Yu Jun

Wu Jin knew that the internal organs were delicate, and even though Li Yitie hid it, he could actually feel the pain that was difficult to eliminate.

This pain was unusual. It was wrapped in skin, bones, and blood vessels. It could not be rubbed, touched, or dissipated. The internal organs were soaked in this pain, gradually turning black, smelly, and rotten.

Li Yitie said that it seemed like déjà vu, or that everything Mo Qianlan had suffered was happening again to him.

Maybe the Mo Qianlan of the past was not the Mo Qianlan of today. It was the pain in his body that destroyed him.

Wu Jin endured the pain, straightened her back, and took steps forward.

White frost has quietly condensed on the corners of the ground. Although it has never snowed, the coldness is in the corners where dead branches and leaves are piled up, in the gaps between the dilapidated bricks and tiles, and on the rusty bells.

Holding the hem of his clothes in one hand, he returned to the autumn of the 22nd year of Yuan Zhang in a trance. He was alone from Heshan County Guanyi to Jiaxian County to report the news. He was also shocked every step of the way. The silence between heaven and earth was terrifying. There was no singing of insects or birds. The sound of human voices and the movement of wind and shadows left him alone walking in the midst of conspiracy and conspiracy.

At that time, he was a crucial part of Mo Qianlan's massacre. Will he be the same this time?
There was a gust of wind.

The wind was cold, harsh, brutal and rude, blowing on him, trying to cut him completely.

He resisted stubbornly and refused to give in. He moved forward step by step. The cold wind refused to let him go and crushed him all over his body. When he struggled to walk back to the front hall, his hands and feet began to weaken.

He straightened his clothes so that no one could see his tiredness, and walked into the house.

Wu's mother heard the footsteps and came to the door: "The hot soup noodles are ready, come quickly -"

She took a quick look at Wu Jin and saw that the white shirt was hanging empty on him. She couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat and froze in place.

Why did you become so thin?
How did he survive those days after receiving the rod?
It would have been better if he had never forced him to go to Chunwei.

If he were allowed to fulfill his wish and wait a few years before going to Chunwei, and not encounter Mo Lingfeng being imprisoned in Kyoto, wouldn't he be willing to remonstrate?
Mother Wu felt that the lights in front of her eyes dimmed, and the mother's self-blame, sadness, and sadness were overwhelming to the top of her head, as if she could be pushed into the cold hell at any time.

"Eat noodles." She raised the corner of her mouth and smiled, "Come in and eat noodles, mother-in-law, and just be nice from now on."

She couldn't talk anymore. It was so warm in the room, but she still couldn't bear the cold. She was freezing from the inside out. When she reached out to help Wu Jin, Wu Jin crossed the threshold by herself and said with a smile: "Okay, grandma made the noodles." , I haven’t eaten in almost two years.”

When he smiled, his parents also laughed, and Wu's father said, "It'll be good when you come back. You can eat it often from now on."

The noodles were placed on the square table in the compartment. The soup in the bowl was fragrant and the mutton was soft and tender. It was simmered in running water on the stove for most of a day before putting the noodles in.

The charcoal fire was moved under the table. Wu's father was afraid that Wu Jin would sweat, so he piled most of it with ashes, so that it was just tepid.

Mother Wu was afraid that he would be bored, so she put a small plate of bream aside.

Wu Jin picked up the chopsticks, ate two chopsticks of mutton, took a sip of soup, picked up the noodles and took two bites. After eating here, he couldn't eat anymore.

He was obviously hungry and needed to eat, but his stomach began to churn, as if it was another torture left by the emperor.

But he didn't put down his chopsticks, and continued to eat meat and soup - he had to eat, he couldn't be the second Mo Qianlan!

He ate half of the noodles until he couldn't eat any more, then he put down his chopsticks.

Wu's mother didn't stop for a moment. When Wu Jin was eating noodles, she went to make rock sugar walnuts and came back. After clearing the noodle bowl, she put on the tea cup: "Drink slowly, drink as much as you can." She looked at Wu Jin and took a sip. After drinking rock candy walnuts, he was silent for a long time, and suddenly said: "Boss, don't do such things again in the future. Your father and I are old and we can't bear it."

Wu Jin put down the tea cup, considered it carefully and said: "My son's unfilial piety makes the two elders worried. But since I am a student, I have to serve the country, and since I am an official, I have to serve the people. No matter morning or evening, I have this advice, and I will do my best."

Having said this, he stood up solemnly, and when he was about to kneel down, Wu Mu had already stopped him.

Wu Jin cupped his hands and bowed deeply: "My son will have a difficult career in the future, with little stability and many ups and downs. In order to avoid hurting his family, he still will not change his relationship."

"Disbanded?" Wu's mother couldn't believe it. She didn't notice the last four words at all. She didn't know whether her expression was shock or panic. She stared at Wu Jin's face, her heart falling deeper and deeper into the ice cellar.

She shook her head vigorously, and her voice had never been so dark and dark. She grabbed Wu Jin's arm with both hands, as if to hold Wu Jin tightly by her side. Her face was dry and old, but her eyes were still bright: "No! What kind of breakup? , Your father and I don’t agree! We are not afraid of being implicated, we are one family, and we will not do things between two families!”

There were two bloody cuts on her lips, and there was a salty smell in her mouth. Almost instinctively, she thought of Mo Lingfeng from the word "waves".

Mo Lingfeng, who had been blurry and distant, became clear in her heart again.

That aggressive wealth, that aura of returning from a bloody battle, and that aloof look are all clear.

Her lips trembled, she held Wu Jin tightly, whimpering in succession, and shook her head desperately.

She recognized Mo Lingfeng.

She also accepted the subsequent waves.

But Wu Jin was her child, how could she bear to break off the relationship and let him die alone.

Wu's father was categorical: "If we keep kissing, we will get old and death will be around the corner. If you are afraid of implicating the family, let the second child cut off the relationship, which can be regarded as leaving a heir for the Wu family."

Wu Jin looked at Wu Yi trotting back from outside and understood that Wu's father and Wu's mother had no idea that there was a divorce document.

He watched Wu Yi jump across the threshold, watched the steam coming out of Wu Yi's head, watched Wu Yi hold his tea cup to quench his thirst, his expression remained unchanged, but his heart felt like coals were burning, causing his chest to ache.

He saw that Wu Yi was so greedy, so unfamiliar, and so unimproved - the scars healed and the pain was forgotten, and he would get carried away if he was just a little proud.

Along the way, he had already figured out how Mo Lingfeng made such a desperate effort to save himself, but what if there was no such best Mo Lingfeng in the world?

Then he is in a dead end, and so is the Wu family.

He still remembered his urgency when he sent the divorce papers. It was a way out for his family, but it was easily cut off by Wu Yi.

At this time, Wu Yi noticed something was wrong in the atmosphere in the room, and slowly put down the tea cup. Hearing Wu's mother mumble something about "never break off the relationship", her heart skipped a beat: "Brother"

"Shut up." Wu Jin interrupted him, held Wu's mother's hand with his backhand, sat down on the armrest of the chair, picked up the tea cup and wanted to drink, then raised his hand and threw the tea cup on the ground.

The milky white layer of walnut oil flowers in the tea cup scattered all over the floor, and the white porcelain cup shattered, showing his disgust.

He heard Wu Yi explaining, admitting his mistake, and promising not to do it again. He slowly suppressed the anxiety in his heart. After Wu Yi closed his mouth, he said: "Second brother, you write a divorce document." , separate from home.”