Yu Jun

Wu Jin left the kitchen and walked back to her room.

He sat in the chair, his upper body leaned back, his shoulders slumped, his hands rested weakly on the armrests of the chair, and his legs stretched forward. Like his hands, they were in a tired and weak shape, only his waist was still straight.

The wind howled outside, the snow was like a mat, and the wind and snow hit the small house together. It was heartbreaking to hear.

He looked at the old grid above his head, thinking about what Li Yitie called "heart disease".

Wu's mother has a cold on the outside and a heart disease on the inside. If she gets the heart medicine, she will suddenly be relieved, and her serious illness will be cured immediately.

He naturally knew where this heart disease came from.

The scorching pain was flowing through his body, and Wu Mu's illness was turning into magma, blocking the fork in his life, destroying his choice, and crushing him to powder.

And Mother Wu kept asking about the day, as if she wanted to make it through this year.

He got up and poured himself a cup of tea. The tea seemed to be from this morning, or it might have been from yesterday. He didn't remember it at all. He only knew that the taste of the tea was very bitter and it was cold in the mouth. He took a sip, held the teacup without moving for a while, then suddenly raised his hand and threw the outdated cup of tea on the ground.

The ground was rammed loess, the teacup rolled down on the ground, turned around a few times, and it was safe and sound, while the tea dripped all over the ground, quickly spreading to his feet, soaking the soles of his shoes.

This is his only outlet for this trapped beast.

He squatted down slowly, picked up the teacup, and the residual tea pooled together on the ground suddenly started to ripple in circles. He looked up, thinking it was a leak from the roof——when he looked up, he realized that it was his own tears that dripped just now.

Picking up the teacup and putting it back on the table, squatting down with a handkerchief to wipe off the residual tea on the ground, he was thinking while wiping, trying to find a possibility out of the impossible, get the best of both worlds, and untie Wu's mother's knots.

After half an hour, he had no clue, so he could only drag his heavy body to the table, open a copy of the residence newspaper, and search for the Salesian Bureau that he had seen.

While watching, Wu Yi suddenly came to the door, and shouted "Brother" through the door. After Wu Jin answered, he rushed into the room, lowered his voice, and said excitedly, "Brother, Miss Mo is here."

Wu Jin was stunned for a moment, put down the mansion paper and went out, just turned back when she got to the door, took the umbrella, and hurried out: "Second brother, I'll come whenever I go, pay more attention to Ma'am."

Wu Yi nodded again and again: "I know."

Wu Jin strode into the wind, and the wind and snow engulfed him, swirling around him, just like his fate, heavy, oppressive, cold, occasionally happy, like a little fire that sneaked in, and was quickly submerged again.

He walked out the door and saw Mo Lingfeng without an umbrella, wearing a soft armor and a fiery red cloak, his hair hanging on the sides, combed into a ring bun, easy to wear a pocket, with one hand flicking the longevity lock on the gold collar on his chest, standing under the eaves, looking up at the door plaque.

Yin Nan stood five steps away, looking around vigilantly.

Wu Jin took a deep breath to dispel the fatigue, moved the umbrella to the top of Mo Lingfeng's head, lifted it up with one breath, and said in a low voice, "Go back to the castle today?"

Mo Lingfeng nodded, took out a piece of hard yellow paper that was palm-length and four-finger-width from his bosom, handed it to Wu Jin, and said with a smile, "I don't want to wait too long."

Wu Jin looked down, and saw "Kuanzhou Examination Ticket" at the beginning, with "营晋" written in big characters at the bottom, with tall stature and no beard on the left, and fair complexion on the right.

It is stamped with the seal of Zhizhou and the seal of the prefect, and on the back is the surname and official position of the guarantor.

Mo Lingfeng said seriously: "The court is turbulent and the situation is ever-changing. Just relying on a few old people may miss my big event. I will feel at ease when you enter the court. When the time comes, my Mo family will reorganize the banner and enter and exit the court. It will all depend on you."

Wu Jin looked at this test ticket, and then looked at Mo Lingfeng, feeling a knife rolling in his stomach, stirring his internal organs to pieces, dripping with blood—she knew everything, so she sent this test ticket.

He put away the test ticket, a tear flowed down, and soon disappeared.

Mo Lingfeng looked up at him: "Now that Wang Yunsheng has fallen, the Mo family has gathered, my elder brother is guarded by Yin Bei, and the new official's eyes are all in the fortress. It's time for you to enter the capital."

Wu Jin took a step forward, holding the umbrella with one hand, and hugged Mo Lingfeng with the other hand vigorously and desperately.

Mo Lingfeng knew that it was imperative for Wu Jin to enter the court, sooner or later, so there were no tears. However, her head was damp and her eyes were wet. Wu Jin wanted to let go after a brief hug, but she stretched out her hands, grabbed Wu Jin's clothes, and pushed her head into Wu Jin's arms.

Wu Jin was about to back up, but she didn't expect Mo Lingfeng's arch. She swayed back and quickly stabilized her figure. She used one hand to support the umbrella and put it on Mo Lingfeng's back, protecting her from the wind and snow, and supported the wall with one hand.

Mo Lingfeng's tide comes from parting and loneliness. The people she likes and her partners in Kuanzhou City will all leave, leaving her alone here.

She slammed into Wu Jin's arms with force, the breastplate on the soft armor hit the end of Wu Jin's sternum, and the animal head on the big arm scraped the inside of Wu Jin's arm. He let out a muffled grunt, leaning his back against the wall and stroking Mo Lingfeng's back with one hand.

Years have passed, when will we see you again?
She buried her head in front of Wu Jin's chest and took a deep breath, then raised her head, took a step back, then stepped back, and stepped back from under Wu Jin's umbrella, looking up and smiling at Wu Jin.

She could see Wu Jin's face. In the night, he had picturesque sword eyebrows and starry eyes. His expression carried the most sincere guilt and affection in the world. The wind and rain could not break him. He was tall and tall, even though he was so tired, he still maintained an upright demeanor, upright and calm, with a silent promise.

She thought, to control a gentleman, the only way is to treat each other sincerely.

"I'm leaving." She turned around and walked into the snow, heading to join her women's army outside the Baishi Bridge.

Wu Jin put away her umbrella and watched her leave, the little smile that arose because of her arrival dissipated little by little, the sound of Mo Lingfeng blowing the xun came from the wind, high and low, whimpering, singing with the wind, neither sad nor happy, just a flat tone.

But after a while, she was about to get on the horse, and the sound of the xun stopped and disappeared.

Wu Jin looked down at her chest and abdomen, stretched out her fingers to touch it, and felt the illusion of cold and moistness on her fingertips.

He pushed open the door and walked back home. Wu Yi came out of the kitchen and wanted to give Wu's mother a piece of candy to taste. Seeing Wu Jin coming back, he turned around and ran to Wu Jin's side: "Brother, what is Miss Mo doing here?"

"Come to deliver the exam ticket."

"Ticket test?" Wu Yi subconsciously stuffed the piece of candy into his mouth, chewed it twice, and suddenly looked at Wu Jin with wide eyes, "Brother, you want to go to Beijing for the test?"

Wu Jin nodded.

Wu Yi's exclamation alarmed Father Wu, who came out of the kitchen with his hands on his hands, and looked at Wu Jin in surprise: "Boss, are you going to take the exam? Is there still time?"

"In time," Wu Jin replied, "The exam starts on the ninth day of February, so I'll leave tonight, take the official road along the way, try not to stop, and arrive before the 25th of the first lunar month."