Jiusixuan was extremely cold, and the cold air was like gangrene attached to the bones, which could not be dispelled. Wu Jin stood on the porch, hearing the sound of wind whimpering in his ears. The branches of the ancient trees were illuminated by snow, night, and lights, and the shadows of the trees swayed on the ground with the wind. Bare teeth and show claws.
The black shadow spread to the hem of Wu Jin's clothes, grabbed at his waist, and entangled him so that he could not move.
He looked at the shadows of the trees on the ground and thought of the early darkening of the sky when his mother had not yet returned home. He went out to look for her and saw Wu's mother by the Baishi Bridge. Wu's mother was in a trance at that time, her hands were empty and her steps were empty.
He stepped forward to meet Wu Mu and stretched out his hand to help Wu Mu. However, the moment he stepped forward to meet her, he smelled the scent of potpourri flakes on Wu Mu's body.
The fragrance stuck to the clothes and lasted for a long time. When the fumigated clothes covered his body, the fragrance spread all over his body. At the same time, Wu Mu's fingers were cold when he touched them, and the clothes were already seven to eight percent wet.
Wu's mother rolled her eyes and glanced at him: "Boss, I went to the city gate to see Miss Mo. I asked her to let you go."
Wu Jin broke out in a cold sweat as he listened to the cold wind. The trickle under the bridge suddenly made a "click" sound, and the long-frozen river surface cracked for no reason, and the pieces broke like gold and jade.
It was obvious that the glacier was cracking, so why was his heart aching.
He was silent and just helped Wu Mu home. He sent Wu Mu back to the house to change clothes and then went into the kitchen.
Two stones and a wooden board were used to build a low bench on the ground. Wu's father sat on it and rubbed salt on the front hooves of the two pigs. Wu Yi squatted aside to grind the salt.
When Wu's father saw him coming back, he quickly asked, "Is your mother back?"
"We're back," Wu Jin scooped up a basin of hot water and said to Wu Yi, "Second brother, I'm afraid I've caught a cold. Make some ginger soup."
Wu Yi agreed crisply, poured the salt into the wooden basin, and stood up to scrape the ginger.
Wu Jin took the basin of hot water to Mother Wu's room, took off her shoes and socks, and squatted down to soak her feet.
When Wu Mu warmed up and her body was no longer as stiff as a piece of pig iron, he poured out the water, washed his hands, came back, and stood in front of Wu Mu.
Before Wu's mother could speak, he lifted up his robe, dropped to his knees, bowed his head, and said in a deep voice: "My son is unfilial."
Wu's mother felt pain in her throat and looked at him silently.
Wu Jin straightened up his upper body and looked at Wu's mother steadily: "As a son, I should not blame my parents. However, Miss Mo has no father or mother. One of her mentors has passed away, and only one brother is left, who is also on the sickbed. She couldn't speak. If her son didn't speak out, who else in the world could complain to her?
You go to find her and beg her as a weak person. In front of everyone, she is speechless. This is a disguised form of persecution and humiliation to her. "
When Wu's mother heard this, her heart suddenly sank when she thought of what Mo Lingfeng said about "bullying". She raised her hand that had just gained some strength and struck Wu Jin's cheek hard.
Wu Jin received this slap, and red marks immediately appeared on his face. Wu Yi, who had just brought the ginger soup to the door, was startled. The ginger soup almost fell to the ground. He held the bowl firmly and stepped back, wanting to go Wu's father came forward, but after taking two steps back, he felt that he should put down the ginger soup first.
When he was in a dilemma, Wu Jin turned to look at the door: "Second brother, bring in the ginger soup for grandma to drink."
"Oh," Wu Yi hurriedly walked into the house and carefully put down the ginger soup. Then he didn't dare to stay in the house and ran to the kitchen like flying.
Wu's mother didn't hold the bowl or speak, she just waited for Wu Jin to speak.
