Yu Jun

The aunts and Yin Bei retreated quietly, and the room was quiet, leaving only the brothers and sisters of the Mo family.

Mo Lingfeng walked to the table, picked up a bowl of hot tea, raised his head and took three sips. He drank it so fast that the tea trickled down from the corner of his mouth and onto his clothes.

She stretched out her hand to wipe it, walked to the net stand, wiped her face and hands with a handkerchief, and said loudly: "Brother, I miss you very much, do you miss me?"

Throwing the handkerchief into the basin, she walked back to the bed, leaned over and gave Mo Qianlan a dusty hug, wrapped her arms tightly around Mo Qianlan's body, buried her head in his arms and rubbed hard. rub.

After hugging her, she bid farewell to her brother, left the second hall, and returned to Changsuiju. As soon as she called out "Grandma", the nurse said "Ouch": "My girl, this dress..."

She twisted the grease stains on her cuffs: "Yin Nan!"

Yin Nan stood at the door, expressionlessly said: "I've washed it."

The nurse glared at her, took off the soft armor on Mo Lingfeng's body, and asked the maid to bring a ruler, and quickly measured Mo Lingfeng's length: "It's high, I'll pick out the colors in a while, and I'll make a few more for you this time." If you don’t wear clothes, take some more out, and you can dress decently, how can you be a girl when you’re a girl?”

She wrote down the size: "The more men there are, the better the clothes should be, and the clothes should be expensive, so that they don't dare to think about it."

Before Mo Lingfeng could speak, the nanny, like Avalokitesvara, took off the gold collar for Mo Lingfeng, handed it to the maid to hold it, and took apart her two horn buns, combing her hair with a comb, Loudly ask people to pour hot water and put out bath beans.

After combing Mo Lingfeng's hair, the nanny pushed her to take a bath, stripped her naked with all her hands and feet, then stuffed her into the bathtub, and washed her hair first.

The grandma tidied her up cleanly, even the gold collar was much brighter. She felt completely new, sat in the cubicle and ate a full meal, and then slowly took the letter from Yin Bei from Wu Jin, and went to Two halls.

The smell of charcoal and medicine in the room became more and more intense. The two aunts had just changed Mo Qianlan's clothes together, and added spices to the smoker, which made the atmosphere in the room even more intense.

When the two aunts went out, Mo Lingfeng walked to the compartment, opened the window, and the cold wind came in, blowing away the long-suffering heavy smell in the room, and finally only the incense burner remained in the room Every corner, a little bit infiltrated into people.

Through this square window, one can see the white snow flying outside, like flowers flying through the garden, roof tiles, beasts, dead vines in the courtyard, and vermilion paint under the porch, all covered by the heavy snow, falling crystal clear, submerging the antiquity and loneliness of Mo Mansion.

Mo Lingfeng felt a fresh breath from the tip of his nose, so he closed the window, walked back to the bed, and sat on the small table.

The miscellaneous smells dissipate, and the agarwood becomes more and more quiet. It rises from the nose, smelling the sweetness and promoting body fluid, and the mind is peaceful.

Mo Lingfeng first pressed the letter on the small table, stretched out his hand to hold Mo Qianlan's sleeve, looked down at his white hair at the sideburns, and saw that there seemed to be wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, so he stretched out a finger, trying to stroke it flat.

But these gorgeous wrinkles are due to illness and weakness, and the passage of time, which cannot be restored by manpower, and how can she erase them with a single finger.

She withdrew her fingers and looked down at her hands—she was also changing, growing up, her fingers became slender, and her fingertips were pink, like blooming lotus petals.

She whispered: "Brother, this is very good, don't change any more."

Only the sound of snow falling on the window pane answered her, she picked up the letter and unfolded it: "Brother, Wu Jin has a letter, I'll read it to you. Lingfeng, today is the third day of the twelfth lunar month"

"Lingfeng, today is the third day of the twelfth lunar month."

