Yu Jun

"Brother! You are back!"

Wu Yi's cry sounded outside, Wu Jin rubbed her numb legs and feet, opened the door: "I'm back."

While taking off his clothes, Wu Yi drilled into the room: "Brother, it doesn't matter if you didn't pass the exam this time. Mr. Mengxue said that there are fifty young scholars, just take the exam again."

"Yes."

"Brother, the sugar in Kyoto is so delicious, do you still buy it?"

"I bought it, in the kitchen, eat less at a time."

"I know," Wu Yi sat on the edge of the bed, bent one leg and kicked off his socks by the edge of the bed: "Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"

Wu Jin wiped her wet hair: "Okay, go wash up."

"Let's go." Wu Yizhen pulled on the shoes, picked up the socks and went out.

Wu Jin put the booklet on the table, and flattened a reply letter written by Mo Lingfeng to him, and read it carefully.

Between the lines of Mo Lingfeng, there is always gunpowder smoke, and the more you look at it, the more shockingly indifferent, she is in it, but like a bystander, aloof, bending over to watch this seemingly endless scene war.

When Wu Jin reads the letter, the scene when the Mo brothers and sisters walk hand in hand through the muddy path outside the Xiongshan Temple always comes to mind.

Mo Qianlan was subtle, and Mo Lingfeng was fascinated by it. She was showing his kind of ruthlessness and boredom for the world - under the self, everyone was an ant.

He collected the letter, wrote the diary, sorted out a small part of the scattered diary, burned a few sheets, and put them in the box.

Wu Yi didn't know when she came back, she lay in a mess, with her mouth slightly open, and fell asleep in the dark, Wu Jin took off her clothes and put them away, stretched out her hands, pushed her younger brother into the bed, and then went to sleep.

The next morning, Wu Jin woke up before dawn.

He combed his hair and dressed, Wu Yi rubbed his eyes and sat up, looked at his brother blankly, then fell down again.

Wu Jin tidied herself up, got up and went to wash up, only to find that it was raining outside.

The spring rain is silent, the roof tiles are black, the ground is wet, and a cluster of brocade seedlings has grown in the cracks in the corners. The rain-soaked leaves are shiny, and the flowers on the branches have never bloomed.

The clouds were over the top, the morning wind was blowing, and it was still chilly. He opened the stove, lit the fire, made tea, and just lit the stove, and read an article written by a doctor of Taixue.

Wu's mother got up and walked to the door. Seeing her son concentrating on reading, she didn't bother her. She lightly went to wake Wu Yi up, cleaned up Wu's father, and then went into the kitchen.

The whole family had breakfast together, and Wu Yi held a steamed bread: "Brother, this exam."

Wu's mother stepped on him under the table, he immediately cut off the conversation, and Wu's father changed his mind: "This pickle is good."

"Yes, Boss, I entrusted the marriage officer Zou from the Housekeeping Shop to show us the house. It is almost ready. I will wait for you to come back and make a decision. I will go to him today."

"Mom, don't worry."

"You are not in a hurry, we are in a hurry, who would delay getting married because of studying!"

Wu's father and mother were afraid that Wu Jin would feel uncomfortable, so they never mentioned the matter of Chun Wei, for fear of hurting him, the more so, the more heavy Wu Jin's heart was, and the guilt was unbearable. He looked pale, as if he didn't take this matter seriously.

After breakfast, Wu's father and mother took Wu Yi and went to the bakery to open a shop. Wu Jin took two packs of candied fruit and went to Cheng's mansion first, intending to send a pack to Cheng Ting before going to Mo's mansion.

As soon as he arrived outside the corner gate of Chengfu, he heard the door slammed open, and someone kicked it open. The door leaf hit the stone wall and bounced back, knocking the person who kicked the door down to the ground.

"You dare to bully me even with a broken door!" Cheng Ting scrambled to his feet, his clothes were crumpled, dust was everywhere, and his back was broken, he was extremely embarrassed.

Carrying a huge burden in his hand, he hammered the door twice, "Sooner or later, I will change you!"

Lifting his foot, he kicked the dog's butt again, and kicked the dog out: "You useless thing, what is there to miss in this house, and you are still stubbornly refusing to leave, go with the young master!"

The big yellow dog came out lazily with an old face drooping, looked up to see Wu Jin, and sat down at Wu Jin's feet again.

Only then did Cheng Ting see Wu Jin: "You're back!"

He walked up to Wu Jin, raised his hand and punched Wu Jin on the shoulder: "It's useless, you can't even protect a paper! You didn't do as well as my master! What do you need?"

Wu Jin relieved him from scolding, and said with a smile: "There are unpredictable things in the sky."

"Fart!" Cheng Ting dragged him with one hand and the bag with the other, and walked out angrily, "I thought you were going to take the No. [-] Scholar exam, and I would have more backing, but you came back naked, and I didn't even talk. Not tough."

He turned his head to see the big yellow dog eagerly trying to walk home, and immediately shouted: "Cheng Taishan! Come here!"

Before the big yellow dog could respond, Cheng Taishan's lion's roar came from the door: "Nizi! If you don't spank your ass today, you don't know what your father used to do!"

Before Cheng Ting could start running, Cheng Taishan had already charged out aggressively, holding a big whip in his hand, he was eager to whip this evil creature to death.

Cheng Ting secretly thought it was not good, he jumped behind Wu Jin, stretched out his head, and pointed a finger on his head: "Hit here, please do it! Just kill me!"

The magistrate Cheng made his son so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He wanted to hang his son up and beat him from head to toe, but Mrs. Cheng was not a fuel-efficient lamp, and she almost vomited blood after holding her breath.

Wu Jin was sandwiched between two tall and burly Cheng family members, in a dilemma, and bowed her hands: "Uncle."

Cheng Zhifu put away his whip, and decided to let his son go temporarily for Wu Jin's sake: "Good boy, thank you for your hard work, the third child will follow you, I don't worry."

He waved his hand: "Go, if he sticks here again, I'm afraid I won't be able to help but kill my relatives righteously."

Wu Jin quickly said goodbye, picked up the huge bag on the ground, hung it on her shoulders, and dragged Cheng Ting away.

Cheng Zhifu walked back, and when he reached the door, he looked back and saw that Wu Jin's steps were calm and steady, no matter how crooked Cheng Ting was, he did not change his shape.

His family background and the people around him tried to push him into the mud, but he resisted all kinds of temptations with his tenacious will, tempered his soul, and forged real gold and jasper, which no one can destroy.

Cheng Zhifu nodded in satisfaction, completely threw the third son to Wu Jin, and turned back to deal with Mrs. Cheng.

Wu Jin dragged Cheng Ting, and when he heard Cheng Ting's stomach growling, he transported him and his bundle to a foot shop first, and let him eat something.

Cheng Ting sat down on the stool: "If you don't eat, you'll be full."

Wu Jin summoned the waiter: "Do you want two bowls of mutton noodles, donkey intestines, and fried tofu?"

Cheng Ting nodded dejectedly: "Yes."

He breathed a sigh of relief, and glanced at Wu Jin: "How old are you five feet?"

"Five feet six."

"That's enough. No matter how tall you are, it will be too much. It will make us look short." He fiddled with the teacup on the table, "What did you bring back for me?"

Wu Jin took out the oiled paper bag and gave him one: "Fashionable fruit."

Cheng Ting opened it, took a look, picked one up and ate it, and put it away: "This is not bad, leopard slaves love it."