Wu Jin sobbed: "Mom, Miss Mo is only sixteen years old, as big as the second child. The second son is protected by his parents and has an elder brother to take care of him. Miss Mo is alone, guarding the border in the fortress, and finally comes back. How could you bear to stop her and damage her reputation?"
When Wu's mother heard that he kept talking about Miss Mo, her heart was fried and her eyes were filled with fire: "I am doing it for you!"
Wu Jin shook his head: "The son cannot convince his parents, which makes his mother suffer and work hard, and also causes disharmony in the family. There is resentment from time to time. This is all caused by the son's greed, anger and ignorance.
I can neither repay my parents for their kindness in raising me, nor can I go to pieces for my benefactor. Every moment, my heart is on fire, as if I am in an endless hell——"
"What are you going to do?"
"My son's sin is as serious as a mountain. I just hope that my mother will be favored by me and not go see Miss Mo again?"
"What if I see you?"
"The son can only repay his parents with money, and repay the Mo family with his talents and knowledge. When the time comes, he will give up this world of mortals, cut off his heart of love, hatred, anger and ignorance, and become a monk."
His eyes were firm. Wu's mother knew that he had never lied since he was a child. Once the words came out of his mouth, he would definitely do it. She looked at him, filled with despair, took the ginger soup and poured it all on Wu Jin.
This bowl of boiling ginger soup, poured on her beloved son, was her final venting of the matter, her last struggle. From this moment on, she accepted her fate.
She couldn't push this son to a dead end, that would be robbing her of her heart.
Wu Jin wiped his face, stood up, walked out of the door, and said to Wu Yi who was at a loss, "Second brother, pour me another bowl of ginger soup."
Wu Yi nodded casually and hurried to the kitchen.
Wu's father's hands were still oil and salt particles, and he was sitting crookedly on the stone steps - Wu Yi was so anxious that he carried Wu's father all the way over and put him here.
Wu Jin stepped forward to hug him, but he waved his hand: "Boss, I have something to tell you."
"Dad, the stone is cold."
"It'll be fine for a while."
Wu Jin still insisted on carrying him on her back and standing on the porch to make it easier for Wu's father to talk.
Father Wu looked at his son's wet crotch and temples, and said with tears: "Boss, I'm sorry for you. Dad failed to build up the family and made you suffer. Your mother has so little money and wants to be the head of the family. She has to live a hard life." She’s worn out like this, don’t blame her.”
"My son knows."
Wu Jin sent Wu's father back to his room, then returned to his own room, changed his clothes, took off his soaked turban, wiped his wet temples with a handkerchief, changed into a Tang towel, and grabbed a Tang towel when he went out. I picked up a piece of frozen snow, put it on my face, and arrived at Mo Mansion.
The lanterns swayed, and the fire flickered and flickered. The wind carried the sound of the firecrackers. I don’t know which children were competing to set off the firecrackers. The crackling sound sent the carefree heart and innocent joy to people. ear.
He met Mo Lingfeng.
Then he walked down three stone steps in one step, walked quickly to Mo Lingfeng, stretched out his hand upwards, and wanted to grab her hand. As soon as he lifted it up, he quickly put it down again.
He bowed and said, "Lingfeng, I'm sorry, my mother-in-law will never see you again."
Their faces were so close, so close that they could smell each other's scents. Originally, their scents should have blended together, with the same floral scent, but Wu Jin had a spicy scent.
Mo Lingfeng took a look and saw that there was still a red mark on the left side of Wu Jin's face.
Seeing that his temples were slightly wet and the corners of his eyes were red, he smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, I didn't suffer any loss."
She stepped inside and asked, "Will there be a firecracker this year?"
"It's already in the library."
Mo Lingfeng turned to Yin Nan and said, "Ask Yin Bei to come over and guard. You take them to set off fireworks. It will be lively."
Yin Nan glared at Wu Jin and walked away with long strides. (End of chapter)
