Yu Jun

Chapter 20 Nightmare
Wu Jin wants Wu Yi to go to school and study - books are like medicine, good reading can cure stupidity.

He has three taels of silver a month, and if he is frugal, he can chew it for a family of four for a month, but he is poor. In the afternoon, Auntie makes cakes at home, and after class, he and Wu Yi go to sell cakes together, and the money he gets can be used. Come to pay the house rent money, pen and ink fee.

Wu's father and mother thought for a long time, and they also thought that it was urgent to study.

Wu Jin ate a whole grain bun, changed into a short brown suit, squatted down to get a shoulder pancake, the thin clothes wrapped around his back, his spine seemed to be beaded, and he was thin without touching it, a pan full of pancakes, his shoulders were used to it Yes, but the veins on his forehead also popped up.

Wu Yi knelt on the ground, her heart ached, and two lines of tears fell down: "Brother, I was wrong, I will go to sell cakes with you."

Without saying a word, Wu Jin took a deep look at him, picked up the cake basket and left.

There were so many cakes on this trip that they couldn’t be sold at Yuhua Street alone. He walked around the streets and went to the night market to sell them. His mouth was dry and his throat was smoky, but he just leaned against the elm tree for a rest. He took another sip of water in the fire shelter and continued to sell.

After the cakes were sold, he hurried home, Shishi Street was also silent, and there were no lights, he pushed open the wooden door of his house, and saw Wu Yi was still kneeling at the original place, and Wu's mother was sitting on the stone steps, borrowing the moonlight to give People wash clothes.

"Aniang, go and rest, it hurts your eyes."

Mother Wu looked at Wu Yi, not knowing what to do with her youngest son.

Wu Jin put down the cake basket: "Aniang, Mu Ye is not responsible, go to sleep."

"Are you hungry? Let me fry an egg for you?" Mother Wu stood up and wiped her hands.

"Not hungry, go to sleep, I have to sleep too, I have to go to Mo Mansion tomorrow."

Mother Wu just remembered that she had never asked how Wu Jin was doing in Mo Mansion, but when she was about to speak, Wu Jin had already said: "Mr. Mo Manor is the best, and the food is also good."

He pushed Wu's mother back to rest, then turned to look at Wu Yi: "Second, get up and wash up."

Wu Yi tremblingly got up from the ground, her legs were as numb as needles, walked up to Wu Jin, and timidly called out: "Brother..."

Wu Jin didn't answer, just put a basin of water in front of him, and soaked the towel.

Wu Yi quickly squatted down, twisted the handkerchief, washed her face and hands, then took off her shoes and socks, and washed her feet.

The two thin soles of the feet stepped on the ground, they were red from the cold, and the whole body swayed, and sat down on the stone steps, hurriedly wiped the feet dry, pulled the shoes and stood up, waiting for Wu Jin.

"Go into the room and go to sleep." Wu Jin didn't look at him.

He hurried into the house.

Wu Jin changed the water, squatted down, and washed herself clean. When she stood up, her eyes suddenly turned black, her figure swayed, and she almost fell to the ground.

He gritted his teeth and stood still, placed the washbasin towel, went to the kitchen, took the fire from the stove and lit the lamp, returned to the house, set out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and wrote today's diary.

"Yuanzhang March 20, 25..."

Wu Yi poked her head out to look at Wu Jin. Under the dim light, Wu Jin would sometimes scribble and sometimes think hard, even though she was extremely tired, her figure was always upright.

He lay back again, closed his eyes and tried to sleep, but couldn't fall asleep, and listened with his ears up.

The room was very quiet, and he could hear the "rustling" sound of the pen falling on the paper. This sound resounded every night, but tonight it made his heart tremble especially - he knew that Wu Jin was writing a diary, so would it also make him feel ashamed? Write the matter of his stealing money in the diary?
Eight-year-old Wu Yi was lying on the bed, her mind was boiling, and she was afraid that this diary would be seen by others.

He was ashamed and uneasy, suddenly his face was burning hot, and he tossed and turned, not daring to sleep, feeling that he would never be able to go out to meet people again, stealing money, being arrested, and punished to kneel, all the scenes passed in his mind, so that he didn't know How to face the ridicule of tomorrow's partners.

In a daze, he fell asleep somehow, until dawn, when he woke up, Wu Jin was no longer at home.

He remembered what happened yesterday, his face was burning again, he got up quickly, pulled on his shoes, ran to Wu Jin's cage, opened it to look.

Inside were Wu Jin's clothes, and the diary was on the top. He picked up one and looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't understand it - he didn't know a single word.

The more he couldn't understand, the more flustered he became, and he didn't dare to touch Wu Jin's things. He closed the box in a daze, and he became curious—what was written on those piles of paper?
Wu Jin didn't know what Wu Yi was thinking. After rushing to Mo's mansion, she ate a heavy bowl of noodles. Seeing that her husband hadn't arrived, she lay down on the table and fell asleep, but fell asleep unknowingly—when the cock crowed, Father Wu suddenly became obsessed with phlegm, and he helped to pat the phlegm, changed Father Wu's clothes and urinated, and only slept for two hours a night.

In his sleep, he was suddenly in the examination room of the Fajie Examination.

In the autumn exam last year, he was only admitted to the state school in the spring, and he did not take the exam. He only went outside the exam room, and he had never seen the situation in the exam hall. However, in his dream, he was alone, holding a pen and ink and other things. , standing outside Guanxiqiao Tribute Courtyard, anxious.

He is late.

He was too tired, but no matter how tired he was, he shouldn't have gone to bed late at this critical moment. Now that it was past the time to enter the test, what should he do.

The expectant gazes of his family flooded into his swollen head in an instant, making him feel at a loss as he entered the unmanned gate.

After the gate, the offices on the left and right were very quiet, and there were many shadows in the sealing office and the transcription office. No one saw him. He dared not let others see him, and he hoped that someone would forgive him.

Three years, once you miss it, you have to wait for another three years, the sky turns gray, he is anxious, regretful and painful - how can he fall asleep, he should be awake, always awake, always awake, tireless, diligent Diligent!
Quietly entered the middle door, unexpectedly no examiner found him, he looked like a thief, looked at the topic "Listen to the Pine Wind Chill" hanging in the field, and then looked at the exam rooms on the east and west corridors, and found an empty compartment at the end take a seat.

There was already Fuchun bamboo paper for the exam on the table, he quickly prepared his pen and ink, held his chicken feather pen, and thought hard.

After a long while, the paper was empty and he hadn't written any pen yet. He was extremely anxious, thinking that he must be bad at trying to paste poems, otherwise he couldn't write a single word. .

It just so happened that at this time, there was thunder on the ground, and the curtains and rolls of paper hanging in the venue suddenly rose up, blowing loudly, and a drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose, making him suddenly chill.

Then the rain intensified, and the field was filled with water vapor. He thought for a moment, and when he was about to lower his head and write the second sentence, he suddenly saw that the paper was wet, and all the ink on it was scattered and blurred.

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone else was answering quietly, only he was panicked, restless, his clothes also felt damp, sticking wet to his body, very uncomfortable, everything in front of him was in a trance, only ten eyes remained. There were countless pairs of eyes in Shijie, densely packed in the examination room, all spying on him.

Suddenly, there was another thunder. He opened his eyes and looked at the long table in front of him, unable to recover for a while.

Suddenly it rained heavily outside, the thunder was rolling, and the sky was dim.

It turned out to be just a dream.

Well it was just a dream.

(End of this chapter)