Three people with three temperaments are like three completely different flowers and plants blooming together in Jiusixuan in midsummer.
Every brick, every tile, every beam in this mansion calmly opened its arms to embrace them in its shadow.
Who is in the urn?
Or is everyone in a urn?
Qi Chang, a little insect, brought water and handkerchiefs. Cheng and Mo washed their hands and wiped their faces, then sat down to enjoy the coolness and tranquility of early summer.
There are towering old trees outside the house, cutting the skylight, making the hot sunlight circle, bright and dark, quietly falling to the ground, and cutting the summer wind, making the wind soft and weak.
Mo Lingfeng reached out to touch Xun.
Wu Jin stretched out her long fingers and handed over the peach in her hand: "Eat the peach."
Her xun blowing was so lifeless that it made those who listened to it scratch their hearts and minds, but it was better not to listen.
Mo Lingfeng forgot about the xun, took the peach, and continued to eat it making a "clicking" sound.
Cheng Ting slumped in his chair and also tried hard on Tao Zi: "Yes, stop blowing. Just because you blow the xun, the land in Mo Mansion is worthless. There are rumors outside that this place is haunted."
Mo Lingfeng immediately turned around, stretched out his arm and slapped him on the head. The slap was loud and powerful.
Cheng Ting retaliated with a peach in his mouth, raised his fist, and hit Mo Lingfeng moderately.
The fist fell on Mo Lingfeng. Wu Jin saw Mo Lingfeng staggering and felt pain for her. She quickly stood in the middle to stop the two of them from fighting like novices.
Cheng Ting bared his teeth at her across Wu Jin: "There will be a horse race tomorrow, just wait and get ashes."
Tomorrow, during the ten-day holiday, they made an appointment to go horseback riding in the pasture to teach each other.
After saying that, he tilted his head and looked at Mo Lingfeng: "Are you going?"
Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Go."
As soon as the Youshi hour arrived, Wu Jin left Mo Mansion and returned to the cake shop to help with the work. Cheng Ting took away the spring vase and begonia flowers from Mo Mansion and tried to give them to Xu Huiran, while Mo Lingfeng went to the central hall.
The nave is bright and not as cool as Jiusixuan, but the windows are still covered with thick paper and have not been replaced with screen windows or bamboo curtains.
The cool breeze rushes into the house, with pink walls on both sides, wisteria growing up from the edge of the wood, hanging down from the ceiling-like flower stand, the branches twisting and twisting, the leaves are green, whirring, and the eyes are quiet.
The door and window were wide open, and Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng were playing chess, whispering about the banditry in Jiaxian County. Mo Lingfeng jumped into the threshold, and the two of them naturally stopped talking and looked at her.
"elder brother!"
Mo Lingfeng ran into the house and lowered her head to see a bowl of mung bean water to relieve the heat in front of Mo Qianlan. She leaned over and took a sip. However, the water was neither sweet nor ice-cold, and had no taste. She sipped it twice and it was gone. No more drinking.
She crawled into Mo Qianlan's arms, curled up into a small ball on his body, and stretched out her head to look at the chessboard.
Mo Qianlan hugged her with one hand and touched her head and neck with the other. His palms immediately felt moist - Mo Lingfeng was afraid of heat, and she was sweating after walking through Jiusixuan.
While Mo Lingfeng was watching chess, he informed Mo Qianlan: "Brother! I'm going horseback riding with Wu Jin tomorrow!"
Mo Qianlan picked up a white seed and dropped it casually. She sniffed the scent of Mo Lingfeng's hair and said, "No, can my brother take you to see a variety show?"
He didn't dare to let Mo Yefeng out of his sight again.
Mo Lingfeng is his bones, his flesh, his blood, and his eyes. The three realms are like a house on fire. Only when he sees Mo Lingfeng can he feel at ease.
Moreover, he had worked hard on his aunts' belly for two years and achieved nothing. Mo Lingfeng was the only one of the Mo family.
