Three people with three temperaments are like three completely different flowers and plants blooming together in Jiusixuan in midsummer.
Every brick, every tile, every beam in this mansion calmly opened its arms to embrace them in its shadow.
Who is in the urn?
Or is everyone in a urn?
Qi Chang, a little insect, brought water and a handkerchief. Cheng and Mo washed their hands and wiped their faces, then sat down to enjoy the coolness and tranquility of early summer.
There are towering old trees outside the house, cutting the skylight, making the hot sunlight circle, bright and dark, quietly falling to the ground, and cutting the summer wind, making the wind soft and weak.
Mo Lingfeng reached out to touch Xun.
Wu Jin stretched out his long fingers and handed the peach in his hand over: "Eat the peach."
The sound of her xun blowing was so lifeless that those who listened to it were heartbroken, but it was better not to listen.
Mo Lingfeng forgot about the xun, took the peach, and continued to eat it making a "clicking" sound.
Cheng Ting slumped in his chair and also tried hard on Tao Zi: "Yes, stop blowing. Just because you blow the xun, the land in Mo Mansion is worthless. There are rumors outside that this place is haunted."
Mo Lingfeng immediately turned around, stretched out his arm and slapped him on the head. The slap sounded loudly and with great force.
Cheng Ting retaliated with a peach in his mouth, raised his fist, and hit Mo Lingfeng moderately.
The fist fell on Mo Lingfeng. Wu Jin saw Mo Lingfeng staggering and felt pain for her. She quickly stood in the middle to stop the two of them from fighting like novices.
Cheng Ting bared his teeth at her across Wu Jin: "There will be a horse race tomorrow, you just wait and get ashes."
Tomorrow, during the ten-day holiday, they made an appointment to go to the pasture to ride horses and learn how to compete.
After saying that, he tilted his head and looked at Mo Lingfeng: "Are you going or not?"
Mo Lingfeng nodded: "Go."
When the Youshi hour arrived, Wu Jin left Mo's house and returned to the cake shop to help with the work. Cheng Ting took away the spring vase and begonia flowers from Mo's house and tried to give them to Xu Huiran, while Mo Lingfeng went to the central hall.
The nave is bright and not as cool as Jiusixuan, but the windows are still covered with thick paper and have not been replaced with screen windows or bamboo curtains.
The cool breeze blows into the house, with pink walls on both sides, wisteria growing up from the edge of the wood and hanging down from the ceiling-like flower stand. The branches are twisted and twisted, the leaves are green, and the mother-in-law is whistling. It is quiet everywhere.
The door and window were wide open, and Mo Qianlan and Zhao Shiheng were playing chess, whispering about the banditry in Jiaxian County. Mo Lingfeng jumped into the threshold, and the two of them naturally stopped talking and looked at her.
"elder brother!"
Mo Lingfeng ran into the house and lowered her head to see a bowl of mung bean water to relieve the heat in front of Mo Qianlan. She leaned over and took a sip. However, the water was neither sweet nor ice-cold, and had no taste. She sipped it twice and drank it.
No more drinking.
She crawled into Mo Qianlan's arms, curled up into a small ball on his body, and stretched out her head to look at the chessboard.
Mo Qianlan hugged her with one hand and touched her head and neck with the other. His palms immediately felt wet - Mo Lingfeng was afraid of heat, and she was sweating after walking through Jiusixuan.
While Mo Lingfeng was watching chess, he informed Mo Qianlan: "Brother! I'm going horseback riding with Wu Jin tomorrow!"
Mo Qianlan picked up a white seed and dropped it casually. She sniffed the scent of Mo Lingfeng's hair and said, "No, can my brother take you to see a variety show?"
He did not dare to let Mo Lingfeng leave his sight again.
Mo Lingfeng is his bones, his flesh, his blood, and his eyes. The three realms are like a house on fire. Only by seeing Mo Lingfeng can he feel at ease.
Moreover, he had worked hard on his aunts for two years and achieved nothing. Mo Lingfeng was the only child of the Mo family.
Thousands of trees are planted on the ground, but one seedling is precious.
