Yu Jun

As soon as he entered the Chuihua Gate, Mo Lingfeng heard Cheng Ting's loud voice, mixed with roaring laughter: "Look at my son's little single eyelids! This arm! This hand strength! He will be a great general in the future!"

The eldest brother of the Cheng family laughed: "The weasel is so sweet."

Several female relatives immediately fell down laughing, and the second brother of the Cheng family answered: "The hedgehog praises his son."

Cheng Ting was speechless, angry and annoyed. He opened his mouth and shouted: "Mom! Look at the eldest brother and the second brother!"

Mrs. Cheng slapped the eldest brother of the Cheng family on the head: "You little bastard! Is my grandson's becoming a general bothering you?"

The eldest brother said "Ouch", covered his head and stood up: "Mom, don't do anything, your son depends on this head for food, if it's broken -"

Mrs. Cheng turned her wrist: "I broke my mother's support for your family."

Seeing that he was about to be beaten again, the eldest brother begged for mercy and ran out: "I'm going to see if dad is back!"

He stepped out of the threshold and was about to run away when he saw Cheng Taishan and Mo Lingfeng already climbing up the steps. They hurriedly stopped, straightened their clothes, stood up straight, and said, "Dad, General Mo."

The laughter and laughter in the room suddenly stopped.

Everyone stood up quickly, straightened their hair, straightened their hair, and dusted off their clothes.

The eldest brother stepped aside to the door and extended his hand to invite Cheng Taishan and Mo Lingfeng to come in. There was another series of greetings in the room.

Cheng Ting was half lying and half sitting, his hands and feet motionless, and his eyes were focused on Mo Lingfeng: "Lingfeng! Come on!"

Cheng Taishan raised his eyebrows and raised his eyebrows: "You also called the wind?"

"Ah?" Cheng Tingwei flinched, "I can't be called Aji, so what about my name, Ergou?"

He lowered his head and glanced at the old yellow dog lying beside the brazier: "That's okay -"

He looked at Cheng Taishan's clenched fists again and hurriedly swallowed back the rest of his words: "Yes, my son will not dare to be disrespectful to General Mo again in the future."

Cheng Taishan looked at him like a piece of rotten wood and said, "Call me aunt."

"What?" Cheng Ting blinked hard and couldn't open his mouth. He turned to look at Mrs. Cheng and said vaguely: "Mom, she's still standing."

"What are you standing for? Sit down," Mrs. Cheng stood up with a smile, walked to Mo Lingfeng, pulled her to sit next to her, picked up the teacup and handed it to her, "Try the fresh osmanthus wine this year. , I’ll send you two altars later.”

She glared at Cheng Taishan: "You won't hear any laughter when you come here. Go to the front!"

It was inconvenient for Cheng Taishan to stage a full-scale martial arts show with his wife on New Year's Eve, so he could only snort a few rough breaths from his nostrils, turn a blind eye to the smoky atmosphere in front of him, and go to the study to hide in peace.

Not wanting to be left alone, he swept his eyes across the room and took away the eldest brother of the Cheng family.

As soon as Cheng Taishan left, even the master and the others in the room quietly breathed a sigh of relief and smiled. However, with Mo Lingfeng around, they did not dare to be too presumptuous and sat down in a polite manner.

After Mo Lingfeng finished drinking the osmanthus wine, he noticed that the room was strangely quiet. Only Cheng Ting's loud voice was making the usual noise. He broke the silence, pointed at the table and asked, "Are you in Guanpu?"

The main room was small and crowded. Xu Huiran and her two sisters-in-law were sitting in front of a square table, plus the second brother of the Cheng family, playing Guan Pu around the table. There are jujubes, pine nuts, peaches, Miyun persimmons, tangerine peel plums, and tangerines.

The nanny held Ah She and sat behind Xu Huiran to cheer her up.

Xu Huiran smiled and replied: "Yes, I lost all the money I brought to my second brother."

She turned back and touched her son's little hand, took off the golden hairpin from her head and put it on the table: "I will fight again, and I will fight for three pure words, three words."

