The people in Kuanzhou City were uneasy at first. They only regretted that the fields and houses had no legs and could not escape with others. But now it is commonplace and they live their lives as usual.
On the second day of November, Wu Jin came back after changing his medicine. At the street corner, he met Cheng Ting who wanted to go in but was holding his nose and not daring to go in.
"Wu Jin!" Cheng Ting was relieved. He could ignore the lingering stench of Shishi Street and opened a post for Wu Jin to see.
"On the tenth day of the winter solstice, our family will have a big dinner party. Please come before the hour and come and accompany me."
Wu Jin shook his head: "I want to worship my ancestors during the winter solstice, and the bakery at home is busy——"
"On any day when your bakery is not busy," Cheng Ting hit him on the head with a post, "I have asked you so many times, you are either sick or busy."
Wu Jin added: "Zhifu Cheng is hosting a banquet, and the people present must be either rich or noble. I am from a poor family, and Xie Yuan is not an honor, so I am not suitable to go."
"My friend, who dares to say that it is not suitable?" Cheng Ting pushed the post into his hand, clasped his fists on his chest, shook it up and down, bowed his head, and only had a dog to help him wag its tail, "You really deserve it this time. Help."
"My eldest brother is specifically against me. He specially invited a man named Ding to the banquet. If you don't go, I'm afraid I'll make a joke."
"who?"
"That Ding from Huzhou made a special trip to welcome the bride and will leave after the winter solstice."
"oh."
"Do you have the heart to let me face it alone?" Cheng Ting hugged his shoulders affectionately, "It's a small matter if I make a joke. My father will beat me up. You know it."
Huang Yapo's sharp eyes saw Cheng Ting in the house. She immediately stepped out of her house and shouted, "Oh, Mr. Cheng is here! Please come in quickly and come sit at my house!"
Cheng Ting shuddered at her enthusiasm and was so frightened that he hid behind Wu Jin: "Why is there still a madam on your street?"
Wu Jin turned around and saw Huang Yapo turning around with a smile on her face, as if she wanted to eat Cheng Ting alive. It was indeed terrifying, so she secretly pushed Cheng Ting: "Quickly go."
"If you don't agree, I won't leave. Let her catch me, take off my clothes, and push the girl at home on me." Cheng Ting gritted his teeth and saw Huang Yapo was only five steps away from him. "coming!"
Wu Jin knew that Huang Yapo could do it, so he responded anxiously: "Go."
"It's a deal!" Cheng Ting immediately spread his legs and ran away.
Huang Yapo's hand had already been stretched out in front of Wu Jin. In front of her, Cheng Ting was running non-stop and disappeared in the blink of an eye. She slapped her thigh angrily and glanced at Wu Jin. Her eyes changed halfway and became amiable: "We Jieyuan are back. , go sit down at your mother-in-law's house, she will make you some tea, oh, this is a post from the Cheng family, show it to your mother-in-law."
"Thank you for your kindness, mother-in-law. Please don't bother me." Wu Jin shook his head while holding the post, "I won't show you the post. I'll take my leave."
After that, he lifted his legs and walked into the street. Huang Yapo stood there gritting her teeth and stamping her feet.
Facing Wu Jin, she was like a tiger swallowing the sky - she couldn't take it down.
On the tenth day of the winter solstice, the snow was as heavy as dust, the west wind filled the sky, and ice was three feet deep.
Wu Jin cleaned the house and worshiped his ancestors at home. He put on a white small-sleeved round-neck blouse, which Wu Jin had sewn before the winter solstice. He also wrapped it in a black gauze Tang scarf, held an oil-paper umbrella, and went to the Youshi hour. Went to the back house of the magistrate's office.
The banquet was held in the garden of the inner house, and Cheng Ting was waiting for him in the "Wanleju" where he lived. The two of them sat opposite each other by the window of the compartment, looking at the scenery of flying flowers outside.
There was another beautiful scene in the garden, and the noise was already heard. Cheng Ting went for a walk early and came back dejected.
