The wild grass was vast, and the warm wind was blowing on their faces, blowing away the hot sweat all over their bodies.
Wu Jin lost strength, threw away the pole, sat down on the grass, and wiped the sweat off his face.
Mo Lingfeng also sat down. She looked at Wu Jin and saw him bending his waist and knees, resting his elbows on his knees, hanging his head, panting heavily, and his forehead and temples were all wet with sweat.
After taking a deep breath, he raised his hands, took off the wooden hairpin and put it on his thigh. He grabbed his hair with one hand and kept combing it from bottom to top with the other hand. Finally, he freed his hand and carefully tied it with the wooden hairpin.
hair.
Without a headscarf, it was inevitable that some hair would be blown off, and soon it would become wet with sweat.
He smoothed the short brown hair on his body again, and a drop of sweat fell on the back of his hand, blurring out the blood spatter on the back of his hand. He had nowhere to wipe it, so he could only wipe it hard with his thumb to completely disperse the dazzling blood stain.
Mo Lingfeng pulled off two big leaves and asked him to wipe his hands: "It's okay."
Wu Jin took it and rubbed it twice: "What happened?"
Mo Lingfeng explained: "It's Jin Lu. He couldn't steal the blueprint of the Fengfeng Knife. He got a knife from somewhere, split it apart, and wanted to take it out. With the Fengfeng Knife, Jin Lu's Iron Buddha is
It doesn’t work anymore.”
After saying that, she stretched out a hand and held Wu Jin tightly.
Her palms were thin and soft, sweaty and cold, as if a net had been stretched out and wrapped around Wu Jin calmly.
She saw Wu Jin rescuing people, and she also saw Wu Jin walking towards her desperately, breaking through all whirlpools, and standing firmly in front of her with the determination of a moth flying into a flame.
This person is so clean. A person who walked out of the mud has not been contaminated by any filth.
So at this moment, she made up her mind that if she liked Wu Jin and wanted Wu Jin, she had to be Wu Jin!
She asked him: "You are a scholar, why don't you run away by yourself?"
Wu Jin slowly relaxed: "What about you, are you a martial artist?"
Mo Lingfeng smiled brightly: "Yes, I am Mo Dutou now."
Wu Jin also smiled.
"Will you go in spring next year?"
"Um."
"Why did you get the honor?"
Wu Jin was silent for a long time and replied: "I want my family to live a good life, and I also want... why do you suddenly ask this?"
Mo Lingfeng said: "You finish."
Wu Jin just thought that she was trying to make him less afraid, so he took a deep breath and answered slowly: "I have read a lot of newspapers in recent years and also seen some things in the court. Take the border issue as an example.
, some people advocate war, and some people advocate peace."
A black stork suddenly flew out of the grass, and Wu Jin's eyes followed it subconsciously: "No matter which faction they belong to, they are almost always fighting. When it comes to standing positions, masters, disciples, and subordinates are fighting with each other. There is no one."
Really thinking about the war - maybe, but it was drowned out."
A drop of rain fell on the tip of his nose, but he ignored it and confided to Mo Lingfeng: "I want to take care of the people and let everyone in the country see the backbone and integrity of the literati."
"What if it can't be done?"
"Then give it a try."
It is like a god who can see fire but still wants to enter the mortal world for a while.
Mo Lingfeng faced the rain and looked at the black stork flying overhead, hesitating for a moment.
She knew why she hesitated. Wu Jin had great ambitions. Even if he would be frustrated by the officialdom in the future, he should spread his wings once instead of just breaking his wings and trapping him in Kuanzhou.
She thought it would be better if he didn't have great ambitions, so that she could confidently use tricks, tactics, command him, control him, and let him join Mo Mansion alone and become a member of Mo Mansion.
Think again, think again.
"Let's go." Mo Lingfeng let go of his hand and stood up, "Were you afraid just now?"
Wu Jin replied: "Afraid."
But I still have to go to Mo Lingfeng, even if I am afraid, I will go even if it is useless.
The continuous drizzle fell smoothly, diluting the chaos just now, everything became hazy and moist, the black stork gently fluttered its wings in the grass, and the racecourse became soft and fresh again.
Everything was silent, the two of them didn't speak anymore, they just walked back in silence.
They walked back quickly. Mo Lingfeng let go of Wu Jin's hand and watched a corpse being moved over in front of him. The clothes were rubbing on the ground. The corpse was soft and heavy.
Yin Nan rushed back over the wall, and when he saw that Mo Lingfeng was safe and sound, his tense body softened.
Chang Long ran over and told Mo Lingfeng that he could not survive. Mo Lingfeng turned around and said goodbye to Wu Jin, and hurried back to the fortress with Chang Long.
Wu Jin stayed where he was and didn't move for a long time.
The smell of blood was soaked in the rain, and the people trembled and hid in the city, not daring to come to the racecourse. The war and death they had deliberately avoided unfolded before their eyes without warning.
He found the discarded baskets, one of which had been broken into eight pieces. He picked up the intact one and put it back home with the pole. He cleaned it up, went to the bakery to report that it was safe, so as not to worry his parents, and then hurried to the bookstore to make some.
Book hug.
When he came out of the bookstore at Youshi, he was so hungry that he bought a new basket on the roadside, ran back to the cake shop, ate two yellow cornmeal buns, and put steamed cakes in the basket.
Wu Yi carried the empty cake basket and rushed back: "Brother!"
He slammed the empty cake basket on the ground with a "dong" sound: "Are you okay? I heard that something happened at the racecourse and several people died!"
"It's okay," Wu Jin covered the flower cloth, "When you are selling cakes, stay away from the racecourse, and be smarter when encountering Qiang people."
Wu Yi took a bowl of water from Wu's mother's hand and drank it with a "gudonggudong" sound: "Brother, don't go to the racecourse to sell cakes. I won't sell them today. How about you go pick elm coins? Let's eat some."
Wu's mother slapped him on the head: "I just know how to eat, and if I don't sell cakes, go drink the northwest wind!"
Wu Yi covered his head and jumped up: "Mother!"
Father Wu was sitting on a scooter picking up pebbles from the candies. He hit him hard and said sternly: "Sell cakes. Do you want your elder brother to do your own thing?"
One father and one mother worked non-stop day and night, making them old and thin, with rickets on their backs. They made themselves into a pair of copper-skinned iron bones, shielding them from the wind, frost, rain and snow outside, and covering up the pain and fatigue inside.
Wu Yi let out an aggrieved "hum" and put cakes into the steamer. At the same time, he picked out a fried fried cake and ate it in three bites. Then he squatted down and patted the steamer.
Wu's mother helped him put a shoulder on his shoulder, and then gave him a shoulder: "Come back early, it's not peaceful outside."
"Know."
Wu Jin also walked out with a basket, and the two brothers, one to the left and the other to the right, began to sell cakes.
Because of the turmoil at the racecourse today, there were few people on the street. Wu Jin's cake sales were not going well. He wandered around Yuhua Street for two hours without selling anything. Finally, someone in a swallow shop wanted to eat the cakes, so he sold all the cakes.
.
He walked back with the empty basket and saw a big elm tree at the corner of the street. There were many fresh money strings on the top. He put down the basket, took off his outer shirt, made a bag, tied it diagonally around his waist, and put his hands on it.
He leaned on the tree trunk, with his feet on the left and right, and jumped up with all his strength.
My younger brother is more sensible and is already thirteen years old. It is the time when his stomach is never full. If you want to eat some Yuqian cakes, just make them.