Yu Jun

Several people walked faster and faster, and the voices of their voices gradually moved away, and finally the street became quiet again.

The cold wind was blowing against Cheng Ting, his alcohol turned into cold sweat and dissipated, he bent over and hugged the big yellow dog, and said in a low voice: "Good dog, I will reward you with a big chicken drumstick tomorrow."

He straightened up, thinking that the way back must be blocked by people, and going now would be a trap for himself, and he could not go back.

If you don't go back, where are you going?
In less than a moment, he thought of where to go.

One person and one dog, slipped away against the wall, avoided several waves of people looking for him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they walked outside Shishi Street.

Let go of the big yellow dog, Cheng Ting let it go back to the state school, pinched his nose and drilled in, the inside was dark, only the place where the Wu family lived, still had a little fire.

He reached out to knock on the door, but the door opened as soon as he knocked. It was quiet in the courtyard, and there was no one. There was an oil lamp on the porch, and it seemed that someone hadn't returned.

Cheng Ting entered the courtyard lightly, and was about to call Wu Jin when he heard footsteps outside.

He was taken aback, thinking that the enemy had already chased him here, but then he thought, it was most likely Wu Jin.

Stretched out his head to have a look, it really was the brothers of the Wu family.

Wu Jin was dressed in short brown, carrying a cake basket on her shoulders, walking with no distractions, Wu Yi followed behind, carrying a cake basket clip, walking with her head buried.

Looking at the two brothers, Cheng Ting couldn't help but sigh with emotion. When Wu's mother was pregnant with Wu Jin, she might have taken a panacea. The son she gave birth was handsome and bright, and it was rare to see him in Tunan Academy. talent.

But when it came to Wu Yi, there was no panacea to eat, and the child was born back to its original shape, and it looked like a cake seller.

Wu Jin walked to the door, saw Cheng Ting, was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a smiling face: "Are you back today?"

Wu Yi raised his head from behind, and called out "Mr. Cheng" in a polite manner.

"I came back today," Cheng Ting backed away from the door, let the brothers of the Wu family come in, and lowered his voice so as not to wake up Wu's father and Wu's mother, "Aren't you working at Lingfeng's house? Why are you selling cakes again?"

Wu Jin put the steamer next to the water tank, took off the cloth of the steamer, and rinsed it again: "The second child is always not coming back, I'm going to find him."

Wu Yi took a handkerchief to wipe his face, drooping the corners of his mouth: "Cakes are not easy to sell, and we have locusts here again, and none of the ingredients are confiscated. Everyone eats chaff and swallowed vegetables. People who buy cakes are compared to those who just opened a bakery. Those two years were much less."

"It's okay, do less work tomorrow," Wu Jin patted him, "Go to sleep."

Wu Yi muttered, "I still have to pay off the debt."

Cheng Ting squatted beside the steamer: "Ah? What debt?"

Wu Yi glanced at his brother: "It's nothing."

He hastily rubbed his face: "Brother, I'm hungry."

Wu Jin let go of the water ladle: "Go and light the fire."

Cheng Ting sneezed, and went to find the toilet to urinate in a familiar way: "I'm freezing to death, I'll sleep with you tonight."

Wu Jin nodded: "Do your parents know?"

Cheng Ting shook his head: "Don't deliver the letter. Someone is looking for me outside now. When I came out, the sect knew."

Wu Jin frowned, walked outside the door, stood on the narrow street and looked left and right twice, but didn't see anyone, only a noisy sound was sent by the wind not far away, he listened for a while, but couldn't hear the shout Seeing what it was, he retreated home, closed the door, lowered the latch, and locked it.

He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen. Cheng Ting was one step ahead of him, like a huge bald eagle, with its wings curled up, squatting in front of the stove, passing firewood to Wu Yi.

The fire light made his face red, he looked up at Wu Jin, and gave him a big grin: "I'll eat some too."

He ate a full meal at home tonight, and ate half a meal in Gyeongbuk. He swallowed a lot of food and drink at the foot shop just now. pee, hungry again.

Wu Jin opened the low cabinet, took out two eggs, boiled a pot of boiling egg soup, and heated up a plate of mixed noodles and dried vegetable buns made by Wu's mother, then set up a table by the stove, and the three of them sat around the table Next, have a simple meal.

Cheng Ting bit off half of a steamed stuffed bun, the noodles were rough, but it was mixed with the aroma of meat oil and dried vegetables, and it was delicious once in a while.

Cheng Ting swallowed a steamed stuffed bun, drank a large bowl of boiling egg soup, and told Wu Jin about his feat tonight: "The old man is looking for me everywhere."

Wu Yi's eyes widened, and he turned his head to look at Wu Jin, seeing that Wu Jin was listening calmly, he swallowed back the words - he was afraid that Cheng Ting would bring trouble to their family.

"This bun is not bad," Cheng Ting reached out to take another one, "It's just a bit harsh."

Wu Jin got up and added a bowl of soup for him: "Zamian, rougher."

Cheng Ting leaned over the side of the bowl to sip the soup, ate half of the bun, and held the remaining half of the bun. His eyelids fell from eating, and he couldn't hold it open. His upper body began to fall down and kept lying down. to the table.

He struggled to open his eyelids, and there was a dim fire in front of his eyes. The kitchen was warm and clean. This bowl of egg soup was better than fine wine, and a steamed bun with dried vegetables was better than delicious food. There was a kind of incense on Wu Jin, like spring flowers , slowly blooming in front of his eyes.

He had smelled this fragrance before on both Mo Qianlan and Mo Lingfeng. It seemed to be a very precious steamed fragrance of hundreds of flowers, but on the brothers and sisters of the Mo family, the fragrance was gloomy and sharp, like a net, but on Wu Jin On the body, it is gentle and soft, and the breeze is refreshing.

Probably because Wu Jin was not immersed in it.

He fell asleep unknowingly, and after an unknown period of time, he woke up.

When he woke up, he opened his eyes and took a look. The light was dim and the sky was the color of jasper. After thinking for a while, he realized that he was sleeping at Wu Jin's house.

And fell asleep while eating steamed stuffed buns.

Sitting up hugging the quilt, he shivered, turned around and got out of bed, put on his shoes, he didn't see the screen, let alone where his clothes were hanging.

He opened the door and sneezed loudly against the cold morning wind, and saw Wu Jin sitting on the porch, sorting firewood, with his coat hanging on a bamboo pole and fluttering in the wind.

He walked over with his arms folded, took off his coat and put it on: "Where are uncle and aunt?"

"The bakery is gone."

"So early?"

"It's not early, the rooster has crowed, there is breakfast in the kitchen pot, you go and eat."

Cheng Ting rubbed his hands and went into the kitchen. The inside was clean without any clutter. He lifted the lid of the pot, and a steaming white mist rose from the pot. It was so hot that he shrank back, and the heat dissipated. Only then did I see a stack of egg pancakes inside, four or five of them, and a bowl of radish soup.

He shouted outside: "Have you eaten?"

"have eaten."

"Then I'm welcome."

He ate all the food in the steamer, touched his stomach and left the kitchen. Seeing that Wu Jin was tying together a bundle of thin firewood, he asked, "What is this for?"

"It's for your use," Wu Jin looked up at him, "Apologize."

"Oh——" Cheng Ting imagined Wang Zhizhou's reaction, "You are so bad——no, smart, too smart!"

Then he "tsk tsk" twice: "I also suffered a lot."