Mo Lingfeng brought a basket of cherries as a gift to Cheng Ting, hung it on his saddle, and rode to the Cheng Mansion.
She knocked on the door of the magistrate's office with familiarity. The doorman originally knew her, but now he looked at the gold collar several times before he quickly welcomed her in.
The Cheng family's maid led her all the way to Mrs. Cheng's main room in the backyard. As soon as she entered, she saw the eldest sister of the Cheng family was there. She immediately stood up straight and said a blessing to Mrs. Cheng: "Hello, sister-in-law."
As she saluted, she felt something was wrong in the atmosphere of the Cheng family. Mrs. Cheng's eyes were red, and the eldest sister of the Cheng family had a big belly that was almost ready to explode. She didn't know whether it was due to bloating or an overly large fetus.
The eldest brother-in-law sat aside, also very worried, but he was worried about the fetus in his belly. He was afraid that the little fetus would not be able to withstand the anger of the eldest sister of the Cheng family and would be born on the spot.
Mrs. Cheng took Mo Lingfeng's hand and sat down: "Lingfeng has grown much taller and has become more polite. I brought so many cherries."
She turned around and told the nanny beside her: "Put the cherries into the iceberg."
Mammy responded and went. Mrs. Cheng took a piece of crispy cake from the table and gave it to Mo Lingfeng: "I picked a lot of crispy cake in the kitchen today. It's very delicious. When did you come back? How is your brother?"
Mo Lingfeng took the cake and said, "My brother is fine this morning, but he is too tired. Li Yitie didn't allow me to disturb him."
She finished one in three mouthfuls and looked around: "Is Cheng Ting not here? I want to play with him."
As soon as these words came out, Mrs. Cheng's eyes turned red again: "This evil obstacle is really going to make me angry to death."
The eldest sister of the Cheng family immediately said: "He asked my father to be put in solitary confinement and he is making trouble in his yard. Don't worry about him. He is a careless thing. He is eighteen years old and he still doesn't know anything."
Mo Lingfeng nodded calmly - Cheng Ting loved to play, make trouble and get into trouble. She was not surprised if her skin became itchy after not being spanked for three days.
But this was the first time that Mrs. Cheng was so angry.
The eldest sister of the Cheng family was as fierce as ever, scolding with a livid face: "Lingfeng, you and San'er have known each other since childhood. Outsiders don't know what kind of thing he is. Don't you know? He is incompetent in writing, incompetent in martial arts, and can't eat anything."
Even shit can’t keep up with the heat. He made a few shady friends outside, and he considered himself a piece of cake!”
The eldest brother-in-law looked anxious when he saw her tongue shining brightly, and finally stretched out his hands to cover her big belly.
"What are you doing?" The eldest sister of the Cheng family shook off her eldest brother-in-law's hand.
The eldest brother-in-law sneered and served her tea: "I'm afraid it won't be good for the child."
"Go away!" The eldest sister of the Cheng family angrily put the tea cup on the table, "He really wants to marry a fairy, and the fairy must also like him!"
Mo Lingfeng vaguely understood that Cheng Ting was eighteen years old and was old enough to get married.
Mrs. Cheng sighed, feeling sad and angry at the same time: "Lingfeng, you can't imitate the third child in the future. You young people have never experienced or seen this life-long event, so how can we consider it as thoroughly as we do."
After hearing all the complaints, Mo Lingfeng said goodbye and went to Cheng Ting's "Wanle Residence".
Pang Dahai and four sturdy boys were guarding the entrance of the courtyard. When they saw Mo Lingfeng, Pang Dahai immediately showed a smile: "Mo"
Mo Lingfeng raised a finger, said "Shhh", and walked inside. The parrot hanging on the corridor immediately screamed when it saw her. Cheng Ting weakly scolded it: "Shut up, if it screams again, I'll kill you."
You send it to my uncle’s house to feed the dog.”
