Several people walked faster and faster, and the voices gradually became farther away. Finally, the street became quiet again.
The cold wind blew against Cheng Ting, and his alcoholism turned into cold sweat. He bent down and hugged the big yellow dog, and whispered: "Good dog, I will reward you with a big chicken drumstick tomorrow."
He straightened up and thought that the way back must also be blocked by others. If he went now, he would be trapped in a trap and he could not go back.
If you don’t go back, where will you go?
Within a moment, he had an idea of where to go.
One person and one dog ran away against the wall, avoiding several waves of people looking for him, and only breathed a sigh of relief when they walked outside Shishi Street.
Letting go of the big yellow dog, Cheng Ting let it go back to the state to study. He pinched his nose and went inside. It was dark and dim, except for the place where the Wu family lived, and there was still a little fire left.
He stretched out his hand to knock on the door, but it opened immediately. The courtyard was quiet and there was no one around. There was an oil lamp left on the porch, and it seemed that someone was still there.
Cheng Ting entered the patio quietly. Just as he was about to call Wu Jin, he heard footsteps coming from outside.
He was startled, thinking that the enemy had already caught up here, but then he thought, it was probably Wu Jin.
He stuck his head out and took a look, and it turned out to be the Wu brothers.
Wu Jin was wearing a short brown suit, carrying a cake basket and walking without any distractions. Wu Yi followed behind, carrying a cake basket clip and walking with her head buried in her chest.
Cheng Ting looked at the two brothers and couldn't help but sigh. When Wu's mother was pregnant with Wu Jin, she didn't know if she had taken a magical elixir. The son she gave birth to was handsome and handsome, and his brain was bright, which was rare even in Tunan Academy. Talent.
But when we arrived in Wuyi, there was no panacea to be taken, and the children who were born returned to their original shape, looking like a cake seller.
Wu Jin walked to the door and saw Cheng Ting. He was stunned for a moment, then showed a smile: "You're back today?"
Wu Yi raised his head from behind and called "Cheng Sanye" politely.
"I came back today." Cheng Ting stepped back from the door and let the Wu brothers in. He lowered his voice so as not to wake Wu's father and Wu's mother. "Aren't you working as an errand at Ye Feng's house? Why are you selling cakes again?"
Wu Jin put the steamer next to the water tank, uncovered the steamer cloth, and rinsed it: "The second brother won't come back either, I'm going to find him."
Wu Yi took the handkerchief and wiped his face, drooping the corner of his mouth: "It's not easy to sell cakes in the first place, but there are locusts here again, and not a single ingredient is confiscated. Everyone eats chaffy vegetables, and the number of people who buy cakes is higher than those who just opened a bakery." Those two years were much less.”
"It's okay, don't do anything tomorrow," Wu Jin patted him, "Go to sleep."
Wu Yi muttered: "I still have to pay off the debt."
Cheng Ting squatted next to the steamer: "Ah? What kind of debt?"
Wu Yi glanced at his brother: "It's nothing."
He rubbed his face in a hurry: "Brother, I'm hungry."
Wu Jin let go of the water ladle: "Go and light the fire."
Cheng Ting sneezed and went to the toilet to urinate: "Young Master is freezing to death. I will sleep with you tonight."
Wu Jin nodded: "Do your parents know?"
Cheng Ting shook his head: "Don't go and deliver the letter. Someone is looking for me outside now. When I come out, the disciples will know."
Wu Jin frowned and walked outside the door. He stood on the narrow street and looked around twice, but saw no one. There was only a noise coming from the wind not far away. He listened for a moment but could not hear the shouts. He returned home, closed the door, lowered the latch, and locked it.
He rolled up his sleeves and walked into the kitchen. Cheng Ting was one step ahead of him, like a giant vulture with its wings curled up, squatting in front of the stove and handing Wu Yi firewood.
The firelight made his face turn red. He looked up at Wu Jin and gave him a wide smile: "I'll eat some too."
He had a full meal at home tonight, and half a meal in Gyeongbuk. He also swallowed a lot of food and drink at the foot shop just now. As a result, he was beaten, ran, and soaked. Pee, hungry again.
Wu Jin opened the low cupboard, took out two eggs, cooked a pot of hot egg soup, and heated a plate of mixed noodles and dried vegetable buns made by Wu Jin. Then he set up a table next to the stove and the three of them sat around the table. Come down and have a simple meal.
Cheng Ting took a bite of half of the bun. The dough was rough, but it was mixed with the aroma of meat oil and dried vegetables. Once he tasted it, it was still delicious.
Cheng Ting devoured a steamed bun and drank a large bowl of scalding egg soup. He told Wu Jin about his feat tonight: "The old guy is looking for me everywhere."
Wu Yi's eyes widened and he turned to look at Wu Jin. Seeing that Wu Jin was listening calmly, he swallowed his words - he was afraid that Cheng Ting would harm their family.
"This bun is good," Cheng Ting reached for another one, "but it's a bit harsh on the throat."
Wu Jin stood up and gave him a bowl of soup: "Noodles, a little rougher."
Cheng Ting leaned over the bowl and took a sip of soup. He ate half of the bun and pinched the remaining half of the bun. His eyelids dropped from the food and he couldn't hold it open. His upper body began to fall down and he kept lying down. to the table.
He struggled to open his eyelids. In front of him was the dim firelight. The kitchen was warm and clean. This bowl of egg soup was better than fine wine. A bun with dried vegetables was better than delicacies. There was a kind of incense on Wu Jin, like spring flowers. , slowly blooming before his eyes.
He had smelled this fragrance on both Mo Qianlan and Mo Lingfeng. It seemed to be a very precious steamed flower scent. But on the Mo brothers and sisters, the fragrance was gloomy and sharp, like a net. But on Wu Jin It feels gentle and soft on the body, and the breeze is soothing.
Probably because Wu Jin was not immersed in it.
He fell asleep unconsciously, and after an unknown amount of time, he woke up.
When he woke up, he opened his eyes and took a look. The light was hazy and the sky was the color of jasper. He thought for a while before he remembered that he was sleeping at Wu Jin's house.
And he fell asleep while eating steamed buns.
Sitting up hugging the quilt, he shuddered, turned around, got out of bed, and put on his shoes. He didn't see the screen, let alone where his clothes were hung.
He opened the door and let out a huge sneeze in the cold morning breeze. He saw Wu Jin sitting on the porch, sorting firewood, and his coat was hung on a bamboo pole and fluttering in the wind.
He walked over with his arms crossed, took off his coat and put it on: "Where are my uncle and aunt?"
"Went to the bakery."
"So early?"
"It's late, the rooster has crowed, and there's breakfast in the kitchen pot. You go and eat it."
Cheng Ting rubbed his hands and entered the kitchen. It was clean and tidy, with no mess at all. He opened the lid of the pot and saw a large steaming white mist rising from the pot. It was so hot that he shrank back and the heat dissipated. Only then did he see a pile of egg pancakes, four or five of them, and a bowl of radish soup inside.
He shouted outside: "Have you eaten?"
"have eaten."
"Then I'm welcome."
He ate everything in the steamer, felt his stomach and walked out of the kitchen. When he saw Wu Jin tying a bundle of thin firewood together, he asked, "What is this for?"
"It's for you," Wu Jin raised her head to look at him, "I'm asking for forgiveness."
"Oh -" Cheng Ting imagined Wang Zhizhou's reaction, "You are so bad - no, smart, too smart!"
Then he "tsk-tsk" twice: "I also suffered a lot."
