picture~ I feel that the dog really wants to marry 23333 one knee, my Su's do not want I hope that the dog can stand up and push down directly. Don't hesitate to take it. After eating it, you can't make a 30w word for your impulse. (Yes, these words are now impulsive for 0.5, licking face~), and wearing The wrong dress of the stalk ~ 嘿嘿, the president Chu Xiaoning ~ crab crab wife painted the spicy cute dog and teacher respect, what 哒~~

[Small theater] What kind of sweat is used by the mentoring group?

Cultural person Chu Yuning: Haitang handkerchief

Primitive ink drizzle: sleeves

Beauty teacher sister: fish lips, how can the beauty sweat, sweat does not let people discover

Bird Man (...) Xue Ziming: Embroidered with the word shame of [Xue Meng], Mrs. Wang embroidered him, because he always lost the parchment, embroidered the name and easily lost someone else to send him back...