He whispered to Cheng Ting: "That guy from Huzhou, his face is so white, he must have put on powder, he has long eyebrows and narrow eyes, and he talks in an artificial way, like a girl."
Taking a sip of tea to moisten his throat, he continued to arrange his love rival: "When you marry a wife, you will not forget your mother."
"We have so many good men here -" he patted his chest hard, indicating that the good man was Cheng Ting himself. "The Xu family doesn't like any one of them, but they married Sister Huiran so far away! And she married a Bean sprouts!"
Wu Jin took a sip of tea and was about to speak when he suddenly froze.
The courtyard door of Wanleju was open, and the boy welcomed two people in, one was Mo Lingfeng and the other was Mo Qianlan.
Mo Lingfeng was wearing a cloak with white fox fur, and a big mink rabbit on her head. The fur was wrapped around her, clustered around her, and the gold collar was heavy and golden, and it also shone on her. .
Mo Qianlan piled gold and jade, held an umbrella in one hand, and held her with the other. It was unclear who was holding on to whom. The two brothers and sisters seemed to have never been separated. Their two hands held the same temperament. Ambition, throughout life, no one wants to break free.
After Mo Lingfeng entered the courtyard, Mo Qianlan let go of his hand, squatted down and said something, then got up and went to the front.
Mo Lingfeng took the oil-paper umbrella and opened it himself. As he walked forward, he stepped on the snow with his feet. The parrot hanging on the porch started to chirp and said "Little Master" to Mo Lingfeng. "Xiao Ye" is short.
Mo Lingfeng was stepping on the steps when he suddenly met Wu Jin's eyes.
She was not dazed, she just controlled her feet and stopped moving randomly. She walked to the house in an orderly manner, collected her umbrella and handed it to the maid who was following her outside the door.
"Lingfeng!" Cheng Ting jumped off the chair and jumped up to her, "Why are you here? I thought you weren't coming. I left you good things, not even Sister Huiran."
He dragged Mo Lingfeng to the cubicle and asked her to sit opposite Wu Jin. He ran to get the "good things". Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng immediately turned into clay and wood sculptures.
After a while, Mo Lingfeng felt the heat, took off his cloak, untied the lying rabbit, and reached out to hook the teapot on the table.
Hooking the teapot into her hand, she poured tea into the tea cup, splashing all over the table and face.
Wu Jin controlled his hands and just sat silently, but with his butt firmly nailed to the chair, motionless out of some selfish motives that he was unwilling to admit.
Mo Lingfeng wiped his face, then lifted the teapot to pour it for Wu Jin. Halfway through the teapot, he saw Wu Jin covering the teacup with his hand, so he scratched his face, put the teapot down, picked up the teacup and drank it himself. After two mouthfuls, he grimaced in pain.
At this time, Cheng Ting came in with a plate.
There were four crystal ice bowls on the plate, filled with pear juice and cheese that looked like snowy mountains. As soon as they entered the warm room, the ice bowls immediately gave off a hint of cold air, and the walls of the bowls were covered with tiny water droplets.
He placed the plate on the table, grabbed a chair and sat between the three of them.
Among the three of them, he was the least intelligent one. He looked nervously from left to right, fearing that Wu Jin would bring up the old matter again.
"Don't you love cheese the most?" With a smile on his face, he took a cup of iced cheese to Mo Lingfeng as if to chat him up, and then pushed another one to Wu Jin, "You should try it too."
Both of them were silent. Mo Lingfeng liked the cool air and the heat of the charcoal fire, so he picked up the small silver spoon first, scooped out a spoonful and swallowed it.
Cheng Ting took one himself and wiped the water stains on the table. After wiping, he started to eat. After two bites, the only sound in the room was the sound of the silver spoon hitting the ice bowl. He felt more and more embarrassed and had to open his mouth. While eating, I picked up interesting stories from the past in Jiusixuan.
After all, he was speechless.
