one of my alchemist friends

Chapter 6

Heart gone. "

Surrounded by raging flames, the heat was so hot that his eyes were dry and his chest was tight. Bairan realized that he had no spiritual power, and "Suishuang" went nowhere.All of a sudden, a ball of flint hit him, he stretched his arms to block it, but suddenly fell and drowned in the deep water.After several struggles to no avail, seeing the light gradually disappearing around her body, and then falling again, she heard the silver bell ringing, and the bamboo leaves "rustling", and everyone in front of her was wearing the school uniform of the Bai family, and she looked like a fairy.

It can be counted back.Bai Ran frowned, and went to the main hall.I don't know what day it is today, the whole family gathered together, bowed and talked to each other, and the grandfather, who had always lived in a simple way, sat in front of the hall to accept the ceremony and tea.Bairan saluted the elders in the hall one by one, the strange thing is, everyone never paid him a glance from the beginning to the end, as if he didn't exist.He found his uncle's back and hurried there.Bai Yan was peeling oranges for the two children, and said in a gentle voice: "Aying, wipe your hands with a handkerchief after eating. Don't wipe your brother's body again, do you understand?" One of the children answered "Yes" weakly with a blushing face. .Bai Ran called "Uncle" four or five times, but there was no response, so he boldly took Bai Yan's shoulder and forced him to look at him.Bai Yan looked like a young man, his eyes were empty and lifeless, as calm as stagnant water.He was startled, and hurriedly let go.Bai Yan only paused, then turned his head to continue talking with the two children as if nothing had happened.

Something is wrong.Bairan was suspicious, so he went around to look for his father in Langyuan.From a distance, Bai Heng was seen holding a woman's arm, and the two of them stood shoulder to shoulder, rubbing each other's ears, very intimate.

He was a little displeased, so he dared to lie in the corner and eavesdrop.

"For a girl, it's great to be born like Sister Jinyan. If it's a boy..." The woman smiled, with a pair of dimples opening at the corner of her mouth, "It's good to be like Big Brother Guo. Don't be like you, just be dumb Leng Leng boring wood."

Bai Heng laughed angrily, stretched out his hand to pinch her nose, pretending to be annoyed and said, "Okay! I'm sorry for my stupidity, but please tell me whether the baby in Miss Wan's womb is Jin Yan's or Guo Da's?"

This disturbance made the woman laugh out loud, holding her back with one hand and holding her belly in the other, calling out "Ouch".Bai Heng hurriedly helped her to sit down.

The weirdness makes sense.It's not that everyone ignored it intentionally, at this moment he should be curled up in his mother's womb.

Mother?

These two words were a bit awkward to pronounce, and he choked up in his throat for a while, and finally fell back to his heart, trembling slightly.

He has never seen his mother, and her mother has never been in his dreams.My father avoided talking about the past, and for my mother, I only had fragmentary memories from my grandfather and uncle.

Even though he knew that no one would notice at this time, he could easily hold his mother's hand and snuggle up to her, but he didn't dare, and still hid himself by the wall, occasionally leaning out half of his body.

The mother suddenly looked here, her eyes met each other, and both of them were stunned.

"What are you looking at?" Bai Heng supported her shoulder, looked along her perspective, and all he could see was the green bamboo arch.

"It's nothing." The woman smiled and waved her hands, but her eyes were full of warmth, and she stroked her abdomen with one hand.

Bairan drew back his body and leaned against the wall to look at the sky.It shouldn't be, no one can see him, but the mother clearly smiled at him just now...

The breeze pierced through the bamboo, and three or two leaves fell on his head.Bairan raised his hand to brush off the fallen leaves, and actually took off a petal of the flower.Feeling very strange, he went to look for it against the wind, and saw a red flower blooming from the eye of a very upright and elegant bamboo, which was very eye-catching in the light of the week.He thought for a moment, Ling Kong took it in his hand with a leap, but the flower broke free as if it was alive, and smashed towards his heart.

The body fell again, and Bai Ran suddenly sat up, her eyes widened.Mo Chengkong was taken aback, and tried to probe his forehead but was stopped by one hand.

Bai Ran pulled Mo Chengkong closer to him with his hand, panted and asked, "Is this the reality?"

"After lying down for ten days and a half months, I really fell asleep." Seeing that he had no intention of lying down, Mo Chengkong took some cushions and put them behind him, tucked the quilt up for him, and asked, "Are you thirsty? Hungry?" Not hungry?"

silence.

"Don't want to talk?"

silence.

"You don't want to talk to me?"

Bai Ranyuan stared at a certain place in a daze, and when he heard his words, he was sour and jealous, and gave him a rewarding look, but remained silent.

"Hey, isn't it! You lost your temper with me just after waking up?" Mo Chengkong looked helpless, but poured a glass of water, blew on it, and took a sip from himself before handing it to his lips, saying: "No Hot, not poisonous."

Bairan only slightly touched it, then closed his eyes and leaned on the mat.

Mo Chengkong only said that he was annoyed, and said to himself: "It's my fault for making this happen, you should be angry and blame me..."

"I saw my mother." Bairan's tone was full of exhaustion, but there was a faint smile on his face, "Since I saw her, I have been thinking about her all the time. If I don't see you for a while, what should my father be?" How painful is it?"

