Yu Jun

Wu Jin straightened up in a hurry, stepped into the door, lowered her head to look at Mo Lingfeng's chin, saw that her chin was red, and was about to ask her if she had bitten her tongue, when she suddenly saw a scar on her neck .

The scar has been there for a long time, and now there is only a lighter colored scar, which is hidden in the round neck shirt, if not for the collision just now and the gold collar pressing it, he would not be able to see it.

Here is a fatal wound, but she never mentioned it in the letter.

The battlefield is dangerous, and she has always risked her life.

The panic on his face sank, he took a step back, and looked at the circle of scars with his eyes: "Are you all right?"

Mo Lefeng saw what he was asking from his gaze, waved his hand and said, "It's okay."

She gathered up her skirt and fiddled with the gold collar, so that the scar could not see the light of day again.

Wu Jin smiled: "I'm fine."

She's fine, and he's fine.

Today, they are able to deal with pain with a calm face, and treat all kinds of pain imposed on their bodies as the trials they are looking for, without crying and full of resentment.

The originally hazy drizzle intensified, hitting the roof tiles, doors and windows, making a small sound, Cheng Ting walked into the house: "I'm going to be the door god here."

Yin Bei also walked in and placed the burden on the high table.

Wu Jin came back to her senses, and entered the room together with Mo Lingfeng, and the three of them sat by the window, watching the engulfing spring rain.

The old trees in Jiusixuan grow new branches, and the branches and leaves become more and more dense, forming a scene, covering the sky, and only the slanting wind and rain can float in.

Mo Lingfeng reached out to touch Xun.

Cheng Ting hurriedly leaned over to press her hand: "Don't brag, don't brag, they are all from us."

After finishing speaking, he seemed to think of something funny, and laughed out loud.

Sitting in this flower hall, with Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng sitting next to him, and even the familiar Qi Chang who changed his tea, he felt a kind of peace, as if Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng were still like two big Like a tree, it stands in this mansion, ready to protect their safety at any time.

Wu Jin and Mo Lefeng saw him laughing suddenly, they didn't understand why at first, but then they unconsciously raised the corners of their mouths, and couldn't help laughing.

They laughed at the rare reunion, laughed at each other's past, and after laughing, they all felt very good-the three of them, this is very good.

Qi Chang served tea, Cheng Ting said with a smile: "Why do you blow it back and forth, but you can't do it well? After studying for so many years, you still sound like a donkey."

Mo Lingfeng took the oiled paper bag that Wu Jin handed over: "When your father beats you, that's how you bray."

She untied the thin cotton rope, picked one and ate it: "Dried kumquats."

She turned her head and told Qi Chang: "Bring a stick of sore medicine and wipe it on for Mr. Cheng."

"No need," Cheng Tinghao said angrily, shaking his arms, "It's just a small injury, sir... ouch!"

He grinned in pain: "My father hit too hard, dear son, he just hit like this."

"You want to run." Mo Lingfeng took two sips from the teacup, turned his eyes to Wu Jin, and smiled showing a row of white teeth, feeling that Wu Jin is very good-looking.

Hers are so pretty.

Noticing her gaze, Wu Jin also smiled at her, a gentle and tolerant smile: "Don't eat too much."

Cheng Ting was planning to make a long speech about why he didn't run away, but when he saw the two of them smiling like flowers, and he seemed quite redundant, he took the sore medicine from Qi Chang and coughed: "Guess I'm going where?"

Mo Ling didn't raise his head: "Go to Huzhou."

Wu Jin said: "It's enough to run away from home, it doesn't need to be so far away, lest your parents worry, I'll take you back at night."

"I won't go back, this time I really want to go to Huzhou."

His words were decisive, and his expression was also determined, which surprised Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng.

After a while, Mo Lingfeng suddenly said: "What happened to Xu Huiran?"

Cheng Ting, who was still very proud just now, immediately became tired after hearing the words Xu Huiran, like a big bird with two big wings, drooping his head in despondency.

Chun Yu and Jiu Sixuan cooperated with his lethargy, and they were all gloomy and dull.

Xu Huiran's gentleness runs through his childhood and youth, and carries all his passion. It is a pot of crabapple in late spring, a fried cherry in midsummer, and a toy in Huqiu that Mo Lingfeng never gave.

This is a flower that blooms in his heart. If she lives well, she will bear fruit and fall to the ground after a long time. If she lives badly, she will always affect his heart. mind.

"The one surnamed Ding...the one surnamed Ding beat her."

He choked up a sob, tears flowed down his face, hot on his face, he stretched out his palm, and wiped it on his face a few times indiscriminately, as a result, more tears were wiped out, and the back of his hand, cheek, and chin were rubbed everywhere, So did the snot.

He had to take out his handkerchief and wiped his face vigorously. At the end of the wipe, he sobbed a bit as if shivering.

"That lake, Huzhou Douding." He looked at Mo Lingfeng through his tearful eyes, "It's too hateful, he is submissive outside, and when he gets angry, he will only go home and vent his anger on women."

He twitched again, and explained the reason to them in a low voice: "Sister Huiran vomited blood when he beat her, and the nurse next to sister Huiran sneaked out and sent a letter to Xu's family, wanting to reconcile, Xu Madame and my mother are crying, and I want my eldest sister to write a letter to sister Huiran, telling her to be patient."

For such a big man, he was crying hot and sweating all over his body. He was not only sad and angry, but he also wondered why Mrs. Xu didn't reach out to pull her out when she watched her daughter fall into a nightmare ?
He couldn't just watch Xu Huiran drown in the mud, he was going to Huzhou to rescue him, but his mother wouldn't allow him to go, and his father beat him, as if Xu Huiran was no longer alone.

She was abandoned.

Looking at his almost melting face from crying, Mo Lefeng thought: "Poor."

"Don't cry," she patted Cheng Ting's big head with her small hand, "Why doesn't Mrs. Xu agree?"

Cheng Ting replied with swollen eyes, "That's Mrs. Xu's family."

Mo Lefeng thinks this is not a big problem: "I will help you find a solution."

Cheng Ting looked at Mo Lefeng twitchingly, his eyes lit up: "What can you do?"

Wu Jin subconsciously wanted to cover Mo Lingfeng's mouth, but Mo Lingfeng had already said: "Let her be a widow."

Cheng Ting was stunned, and looked at Mo Lingfeng through tears. He was puzzled at first, because Huzhou Douding was in good health, and then understood the meaning of Mo Lingfeng's words, and opened his mouth, feeling that what she said was absurd and offended. law.

The last sentence rolled over in his mind, and he felt that what Mo Lefeng said was right and very good.

"But."

Mo Lingfeng said: "I will let Yin Bei."

Wu Jin coughed violently and interrupted her, just as Yin Nan walked in, it seemed that she wanted to talk to Mo Lingfeng about recruiting soldiers, so she asked Mo Lingfeng to follow Yin Nan to talk about recruiting soldiers.

Mo Lefeng stood up and said to Cheng Ting: "I'll tell you when I come back."