Cheng Ting served a bowl of roasted mutton, which finally made Wu Jin put down his pen and go to the wing to eat.
There was a camphor wood table and chairs in the ear room. The table was filled with steam and the aroma was fragrant. Mo Lingfeng was sitting on the chair, holding a piece of steamed cake in his hand and chewing it carefully.
Wu Jin pulled out the chair and sat down on her right side. Before he picked up the bowls and chopsticks, Mo Lingfeng suddenly stopped talking, broke the steamed cake apart, stretched out his arms, and handed it to Wu Jin's mouth: "Jujube paste"
Yes, delicious.”
Wu Jin quickly waved his hand: "You eat..."
However, when he opened his mouth to speak, Mo Lingfeng had already forced the steamed cake into his mouth: "Eat it yourself, don't hide it and go home."
Wu Jin paused for a moment. He didn't expect that Mo Lingfeng would know about him hiding the candies by the river. He still remembered it in his heart. He felt soft in his heart and smiled at Mo Lingfeng: "Yes, I know."
Mo Lingfeng retracted his hand and only exerted force on the steamed cake, biting all the way from the edge of the cake to eat the sweet jujube paste filling inside.
Also on the table were very soft roasted mutton, fish meatballs, tofu soup, and two plates of very delicious bream.
The three of them sat down to eat. Cheng Ting had a good tooth and didn't like overly soft mutton, and he didn't like the jujube filling in the steamed cakes. He tore off the sides of the steamed cakes and ate a few bites, then sighed at the other dishes.
I finished the meal very pickily.
Wu Jin said nothing and just ate. After eating, he put down his bowl and chopsticks and immediately got up to practice calligraphy.
Mo Lingfeng and Cheng Ting were bored, so they gathered together to play the xun and the piano, and they wanted to play a song "Spring Water Jingle".
Wu Jin silently listened to the "clang", "bang" and "bang" of the spring water. It was as if the spring water exploded into a mountain torrent, which was scary and sad. After listening patiently for a while, he concentrated on practicing calligraphy and ignored any sound.
They are all floating in the distance.
Zhao Shiheng did not enter Jiusixuan again until classes were over at Youshi.
He did not check his homework, but just wrote a line of small words on the paper, running his Qi through it like a pearl, and put it on Mo Lingfeng's desk for the three of them to circulate.
What is written on the paper is this sentence: Those who scratch all things are not as quick as the wind.
Mo Lingfeng didn't know so many words, so she turned to look at Wu Jin, who read it to her in a low voice.
Zhao Shiheng asked: "What do you think in this world can be like the wind, making everything bend?"
Mo Lingfeng answered in a loud voice: "It's sugar! Uncle, sugar! The teeth are so hard, sugar even makes them break!"
Cheng Ting opened his mouth and laughed "haha" twice. When he realized that Zhao Shiheng was also there, his laughter stopped with a "haha" and he buried his head in deep thought.
Wu Jin did not answer. Countless answers came to mind, but they all sank again.
After a while, he stood up and looked at Zhao Shiheng: "Sir, the student thought it was smooth."
"Oh?" Zhao Shiheng looked at him with a smile, "Why?"
Wu Jin replied: "This statement comes from the "Shuo Gua Zhuan". In the Book of Changes, the wind is Xun. The two winds are in harmony. The wind is constant and penetrates everywhere. A gentleman acts according to the destiny, just like the wind entering things, reaching everywhere and everywhere.
Not going well.”
Cheng Ting opened his mouth like a retard, completely forgetting that he had also taken the "Yi" class, and thought to himself, what is this talking about?
"From the book meaning, yes," Zhao Shiheng smiled, walked to Wu Jin, and tapped his heart with his finger, "But what I want to ask is not the book meaning, what I want to ask is the wind in your heart, you
What kind of wind do you want to make everything bend for you?"
Wu Jin looked confused.
Cheng Ting's eyes showed clear stupidity.
"There is no need to answer now," Zhao Shiheng casually walked to Mo Lingfeng, took her thin palm and led her out, "The answer may be available now, or it may not be available until many years later, but as soon as the answer appears, you will die.
