"Brother! You're back!"
Wu Yi's cry sounded outside. Wu Jin rubbed his numb legs and feet and opened the door: "I'm back."
Wu Yi took off his clothes and went into the room: "Brother, it doesn't matter if you didn't pass the exam this time. The teacher from Mengxue said that if you are a Jinshi under fifty, you can just take the exam again."
"yes."
"Brother, the candies in Kyoto are so delicious. Do you still buy them?"
"I bought it. In the kitchen, eat less at a time."
"I know." Wu Yi sat on the edge of the bed, bent one leg and took off his socks: "Brother, can I sleep with you tonight?"
Wu Jin wiped his wet hair: "Okay, let's go wash up."
"Let's go now." Wu Yiju pulled on his shoes, picked up his socks and went out.
Wu Jin put the book on the table, flattened out a reply letter from Mo Lingfeng and read it carefully.
There is always smoke between the lines in Mo Lingfeng's words, and the more she reads, the more frightening the indifference becomes. She is in it, but like a bystander, leaning over to watch this scene that seems to never end. war.
When Wu Jin read the letter, he could always picture the Mo family brother and sister walking hand in hand through the muddy path outside Xiongshan Temple.
Mo Qianlan was subtle and Mo Lingfeng was influenced by her ears and eyes. She was showing his ruthlessness and boredom towards the world - underneath himself, everyone was just an ant.
He collected the letters, wrote the diary, sorted out a small portion of the scattered diary, burned a few, and put them in a box.
Wu Yi came back at some point, lying in an awkward position with his mouth slightly open, and fell into a deep sleep. Wu Jin took off his clothes and put them away, stretched out his hands, pushed his brother to the bed, and then went to bed to sleep.
Early the next morning, before dawn, Wu Jin got up.
He combed his hair and put on his clothes. Wu Yi rubbed his eyes and sat up. He looked at his brother blankly before falling down again.
Wu Jin cleaned herself up, got up and went out to wash up, only to find that it was raining outside.
The spring rain is silent, the roof tiles are dark under the rain, the ground is wet, and a cluster of brocade seedlings has grown in the cracks in the corners of the wall. The rain-soaked leaves are shiny, and the flowers on the branches have not yet bloomed.
There were stratus clouds on the top, and the morning wind blew against his face, still with a chill. He opened the stove, lit a fire, made tea, and while lighting the stove fire, he read an article on "Po Chunwei" written by a doctor from Taixue.
Wu's mother got up and walked to the door. She saw her son was concentrating on reading, so she didn't disturb him. She gently went to wake Wu Yi up, put Wu's father away, and then walked into the kitchen.
The family gathered together to have breakfast. Wu Yi held a steamed bun and said, "Brother, this is the test."
Wu's mother stepped on him under the table, and he immediately stopped talking. Wu's father interrupted: "These pickles are good."
"Yes, boss, I asked Officer Zou from the housekeeping shop to show us the house. It's almost done. I'll just wait for you to come back and make a decision. I'll go see him today."
"Mom, don't be in a hurry."
"You're not in a hurry, we're in a hurry, there's no reason to delay starting a family just to study!"
Wu's father and mother were afraid that Wu Jin would be uncomfortable, so they never mentioned Chunwei, for fear of hurting him. The more this happened, the heavier Wu Jin's heart became, and he felt unbearable guilt. He didn't dare to worry his parents, and acted like a gentle man. He looked calm, as if he didn't take the matter seriously.
After breakfast, Wu's father and Wu's mother took Wu Yi away and went to the cake shop to set up shop. Wu Jin took two packs of candied fruits and went to Cheng's Mansion first, intending to send one pack to Cheng Ting before going to Mo's Mansion.
As soon as they arrived outside the corner door of Cheng Mansion, they heard a "bang" on the door and someone kicked it open. The door leaf hit the stone wall and bounced back, knocking the person who kicked the door to the ground.
"How dare you bully me with a broken door!" Cheng Ting rolled to his feet and stood up. His clothes were wrinkled, dusty everywhere, and there was a tear on his back. He was in an extremely miserable state.
Carrying a huge baggage in his hand, he hammered the door hard twice, "Sooner or later it will be your turn!"
He raised his foot and kicked the dog's butt again, kicking the dog out: "You worthless thing, what's so worth missing about this family, yet you still refuse to leave and follow me!"
The big yellow dog walked out lazily with an old face drooped, looked up and saw Wu Jin, and then sat down at Wu Jin's feet.
Only then did Cheng Ting see Wu Jin: "You're back!"
He walked up to Wu Jin, raised his hand and punched Wu Jin on the shoulder: "It's useless, even a paper can't protect it! You're not as good as I am in the exam! What use do you have?"
Wu Jin felt relieved after being scolded by him, and said with a smile: "There are unpredictable things in the sky."
"Fart!" Cheng Ting grabbed him with one hand and dragged the baggage with the other, and walked out angrily, "I thought you were going to take the top exam and I would have more backers, but you came back naked and I couldn't even speak. Not tough at all.”
He turned around to see the big yellow dog eager to walk home, and immediately shouted: "Cheng Taishan! Come here!"
Before the big yellow dog could react, Cheng Taishan's lion's roar came from the door: "You traitor! If I don't spank you today, you won't know what I did before!"
Before Cheng Ting could start running away, Cheng Taishan had already rushed out with a strong momentum, holding a big riding crop in his hand, eager to whip this evil obstacle to death.
Cheng Ting secretly thought it was bad, jumped up behind Wu Jin, stretched out his head, and pointed at his head with one finger: "Hit me here, please do it! Just beat me to death!"
Magistrate Cheng made his son so angry that one Buddha was born and two Buddhas ascended to heaven. He wanted to hang his son up and beat him from head to toe, but Mrs. Cheng was not an economical person. She almost vomited blood after holding in her breath.
Wu Jin was caught between two tall Cheng family members, and was in a dilemma. He cupped his hands and saluted: "Uncle."
Magistrate Cheng put away his riding whip and decided to let his son go for the time being for the sake of Wu Jin: "Good boy, thank you for your hard work. The third brother will follow you, I can rest assured."
He waved his hand and said, "Go ahead. If he stays here again, I'm afraid I won't be able to resist the urge to destroy my family."
Wu Jin quickly said goodbye, picked up the huge baggage on the ground, hung it on his shoulder, and dragged Cheng Ting away.
Magistrate Cheng walked back and when he reached the door, he looked back and saw that Wu Jin's steps were calm and steady. No matter how swaying Cheng Ting was, he would not change his shape.
His family background and the people around him all tried to push him into the mud. However, he resisted all kinds of temptations with his strong will, tempered his soul thousands of times, and forged a true gold and jade that no one can destroy.
Magistrate Cheng nodded with satisfaction, completely leaving his third son to Wu Jin, and turned back to deal with Mrs. Cheng.
Wu Jin pulled Cheng Ting and heard Cheng Ting's stomach growling with hunger, so he took him and his baggage to a foot shop and let him eat something.
Cheng Ting sat down on the stool: "If you don't eat, I will be full of gas."
Wu Jin called the waiter: "Would you like two bowls of mutton noodles, donkey intestines, and fried tofu?"
Cheng Ting nodded dejectedly: "Yes."
He took a breath and looked at Wu Jin: "How tall are you at 5 feet?"
"Five feet six."
"That's enough. Any higher would be too much and make us look shorter." He fiddled with the tea bowl on the table. "What did you bring back for me?"
Wu Jin took out the oil paper bag and gave him one: "Fashionable fruit."
Cheng Ting opened it, took a look at it, picked one up, ate it, and put it away: "This is good, Leopard Slave likes it."
