novelaction Chapter 315
Chapter 315
When Meng Tongfu bought everything he needed, he came back and saw the young man sitting obediently in the restaurant, while the once famous Taoist Master Yan was serving noodles to people.
"Hey? Master Meng Ling is back?"
Ni Yangzhou greeted him, waving his chopsticks as he spoke:
"Let's eat together?"
Meng Tongfu put the collected papers aside and took a step forward: "Hehehe, I'm so sorry..."
Before he finished speaking, a glance came over, and Meng Tongfu suddenly realized something, and picked up the bamboo comb and tung oil paper: "No... it's not appropriate, I just finished eating outside, Xiao Ni, you eat by yourself, and eat with Taoist Yan."
After saying that, he took his things and went into the guest room.
Ni Yangzhou looked up at his master, who was sitting opposite the table. He scooped up a round egg with a spoon and put it into the young man's bowl.
"master."
Ni Yangzhou was not picky about food. He blew on it a few times and then put the noodles into his mouth. The hot noodles soothed the taste buds on his tongue, and the warmth flowed down his esophagus into his stomach.
"What exactly are we going to do?"
There was no beginning or end, but both sides were sure that the other side could understand.
"Besides, our things may not be the same."
Yan Congzhi nodded.
“That’s right, I don’t know either.”
The young man drank and said, "I don't know, no clue, no idea."
103 was very busy backstage.
Yan Congzhi was about to open his mouth, but was stopped by Ni Yangzhou:
"Don't tell me, I'll do it."
The man's slightly parted lips closed again.
"In my situation, I'm afraid it will be difficult to complete. You have to help me, but I don't know what specific help you need. You have to guess."
Ni Yangzhou knew that what he said was a bit unreasonable, but the situation was like this, and he had no other good solution, so he could only explain it first:
"Or see if I can communicate and pass on information after I die. Anyway, we should act according to the situation."
It was the same as if this plan had not been mentioned. Ni Yangzhou felt that he had just talked a lot of nonsense.
Who would have thought that the man frowned, but still nodded.
"And my mother."
The young man said slowly: "I hope she can live a happier life, and I hope you can take good care of her."
The man nodded again.
Ni Yangzhou looked at his master and suddenly felt that the other party would agree with whatever he said now.
"And, Master."
"Do you know what our relationship is in other areas?"
The man raised his eyes, his long straight eyelashes covering a small shadow under his eyes.
The young man took a sip of the hot soup and his eyes narrowed.
103 directly sets up a large target circular data flow. Every time the host speaks, one sentence of feedback is deleted.
"You cook, I eat."
The young man stopped using honorifics, and the man didn't notice.
"We went shopping, bought groceries, made things, went out to play, studied together, searched for clues, saved people, and escaped..."
"And sleep together."
Yan Congzhi didn’t know what happened in other worlds. The fleeting glimpses in Mirror Lake were not comprehensive. The young man spoke one sentence after another, like stones dropped into the lake and splashing water.
Ni Yangzhou looked at the other party's gradually clenched fingers, and his voice was gentle and calm:
"Master, guess...what is our relationship?"
The young man smiled maliciously. In fact, except in the world in the book at the end of the world, he and his master had hardly ever kissed each other. But this did not prevent him from using some montage techniques to confuse the actual situation.
Yan Congzhi lowered his eyes, and his voice was the same as before:
"Yangzhou."
Ni Yangzhou looked up and waited for the other party's next words, but there was no reply for a long time. The man just sat there, as if the name he just called was not his.
Yan Congzhi blinked and moved his lips, but didn't utter a word.
Ni Yangzhou rarely saw the other party act like this, so he became a little wild-minded and stood up and walked to the man.
A hand was placed on Yan Congzhi's shoulder. The man dodged it almost invisibly, but immediately restrained himself and did not move again.
“We were at that time…”
The young man stretched out his voice, his fingers loosely stroking his white shirt, like the slender shadows of willow branches clinging to the white wall.
"meeting……"
Ni Yangzhou suddenly lowered his head and put his lips close to the man's ear: "Will...
I won’t tell you what will happen.”
The air current blew, and the man remained motionless, like a stone Buddha statue.
Ni Yangzhou saw the skin under the shirt slowly turning red from the neck upwards to the tips of the ears, so red that it seemed to be dripping with blood.
Yan Congzhi's voice came, still sounding calm:
"Yangzhou."
Pause for a second:
"I... don't know."
Ni Yangzhou snorted slightly:
"I know you don't."
The young man turned around and stopped teasing the other person. Of course, there were some things he couldn't say:
"I didn't know that's why I told you."
Ni Yangzhou shook his head, some regrets and unspeakable sadness in his heart were packed into bundles, stuffed and pressed into the bottom of his heart, and he said unconsciously like a spoiled child:
"Anyway, there is a cause and an effect, and you can't avoid it. Now, asking you to help me with these things is not too much, right?"
Ni Yangzhou stood up straight, got up, walked back to the opposite side of the dining table, and picked up the mobile phone on the table.
"That's how it should be. I'm your teacher..."
The young man felt that the word "Master" sounded a bit unpleasant, his eyebrows drooped a little, and he interrupted the other person:
"Okay, got it, Master."
Ni Yangzhou turned around and knocked on Meng Tongfu's door:
"let's go."
The man at the table followed her gaze and could not finish the words he was about to say.
It seemed that if I said more, the guilt in my heart would become more and more intense, and would leak out through those silent expressions.
Although they are really master and apprentice at present.
Yan Congzhi turned around, his eyes fell on the reflective table top, reflecting half of his silent face.
He felt as if he were shouldering a number of accumulated expectations.
The other side of hope is the pair of loving eyes in the mirror lake.