It is so precious that everyone can detect her uniqueness.
Mo Lingfeng rarely wanted to go out. When he heard the word "no", he angrily got off his lap, clenched a small fist and beat Mo Qianlan hard: "I want to go!"
Zhao Shiheng quickly put down the sunspot in his hand, stood up and hugged her: "Lingfeng, you can't hit your brother."
Mo Lingfeng pursed her lips sadly - she had almost lost her freedom in the past two years and had never run a horse once.
With some tears in her eyes, she walked out dejectedly, squatting alone under the flower stand to play with a bamboo horse she had played with before.
Seeing her being so unhappy, Mo Qianlan became dejected.
He stood up and walked over to Mo Lingfeng, and saw that her eyes were half-closed, her face glowed with red clouds, her lips were red and moist, and she still had a bit of the temperament of a cub, with all her joy, anger, sorrow, and joy floating in her eyes.
"Ah Gu," he reached out and took her whole into his arms, carried her back to the house, and put her on the chair, "Little dog, my brother will take you to horse racing tomorrow."
He was weak and weak, so he walked carefully, thinking that if the puppy continued to grow and grew into a big dog, he would not be able to hold it.
"No." Mo Lingfeng shook his head, knowing that Mo Qianlan could no longer run away.
Last year, Mo Qianlan suffered from epilepsy while riding a horse. Fortunately, the horse did not run very fast and only hurt his head and face. Since then, Li Yitie has not allowed him to ride a horse again.
"It's okay, I'll ride slowly. Is it hot?"
Mo Lingfeng still shook his head: "It's hot, I'll go back and play the xun."
Seeing how pitiful she was, Mo Qianlan's heart suddenly felt as if a big hand had squeezed her hard. He didn't know how to love her, so he stretched out his hand to touch her sweaty head: "Just blow here,
I'll ask someone to bring ice."
Mo Lingfeng lowered her limbs and drooped her head. She sat next to Zhao Shiheng, took out the Tao Xun and started blowing "Woo Wu". Zhao Shiheng listened attentively and corrected her breath from time to time.
The ice basin was brought in and placed in the corner. The icebergs gathered in the basin, falling into pieces and dying. The air-conditioning spread out in the room, rising from the ground. Mo Qianlan got closer and immediately took a blow.
Chills.
The sound of the xun was very harsh, but it was like celestial music in his ears. He quietly ordered someone to fetch a bowl of iced cheese and brought it to the table.
The green bowl contained iced cheese. As soon as it came out of the ice bowl, dense water droplets gathered around the bowl, gradually forming a line and hanging down on the table.
When Mo Lingfeng saw the ice cheese, he put down the xun, reached out and picked up the spoon, and took a spoonful into his mouth.
The cheese was sweet and sour, the cherries were sweet, and it was cold in the mouth. She finally showed a smile and became a beaming child again, with dark eyes shining brightly: "Brother, it's delicious."
Mo Qianlan smiled and felt goosebumps all over his body.
Zhao Shiheng looked on without sympathy. He thought that Mo Qianlan had brought it upon himself - he loved his sister too much and stopped eating because of choking.
Mo Lingfeng ate a bowl of iced cheese and restrained herself from eating it. She no longer brought up the subject of horse racing. She took a sip of tea, took the xun and blew it all the way back to Changsui Residence.
The next day, Mo Qianlan got up early, dressed neatly, and ordered Yin Bei and Zhao Shiheng to follow him, preparing to take Mo Lingfeng to ride a horse.
Unexpectedly, he waited and waited, but did not see Mo Lingfeng. He only waited for the bad news from the nanny - Mo Lingfeng ran away, leaving behind a look of big words with claws and teeth: "I am going to horse racing outside the city, Yin Nan is following me."
I, my brother, am a coward."
Mo Qianlan was so shocked that she almost fell ill on the spot.
Fortunately, Yin Nan is following.
He folded up the large and lively calligraphy, put it into his arms close to his body, turned around and walked into the courtyard. The long-term residence was silent, as if everyone had abandoned him.