Seeing this, the eldest sister-in-law and the second sister-in-law took the money one after another, each with their own tricks. The maids and mothers on the side also followed the master and made some small bets. The second brother of the Cheng family turned around and pinched his two-year-old daughter's face, rolled up his sleeves, grabbed six copper coins, put his palms together, shook them a few times, and placed them on the table.

The bettor's eyes almost burned through the table - the second brother won again!

The second brother swept the lottery prizes on the table in front of him: "Girls are better than pig boys. Some people don't even have girls. What's the point."

Cheng Ting sat on the couch and fell back in anger. He turned to look at Mo Lingfeng: "Go and destroy his majesty!"

Mrs. Cheng cracked melon seeds and said, "Listen to the wind, go and be pure."

Mo Lingfeng finished eating the hawthorn strips, wiped the icing off his hands, stood up and walked over. Xu Huiran stood up and asked her to sit, took her son from the nanny's hands, and sat next to Cheng Ting.

Mrs. Cheng directed the maid to change the tea cup, and picked up a small plate of Mo Lingfeng's favorite candied fruit, and asked the maid to carry it over. She suddenly remembered something and said smoothly: "Send a jar of osmanthus wine to Li Yitie as well." ."

The servant left in response. Cheng Ting looked at Xu Huiran's hand and looked at his son, then at Mo Lingfeng who was taking out the money, and whispered: "Mom, Lingfeng has lost a lot of weight."

Mrs. Cheng saw Mo Lingfeng sitting there, with a sharp chin and a slender waist. He was indeed very thin.

"It's hard work in the fort," she sighed, "I have to fight and kill, it's tiring."

She still had some words that she couldn't express to her stupid beloved son - Mo Lingfeng couldn't stop if he wanted to survive and keep the family business left by Mo Qianlan. How could he not lose weight by working so hard?

Cheng Ting said, "I think it's because of my uncle."

Mrs. Cheng stretched out her hand to scratch Ah She's chin: "It's been so long..."

The remaining words were drowned out by the sudden cheers. With a smile on his face, Mo Lingfeng won the prize from his second brother.

In the midst of the laughter, Mrs. Cheng whispered to Cheng Ting: "One of their brothers and sister has left, and the remaining one is just like Lone Goose. Today is the New Year, so please keep her for a while."

"I know." Cheng Ting replied in a low voice, then raised his voice and shouted, "Leifeng, win back everything Huiran loses!"

Mo Lingfeng looked at him silently in the midst of the joy, and after a moment, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled: "Okay."

She stayed at Cheng's house until almost midnight before returning home. Yin Nan followed her and brought back a cart full of things.

She rewarded these things to her aunts, and had a few bites of the New Year's Eve dinner with her aunts. After the Youshi time, she returned to her long-term residence and sat by the window playing the xun.

She played some random tunes, and finally played a ditty that Mo Qianlan often sang. After playing, she put the xun down and thought to herself: "Brother, there was a Jinlu outside Hengshan last night who also sang this. I thought it was you. , even if it’s your ghost.”

The result is not.

Her disappointment and anger at that time were all condensed on the arrow.

She knew that Mo Qianlan was no longer alive and knew not to be immersed in grief, but she often lost control.

This is like a disease, but there is no cure.

The hot tea beside him cooled down, and Grandma replaced it with new tea. When it cooled down again, Mo Lingfeng remained motionless. After an unknown amount of time, Yin Nan came over and said, "Wu Jin is here, waiting outside the hospital."

Mo Lingfeng covered his face with his hands, rubbed it up and down twice, wiped his wet eyes, exhaled a long and trembling breath amid the sound of firecrackers in the sky, stood up and said, "Send two fireworks to the garden, let's set them off too."

She put on her cloak and walked towards Wu Jin.

Wu Jin stood under the old elm tree that had long been outside his home, with candlelight and tree shadows crisscrossing his body. A large and bright firework lit up in the sky, illuminating his soft face.

He looked at Mo Lingfeng with elegant eyebrows and bright eyes - he understood everything, so he always appeared just right.