When returning home, Wu's mother was picking pearls in the courtyard in front of the sky for the people in the pearl shop. Wu Yi had not returned from selling cakes.
Wu Jin chatted with his mother, and seeing that the sun was still quite good, he went into the house and picked up Wu's father from the bed.
Along with the loss of two legs, Wu's father also lost all his strength. His originally strong body shrank, and his skin, flesh, muscles and bones were tightly connected together, and he weighed only a cage of pancakes.
Although the weight is not heavy, it is laborious to pack it into shape.
Wu Jin put Wu's father on the toilet and waited for Wu's father to urinate. He quickly wiped Wu's body, dressed him, cleaned his face and combed his hair, placed him on a chair covered with quilts, and finally moved the chair and the chair to the sun.
under.
After so much trouble, he was sweating all over. He didn't have time to wash off, so he took the article, sat next to his father and recited it carefully.
When the sun went down, he moved Wu's father back into the house and read with his father in the dim light.
When Wu Yi came back, there were only a few sugar cakes left in the cake basket. He unloaded the cake basket, went to the kitchen for a walk, and then came in happily to find Wu Jin: "Brother, there is meat today!"
Wu's mother brought in steamed buns with mixed noodles and a basin of broth: "Let's see how greedy you are."
Wu Jin put down the book, scooped soup and meat for Wu's father, took two steamed buns and let him eat in peace, while she scooped a bowl of vegetable soup and ate it slowly.
After eating, he put Wu's father on the bed and said while covering him with a quilt: "Dad, when I save some money, I will find a carpenter to build a scooter, and then I will push you out for a spin."
Wu's father stretched out his hand like a dead branch and squeezed Wu Jin's palm hard: "Boss, I don't need a wheelbarrow. You study hard and wait until the exam is over. What kind of car will dad take?"
Wu Jin nodded: "Yes, I know everything."
"You are more sensible than the second child. This family will depend on you from now on." A ray of light burst out from Wu's father's cloudy eyes, clearly piercing Wu Jin's heart.
Wu Jin just nodded, but his heart felt like it was being weighed down by a big stone and he couldn't breathe.
There weren't many cakes made today, so he didn't have to go to Yuhua Street to sell them, so he immersed himself in studying and memorized "The University" by heart.
After Wu Yi fell asleep, he put down his book, spread out his pen and ink, and wrote today's diary.
"On March 21, the 20th year of Yuan Zhang, the sky was clear and clear. In the afternoon, I went to Mo Mansion to deliver Yuqian cakes. I saw that Mo Lingfeng was innocent and innocent. He was the same age as his younger brother and had never been enlightened.
When I was young, I went home, memorized "The Great Learning", and read "The Doctrine of the Mean", and received my father's earnest instructions. I felt panic-stricken in my heart, fearing that my talent would be dull and I would fail my parents' deep kindness and high hopes, so I didn't dare to slack off for a moment."
Putting away his pen and ink, he covered Wu Yi with a quilt, turned off the lamp, and fell asleep.
At the same time, Mo Mansion was burning lights to continue the day.
The Mo brothers and sisters came back from a banquet. Mo Qianlan drank too much and was in a daze. He was so panicked that he didn't know where he was. He only felt that dangers were everywhere. He wished he could hide Mo Lingfeng in his belly and never show it to anyone, so he didn't dare to let her
Go back to your "long-term residence" and spend your days only in the study.
The study room is an old and solemn place. It sits alone on the right side of the Mo Mansion. It is large and deep, with scattered flowers and trees. The bookshelves are more than seven feet high, and each shelf extends out. The vast sea of books covers hundreds of years of the Mo family.
The twins Yin Bei and Yin Nan were sitting outside the door, one eating and drinking with a smile, the other yawning coldly and saying nothing.
In the study room, Mo Qianlan was sitting in the Taishi chair with chairs, wearing an indigo blue t-shirt, listening to Mo Lingfeng sing.
Mo Lingfeng drank a bowl of sweet fruit wine, her face and lips were red, and she sat cross-legged. The colorful chairs surrounding her made her look even younger and fairer.
