Yu Jun

On March 26th, Yuanzhang [-], the list of scholars selected by Chunwei was sent to Kuanzhou. On the list, everyone saw that two students in Kuanzhou were born with Jinshi. Wu Jin and others who were originally optimistic, But it is not on the list.

It was because the tabloids were well informed, and before Wu Jin returned to Kuanzhou, he had already inquired clearly.

It turned out that this spring, several students of Tunan Academy fell ill due to the too cold, Wang Jinghua even had a high fever, and he didn't even participate in the third round. Wu Jin, who was given high hopes, let people dirty the papers.

pity.

On March 23, Wu Jin returned to Kuanzhou first.

He carried a bamboo cage on his back, wore the same blue shirt he had when he left, and had a crane cloak in the crook of his arm, his shoes were covered with mud, the hem of his clothes was also dusty, and there were traces of sweat under his temples, and he walked back to Shishi Street.

The neighbors in the neighborhood were shocked when they saw him come back, and at the same time felt a sense of gloating—they didn't envy the Wu family's success, but they didn't want the Wu family to soar into the sky and become someone they couldn't see or touch. people.

Amidst all the greetings, Wu Jin returned the salutes one by one, and Wu's mother rushed back from the bakery, snatched Wu Jin from the crowd, and pushed him back home.

After closing the door, Wu's mother suppressed her sorrow and disappointment, and looked at her son happily: "Just come back! Just come back!"

"Mother," Wu Jin lowered her head, "my son is sorry for you and father."

"What is right and wrong? No one knows about this. The young master of Wang Zhizhou's family is still sick. It doesn't matter. We will take the exam next time. As long as we have real talents and learning, we will not be afraid of anything!"

Mother Wu deliberately didn't mention anything about Chun Wei, so as not to hurt Wu Jin, she took the crane cloak from him: "Go and change your clothes first, and I'll boil water and make you a bowl of hot noodle soup, and take a good bath at night."

Wu Jin unloaded the heavy cage on her shoulders, first wiped her head and face with a handkerchief, washed her hands, and walked back into the house, she saw Wu Yi's clothes were piled up on a chair, piled up in several pieces like a nest, and her two shoes didn't know There was some disagreement and the family was separated.

He packed up his clothes and shoes, changed into a clean short brown suit, and started to pack his luggage.

He took out the books and other things from the bamboo box and put them on the table, and took out four candied fruit - one for Mo Lingfeng, one for Cheng Ting, one for Wu Yi, and one for his parents.

He took out two packs, went to the kitchen, and put the candied fruit in the low cabinet: "Mother, don't give it to the second child, it's a popular fruit in Kyoto, you and dad should try it too."

Mother Wu picked the noodles into the soup bowl and said with a smile, "Okay, I'll eat with your father tonight."

She turned around to get the chopsticks, put the noodle bowl on the table, and was about to let Wu Jin eat it quickly, when Wu Jin took out a neat stack of silver bills and a bunch of copper coins: "Mother, give me 200 taels , I spent 50 taels, and you keep the rest."

"Why are there so many left?" Wu's mother wiped her hands and took the bank notes, "You keep the copper coins for yourself, doesn't it mean that living in Kyoto is especially expensive, and that Taoist temple...why...why didn't you spend it? How many?"

"Hi Taoist priest, my silver is confiscated."

"Then eat...you have to eat, everything is expensive in Kyoto..."

She looked at Wu Jin, her eyes were red: "You child, look at how thin you are."

She was afraid that Wu Jin would see the tears, so she quickly rolled her eyeballs up, then turned her back and wiped her eyes: "It's smoky."

Wu Jin pretended not to notice, sat down and said with a smile, "When you're away from home, there's no one who isn't thin."

Wu's mother collected her tears, held back her heartache, went back to put the banknotes, and walked back: "During the Chinese New Year, the Mo family sent a new year's gift, and there were too many, I don't know what to do, I put them all away , you can figure it out later, whether you still go to Mo Mansion as an errand or not, we have to prepare gifts for others and return them."

Wu Jin nodded.

Wu's mother took a rag and wiped it around her son. Seeing that her son had finished eating, she hurried to clean up the dishes.

Wu Jin got up to help: "What did Mr. Cheng send?"

"I forgot if you didn't tell me, what he sent was a basket of fireworks, the one that the second child let go, gopher."

Speaking of Cheng Ting, she sighed and laughed: "I heard that Mr. Cheng put a hundred field mice together in a basket, and as a result burned the house and scared his father."

"I'll go see him tomorrow." Wu Jin never expected Cheng Ting to be so capable of causing trouble, and this time he might be beaten severely.

"How is everything at home?"

"It's all good," Wu's mother refused to let him help, "Sit down and have a good rest. It's the first time you're not at home for the New Year, and the house is much deserted."

While tidying up, she said: "The second child is quite sensible and not mischievous. Last year, there was a plague of locusts, and everything was not peaceful. Our house was full of thieves."

Wu Jin quickly asked, "Did you hurt anyone?"

Mother Wu shook her head: "No."

Wu Jin breathed a sigh of relief: "It doesn't matter if the money is lost, you can report it to the government and let the government investigate it, as long as you are fine."

"Thanks to the fact that I hid the silver well, the thief didn't find it, so he ran into your house and rummaged the contents of the box everywhere."

Wu Jin's hands paused, and the firewood in his hand fell to the ground. He hurriedly bent down to pick it up.

Wu's mother never saw his gaffe, and continued: "The thief is illiterate. When I saw the diary you wrote, I thought it was a valuable thing. I even hugged and hugged him. It happened that the second child woke up. I grabbed it and went back. Rob, and shouted at us again, scaring the thief away, but the diary you wrote made him tear up many sheets."

"Diary."

"It's still in the box, but it's all messed up, and the second child hasn't been cleaned up. He said he will fix it when you come back."

Wu Jin's heart skipped a beat, and her temples on both sides followed suit. She hurriedly put down the firewood, walked into the house with her hands and feet, opened the box, and looked down at the diary inside.

The diary was written in the 18th year of Yuanzhang, and it has been eight years now. Except for a few burned, the others are stored in this box, and most of the boxes have been stored.

Wu Jin took one at random, and by looking at the handwriting, she knew it was written by Yuan Zhang 20 years ago. She put it aside, reached out to take another, and slowly put it away.

Year after year, he released them quickly and urgently, one by one, but there were too many and piled up like a mountain. If he wanted to find out which one was missing, it would probably take several days of work.

He simply put the complete diary aside and went to piece together the torn ones.

There were many pieces, and he put them together one by one, and one of them had only one day left—the first day of May in the 22nd year of Yuanzhang.

He sat on the ground with the fragments in his hands, and his heart was overwhelmed, trying to find out what happened that day.

Today, it has been nearly four years, he thought carefully, and remembered that this day was approaching the Dragon Boat Festival, it was he, Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting, who met Sheng Qiang at the racecourse, and then inscribed sunflower and durian painting fans in the Mo Mansion. one day.

It was only because Wang Yunsheng mentioned the sentence "Like a fire pomegranate mountain collapsing into blue clouds" that day. After the Jeju Guanyi tragedy, he had dug out this diary and read it, so he remembered it.

In the diary, there should be no confidential and important matters.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and decided to reorganize these diaries, and burn everything related to the Mo family, no matter what was written.