Song Mo fell when he was a child, sometimes he rushed forward, sometimes he fell down with his head raised, but without exception, it hurts.

But this time, he didn't feel any pain.

My heartbeats as fast as a jumping candle, and my whole body is stiff and unable to move. This body, which has been used for nearly thirty years, seems to be no longer his.

But he felt it clearly again.

He knew that he should jump up immediately, but his body was not in control. He knew that Xiaowu was short, but he didn't know that when Xiaowu was lying under him, he was like a real child, completely covered by his body. He also knew that Xiaowu's lips were rosy and full, because he stared at there many times, watched him eat in a delicate manner, watched his lips open and close silently, and called him master, but he didn't know that Xiaowu's lips were so soft.

After these chaotic thoughts quickly passed through his mind in an instant, Song Mo finally came back to his senses and hurriedly left. The boy under him suddenly raised his head and opened his mouth like frightened. He couldn't help but go in a little. Just as he was about to retreat, a slippery tongue penetrated into his mouth in a panic. Song Mo instinctively shut up and looked up, so he took a sip of the boy's tongue with his lips in his mouth.

The heart trembled.

He heard Xiao Wu make a gentle nasal sound, not knowing whether it was this indescribable sound or the touch on his lips, which slimmed his spine.

He just supported Xiao Wu's side with his hands, looking at him in disbelief. The water droplets remaining on the ends of his hair and forehead slid down along his face and dripped on Xiao Wu's face. He saw Xiao Wu blinking blankly, his shadow in his clear eyes. Then he closed his head, tilted his head to one side, his fine eyelashes trembled slightly, and his face slowly turned red.

Beautiful as a daughter's flower.

Song Mo forgot to act for a moment.

"Master Song, are you okay? I seemed to have heard something and fell down!" The boatman shouted in front, stopped the boat artemisia and walked two steps towards this side.

Song Mo jumped up at an astonishing speed that he had expected. While telling the boatman as calmly as possible, he pulled up his disciples. When the disciple stood firm, he quickly let go of his hand and looked sideways at the lake. The lake was still calm, but there was a storm in his heart that could not calm down.

Although it was an accident, he kissed Xiaowu.

He is a man and kissed Xiao Wu, who is also a man!

What's even more shameful is that at that time he actually had the intention to feel Xiao Wu's lips, and he actually felt that Xiao Wu looked good under him, and he actually responded! He was his master, Xiao Wu fell down, and what he should think most was whether Xiao Wu was injured!

Song Mo quietly glanced at his disciple.

Xiaowu lowered his head and stood behind him, staring at his toes, holding his right wrist with his left hand.

Have you met your hand?

Song Mo coughed, turned around, trying to ignore the upset in his heart, and asked him in a low voice: "Did you hurt your hand?"

Tang Huan nodded.

"Show me." Song Mo pulled him to a place where the boat could cover it, and asked the disciple to sit on a wooden board. He half-squatted, trying to see if there was bleeding on his hands. Unexpectedly, just now, the young man in front of him suddenly raised his left hand, grabbed his sleeve and covered his cheek, and wiped him.

Song Mo's heartbeat was chaotic again, and he couldn't help but raise his eyes, and then he met Xiao Wu's serious and guilty eyes.

Tang Huan's eyes also moved from the man's face to his eyes, looked at him, then lowered his eyes, and said in a stuttering voice that Master is sorry, saying that she shouldn't splash water to play with. After that, she pursed her lips.

Song Mo understood it, looked down at his wound, and said calmly: "Forget it this time, I will be more playful again in the future, and I will punish you for not going out for a month."

Tang Huan quickly shook his head and said that he would never make trouble again.

Song Mo said "yes" and finally felt relieved when he saw that the wound on his disciple's hand was not pulled open.

As for that accident, since Xiao Wu didn't mention it, just pretend that it hadn't happened.

Song Mo thought very well, but when he was about to get up, he found that the disciple was quietly looking at him. He looked over, and the disciple turned his eyes away in panic, his cheeks were red.

Why do you blush?

Even if he didn't have that experience, Song Mo knew that his disciples were shy. He just met with a brief look and saw a kind of love in the boy's eyes.