"... At first I envied you very much." Mo Chengkong sat down cross-legged with his back to him, "Look at you, you became famous at a young age, you have a good background and talents, and others would not be envious of you for a few lifetimes. Looking at you now Come on, you're just a mortal."

"You're disappointed." Bairan smiled lightly.

"On the contrary." Mo Chengkong rolled on the ground, dangling his legs, looked at him with his hands on his chin and said, "If life is full of regrets, how much fun will be lost."

Seeing him thoughtful, he continued: "My mother said, cherish what you have in front of you, and don't always hold on to the past. The suzerain is wise and powerful, and he will be able to resolve it by himself. You don't have to worry too much."

"Your mother is...very good." Bairan was never good at complimenting others, and the word "very good" seemed to be the highest evaluation he could give.

Mo Chengkong responded with a "hmm", with his face resting on his arms, and there was no movement for a while.Upon closer inspection, he was already asleep.It was also at this time that the criss-cross scars on his back were clearly visible, and the blood-stained part of the clothes had turned black.

Bairan originally wanted to drive him to sleep elsewhere, but seeing this situation, his outstretched hand was stuck in mid-air, and finally retracted.

startled

Mo Chengkong was awakened by a thunderclap.When he woke up, he found that he seemed to have been lying on Bairan's bed all night. Instead of being thrown out, he was still tightly wrapped in a quilt.

This flower of friendship is thriving!Excited, he overturned the bedside basin with one hand.The washbasin also stubbornly rolled out of the bedroom with a "clang" sound after throwing out the water and towels.

Half of Bai Ran protruded from the side of the screen, and said, "Come out to eat when you wake up."

Outside the house, it was windy and windy, flying sand and leaves.In the house, Bairan was sitting at the desk to make up for the homework that had been left in the past few days, while Mo Chengkong was picking up chopped green onions and enjoying the rain while enjoying Bairan with egg flower and shrimp porridge. It’s been a while. I won’t be able to leave for a while, how about cutting paper and grinding ink for you?”

"Thank you, no need." Bairan finished writing a page, dried the ink, folded the paper aside, continued to write a new page, and asked casually, "How did you do it behind?"

"Cutting paper or grinding ink." Mo Chengkong stirred the porridge unhurriedly with a spoon, turning around three times, but ignoring him.

Bairan's hand holding the pen paused, sighed softly, pushed the inkstone a few inches away, and said, "Thank you."

"It's just being taught a few times by your father." Mo Chengkong ate the porridge in two or three bites, moved to the desk and began to grind the ink.

"That's all?" Bai Ran put down his pen and questioned.

"That's all." Mo Chengkong gave him an affirmative look: "I caused you to be seriously ill. If the suzerain didn't strike me with a sword, it would be an amnesty. Thanks to the old suzerain for saving me." He opened the "Xianni" and shook it.

Bairan remembered this folding fan.Every time I go to my grandfather's room to answer, the first thing I see when I enter the door is the "Xiannide" displayed on the shelf.

The frame of this fan is made of keel wood, and the handle of the fan is carefully carved with twelve sceneries of Liuhuang;Different from other magic tools of the fairy family known for their sharpness in fighting, the "Xianni" fan can only be used for self-protection and has almost no lethality.As for who created it and who owned it, it is unknown.

"Don't ask how this fan got into my hands?" Mo Chengkong pushed the inkstone, "That's enough."

"Grandfather has his own reasons." Bai Ran closed his eyes intently, tapped his forehead with the tip of his pen, thought for a moment, and then moved his pen like flying, seeing that a large discussion paper only needed a conclusion.

Seeing that he was concentrating on writing, Mo Chengkong didn't bother him, and quietly stepped aside, trying to find a few idle books from his shelf.After searching for a long time, I only found a book that is relatively not boring and teaches flower planting skills.After only turning a few pages, he yawned so sleepy that he almost buried his face in the book.

He looked at it for a long time, until he stopped writing and drank tea, and then said: "Bairan, I really admire you." Tiredness struck, and the voice was a little vague, "Sitting for so long, you can still be so upright. Why? Did it? Teach me."

"Stick to the wall." Bairan's tone was as flat as ever.

Mo Chengkong really went over to sit against the wall obediently, crawled back after a while, and still said vaguely: "The wall is crooked."

"You are sleepy, not drunk." Ruthlessly exposed.

"The wall is crooked." Mo Chengkong repeated, "You sit upright, and I will stick to you." Without waiting for Bairan to respond, he sat down with his back to him, with a look of triumph on his face.

"Please go ahead." The face was still calm, but the fingertips touched the penholder inadvertently.It rolled a few times on the paper, and after being stained with ink, it lay still knowingly.Bairan was wondering whether to tear up the paper and rewrite it, but the person behind him seemed to say something, but he couldn't hear it very clearly.

Maybe it's because I'm tired from sitting for a long time.He rubbed between his brows.

The wind and rain outside the house gradually stopped, and the sky gradually became clearer.In the room, two teenagers sat with their backs together, one elegant and handsome, and the other stunned.

Mo Chengkong said silently: "Up to this point, I will share the responsibility with you."

After picking Ming's background, Mo Chengkong obtained a special dispensation and did not need to participate in the swordsmanship class.Since the old suzerain personally instructed him, and his remaining performance was indeed remarkable, Lingjizi also let him go.Therefore, at the end of each class, all the disciples