The snow continued to fall, and Mo Lingfeng was silent for a long time. It was not until the servants brought in the charcoal fire that he suddenly said: "Uncle, you taught us that 'the one who touches everything is not as fast as the wind.' You also asked us what the wind is. I know, the wind
It’s a right.”
Zhao Shiheng glanced at her in surprise: "Why?"
Mo Lingfeng said seriously: "Power is a sword. Only when you have a sharp sword in your hand can you draw your sword and draw a net, so that the oriole can fly."
"Yes," Zhao Shiheng nodded, facing the student who was the first to answer his question, "We are all oriole in the emperor's net."
"So is Wu Jin."
"No, Wu Jin is only in your net. He will also hold a sharp sword in the future. Whether he can break through the net depends on you."
The tea went cold, and the room became as cold as the outside, no different from the hearts of everyone in the Mo Mansion. The entire Mo Mansion was silent and silent in this dark night, the red railings and curved sills tried their best to be bright, the red couplets and inscriptions worked hard to be luxurious, the eaves
Fei Jiao turned around and made continuous notes, all echoing what Zhao Shiheng said.
The more beautiful the Mo Mansion becomes, the more cramped and dilapidated Shishi Street becomes, and it is hard to get rid of the shabby condition inside and out.
At this time, there are still women burning baggage on the street corner. There is only one student on Shishi Street rushing to take the exam, but there are several troop transporters.
The fragrant wax flashed a few pale red lights in the snow light, and the burned paper money and ingots were blown everywhere by the wind. The woman burning the paper looked at it, suddenly jumped over, cried loudly, and asked if her son was back.
Is my son cold or hungry there?
The cry was so loud that everyone woke up from their dreams. No one cursed her for disturbing their dreams, but they just shrank and went back to sleep.
Funerals happened one after another, so much so that Wu Jin's broken arm actually seemed festive - at least he was back alive.
After returning to Kuanzhou, Li Yitie re-aligned his bones, connected the fractures tightly, soaked and thinned elm bark, and applied ointment to bind him tightly to ensure nothing went wrong.
Wu's father and Wu's mother wished they could give him this arm. They built a bed in their house with a door panel and a bench, let Wu Yi live in the same room with them, and asked him to stay three steps away from Wu Jin.
To prevent him from touching Wu Jin's arm.
Wu Jin got up amidst the woman's cries, put on her clothes with her left hand, opened the door and saw that there was a thin layer of snow outside.
The snow is very thin and will dissipate as soon as you step on it.
When Wu's mother heard him getting up, she quickly put on her clothes and stood up. She opened the door gently and saw a thin layer of snow on the ground. She quickly stopped Wu Jin and said, "Don't move. It's slippery at this time. I'll sweep it away first."
The sky was still blue, and everything was blue and white. Wu Mu took a broom and swept the snow to both sides cleanly, then opened the courtyard door to sweep away the snow in front of the door.
As soon as the door opened, she said "Huh".
Wu Jin had just taken steps to go to the kitchen when she heard Wu's mother's voice. She quickly turned around and saw a pot of coltsfoot flowers placed outside the dull door.
The flowerpot is a colorful blue, with patches of purple waves under the sky, glowing with a lively opalescence. The flowerpot is covered with a layer of gravel, and a cluster of bright coltsfoot flowers blooms in the stone, giving a refreshing boost to the dead winter.
There was a touch of vitality.
His heart, which had been dull for a long time, was suddenly illuminated by this bright yellow light, and his frowning brows relaxed unconsciously, and countless pains disappeared.
"Isn't this coltsfoot?" Mother Wu put down the broom and went to move the flower pot, "Who will send me a pot of flowers?"
She only knows flowers, and knows that they are wild flowers that can be used as medicine. They can be seen occasionally by the Shuo River. She did not know that this flower pot is also a fine product of porcelain with flower glaze, which is rare to see.
As soon as she moved it, she put it down again, picked up the oil paper bag in the flower pot, opened it and looked at it: "What else? What kind of candy?"
"Yitang," Wu Jin suddenly smiled, "Mom, please put it in my room."
Ever since Wu Jin came back, although he looked cheerful every day and did not worry his parents, his eyes were heavy and he often showed a gloomy look. Both his father and mother were rough people, and they didn't know how to comfort him for a while.
At this time, Wu Jin suddenly smiled, and Wu's mother felt relieved and quickly sent the flower pot to his room.
Wu Jin walked in and saw flowers on the table. When he was writing, he could smell the bitter fragrance of flowers. Looking down at the extremely cute flowers, he felt that they were much more valuable than this flowerpot.
Wu's mother folded the quilt beside her: "I don't know who gave it to me, but Young Master Cheng San, when he came to see you last time, he brought a big pig's foot, saying it complemented the shape."
"This is a gift from Miss Mo."
"Miss Mo? She's back?" Wu's mother quickly clasped her hands together, "Bodhisattva bless you, Miss Mo is safe and sound. Will she go to Kyoto again?"
"I don't know, but Jiedushi must be reluctant to let her go."
Mother Wu put down her hands and continued to flatten the mattress: "How do you know it was given by Miss Mo? I don't think she left any message."
"There is also one in the Flower Pot Studio."
Wu's mother was too busy to ask any more questions, so she turned around and went to the kitchen to light a fire to boil hot water, and then hurriedly boiled eggs to make porridge. There was a sugar cake specially set aside yesterday on the stove. She heated one for Wu Jin and put it together.
It's considered abundant.
After breakfast, she went to wake up Wu Yi. Wu's father also got up and was walking with his hands on the ground.
"Miss Mo is back." Mother Wu lowered her voice, "I brought a pot of flowers. I don't know what it means, but I think the boss is in a much better mood."
"Ah That's good."
Father Wu, like most old fathers, was taciturn and expressed his fatherly love very vaguely, but his hands suddenly became strong.
Wu Mu raised the toilet to empty it, and her steps became more brisk.
They also feel that it is a pity that they did not go to Kyoto to take the exam, but after all, they have "next time" in their hearts, which is a pity and is very limited.
Just when the whole family was feeling a little more relaxed, a rough and hoarse voice suddenly sounded outside the courtyard door: "Brother Jin? Brother Jin, get up!"
Upon hearing this sound, Wu's father and Wu's mother both frowned and sighed silently. Wu's mother rushed out and invited the man standing at the door in.
This man is the widower of the shop across the street, and his son is a soldier, so he was unable to return home this time.
Wu Jin was drinking porridge in the kitchen. Hearing his voice, he immediately got up and rinsed his mouth. He went out and asked the widower to come in: "Uncle Li, come in and sit down."
Widower Li rubbed his hands and stamped his feet and walked over, waving his hands repeatedly: "I won't sit down if I don't want to."
He stood in front of Wu Jin: "Brother Jin, I'm just here to ask you if you remember. As you know, my second son has been very fast since he was a child. If I want to beat him, as soon as I lift the stick, he will
He ran a mile away, so fast, so he must have run away, right?"
Since Wu Jin came back, he came to ask questions every day, but he always felt that his son had run away.
Wu Jin shook his head: "Uncle Li, I didn't see Brother Li."
Wu's mother stepped forward and wanted to pull widower Li out: "Uncle, you really didn't see the child. You see the child is still hanging by his hands. Can you let him rest well?"
Widower Li shook off Wu's mother's hand and looked at Wu Jin eagerly and expectantly: "Brother Jin, I found out that a transport officer named Chang came back alive and is now waiting for questioning in the Yamen. My son
Smart, you must have come back too, right?"
His eyes were full of pleading, hoping that Wu Jin, who had always been gentle, would be kind and nod to him.