After playing with the xun for a long time, she thought that Mo Qianlan had a headache, so she stopped playing. She just hummed softly in her mouth, her voice was sweet, her long eyes were half-closed, and her body was swaying.
Mo Qianlan pinched the roots of the mountain, and after listening to it, she said softly: "Ah Gu, sing it again."
"No singing." Mo Lingfeng straightened his legs, got off the chair, and yawned like a sleepy kitten, "I'm going to sleep."
Mo Qianlan was suspicious and frightened, so he threatened her: "Brother, my heart hurts."
Sure enough, as soon as he heard that his heart hurt, Mo Lingfeng immediately climbed onto the chair again and stared at him with burning eyes.
Mo Qianlan stretched out her arms, pulled Mo Lingfeng into his arms, and patted her back: "Brother, I will sing to you."
He closed his eyes and spoke: "The story that Mo Qianlan sang today is a model for a child from a poor family to rise to the top. It is called "The Breeze Blows Through the Purple Cloud Pavilion", but it is just a stroke of green ink.
Crossing heavy mountains, the spring breeze is triumphant and the horses' hooves are rushing..."
Mo Qianlan could be heard murmuring outside the house, followed by a melodious tone. Although it was a man's voice, it was still full of joy.
Mo Lingfeng closed her eyes and fell asleep. She was not deep in sleep, but she was still distracted to listen to this bizarre story. I don't know how long it took, but Mo Qianlan, who had been patting her rhythmically, suddenly stopped and tried his best to touch her.
He placed his head in the chair beside him and suddenly fell over.
"Brother!" Mo Lingfeng suddenly woke up, jumped down from the chair, and looked at Mo Qianlan. Mo Qianlan clenched his teeth, and after a brief spasm, he fell into coma.
Yin Nan and Yin Bei rushed in. Mo Lingfeng squatted on the ground with tears streaming down his face. He grabbed Mo Qianlan's hand and shouted, "Call the doctor! Call Uncle Zhao!"
A quarter of an hour later, Mo Qianlan woke up with a pale face. He spat out the blood from his bite. He took the tea handed over by Zhao Shiheng and rinsed his mouth. He looked at Li Yitie and said, "Is it still the Zaoxin loess?"
Li Yitie nodded: "You haven't had epilepsy for four years. I didn't expect it to be so dangerous once it happened. The five internal organs were damaged to the core and it is difficult to nurse them back to health. They can only be warmed up first."
After that, he sat down and prescribed the prescription.
Mo Lingfeng stood by the table and stood on tiptoe to watch. After reading the three words "Long Fu Gan", he looked away - he didn't quite recognize the words on it.
Li Yitie opened the prescription, and Zhao Shiheng took the prescription and went out with him, as if he still had something to say.
Yin Nan and Yin Bei were standing outside the door, and the servants were all performing their duties, neither busy nor idle.
Only the Mo brothers and sisters were left in the room. Mo Lingfeng walked to the bed, wiped off his shoes, climbed on the bed, rolled on Mo Qianlan's chest, and then cried out with a "Wow": "Brother..."
Her drowsiness disappeared, and she cried unreservedly in her childish voice, with tears streaming down her face.
"I was scared to death...I thought you were dead...brother..."
Mo Qianlan let her wipe her tears and nose on his clothes, and held her in his arms to comfort her: "Brother is fine. He just drank too much and fell. How could he die so easily?"
Mo Lingfeng was choking in his arms, and Mo Qianlan was dizzy and had no strength: "I still want to watch you grow up."
He wanted to say something more, but his eyelids refused to obey him and fell heavily. His throat seemed to be filled with cotton and he couldn't make any sound. In the end, he could only pat her with all his strength and fell asleep.
Mo Lingfeng waited for a moment, stretched out a finger and put it under Mo Qianlan's nose. After making sure that he was just asleep, he got up and stared at Mo Qianlan for a while, then climbed out of bed, put on his shoes and went out.
opened the door.
The maids and maids who were standing in the yard swarmed in and followed her back to her long-term residence.