Yu Jun

Wu Jin took off her mud clogs and walked into the house covered in moisture. She turned around and closed the door to block out the wind and rain: "Yes, it's a good rain."

He took a look at Mo Lingfeng under the candlelight and saw that the ends of her eyes were slightly red. Then he saw that Mo Qianlan's crane cloak was draped on her partition, and he understood.

Mo Qianlan's death became a needle in the cotton wool, and it would pierce Mo Lingfeng's heart if he wasn't careful.

He calmly walked to the kitchen counter and took a piece of candy: "I haven't eaten it for three months. Let's try it."

He brought the candy to her mouth and waited for Mo Lingfeng to grab it in one mouthful before sitting down by the fire pot and drying his damp sleeves: "I thought it would get warm early this year, but I didn't expect the weather to change again."

Mo Lingfeng sat down opposite him. Instead of warming himself by the fire, he leaned back and ate sweets slowly: "It's like this every year. You can't feel comfortable until after the Dragon Boat Festival."

She stared at Wu Jin, and the surge in her heart slowly receded, and her empty heart gradually filled up - Wu Jin was the king of trees mentioned in the Avatamsaka Sutra.

"Growing in the sand and moraine of the wilderness, if the roots get water, the branches, leaves, flowers and fruits will all flourish.

The same is true for the King of Bodhi Trees in the wilderness of life and death. All sentient beings become the roots of the tree, and the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas become the flowers and fruits. If the water of great compassion is used to benefit all living beings, the flowers and fruits of the wisdom of the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas can be achieved. "

His great compassion is for her and all the people, but not for himself.

Wu Jin turned to look at her: "What's wrong?"

"There's water on your face." Mo Lingfeng pointed casually.

Wu Jin wiped it carefully with a handkerchief: "Is there any more?"

"Nothing."

Wu Jin saw that Mo Lingfeng was still staring at him, with a serious expression and sparks in his eyes, which lit him up at a glance.

He couldn't do anything to her, so he let her watch, his face turned red, and he pretended to be calm as he took some dried peaches from the candy box to eat, but accidentally took a few more and spilled a lot on the table.

He quickly cleaned up and changed his words: "Zel has been to Gaoping Village."

Mo Lingfeng didn't care about this. He said "Oh" and said nothing.

Wu Jin continued: "He plays the xun very well."

Mo Lingfeng smelled something sour: "I didn't teach him."

"If you met him first, would you let him go to Zhaixue to study with you? After all, we look alike."

"Different."

"What's the difference?"

Mo Lingfeng stood up without moving his legs, stretched his head in front of Wu Jin, touched his brow bone with his fingers, and said seriously: "You are better-looking."

Wu Jin laughed and grabbed her hand: "You can't leave me if you don't look good, right?"

Mo Lingfeng smiled: "Yes."

She chewed the candy, swallowed it in her stomach, rubbed her cold face against Wu Jin's hand, and withdrew her hand: "Go to the flower hall to eat something, you haven't had dinner yet."

Wu Jin nodded: "If you don't tell me, I will forget again."

After opening the door, he ordered his servants to go to the kitchen to prepare food. Mo Lingfeng shouted from behind: "I want cherry cheese."

Wu Jin saw that it was still cold and it was not the time to eat ice, so she turned around and said, "Eat a bowl."

"Row."

The servant left in response, and the two of them went to the flower hall hand in hand. The sound of thunder pierced their ears. Wu Jin reached out to push the door of the flower hall. When he pushed the door, his left hand twitched uncontrollably.

Most of the time, the left hand will return to normal after a twitch, but occasionally after a twitch, the tendons in the palm seem to curl up together, causing pain from the inside of the flesh to the outside.

He didn't cry out in pain. He dropped his hand to his side, stretched it out with all his strength, and stretched his fingers straight, trying to calm down the sudden pain. Mo Lingfeng remained calm and held his hand tightly, stroking his palm with her thumb.

Wu Jin slowly relaxed: "Li Yitie said it will get better slowly."

Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Didn't Wu Yi go back to take care of your father? It's raining too much tonight, don't-"

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted.