Mo Lingfeng walked to the door and looked inside. He saw Cheng Ting lying on the couch with his back stretched out. His clothes were rumpled. He was tall and strong, like a butcher dressed as a scholar.
She pulled her head back and said in a low voice: "Cheng Ting, my sister-in-law is here to see you."
"Sister-in-law?" Cheng Ting stood up from the couch with a sudden jerk, inserted his feet into his shoes quickly, reached out and pulled hard on his wrinkled skirt, and then reached out to get his hat. At the same time, he thought to himself: "Which sister-in-law?"
He put on his hat in confusion: "Isn't my sister-in-law dead?"
He couldn't help but shiver, his body trembled, he stretched out his neck and called out softly: "Sister-in-law?"
Then he saw Mo Lingfeng.
"You stinky bitch! I'm scaring you! What kind of sister-in-law are you!" He stretched out his hand and dragged Mo Lingfeng into the house. Half of the haze in his heart was gone, and he shouted at the door with a frown on his face, "
Dahai! Fat Dahai! Go to the kitchen to see what delicious food there is and bring it all to me."
He looked at Mo Leifeng and said "he's taller", then grabbed Mo Leifeng's wrist and said "not fat", then pushed Mo Leifeng in a circle and said "not fat anywhere", and after fiddling with it, he let
Mo Lingfeng sat down: "You still know how to come back."
He complained bitterly to Mo Lingfeng, saying that his family forced him to marry a wife, and he locked her up at home because he didn't want to marry. He also said that Wu Jin was one year older than him, so he didn't marry her either.
After Mo Lingfeng heard this, he immediately said, "Hai Dahai call Wu Jin. I'll have dinner at your place tonight. I brought cherries, and your mother put them in the ice pan and asked the kitchen to dig out the pits and pour the cheese on them."
"Sure." Cheng Ting loves liveliness and can't stay alone. If someone is with him, confinement naturally doesn't matter.
He salivated: "I asked Dahai to go outside to prepare a banquet, hang out under my uncle's tent, and eat roasted lamb."
After Mo Lingfeng heard this, he lowered his eyelids and said "hmm" emotionlessly.
Cheng Ting winked again: "Don't tell him you are back, let him be shocked."
When Wu Jin came, it was already the beginning of Youshi. He came out of the bookstore and went straight to Cheng Mansion. Outside Wan Le Ju, he slowly stepped in step by step. The courtyard was quiet, and the straight-edge windows of the partitions were open, revealing the inside.
Seeing a half-familiar figure, he suddenly stopped.
The parrot in the corridor screamed again, and the people in the cubicle turned around, revealing Mo Lingfeng's increasingly clear outline and face.
"Wu Jin." Mo Lingfeng immediately smiled and waved to him.
Wu Jin stood there with a slight smile and looked at Mo Lingfeng with all his strength. He saw that she was wearing a dark chrysanthemum patterned trousers that went down to her calves. Although she was still wearing a double bun, she was already slender.
figure.
Her expression was no longer innocent, but there was a brutal and murderous air between her brows, as if part of her innocence and softness had disappeared during the long war.
Mo Lingfeng saw that he was as tall as a jade mountain, his eyes were connected to his heart, he was magnanimous and firm, and the fear and panic in his heart dissipated a lot. Seeing that he was standing still, Mo Lingfeng leaned out of the window, but unexpectedly his head brushed against the window lattice and hit him.
She said "ouch" and a gardenia flower on her head fell off.
Wu Jin stepped forward to pick up the flower and handed it to Mo Lingfeng through the window. Mo Lingfeng took it in his hand and looked at it. He saw that the gardenia was injured and showed yellow creases, so he stopped wearing it.
Place it directly on the table.
She turned to look at Wu Jin's hands again, and saw that his hands had clear joints, hidden veins, and long fingers. However, they were very rough and covered with thick calluses. They were different from other scholars and showed a kind of silent hardship.