His heart broke out and he stared blankly at the boy in front of him.

Xiaowu was kissed by a man, but was not angry and embarrassed, but blushed. Does this mean that Xiaowu not only did not disgust his touch, but was moved by love? How could he be moved? Has Xiaowu heard those ridiculous rumors that he thought his master liked men and thought his master kissed him on purpose, so he blushed?

Seeing that the boy was getting more and more embarrassed and in a mess, Song Mosheng was afraid that his disciples would misunderstand, so he explained with a tough bullet: "Xiao Wu, just now, it was because of the master's clumsy hand that didn't hold you back. That kind of thing happened. Don't think too much about it. We are all men, and we can't avoid bumps when we get along with each other. That kind of coincidence is nothing, do you know?" Xiao Wu is so young, he can't lead him astray.

Tang Huan was stunned for a moment, then his eyes dimmed, he nodded, and he didn't even look at him, so he got up and went into the tent.

Song Mo did not move, and the disciple's reaction further confirmed his speculation.

He was very confused. Xiaowu would not blush when he met him two nights ago. It was obvious that Xiaowu had no thoughts about him at that time. Why was he suddenly moved by an accident now? Song Mo couldn't figure it out, but his explanation undoubtedly made Xiaowu sad. His eyes turned to the lake, and Song Mo was inexplicably disappointed. Unfortunately, he didn't want to and dared to investigate the reasons for his loss.

The boat circled around the lake and steadily landed at noon.

Song Mo took the lead in getting ashore and stretched out his hand. When Tathagata was like that, he wanted to help his disciples.

Tang Huan stopped and looked at him in surprise.

Song Mo immediately realized that this kind of concern could easily cause misunderstandings from his disciples, so he instinctively took his hand back and just told him to be careful.

Tang Huan lowered his head, stepped onto the wooden board on the bow, and walked forward silently, leaving the man with a grievance and pitiful side face.

Song Mo felt guilty, but he felt that Xiao Wu was still a child, so he must have been moved because he had never been close to others like that. After two days, he would return to normal.

"Xiao Wu, Master will take you to the restaurant. Fan Ji's fish head is delicious." Song Mo caught up with his disciple, his tone was casual and natural. He originally planned to have lunch outside.

Tang Huan shook his head.

The disciple did not gesture or look at him. Song Mo didn't know what he was thinking. He asked with the intention that there were many people outside and he couldn't lower his posture, so he had to walk back side by side with him, without saying anything along the way.

After having lunch in the shop, Tang Huan ran directly to the yard to see Fu Ning and the others make dragon lanterns.

Song Mo sat in front of the table next to the window, and the cheerful laughter from the eldest disciple came from outside.

What's so funny about making dragon lanterns? Why didn't you find him laughing so much before?

Song Mo got up and walked to the window, deliberately hid his body and looked out, and saw Xiao Wu sitting close to his senior brother, watching Fu Ning weaving lamp stand, holding Fu Ning's hand from time to time, writing on his palm. Then, he saw Fu Ning staring at Xiao Wu in a daze, with a suspicious red flashing on his face occasionally...

Senior brother, why did Fu Ning blush?

Does he have any thoughts about Xiaowu?

Song Mo's face turned cold. The people in the capital have proved to him that some men will also like men. His indifference is coveted by people. Isn't it easier for Xiao Wu to be so simple? Xiao Wu doesn't know anything, he doesn't know how good he was, and he doesn't know that there is another kind of disgusting confusion in the world besides men and women.

Just as he was thinking, he saw Xiaowu standing up, bent down and standing behind Fu Ning, and massaged his back with one hand.

Was he voluntarily or was Fu Ning ordered it?

Seeing him laughing so happily, even if he was ordered by his senior brother, he would be willing.

Song Mo felt a little uncomfortable. It turned out that Xiao Wu was good to everyone. He would hold Fu Ning's palm and write, and would also massage his back...

He silently left the window and buried his head in doing his own thing.

As he folded, his hand stopped again.

That kind of thing happened. Xiaowu was thin-skinned and deliberately avoided his master. He understood. But Xiaowu suddenly approached his senior brother, trying to determine whether he liked men? It would be fine, but if he really knew, Fu Ning was so outstanding, what should Xiaowu really liked him? How could he watch his disciple jump into the fire pit?

