Mo Lingfeng listened to the old man tell a few jokes and laughed "haha" in the main store. His mouth with missing teeth opened, revealing a mouth of ugly teeth, his eyes were bent into crescents, and his voice was like a sweet and crisp big white pear.
Laugh so hard that you can swallow mountains and rivers.
She grew up with a wild temper. No one taught her to smile without showing her teeth. Many people in the store looked at her sideways, stabbed her with their eyes, and accused her of being shameless, but she was not upset - Mo Qianlan loved her powerfully.
, taking care of her so that she never cares about the people outside.
Wu Jin cleared the table in laughter, sent Mo Lingfeng back to Mo Mansion, watched her enter the door, and then turned to go home.
After entering the house, he concealed his tired face, took off his robe, and handed it to Wu's mother: "Mom, my sleeve is scratched here. Please help me mend it."
Wu's mother took the clothes, opened the sleeves and looked at them: "Tomorrow I will pull out a few feet of fine cloth and sew two new ones for you."
Wu Jin shook his head: "No need."
"It's getting hotter now, so I have to buy something." Wu's mother went to find a needle and thread. "I'll make it bigger for you. It can last for two more years."
"You can wear something when it's hot, but don't," Wu Jin thought in her mind that a piece of cloth is equivalent to a stone of food, and she didn't want to waste the money. "You haven't come back yet?"
Wu's mother raised her head and looked at the sky: "It's time to go back."
Just as he was talking, Wu Yi ran back sweating profusely: "Mom, look!"
He quickly stopped in front of Wu's mother. He didn't see Wu Jin. He just held up his hands, holding a sugar suanni in his palm. The sugar was white in color, flowing with pure white light under the sun, and the air was suddenly sprinkled with sugar.
A sweet smell.
"Liu Bowen gave it to me, mother. Liu Bowen's father is a member of the Communist Party of China. He is very good at business. Liu Bowen said he has everything at home!"
He retracted his hand, stuck out his tongue, and carefully licked the candy, then held it in his hand for a closer look: "Mom, it's so delicious."
Then, Wu Jin's strong voice sounded in front of him: "Why did Liu Bowen give you candy?"
Wu Yi was startled, and when he stretched his head, he saw Wu Jin standing in the yard, examining him and his candy.
He straightened his back and hunched over, his shoulders shrunk inward, and only his hands were holding the candy tightly, like a little doormat: "Brother, I, Liu Bowen and I had a good time."
Wu Jin looked at him silently.
He timidly walked in and said, "Liu Bowen and I are of the same mind. You have rich friends, and so do I. Some people give you candy, and of course some people give it to me. If you don't believe it, go and ask the teacher in the school."
, Anyway, I didn’t make a mistake.”
Wu Jin watched Wu Yi sit down on the porch, throw away his book bag, and lick a candy bar until it was completely changed. He knew something was wrong, but he had nowhere to ask, so he just kept it in his heart, so he went inside to see Wu's father.
"Dad, don't pick up beads at this time, it will hurt your eyes."
After removing the dustpan, he picked up Wu's father to relieve himself, and then took him out to sit and get some air. He walked to the water tank to scoop out water. When he saw that the water in it had bottomed out, he went to pick up the bucket and planned to fetch water from the square well.
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When he came back from carrying water, he took Wu Yi to sell cakes.
As soon as he opened the door, he saw a boy in short brown clothes standing outside, with large and small packages piled up at his feet. When he saw Wu Jin opening the door, he quickly handed over his hand: "Master Wu, I was about to knock on the door, but you came out unexpectedly.
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"Da Dahai, just call me Wu Jin. Why are you here?" Wu Jin put down the bucket and pole and asked him to come in. "Come in and talk. Is there something wrong with your young master?"
This boy is Cheng Ting's servant, because when he was in the dental clinic, he had an unusually big belly for some reason, and his head and feet were thin and pointed at both ends. Cheng Ting found him strange, so he bought him and named him "
Fat Sea".
When Cheng Ting first came to Zhouxue, he often called him, so many people in Zhouxue knew him.
Fatty Sea has now grown into a long and thin strip, but it is still called by this name.
"It's not the young master, it's the master." Dahai bent down and picked up the greased paper packets one by one, and then went in with all his strength, looking for a table to put it on, but he didn't see it, so he put it on the ground again.
Through the oil paper bag, Wu Jin smelled the smell of medicine.
When Wu Yi heard the movement, he stood close to the wall, his greedy eyes shining.
Dahai was clever. Since he called Wu Jin "young master", he respectfully paid homage to Wu's father and Wu's mother.
Wu's mother saw that Dahai's clothes and shoes were better than those of ordinary people. She guessed which family he belonged to, so she got up and moved a stool for him. She politely invited him to sit down without any flattery.
I don’t want to sit in the sea, and I don’t want tea. I just left after talking.
He was very articulate and explained the whole story quickly.
It turned out that the people of the Mo family were very measured in their actions. Twenty sticks only caused Cheng Ting's skin to be torn apart, but not his muscles or bones. It was just a bloody mess, which looked horrifying.
After hearing what Mo's servant said, Magistrate Cheng was so angry that he wanted to beat him again, but Cheng Ting opened his eyes at this time.
He said to his father angrily: "Dad, the Mo family has a servant named Wu Jin. I have caused trouble for him. Go and save him."
Magistrate Cheng sighed, stopped beating his son, and went to Mo's house without stopping. When he learned that Wu Jin was fine, he turned around and asked Mrs. Cheng to pick up a few gifts and send them over.
Dahai handed over his hand and said, "Master Wu, these are ordinary things. Don't dislike them. Be sure to accept them."
Wu Jin also thanked him and sent him out of the street. When he came back, he saw Wu Yi moving things and Wu's mother looked very bad.
"Aunt..."
Wu's mother walked up to Wu Jin and looked at his face carefully. She saw that his face was pale and his eyes were bloodshot. His gray scarf was stained with a yellow-green color, as if there was moss somewhere.
Squeezing Wu Jin's hand again, it was as cold as iron.
She choked with sobs: "Boss, how did those clothes get damaged?"
Wu Jin waved his hand: "It's really scratched."
Mother Wu wiped away her tears: "Young Master Cheng is so powerful that he was beaten by others. How could you escape? You still hid it from us."
Wu Jin saw that his father was also sullen, and he smiled calmly: "Of course I also received a few harsh words, but it doesn't matter, there is no one in the world who can't accept any grievance.
Furthermore, I was also at fault for what happened today. I am the oldest in the school, and I still messed around with them and caused trouble. I am also responsible."
After hearing this, Wu's father felt uncomfortable and sighed. He only regretted that his legs were disabled and he could not let his son study with peace of mind.
"Second brother, go clean up the cake basket. When I come back, I will go out and sell cakes." Wu Jin took up the burden of the bucket again.
Wu Yi was unpacking the oil paper package when he heard Wu Jin calling him, so he quickly agreed and ran out.
Wu Jin came back from carrying water, sent Wu's father back to the house, and went out to sell cakes. She was very busy, and Wu's mother tidied the house before sitting down to mend her clothes.
The sky was dim and she looked hard, but she still didn't light the lamp. There was a lot of noise outside. After working outside for a day and suffering from the weather, she spread all her resentment on this street and in her own home.
Their family was the only one that was quiet, because Wu Jin never complained or blamed anyone. He shouldered everything on his own shoulders and was a very good child.
This is all due to their incompetence as parents.
After patching it up, she suddenly burst into tears, hating God for only bullying the poor.