I will pursue it throughout my life.”
Then he walked out without looking back: "It's gone."
Mo Lingfeng became lively like a little bird, and said in a high-pitched voice: "Uncle, go to my brother's place."
"He has a headache. You follow my uncle and he will teach you how to play the xun."
"Okay," Mo Lingfeng said without being pushy, "Uncle, my brother is my Feng, right?"
"Right."
The one-day course ended like this.
Cheng Ting caught the big yellow dog and took it home. One person and one dog were separated at both ends of the rope, like a wide-mouthed bowl with the big head up.
Outside the corner gate, three friends were waiting for him - and the money in his bag. The four of them were collectively called the Four Gentlemen of Kuanzhou, and they were discussing where to go to eat and drink.
The four gentlemen and the dog rolled away, and Wu Jin saw Yin Bei at the corner gate.
Yin Bei knew that he was in trouble at home, so he went to the accounting office and paid him a month's worth of money.
Wu Jin took the three small pieces of silver, thanked him and said goodbye, but did not go home. Instead, he went to the bookstore to read pens.
He wanted to replace the chicken quill pen he was using.
The bookstore is fully stocked with pens, inks, paper and inkstones, and a collection of essays from this spring has been published. Students are rushing to circulate it, and many people have made an appointment to buy a copy together and copy it.
Wu Jin only looked at pens and wanted to buy a Sanzhuo pen. After asking the store, the lowest-quality Sanzhuo pen cost a hundred yuan.
One hundred coins can buy two kilograms of salt, and if you add more, you can buy one stone of rice.
He thought about it again and again, but still didn't buy it. He walked out for about thirty steps, then returned to the bookstore, picked up the pen and looked at it again and again.
The pen hair is suitable for hardness and softness. It is a combination of sheep hair and rabbit hair. It is tightly bundled and not easy to fall apart.
The shopkeeper saw that he really liked it, so he gave him five cents less.
When he left the bookshop, he was still empty-handed.
When we returned to Shishi Street, it was even later than usual. Many people on Shishi Street who were working for a living at the night market were pouring out carrying burdens and cauldrons. Everyone was dusty, as if countless people suddenly poured out of Kuanzhou City.
mouse.
"Brother Jin is back!"
"Brother Jin, you really don't want to study anymore? What are you going to do...become a book boy?"
"It's good not to read. Poor people are not destined to study."
"Being a book boy for a wealthy family is not a good thing. A little bit of it from the master will be enough for us to chew for half a year."
After the neighbors saw Wu Jin, they suddenly became enthusiastic, as if Wu Jin had suddenly rolled into the mud, and was about to be covered in filth and stench, and he was in the same world as them.
Wu Jin didn't defend himself, he just said hello one by one, then returned to the street corner to get out of the way. After all the mice came out of the hole, he also rolled back into the mouse hole.
As soon as he entered the door, he saw the little mouse Wu Yi kneeling in the courtyard, his face red from crying. He raised his head and saw Wu Jin and started crying: "Brother..."
Mother Wu came out of the kitchen and shouted: "It's useless to call Bodhisattva! Kneel down!"
Wu Yi shivered and lowered his head, not daring to say a word.
"Auntie," Wu Jin went to scoop out water to wash her hands, opened the cake basket and took a look. Seeing that the basket of cakes was barely moving, she asked, "What's going on?"
Wu's mother's face turned ashen with anger: "He is a thief! When he went out to sell cakes, he secretly took out twenty coins. When I chased him out, he spent it all and bought candies! The cake cages and shelves were all left aside.
!”
The more she talked, the angrier she became. She picked up the cane and hit Wu Yi on the back.
Wu Yi cried loudly in pain and called for help, but he looked on without saying anything.
When Wu's mother stopped, Wu Jin said: "Mom, please go into the house, I will discuss something with you and dad."
After that, he helped Wu Jin walk into the house. Wu Jin agreed, thinking that he had received a pardon, and stood up. Unexpectedly, Wu Jin turned around and said in a cold voice: "Kneel down."