Thousands of ground, one seedling, precious.
So precious that everyone can detect her uniqueness.
Mo Lingfeng rarely wanted to go out. When he heard the word "no", he angrily got off his lap, clenched a small fist and beat Mo Qianlan hard: "I want to go!"
Zhao Shiheng quickly put down the sunspot in his hand, stood up and hugged her: "Lingfeng, you can't hit your brother."
Mo Liefeng pursed her lips sadly - she had almost lost her freedom in the past two years and had never run a horse once.
With a little tear in her eyes, she walked out dejectedly, squatting alone under the flower stand to play with a bamboo horse she had played with before.
Seeing her being so unhappy, Mo Qianlan also became depressed.
He stood up and walked over to Mo Lingfeng, and saw her half-closed red eyes, two red clouds on her face, her lips were red and moist, and she still had a bit of the temperament of a cub, and all her joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness were floating in her eyes.
"Grandpa," he reached out and took her whole into his arms, carried her back to the house, and put her on the chair, "little dog, my brother will take you to horse racing tomorrow."
He was weak and walked carefully, thinking that if the puppy continued to grow and grew into a big dog, he would not be able to hold it.
"No." Mo Lingfeng shook his head, knowing that Mo Qianlan could no longer run away.
Last year, Mo Qianlan suffered from epilepsy while riding a horse. Fortunately, the horse did not run fast and only hurt his head and face. Since then, Li Yitie has not allowed him to ride a horse again.
"It's okay, I'll ride slowly. Is it hot?"
Mo Lingfeng still shook his head: "It's hot, I'm going back to play the xun."
Seeing how pitiful she was, Mo Qianlan's heart felt as if a big hand had squeezed her hard. He didn't know how to love her, so he stretched out his hand to touch her sweaty head: "Just blow here, I'll ask someone to bring ice."
Mo Lingfeng lowered her limbs and drooped her head. She sat next to Zhao Shiheng, took out the Tao Xun and started blowing "Woo Wu". Zhao Shiheng listened attentively and corrected her breath from time to time.
The ice basin was brought in and placed in the corner. The icebergs gathered in the basin, falling into pieces and dying. The air-conditioning spread out in the room, rising from the ground. Mo Qianlan got closer and immediately took a blow. Chills.
The sound of the xun was very harsh, but it was like celestial music in his ears. He quietly ordered someone to fetch a bowl of iced cheese and brought it to the case.
The green bowl contained iced cheese. As soon as it came out of the ice bowl, dense drops of water gathered around the bowl, gradually forming a line and hanging down on the table.
When Mo Lingfeng saw the ice cheese, he put down the xun, reached out and picked up the spoon, and took a spoonful in his mouth.
The cheese was sweet and sour, the cherries were sweet, and it was cold in the mouth. She finally showed a smile and became a beaming child again. Her dark eyes were shining: "Brother, it's delicious."
Mo Qianlan smiled and felt goosebumps all over his body.
Zhao Shiheng looked on without sympathy. He thought that Mo Qianlan had brought it upon himself - he loved his sister too much and stopped eating because of choking.
Mo Lingfeng ate a bowl of iced cheese and restrained herself from eating it. She no longer mentioned going horse racing. She took a sip of tea, took the xun and blew it all the way back to Changsui Residence.
The next day, Mo Qianlan got up early, dressed neatly, and ordered Yin Bei and Zhao Shiheng to follow him, preparing to take Mo Lingfeng to ride a horse.
Unexpectedly, he waited and waited, but he didn't see Mo Lingfeng. He only waited for the bad news from the nanny - Mo Lingfeng ran away, leaving behind a look of big words with claws and teeth: "I went to horse racing outside the city, Yin Nan followed." I, my brother, am a coward.”
Mo Qianlan was so shocked that she almost fell ill on the spot.
Fortunately, Yin Nan is following.
He folded up the large and lively letter, put it into his arms, turned around and walked into the courtyard. The elders were silent, as if everyone had abandoned him.