There was no light in the room, so the servant came forward to take off the lampshade and blew out the flame. Sparks touched the cotton string. Before it was lit, a thunderous snoring sound suddenly sounded from behind the screen. The servant shook his hand and punched the cotton string. Into the wax.

There was only one snoring sound, because he didn't sleep well, he turned over quietly, and there was no movement again.

The servants lit the lights again. Mo Lingfeng was stunned and glanced at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin walked around the screen and took a look. There was a bamboo basket on the small table with three or five cherries scattered in it. There was a slag bucket on the ground with many cherry pits spit out. There were also two shoes everywhere outside the slag bucket. One on each side, a little yellow dog lying on the bed. Cheng Ting was sleeping sideways on the couch, with his arm as pillow and his head buried in the mattress. He didn't know when he came.

Wu Jin stepped forward and reached out to push him. He was startled and sat up suddenly, revealing a bright red face.

"What time is it?"

"It's half past Haishi."

"Cheng Taishan is gone?" Cheng Ting lowered his legs to the edge, pulled his shoes over with his feet, and inserted them into them.

"I'm back." Wu Jin looked at the slap marks on his face and didn't mention the beating.

Cheng Ting bent down and picked up the heel of his shoe, and kicked the little yellow dog angrily. The little yellow dog, carrying an angry dog ​​face, climbed on its four legs and went to lie down under the table outside the screen.

Cheng Ting muttered and followed him. When he saw Mo Leafeng, he immediately said, "Lengfeng, take care of him!"

Mo Lingfeng sat down at the square table: "Cheng Taishan?"

Cheng Ting sat across from her, stretched out his hand and slapped the table: "When he came back, he said that my head was filled with tofu!"

Mo Lingfeng said haha ​​rudely: "That's quite appropriate."

Wu Jin asked her servants to come in and clean up, and sat next to Mo Lingfeng. Seeing that both sides of Cheng Ting's face were terribly swollen, she asked, "Isn't Mrs. Cheng here?"

"My eldest sister is pregnant, Huiran took Ashe, and my mother took the second sister."

He didn't know about Cheng Taishan's return home. He just followed his mother's orders to help his elder brother supervise the construction of tiles. He never expected that his old father would come back at this time.

The eldest brother of the Cheng family was a treacherous figure. When he saw Cheng Taishan return home and Cheng's mother was not there, he decisively retreated and handed over Cheng Ting to his old father.

Ever since Cheng Taishan received the prophecy, he had been holding back a big slap. After seeing Cheng Ting, he thought that he was already a big boy and had a son. He also had Mo Lingfeng and Wu Jin to support him, so it was inconvenient for him to take action directly, so he asked Cheng Ting What is Ting doing for a living these days?

Since Cheng Ting narrowly escaped death, he has been idle at home, like a fat bird with nothing to do, flapping his wings from the east to the west every day. Faced with Cheng Taishan's cold eyebrows, his mind was stuck and he couldn't answer a word. Sure enough, I got two slaps.

He went home dejectedly and wanted to hide in Hui Ran's arms, but it rained heavily and Pang Dahai came back to send a message that the female family members would stay in Yue Mansion.

He could only look for his best friend and entered the corner door like a drowned rat, only to learn that the two of them were very busy.

He wandered alone on the verandah, and finally plunged into the flower hall of the second hall, where he fell into a deep sleep.

He always came and went freely in Mo Mansion, and the servants didn't pay much attention to him. After a while, they actually forgot about him.

"I am also a father..." Cheng Ting said with a sad face as he took the bowl and chopsticks from the servant.

The servants temporarily added a pair of bowls and chopsticks, and brought three bowls of rice, a plate of Yuqian cakes, a plate of smoked pork head, a bowl of braised mutton, and four or five other side dishes including whitebait and bream.

Someone else opened the iceberg, brought out a bowl of cherry cheese, and placed it in front of Mo Lingfeng.

Cheng Ting immediately said: "Give me a bowl and a jar of spring wine. No need to warm it, just bring it over." (End of Chapter)