Sitting at the table, Wu Jin wrote slowly: "I got up early and went to the city. I bought an ingot of pine smoke ink at a bookstore for a cheap price. The ink ingot could not be reconciled. It cracked from the bottom to the middle, so it was cheap, but the ink Bluish and purple, it is really a good ink.

When I bought the ink, I saw it was snowing, and the students all cheered in the street. They formed associations, drank wine, and recited poems. I listened to it outside, which was very good.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, but the city is extremely prosperous. The restaurants and shops are full of customers, young men and women are competing to lean on the railings to enjoy the snow scene, and the sound of laughter is never stopped.

I drove out of the city gate, but it was a different scene, the cold wind was blowing, snowflakes slapped my body, and the ground was covered with snow as thick as a palm in an instant, and there was only a daze in front of my eyes, the road was difficult to distinguish, so I rushed back Taoist, just breathed a sigh of relief.

Until this time, the heavy snow has not yet settled, the snow outside the house is like a mat, "rustling" sound, outside the open window, the wind blows the snowflakes, turns them into silver waves, and roars, making the world seem more and more silent and the world is small. "

As I wrote this, the oil lamps on the table were flying, and the flames dimmed. Wu Jin put down her pen, cut off the lights, and raised her eyes to look outside the house. Turned into dots of ink on paper.

He wrote again: "Today, I copied the Tao Te Ching for the Taoist temple. To Chapter 9, it is said that it is not as good as it is to keep it full. It is impossible to keep it sharp. It is impossible to keep it if it is full of gold and jade; it is impossible to keep it if it is rich and noble Arrogant, leave the blame on yourself. Retire after meritorious deeds, the way of heaven.'

It can be seen that in the way of heaven and human affairs, it is taboo to be full, and I feel something in my heart.

It's just that me and other mortals in the world can't fill my desires, and knowledge is useless.

In addition, in a Taoist temple, I saw a folk prescription for worm teeth, which can relieve toothache with cloves in the mouth.

I don't know how the price of carbon in Kuanzhou is?Hope to reply. "

He put down his pen and waited for the ink to dry. After the ink dried, he folded the letter, put it in a box of cloves, put the lid on the box, and sent it out when the snow was light tomorrow.

The lantern flower exploded again, he cut off the lantern flower, added a piece of charcoal, took out the Taixue topic bought in the bookstore, and started to solve the problem.

The two places are full of wind and snow. When the spring comes next year, it will still be cold and freezing, but it has never snowed.

Candidates can only wear thin clothes and single shoes when they enter the examination room, and the crane cloaks to keep out the cold cannot be lined. Students stretch their heads and feet in the dormitory, suffering unspeakably.

There were even candidates who were too old and froze to death in the examination room. After leaving the examination room, everyone was like a sick bird, but they still had to wait in the capital for the release of the results.

Only Wu Jin returned to the Taoist temple early to pack his bags and bid farewell to the three Taoist priests—he answered smoothly. At the end of the discussion, a candidate came back with a thawed inkstone, and passed out suddenly when passing by his dormitory. , all the ink was splashed on Wu Jin's house.

The test paper was tainted, and Chun Wei was naturally not on the list this time. He didn't need to spend time in the capital, so he returned home early.

When boarding the boat at the pier, Wu Jin glanced back at the capital.

He saw the light mist covering the palaces and pavilions, the apricot blossoms like rain, fluttering in the wind, this luxurious and dignified place, the bustling and grand city, in his mind, there was only one... Blurred shadows.

It seemed that he knew that he was just a passer-by, that he would not set foot in this palace, that he would not enjoy the apricot blossoms, so he covered his eyes to prevent himself from getting too deep.

Everything is unreal, only when entering the Tribute Academy and taking the exam, can there be a sense of reality.

The ink splashed on the paper turned into a thick fire, which ignited in his heart in an instant, causing him burning pain.

Other than that, what impressed him the most was the coolness and naturalness of the Taoist temple.