This is Mo Lingfeng's response to Wu Jin's poem.
The two of them were silent, and when the ink dried, Wu Jin closed his palms and held these three words firmly in his palms.
Mo Lingfeng chewed the candy, swallowed it, then yawned loudly, stood up and rubbed his eyes, said goodbye to Wu Jin, and went back to Changsui Residence.
After she left, Wu Jin moved his eyes back to the table, took a piece of bamboo paper, spread it out, and wrote with a pen: "April 26, the twenty-sixth year of Yuan Zhang."
"Once the wind and moon shine, the sky will last forever."
After writing, he rolled up the paper and burned it, leaving only a clear and firm imprint in his mind. Then he spread his palms and stared at the writing on it for a long time.
Mo Lingfeng lay on Yin Nan's back and walked towards Changsui's residence. The silent Mo Mansion was like a deep pool, no matter how windy or rainy it was, it remained calm.
The wind carried a few barking dogs from behind, and then gradually faded away. Listening to the familiar barking, Mo Lingfeng knew that Cheng Ting had completed the matter of deregistration and sent Qi Chang back.
She had no intention of seeing Qi Chang again - this dusty insect, whose every move could be seen in her eyes. She knew his ins and outs, had a thorough understanding of his nature and mind, and knew his knowledge like the back of her hand.
If you can use it, use it; if you can't, kill it.
At the corner gate of Mo Mansion, it was indeed Cheng Ting who freed Qi Chang from slavery and sent him back. Although Qi Chang was not a slave, he had nowhere to go and could only return to Mo Mansion and continue to be a slave.
Qi Chang watched Cheng Ting leave with the dog at the corner gate. He slowly walked back to Jiusixuan, lit a candle for himself, stopped in front of the three tables and chairs with Chinese characters, and sat down where Wu Jin usually sat. superior.
After sitting like this dryly for a while, he came back to his senses from the earth-shaking surprise. When he came back to his senses, what was just a vague ecstasy before turned into a clear and huge joy. He was so happy that he couldn't sit still. , stood up and jumped several times, and took a few long breaths before he could barely sit down.
He is no longer a slave!
Like Wu Jin, he can participate in autumn and spring. A bright future is in front of him. He can almost describe the beauty by closing his eyes.
Those officials' sons, Cheng Ting and Wang Jinghua, all looked down upon this opportunity. Only he knew that what was so common to them was an unattainable gift to him.
The last time he was so happy was when Wu Jin gave him a sugar cookie. At that time, he was still a beggar - it was as if he was born a beggar. Even his skin and flesh were dirty. He was either half-dead from the cold or hungry. With his chest pressed against his back, he tasted sugar for the first time.
Later, when he arrived at Mo Mansion, he was able to eat enough, but he often ate with trepidation and did not feel comfortable eating.
Happy!
hapiness!
Thoughts were like waves, waves hitting his mind. Even though autumn had not yet begun, he could not help but think about the days after spring.
He doesn't want to be a high official, just a small official. He heard that even if no one wants to go to the county magistrate in a remote rural area, he can go.
He was so distracted by his thoughts that he couldn't sit still. He got up and walked around the room, with a smile on his face from time to time, leaving all his teeth hanging outside.
Until he was exhausted, his head was still active and could not stop. Finally, he could hold back his thoughts. He walked to a "Summer Picture" painted by Zhao Shiheng, looked up and looked like the scholar in the painting.
The scholar's face was blurred, hidden under the shade of the tree, sitting cross-legged, reaching out to play the piano, with a kind of casual arrogance.
He whispered: "Sir, you said that if I could enter the officialdom one day, I would definitely bring injustice to the Mo family and cut off Wu Jin's future. I want to say that you are wrong."
He reached out and touched the person in the painting: "I know you look down on me, but even though I was born as a beggar, I also know etiquette and shame, and I know how to repay kindness. I will never become the kind of villain you say. .”
The wind blows outside Jiusixuan, and the calligraphy and paintings inside Jiusixuan make a crashing sound. A single candle cannot illuminate the dark and vast study room, but another shake at this time immediately casts countless shadows in the room.
Qi Chang was startled, and his heart skipped a beat. He quickly blew out the candles and walked out. He turned around and closed the door to block the wind.
The sound of crashing suddenly disappeared, and silence returned to Jiusixuan.
He touched his heart and went back to his house to sleep. He raised his legs and stepped down the stone steps. Then he missed the step and fell to the ground.
"Ouch", he stood up slowly and thought to himself: "Extreme joy brings sorrow."
This throw calmed his boiling mind, and like everyone else in Mo Mansion, he spent the night peacefully.
At half past midnight of the next day, Wu Jin got up early as usual, went out to buy some things, and then took the book to the waterside pavilion to recite. At the beginning of the morning, Yin Bei delivered tabloids and residence newspapers, and Mo Lingfeng arrived with Xun—— After a night's rest, her fever subsided and she was full of energy, even without taking medicine.
Sitting down in front of Wu Jin, she pinched her fingers on the hole of the xun and brought it to her mouth. Just as she was about to take a breath of breath, her back suddenly hurt, and she immediately put the xun down.
She couldn't play the xun, and she didn't want to read the tabloids, so she went to the garden, broke off a few gardenias and put them in her hair.
A tiger-striped snake coiled on a branch. Without thinking, she drew out her dagger and nailed the snake's head to the tree.
Then she turned back to Shuixie.
The sky was getting brighter, and Yin Nan brought the medicine with a straight face. Grandma put two more pieces of rock sugar in it. However, the bitter taste of the medicine could not be covered up. Mo Lingfeng pushed the medicine bowl away, thinking that he was already cured.
Wu Jin's eyes were still glued to the tabloid. He put his left hand into his right sleeve pocket, took out a piece of candy, put it into a bowl, and said: "The new pattern, soft pine candy from Suzhou, with pine nuts in it, and It’s walnut-based, soft peach candy, and it melts easily.”
Mo Lingfeng immediately picked up the bowl, drank the medicine with an expression as generous as death, and grabbed the sugar at the bottom of the bowl in one gulp.
She held her cheek and chewed again and again. Bees fluttered their wings and buzzed around the gardenia on her head.
Wu Jin looked up from the tabloid, stretched out her hand to swat away the bees for Mo Lingfeng, and then looked at the golden light on the necklace around her neck, which flashed together with the wrinkles on the water's surface, and couldn't help but smile, feeling calm and reassured.
At four o'clock in the morning, Cheng Ting came with his surging appetite.
He was dressed like a peacock in full bloom, wearing a soap gauze kerchief, a hollyhock on his temples, a tunic with a collar embroidered with auspicious clouds, a cross-collar lining underneath, and a gold belt around his waist. Jade, except that she didn't put on any make-up or makeup, she made it all the way into Jiusixuan.
The big yellow dog followed him with a drooping face. As soon as he entered the flower hall, he immediately jumped to Wu Jin's feet.
It was a hot day and he was dressed too grandly. His face was shiny and smooth as he walked. Mo Lingfeng covered his eyes and said, "Hey, what kind of coquettishness are you doing?"
Cheng Ting was immediately unconvinced: "I am wearing the right clothes. All gentlemen are like this. Lao Huang, do you think so?"
The big yellow dog raised its head and echoed twice in a strange tone.
Wu Jin twisted a handkerchief with cold water and handed it into his hand: "Wipe it."