Ask him carefully tonight.

Thinking that the disciples would definitely come to serve him in the evening, Song Mo felt a little calmer.

But when the dinner time came, neither of the two disciples came to the side hall. Song Mo sat expressionlessly and ordered the guy to go to the front to take a look. The guy came back soon and said that the brothers Fu Ning had used both in front.

A lonely person...

Song Mo put down his chopsticks and went back to the house, leaving behind a table of food that had basically not been moved.

Night falls.

The guy took the water and left. Song Mo stood at the head of the bed for a while, and there was no movement outside. He smiled bitterly. It was strange to get used to this kind of thing. Before, he had been bathing alone for so many years, but Xiao Wu had only served him twice. The first time he felt very uncomfortable, and the second time he was a little embarrassed. Now that Xiao Wu is not here, he actually feels not used to it?

I took a shower myself and couldn't sleep again.

I finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, but the figure of a boy flashed through my dream, shy cheeks, lost appearance, and close to his senior brother...

I woke up in the morning and had a split headache.

Song Mo is not an indecisive person. He now needs to concentrate on being a lamp and not let the relationship between master and apprentice affect himself.

So after breakfast, he stopped his eyes and dodged his little disciple again, and handed him a copy of the lamp making notes he wrote in his spare time, and asked him to go to the lamp room to read. They are all men, and they should say it openly if they have any awkwardness. Why should they hide like some women, and they are so jammed that they are both in a panic?

Tang Huan took it and looked at Fu Ning, uneasy.

Fu Ning handed the junior brother a look of self-care and escaped. He didn't know what happened between his master and his junior brother, but when he went out yesterday, the two got along very well. When he came back, the junior brother smiled and seemed to be fine, and the master's face became increasingly ugly. Fu Ning liked to take care of his junior brother, but he would definitely not offend his master for his sake. Moreover, the master is so calm and steady, he will never get angry for no reason. It must be his junior brother who has offended him.

Fu Ning ran away in the blink of an eye. Tang Huan cursed in her heart and followed Song Mo to the light room.

Song Mo sat in front of the table where he made the lamp. Tang Huan did not sit opposite him like before, but chose the table farthest from him, sat sideways against the wall, and read books.

I wanted to stay in front of him two days ago, so I could hide as far as I could now.

Song Mo pretended not to notice the change in his disciple's attitude, lowered his head to origami, and worked hard for the new lamp. But he himself did not notice it. Every once in a while, he would look up at the boy over there.

Tang Huan leaned his head against the wall, closed his eyes, covered half of his face with a book, and raised the corners of his lips.

She suddenly became very curious about Song Mo's true temperament. Such high martial arts skills must be a well-known figure in the world. Logically speaking, it should not be that easy to deceive? But when I think back on the first three dreams, Song Mo easily fell in love with her. Is she too powerful or he too stupid?

Tang Huan knew that she was amazing, and she also believed that Song Mo was too simple in matters between men and women.

The master said that everything is familiar with each other. It is best to cheat men who have never been fooled and are most likely to be trapped. However, if you are cheated more often or have seen more examples with your own eyes, men will also practice to become a spirit and easily see through all kinds of tricks of women. The former is easy to put into condoms, while the latter is more difficult to eat, but it is very fragrant when you really eat it.

Song Mo must have never had a woman before. Although she had been deceived by her many times in her dream, because every dream happened from scratch, he didn't remember it, so he turned into a piece of white paper again and let her knead it.

Tang Huan wanted to eat something very delicious, but these nine dreams were related to life and death, and time was limited. She still hoped to deal with the simple Song Mo. This man was the best and would be delicious no matter how you eat it.

"I'm tired of watching it?"

A low and beautiful voice suddenly sounded above my head.

Tang Huan opened her eyes and saw that Song Mo had arrived opposite at some point. She quickly took the book away, shook her head, turned around and sat down, put the book on the table, and looked carefully.

Song Mo also took a book, sat down, looked at it for a while, and asked him, "Can you understand everything?"
To be continued...