Wu Jin hurriedly straightened up and stepped through the door. He lowered his head and bent to look at Mo Lingfeng's chin. He saw a large area of red on her chin. He was about to ask her if she had bitten her tongue when she suddenly saw a scar on her neck. .
The scar has been there for a long time, and now there is only a lighter scar left, hidden in the round-necked shirt. If it hadn't been for the collision just now and the gold collar pressing down, he wouldn't have been able to see it.
This was the fatal wound, but she never mentioned it in her letter.
The battlefield is dangerous, and she always risks her life.
The panic on his face sank. He took a step back and looked at the circle of scars: "Are you okay?"
Mo Lingfeng saw what he was asking from his eyes, waved his hand and said, "It's okay."
She closed her clothes and fiddled with the gold collar to hide the scar from the light of day again.
Wu Jin smiled: "I'm fine too."
She's fine, and so is he.
Today, they have been able to deal with pain with a calm face, and regard all kinds of pain inflicted on the body as a test of what they want, without crying and full of resentment.
The drizzle that was originally hazy became heavier, hitting the roof tiles, doors and windows, making a slight sound. Cheng Ting walked into the house and said, "I am the doorkeeper here."
Yin Bei also walked in and placed the baggage on the high table.
Wu Jin came to her senses and entered the house with Mo Lingfeng. The three of them sat by the window and watched the lingering spring rain.
The old trees in Jiusixuan sprouted new branches, becoming more and more leafy and dense, forming a scene, blocking the skylight. Only the slanting wind and rain can drift in.
Mo Lingfeng reached out to touch Xun.
Cheng Ting quickly leaned over and pressed her hand: "Don't brag, don't brag, we are all our own."
After saying that, he seemed to have thought of something funny and laughed.
He sat in the flower hall, with Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng sitting next to him. Even the person who changed his tea was the familiar Qi Chang. He felt a kind of peace, as if Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng were still like two big stars. Like a tree, it stands in this house and can protect their safety at any time.
Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng saw his sudden smile. At first they didn't know why, but then they unconsciously raised the corners of their mouths and couldn't help laughing.
They laughed at the rare gathering, laughed at each other's past, and after laughing, they all felt good - the three of them, this was good.
Qi Chang served the tea, and Cheng Ting laughed and said, "Why are you blowing here and there but you just can't play well? After so many years of practice, you still bray like a donkey."
Mo Lingfeng took the oil paper bag handed over by Wu Jin: "When your father beats you, you were braying like a donkey."
She untied the thin cotton rope, picked out one and ate it: "Dried kumquat."
She turned around and told Qi Chang: "Get the stick sore medicine and rub it on Mr. Cheng."
"No need," Cheng Tinghao said angrily, flicking his arm, "It's just a minor injury, young master... Oops!"
He grimaced in pain and said, "My father was too cruel. He beat his own son like this."
"You have to run." Mo Liangfeng picked up the teacup and took a sip. His eyes turned to Wu Jin, and he smiled with a row of white teeth. He felt that Wu Jin looked very good-looking.
Hers is so beautiful.
Wu Jin noticed her gaze and smiled at her, a gentle and tolerant smile: "Don't eat too much."
Cheng Ting was about to give a long speech about why he didn't run away. When he saw the two of them, he was smiling like a flower, but he seemed to be redundant. He took the sore medicine from Qi Chang's hand and coughed: "Guess I'm going to go." where?"
Mo Lingfeng didn't even raise his head: "Go to Huzhou."
Wu Jin said: "If you run away from home, it's enough to come here. It doesn't have to be that far, so as not to worry your parents. I'll take you back at night."
"If I don't go back, I really want to go to Huzhou this time."
His words were decisive and his expression was firm, which surprised both Wu Jin and Mo Lingfeng.
After a while, Mo Lingfeng suddenly said: "What's wrong with Xu Huiran?"
Cheng Ting, who was still very proud just now, immediately fell down after hearing the three words Xu Huiran, like a big bird falling into the water, dragging its two big wings and looking downcast.
Chunyu and Jiusixuan cooperated with his depression, and they were all dim and lackluster.
Xu Huiran's tenderness ran through his childhood and youth, carrying all his passionate feelings. It was a pot of crabapples in late spring, a pot of fried cherries hidden in midsummer, and the Tiger Hill toy that Mo Lengfeng had never given him.
This is a flower that blooms in his heart. If she lives a good life, over time, she will bear fruit and fall to the ground. She will not occupy his heart forever. If she lives a bad life, she will always affect him. mind.
"The one named Ding...the one named Ding beat her."
He choked, and tears flowed down, hot to his face. He stretched out his palm and wiped it on his face randomly a few times. As a result, he wiped out more tears, which rubbed everywhere on the back of his hand, cheeks, and chin. The runny nose also comes with it.
He had to take out his handkerchief and wipe his face hard. At the end of the wipe, he sobbed like a shiver.
"That Hu, Huzhou Dou Ding." He looked at Mo Lingfeng with tears in his eyes, "It's so hateful. He is submissive outside. When he gets angry, he will just go home and vent his anger on women."
He slapped her hard again and explained the reason to them in a loud voice: "He beat sister Huiran and vomited blood. The nanny next to sister Huiran sneaked out and sent a letter to the Xu family. She wanted to reconcile. Xu My wife cried with my mother and wanted my eldest sister to write a letter to sister Hui Ran and persuade her to be patient."
For such a big man, he was crying so hard that he was covered in sweat. He was not only sad and angry, but he also wondered why Mrs. Xu watched her daughter trapped in a nightmare but didn't reach out to pull her out. ?
He couldn't just watch Xu Huiran drown in the quagmire. He wanted to go to Huzhou to rescue people, but his mother didn't allow him to go, and his father beat him, as if Xu Huiran was no longer a person.
She was given up.
Mo Lingfeng looked at his face that almost melted from crying, and thought to herself: "Pity."
"Don't cry," she patted Cheng Ting's big head with a small slap, "Why doesn't Mrs. Xu agree?"
Cheng Ting answered with swollen eyes: "That's Mrs. Xu's natal family."
Mo Yefeng thought this was not a big problem: "I'll help you find a solution."
Cheng Ting looked at Mo Lingfeng twitchingly, his eyes lit up: "What can you do?"
Wu Jin subconsciously wanted to cover Mo Liangfeng's mouth, but Mo Liangfeng had already said: "Let her remain a widow."
Cheng Ting was stunned and looked at Mo Lingfeng through tears. He was confused at first because Huzhou Douding was in good health. Then he understood the meaning of Mo Lingfeng's words and opened his mouth. He felt that what she said was ridiculous and offensive. Got the law.
The last sentence rolled over in his mind, and he felt that what Mo Yefeng said was right and good.
"But."
Mo Lingfeng said: "I'll let Yin Bei."
Wu Jin coughed suddenly and interrupted her, just as Yin Nan walked in. It seemed that he wanted to talk to Mo Lingfeng about recruiting soldiers, so he asked Mo Lingfeng to follow Yin Nan to talk about recruiting soldiers.
Mo Lingfeng stood up and said to Cheng Ting, "I'll tell you when I get back."
(End of chapter)
